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Spectacularly.

Incredible piece of videotape.

You should see it.

They know where and when you died,

so you're a candidate for retrieval.

Space-time coordinates.

It's still raw, but it'll be perfected.

I don't get it. Why not grab

someone who's alive now?

Look at these people. They've lived

their lives with no ozone layer.

Sucking up megadoses of carbon

monoxide. . .

. . .sulfur dioxide, mercury, lead,

benzene. . .

. . .nuclear waste.

They're hooked on drugs not around

in the 20th century.

Let's face it, you're a hot property.

Do you remember Julie Redlund?

Sure, I remember Julie Redlund.

What happened to her?

She lives in Battery Park.

Safe behind the palisades of power.

She's an exec at

the McCandless Corporation.

Only the biggest company in the world.

They own everything.

I must reach her. I must see her.

That is the truth.

You must reach her.

They're not going for it.

We should try for the mineral rights.

Your try could kill the whole deal.

We're talking about 3 billion.

That's worth playing cards for.

Besides, I think they're

ready to fold.

I want it taken off the table.

Now.

Why don't they return to the table?

We will sign.

The mineral rights are yours.

Mr. McCandless is waiting

for your call.

You drive a hard bargain.

Pity we don't have more lI ke you.

Perhaps we would have

won the trade war.

Mr. McCandless is on line 17.

How'd it go?

Fun. I didn't make

friends, but I made a deal.

-Did we get exactly what we needed?

-And more.

That's good.

-Where are you?

-In Sydney.

I'm near the opera

for when the fat lady sings.

Something's come up.

The East-Pac deal is unglued.

I need you in Tokyo tonight.

-Can you handle it?

-Is this a promotion?

We'll discuss it

when the deal's done.

Andressen will brief

you in-flight.

-When will you be back?

-Tomorrow evening.

Call me if there's a problem.

Or if there's no problem. Bye.

Pull your hat down.

You look too healthy.

-I'm walking.

-You're standing out.

The heat's on you. Slow down.

Walk with a limp.

Think sick.

That's better.

If you look lI ke poison,

no one will touch you.

You gotta look messed up.

LI ke me.

There you go. One blue plate special.

I waited 20 minutes for this sh*t?!

I'll take it back!

-Brad! What's up?

-What's special today?

You're looking at it.

-Let me speak to her.

-Let me handle this.

I gotta talk to her.

These things can see and hear you.

Your voice over these lines,

you're done for.

Now trust me.

Go! !

You keep looking at me. . .

. . .you'll see me kill you.

Why is there a piece on the table?!

-Put that away.

-He started it.

Hey, you moron!

You messing with my boy here?

Mind your own business.

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