Death Machine (1994) Script

Oh, it's all yours. This is out of my league.

Relax, Chief. We'll take it from here.

No! Aahh!

There he is...

The ultimate soldier.

No mercy, no pity. No fear.

Oh yeah.

Save it.

They'll glitch, then overload and shut down.

Help me!

Happens every time.

Everything's under control, Dixon.

Out of sight, and completely out of mind, do you get my meaning?

I understand completely, sir. Needs of national security.

That's good, Dixon. That's very good.

You've done a great job. Just make sure that nobody saw nothin'.

National security. Thank you, ma'am.

He was pounding the wall like a road jig or something, just... over and over again, like a-an automatic, and just--

Are you trying to tell us that this was a man?

A human being? Oh, definitely.

A man machine!

The new reports add weight to the accusations leveled at the Chaank Armaments Corporation, by a growing alliance of humanist organizations, who insist that Chaank is, quote:

The original allegations arose after the horrific death of Joint Chief Executive Bob Nicholson, currently unexplained.

And tonight are still fueling demonstrations outside Chaank's downtown facility.

Chaank kills children! Chaank kills children!

Chaank kills children! Chaank kills children!



Miss Cale, can we have a statement?

I understand the deep, emotional reactions to allegations of illegal projects.

But I assure you, a full public disclosure will be made by this corporation.

And all your questions will be answered.

Earlier today, a Chaank spokesman said he believed that new Joint Chief Executive Hayden Cale's impressive reputation would bring an end to the public disquiet.

Miss Cale, are you aware that under the '94 FOI revision all new exoctic projects must be disclosed to congress?

Of course she is aware!

Chaank isa responsible corporation with a clear world vision.

As a Chief Executive yourself, Mr. Ridley. does that vision include systematic law breaking?

We know our maxim: Hard technology for a hard world.

If it wasn't for people like us, you'd all be speaking Russian.

So how did this report get out?

There's a leak somewhere, we tried to stomp on it, but...

Fuck the leak!

Now our alleged involvement made prme time last night.

You gotta can the stations.

Easier said than done with the new syndicators.

Then find the leak, and plug him.


I'm the leak.

Well, that's stunningly noble, Cale.

But we're not selling hamburgers.

Your behavior on camera and off is not proven conducive to better public relations.

That's a mutual observation, Scott.

And irrelevant.

GSE has imposed me to clean under your carpets, and rest assured, I suck like an Electrolux.

Incidentally, I speak Russian.

I'm gonna sit down now. You're a Chief Executive.

Start acting like it.

All right.


This corporation's belligerent stance in it's attempts to surpress the media are breeding rumor and protest. So I'm sure you'll all agree that a public disclosure would be preferable to an other outburts on the networks or syndicators.

Two... This is a moot discussion anyway.

The Hardman project just doesn't work.

We're recommending a complete shutdown.

What are you talking about? It's fundamentally flawed.

John. Direct cerebral downloading generates collateral errors. John.

I've explained this to Dante over and over.

John. You know how excitable he gets.

John! What! What!

Shut the fuck up.

Did I just hear right?

Am I to understand that those demonstrators outside might actually have a point? You should understand--

I want every suspect project shut down!

I want all the details on my desk tonight, and I want Dante fired right now.

With respect, Miss Cale, he's an invaluable asset.

He never submits reports, he illegally orders supplies, he's working secretly in Vault Ten, and he's not here now!

I vote we kick him out.

You should understand that you're one of us now.

Are you still itching?

Those monitors take a while to get used to.

Listen, thread carefully around Dante.

Are you threatening me? No.

Read Nicholson's file.

Hi, Hayden. I just spoke with Jack Dante.

He says he'll see you now.

He'll see me? Great.

Excuse me, which way to Engineering?


What are you doing in here? This is my room.

Well, keep it clean.

Get out of my room.

When I say I wanna see you, I expect you to come to my office.

Who are you? Hayden Cale.

I run this corporation.


Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. The boss lady.


Don't I know you?

I want to see what you're doing in Vault Ten.

Entry is rated Dual Code Access.

You've got to get Ridley to swipe his card the same time as yours.

So how do you do it? I'm smart.

Show me.

What does the number 7796452 mean to you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Dont recognize your own com link number?

