[alarm goes off]
[woman over loudspeaker] Security breach. Security breach.
[men grunting]
[beep]
Hey, Matty.
[man on the radio] Dispatch to one-one-three. Dispatch to one-one-three.
Are you there, Reardon?
Who wants to know?
Don't tell me you don't recognize my sultry tones.
Are you reading Cosmo Girl again? Don't start.
I told you not to read that crap.
It doesn't work on me. What do you want?
Hey, lover boy, I gotta drive to grab some food.
Do you want anything?
Just a sec. What are you gettin'?
Food.
Nah, I'm brown baggin' it today.
Suit yourself. Say hi to your future ex-girlfriend.
Is this another one of your
social calls or we're actually making a living here?
The old man Jenkins called in.
Something about a trespasser.
Said the guy was dressed funny, kind of military looking.
Said this guy was heading across his property,
then he ducked in the old 48.
What the heck was he thinking going into the old 48?
Well, old man Jenkins took a shot at him. He didn't hit him, though.
This guy could be in there for hours.
Or days.
Well, there's only one way out of there.
Yeah, that's if he finds it.
I'm about 30 minutes away from the exit. I'll go check it out.
Are you sure?
There's nothing going on here. I'm on my way.
Hey, Lins, don't be afraid to call for backup.
I won't. You know me.
How did he get out?
Out through the duct system.
He inadvertently manages to skip all our security stairs.
He's out of the complex and across the yard
before we could even mark the exits.
There are people with broken arms, broken legs.
A couple of fractured skulls.
So, he's precise.
I've sent off Mr. Beck with his search team.
In the meantime, clear the facility of nonessential personnel.
I'm gonna need statements from all the victims.
That's gonna take some time.
You know, Dr. Voller, I'm torn.
Part of me is apopleptic at the thought that the program
has been compromised. If we don't get this locked down in 24 hours,
we're gonna have a national crisis
of Brobdingnagian proportions on our hands.
What's the other part?
I feel like a kid. on Christmas morning.
He's doing just what we programmed him to do.
One last thing.
The corporation sent security of their own to investigate.
Oh, crap. Who?
Fraser.
How much time to tidy up before she gets here?
Uh, she's already here.
Dr. Hart.
Ms. Fraser, always a pleasure.
Got a lock on your escaped convict? No?
Can I help you?
We're looking for Deputy Reardon.
She's out on a call. Something I can do for you?
Ship the old 48 exit, 'cause we can't seem to find it on our maps.
That's just a name locals have given an old mine north of here.
You wanna check it out.
The Inn down the road's got some hand-drawn maps.
We are really in a kind of a hurry.
I'm thinking, why don't you just tell us where it is?
You wanna wait 'till the sheriff gets back.
He can answer any of your questions.
Are you are here alone?
[deputy yells]
Hey, there. How're you doing?
Hello.
Anyone who's grown up around here
knows there's only one way out of the old 48.
You actually made it. What are you doing?
I'm running.
You running from something or running to something?
I'm running.
Well, uh, it's pretty far out here. Are you lost?
No.
You, uh, you do realize that you were trespassing, right?
[tires screech]
All right, sir. Don't move.
Don't move, okay? Just stay where you are.
One-one-three to dispatch.
One-one-three to dispatch. Larkin, are you there?
Matty, are you there?
Sir, do you have a name?
Slr, I asked you if you had a name.
We're closing in, guys. Be ready.
A quarter mile.
Slr. Don't move
Sir, back behind the car. Now!
Jeez.
I need your weapon.
Take cover.
Matt, come in.
Matt, this is Lins. Come in!
Anyone there?
You came a long way.
I did.
It's time to come home.
It's okay. Come on.
No.
I sorted everything out. No more crazy exercises.
I do not believe you.
I'm giving you a direct order, Soldier.
I will not comply.
I gotta tell you, I think different.
What?
Drive.
[groans]
Son of a...
He's dead. He'll bleed out.
No, we didn't hit him enough.
Give me the dispatch tape to those two cops talking.
Someone plant that gun back at the cop station.
Quit your whining. Get him to medical.
Tell Hart the rabbit is still loose.
And someone change that flat tire.
You're bleeding.
It will stop.
That's it?
That's all you're gonna say?
I saw what they did! I saw you take those hits. Look at you.
You should be lying in pieces back there.
Okay. You know, I'm gonna pull over.
No.
What do you mean no?
When there's enough distance between us and them, I will let you go.
Turn off here.
You, uh, you gonna tell me where we're going?
I am kind of the driver.
I don't know. Drive.
Who the hell were those guys?
Who are you?
My name is Isaac.
(Hart) Isaac. Intuitive Synthetic
Autonomous Assault Commando.
I thought this guy was ex-death row. Sounds more like a robot.
No, he's human. Issac is the classified project name
for which our elusive friend is the opponent's prototype.
"I" for intuitive, because he can instinctively reason his way
through any combat situation.
This is where being a convicted murderer comes in handy.
Actually, his brain's been modified.
All his natural senses have been heightened.
He's the purest example of the human animal.
He's been reprogrammed for just one thing. Survival.
"S." Synthetic.
His physical makeup has been enhanced with selected D NA,
and his molecular structure
has been intensified with a variety of synthetic polymers.
So he's kind of a best of a best scenario on a genetic level.
Yes, exactly.
And as with most amphibians,
if you cut off their tail, they'll grow a new one.
Thanks to recent advances in nanotechnology,
Isaac is the world's first regenerative human.
Nanotechnology. Nanobots.
Nanorobotics, to be more precise, Ms. Fraser.
The technology of engineering machines that function on a microscopic scale.
Yeah. They're strictly a hypothetical concept.
Actually, we've had the technology for over a year.
Isaac's blood stream is literally swarming with nanobots.
He suffers even the slightest damage,
they all work together to rebuild him.
Like a little molecular pit crew.
To what extent? I mean, can he sustain puncture wounds, gunshots?
Oh, yeah.
He's bulletproof?
No, no. He's not bulletproof. He's bullet resistant.
If you shoot Isaac enough, like a lot of times, you might be able to kill him.
But generally speaking, our buddy is a walking self-healing machine.
His metabolism is off the charts.
He's like a friend of yours
who keeps eating and eating and never gains a pound.
I would know. I'm that friend for my friends.
So, autonomous assault commando. You can imagine.
Yeah, I can imagine. So, what are we doing sitting around here?
You need to know what you're up against. Excuse me.
Simon Hart.
Well, that is most unfortunate.
What? What do you smell?
Nothing.
Well, whoever it was, they sure left in a hurry.
Judging from