How about account ident?

213-95234-C containing 7,852,320 dollars and 27 cents...

...I believe.

How did you get that information?

Same way I got your address, 1011 Century Plaza, same way I could get your door code if I wanted to:


I've got all the best gear right here.

I can find out anything I want.

Stay out of my files.

Oh, well, I think I'm going to find out all about you...

...Miss Cale.

I understand the deep emotional response--

I-I-I understand--

...the deep emotional re-- ...deep emotional respo-response-- allegations of--

...illegal projects.

Where you been?

Been gettin' provisions.

See, B? Goods.

All right.



Almost forgot.

I got this from Morse today.

Scott Ridley. Also know as the Rat.

I want you... implant that on your brain.

And of course, the lovely Cale, Nicholson's replacement.

They are the target.

Whe should have hid right after Nicholson croaked.

But we didn't.

You gotta learn patience.

Now remember these faces.

The core containment can not be opened without their D-Lock sequences.

We just ought to play the Cutter.

It's 90 minutes max. It'll never work.

Two hours minimum. In any case we only use the Cutter if they refuse to spill.

They won't. They will.

And so...

...the weird turned pro.

We can't just ignore him! Watch me.

Fine! Then just give me your card, and I'll deal with Dante.

You can go home and shed your skin!

Fuck you!

Why don't you go back to your ten million dollar apartment and play with your fucking cat, huh?

You're as morally reprehensible as the rest of us.

He could be building anything down there.

Nicholson did what you're doing. You read the autopsy.

Shark attack. In this fucking building?

He was chewed to death. His body was covered in synthetic lubricants, and all Dante ever said is he's building the "meanest motherfucking frontline morale destroyer ever".

In his words.

And you wanna keep him busy?

I just wanna stay alive.

I thought this was a responsible corporation.

Christ. Hardly.

Accessing personnel file 0-5-7-0: DANTE, J.

Subject was orphaned just after birth.

Primary education in various state institutions.

A serious source of disruption, he was transferred to a secure unit at age seven after killing a fellow student in a mantrap he built himself.

Released into the care of Chaank Corporation by special executive order NSA22/134.

Three acquittals for sexual assault, homicide and weapons offences.

Judicial psychological reports are borne out by Chaank psyche-evaluation.

...reached the conclusion that Jack Dante is a prime example of accute violent psychosis, allied to extreme technical virtuosity.


Bad guess. I want you out!

I just got here. You know what I mean.

But I'm having so much fun! You know, it's cool here.

There's loads of... stuff!

Except, you know, nobody talks to me, and, I'm cleverer than anyone, and nobody comes even near me.

Except you.

And I know what you're after.

With weapons like mine, and authorization like yours, we could do some serious damage.

Sounds like a wet dream to me.

I got something I wanna show you.

That's not it.

Hold on to this for a second, would you?


I just knew I'd seen you someplace before.

I was...

I was just a kid. Oh, come on, admit it!

You are hot.

Jelly, baby. Get out.

God, that turns me on.

Would you like to do it, like really kind of...



Time of the month.

You know, all that stuff is a total mystery to me.

Get some rest.

It's incredibly stupid, the perimiter access says Adam and I still work here.

So much for automated security.

Time for a big burge.

And down.

And mark.


Recap time, yeah?

All right, when the bypass is in place, and the facility is vacated, we down the sensing network.

And move in through the northern gate, courtesy...

...of the lock decoder.


Now once we get inside, we head straight up to the 60th floor, make our way to the initialization area, and hole up for 0600 hours.

Bang! Cale and Ridley arrive. And we appropriate their swipe cards.

We also extract their D-Lock sequences!

But I think that-- You have got to remember that.

And turn that 1980 shit down.

Core containment is located deep within the foundations of the building, surrounded by 22 medium security vaults.

Now the only viable access is through a deep corridor, negotiating a tech seal, a serious mother of a bulkhead,

and finally, the core seal itself.

All courtesy of the swipe cards and the D-Lock sequences.

The containment is the most secure area of the building, protecting Chaank's digital soft spot, a quad matrix of googolplectic memory co-processors and 350 billion in master software bonds!

Aroo! Aroo! Arooha!

When you must walk, then walk.

Yeah... Now, when the job is done, we then make a quick exit out.

And hope nobody wants to start a shootout.


John, we gotta do something about the bitch.

She's cut her own throat, her dismissal is already being arranged, what the hell do you expect to do about it tonight?

How the fuck should I know?

You're the creative type; come up with a car accident or something.

Oh, for chissake. John, we got orders of banned hardware from every blockade and embargoed army on the planet.

We are knee deep into brain wiping ex-battle vets.

That situation is being contained.

On a personal level, pertaining directly to you and I, she is gonna piss Dante right off.

The cat is gonna tear shit out of the pigeons!

We gotta do something about her. Don't you do anything about it!

I'm coming right up there. Don't-- Fuck you.

Hi, Scott!


Just wanted a quick word.

What do you wanna talk about?


You know? Order into chaos.

Certainty into unpredictability. Growth into decay.

Sometimes I just like to pile up my bricks so that I can just knock 'em down again, that's the good bit.

Look. This is order.

Straight. Truly.

Now don't you think that's more interesting?

Frankly, no, it's just a broken pencil.


Well, I wanna show you what I made.


This is a neuro-synaptic remote relay controller.

This button...

...defaults the system to "ON".

Like a dead man's hand, though, you have to hold it in to keep the thing under control.

What thing?

Patience, dude.

So what happens?

Hopefully... die!


The initial test was a success, but I always think it is wise to double check, don't you?

For God's sake, Jack!

Scott! Be reasonable.

You're planning to slay my sweetie boss?

You did give her your access swiping card.

She stole it!


Scott, I'm sorry, I...

I hadn't thought of that.


Don't you ever call my girlfriend a thief!


I'm sorry.

What do you think?

That good, huh?

God, what a kick!

What's it like to feel stark terror?

Order into chaos.

The way of the world.

We've a helluva situation, here. You've got a helluva situation, you understand me? Get over here right now.

I'm in level 3PR. Get here now!

Fuck off.

It's here. It's Cale.

They really never left.

Change of plan. Let's go!

So I scanned the whole goddamn building until I found him.

Well, you think it could wait until better times?

It's a little late. This could wait till morning at least.

Oh yeah? You think so? Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Geez... Fire the cleaners.

Yeah. It's worse than it looks.

What, the cops caught you playing with your Hardman again?

Yeah, that's it, laugh it up, Miss Chief Executive.

This is your problem.

It's Ridley. Something did that to him.

Watch this, uh...

I've got the security surveillance tape.

I checked the access record.

Something came out of the vault...

...and did that to him.

Which vault?

Which vault?


Give me your card.

What are you gonna do?

What are we gonna do!

Swipe now. Swipe now. Swipe now.

Hey, dude. Workin' late?


Watcha doin'?

Oh... budget reports. You know, boring stuff.

I hate those.

All done.

Did you hear about what happened to Ridley?


He's dead.

I showed him my thing, and it killed him.

I'm impressed. I knew you would be.

Do you know what this means?


It means that you can up me.

We could be the Demoliton Duo forever.

Why don't you get the personell hard disk, and I'll do that now?


Which format is it?

I thought you said you were finished.


Bitch! Bitch!

Bitch! God, that was stupid!

It was. Ridley's dead, I'm in charge; you're fired.

I am very disappointed.

Drop it.

Drop the gun.

Get your ass in there, Ho Ho. Who are you guys?

Where's Ridley?

It's a bad time.

Where's Ridley? He's dead!

Tough bananas.

No problem.

The command chain will automatically promote the next in line.

W-well, I d-I don't have my card. I-I gave it to her!

Lost it.

Did ya? Mm.

What's this, then?


Write down your D-Lock sequences, please.


Thank you.


Give me the sequence.


Bring the Cutter.

Did you ever see that movie Scarface?

I know a better way into the containment.

Follow me.

You're awfully keen to be on our team all of a sudden.

That bitch just fired me.

Now go watch.

Hold it!

This isn't taking us to the containment.

Now whatever it is you are doing...


He knows this place inside out. He doesn't know everything.

Check your prints. The containment is surrounded by security vaults.


So, don't you think it would be a lot faster to cut through a standard vault door, and 14 feet of concrete, and a nuke proof bulkhead and 2 inches of molybdenic composite?


You know what that means?

That means the seal in Vault Ten has been breached.

Vault Ten contains some kind of death machine.

And your friends are letting it out. Shut up!



Don't worry about him. Just get this stuff inside.


Almost, but not quite.

What's that?

Ah. This? Backup. I always carry backup.

Why are you wearing those glasses?

Because this is a surprise part-ay!


But you should have come in fancy dress.


May your spirit rise, man.

It's redemption time.

All I saw, was something big, fast and fucking dangerous.

Frontline morale destroyer. Shut up!

What does Weyland think?

He's dead, man.

It took him out.

I'm sorry, man, I tried to do everything I could.

There was nothing more I could do.

I swear to God-- I've seen what this thing can do!

Shut the fuck up! We have to take him down!

Yutani, you calm down now. You're out of line.

Calm down! Listen to me! Fuck you!

You fuckin' idiot! Calm the fuck down!

You listen to me!

Yutani, you're out of line! I'm out of line?

Excuse me? Uhm... Hey.


Dudes! Dudette.

I guess that you're all pretty concerned at this point, but then again, hey... Who wouldn't be?

Because, uh... Oh! Wait, folks.

This late breaking news flash just in:

There is a psycho death bot on the loose.

There is, however, a way out.

All it takes is for Cale to agree to...


Reinstate my access.


Forget everything that's happened here tonight, and three:

Agree to...

...interface with me on a regular basis.

All you need to do is sign. Yeah, sign my ass.

Ooh, God! That's a sharp comeback.

Is that how you reacted when David divorced you?

What? I said:

Is that how you reacted when David divorced you?

What the hell is this? Fuckin' Oprah Winfrey?

Oprah? John, we are talking quality, here!

We are talking Gerraldo!

Cale? Miss Cale.

I realize that this is extremely difficult for you, but how did you feel when your family disowned you?

In print, no less. That's bullshit!

Wrong answer.

The correct answer is: It's all in the files.


...why? Why did they do that to you?

What did you do that was so bad?

That's it, man, we're out of here. Beta retreat.

Hey, hey! What about us? Wa-wait, loo-look!

What about you, Ho Ho? It's your problem, you deal with it.

It's not our problem, we had nothing to do with this!

Nothing! Right, Cale? Tell him!

Wa-wait, loo-look! What about compassion, huh?

Or human mercy, huh? Think about it at least, for God's sake!

So tag along, moosehead.

We ain't gonna look out for ya.

Sure this is the right way? Yeah, two more offices. That way.

What are you, a one-man percussion section or something?

Move it.

Engine quiet.

All right, stand back.

Hold it.

A Category One fire alert would close blast doors.

All over the building.

Make problems for the machine. Yeah, and make problems for us.

Let's do it. Does anybody have a match?

Not me. Not me.

Not me. But I do have a thermic detonator.

Isn't that a little archaic?

Hardwire D.C.

Can't be jammed.


What do you think you are? Stallone?

Shouldn't you put it closer to the detector?

It's a shaped charge. Straight up.


What are you carrying around a det for, anyway?

Once we got to the core, we were gonna pile everything right up to into the middle of that vault, and then blow the shit out of it.

And steal all the money. No, we were gonna blow that up, too.

Dead battery. Another.

Why were you gonna blow up the money?

Strike a blow for humanitarian causes.

Put as many people like you out of business as we can.

People like me? I'm not the armed raid around here.

Neither are we, honey.

Blanks? That's right.

Not a live round between us.

Great! Terrific!

I'm being protected by the Three Stooges!

Minus one. Hey, fuck you, Ho Ho!

You guessed it. Humanist Alliance.

We're the good guys.

What's the problem?

No power. Explosion must have ruptured those feeds.

That's it!

Time to change the game plan...


Why did you leave that lying around?

You knew Ho Ho was gonna turn out to be the fat, sweaty, desperate psycho!

You gave him the knife. Oh, really mature.

Well, Big Boy has got a gun now.

A real gun. Real bullets.

And he's not gonna let you play with it.

Come on, kids! Everybody out.

Suck me.

Listen up, children.

We're all going down the service elevator. And when going into a deep, dark hole, a smart boy always pushes a couple of canaries ahead of him.

Shall we?

Nothing personal, You understand.

I hope this, uh... this won't affect our professional relationship.

What'd you do? Huh? What did you do!

What are you up to, huh? What'd you do?

Nothing! Nothing? Nothing?

If you're not up to anything, then why aren't we going down?


It's pinned me down!

Hit the button!

Press the button!

Hit the button!


Do we have any more explosives? Nada.

Flairs, dets?

Does anybody have a cigarette?

We have nothing.

How ya doin'?


We're gonna need a bandage or something here.

You're the man.

What are you lookng at? Look...

We didn't expect trouble, you know?

We're just a caring, humane attack squad.

Well, you got guts. You spelling that D-U-M-B?

What is this place?

I don't know. Give me my card.

Access denied. Come on, I'm Chief Executive.

Access denied.

All right, let me try the old Ho Ho Execu-card.


Well... so much for job description, huh?

Imagine getting strapped into this.

Nice shades, huh? Yeah.


They're just kids.

What is going on here?

This is Chaank's weapon of the future.

You take an injured war vet, make sure he's listed MIA,

and erase his mind.

Pump up his violent nature and program him with knowledge of every weapon and fighting skill you can think of.

He becomes the ultimate fighting unit.

No mercy. No pity. No fear.

Man and machine indivisible.


I was beginning to like you.

We've completed preliminary cerebral load.

This is the first test of its effectiveness.

C'mon, hit it.

Okay, okay, kay, kay, kay. Turn it off, t-t-turn it off.

I-I think I know what I did wrong. I think...

This is gonna work!

I said turn the camera off!

I would've stopped this had I known about it.

Yeah, sure, I believe you.

I didn't know about tihs until now!


What do we do now? Call the syndicators!

Call the networks!

911, call now. I'm on your side.

...and, we got a little bit of a situation happening, uhm...

I'm in, uh, t-the lab here, the covert lab, and I just found a whole bunch of bodies, and sort of freezer type things.

So let me get this straight.

You say you have proof that the Chaank Corporation is involved in illegal weapons projects?

I mean, I know that sounds far fetched...

But a homicidal maniac monster has got you trapped on the 65th floor!

It's... It's messy. And, uh--

While you're up there, say hello to Elvis for me, okay?

We're on our own. Hey! I am here.

No you're not! And besides that, you little freak, I'm gonna cut your eye out! How does he know where we are?

He doesn't. Wrong. You are in the covert lab.

Turning me off won't turn you off.

I me-I mean "won't turn me off."

Lifesign transmitter. Emits a local beacon pulse.

It's how he knows where we are.

Yeah, do it.

Give me this one.


Let's go.


Not so fast, troops. You still need the password.

One mean mother.

You wanna know what the neatest thing is?

Enhanced Pheromone Tracing. That's what the keys are.

What does that mean? It keys on fear.

The more afraid you are, the sharper its trace.

Access Amnesia Interface; still a deal in talk.

I wanna talk to Cale alone.

Okay. Yessss!

It's not okay.

Yeah? Go fax yourself.

Very funny!

How smart are you gonna be when the Warbeast chews your head off?

You wanna live? You've got to stop being afraid!

How are you gonna manage that, wise guy?

How are you gonna fight being eaten alive?

No problem.

Suit me up.

I should be doing this. Who'd set up the computer?

Look, you broke achievement records at Cal-Tech, I delievered extra pepperoni.

How'd you know that? Uhnn...

Why didn't you volunteer? I did!

He pulled rank. I get the duty.


You sure this process is reversible?

It'll save your personality to disk. I can load it back any time.

Yeah? You better make it a big disk.

Ready? Ready.

The arrogant dragon will learn to repent, my friend.


Careful out there.

Oh, wait a minute, I got something to say.

I'll be back.

I'll keep it close to my heart.

Remain here!

Excecuting combat objective now!

This area is secure!

Okay, we've got two choices here.

One: We hole up here and hope he beats the crap out of it.

No way. No more hiding.

Or two...

Let's go.

I wanna talk to you.

What do you wanna talk about. Parallel processing.

Two units interfacing simultaneously, with a high degree of systemic compatibility.

There's a suspicion of corrupted data.

Probably just a binary area. You're not that fucked up, Cale.

How did you feel when you killed it? Killed what?

I never killed anything in my entire life!

Okay, how do you feel about household appliances?

I don't feel anything. Cale...

You need to understand.

We need to interface. You need me.

Like I need a chainsaw up my ass.

The thing is, I read your file.

It took some code, but I finally got into Sonic Health's network, and then I got into you, which brings us back to your sink disposal unit.

I was giving, uh... her a bath. I... only left her for a moment.

But she didn't drown, did she?

I got distracted, and I...

I couldn't hear the sounds.

Poor Amy.

That nasty machine at her arm all up.

Chewed it right off.

Child killer.

It was screaming so loud that I lost my temper.

I dragged her out of the sink, and she came away so easily.

I tried to hold her, but she slipped.

She's so slippery. And I'm holding on, but she's so slippery.

And so red. And she's falling on the ground.

And I can't hold on to her.

And all the time, she'll die in my arms.

There are pieces of her little arm in the drain.

All right. It's totally all right.

We're a system.

We're binary.

Two interactive units on the harddrive.

One motherboard.

I'll be your baby.


Give baby. I'll be your baby.


How does that feel!

I... came to save you.

I don't need your saving.

I just need your help.

We need to destroy it all.

How ya doin'? Not bad.

Listen to me! Listen to me!

Your mission is still online! You got that?

Take these down to the core containment.

We're gonna blow Chaank to hell.

There's no way. There's no way I can get past that bulkhead.

That's why we gotta find Raimi and reload him.

He's got Carpenter's codes.

Come on!

God damn it!

Come on!


Go, go, go!

Come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on.


Hydraulically operated hoist! Position: 20 floors above!

Secured at the roof!


Come with me!

Leave him! No!

We must consider him defunct!

He's not defunct, he's just injured! I'm okay.

If one unit is safe, do not endanger it for a potential second!

We are not safe! None of us are safe!

If one unit is safe... not endager it...

...for a potential second! Don't! Don't! Do! Or, I don't know--

All right, get this fucking machine off him!

Leave it, he'll be completely blank!

We have to load his program first in!

It... hurts... so...

Follow me!

And do not argue!

Stay close!

Next bay!

Service hatch! Our exit to the hoist!

Cale! Reconnect the feeds beneath the drum!

Yutani! Hai!

Re-engage clutch plate now!

Got it!

Raimi, just get out of there.


Are you deaf?

Raimi, get out of there!


Hai! Shoryuken!

I'm out!

Now we move!

Go to the hoist!

Come on!

Come on!

Go to the hoist! Not without you!

Go to the--

Shoot it!

Help me!

Help me!

Come here!

Come on!

Go! Come on!

Directive! Battle directive!

Battle directive... ended...

What the fuck is going on?

Have you got Carpenter's card? Yeah.

I got the D-Lock sequence, too.

Call me. Wait a minute.

This is my mission, I started it. Well, then let's finish it.

Drop your weapon!

On the floor! Relax, man, I'm the one who called you!

Bullshit! You better call reinforcements!

You better shut the fuck up!

Too bad!

This is unit 257... You stupid motherfucker!

You've got the right to remain silent!

Holy donuts!

Jesus Christ!

It jumped from the roof!

This way!

Come on! Open it!

Come on! Go!


Come on! Come on!

Tight grip!


Swipe now. Ready?

Yeah! One, two, three - swipe!


How long does this take?

One, two, three - swipe! Welcome.

You should have run away when you had the chance.

Why didn't you just go away!

The needs of the many outweight the needs of the few.

That's a stupid reason!

You're making me kill you for a stupid reason!


I thought...

...we could have a nice time.

And look after each other, and... do nice things.


My hand hurts.

Come here, Jack.

Come here.

Download it, Jack.

You can interface with the motherboard.

What did... what did you do that for?

Show this to the cops.

What's going on?

I'm leaivng you, Jack. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...

Here... Play with this.

Goodbye, Jack.

Don't leave me in here, Cale, I don't like it.

Cale, if you leave me in here, I will kill you!

I mean it, you fucking bitch!

And I'll blow you to bits!

Oh no.

It's a hell of a fire trap in there, man.

You better listen to me! Because I'm dangerous!

Then you're in the right business, Jack.

I'm not in this business anymore.

Don't leave me in here.


I don't like the dark.

For all the children.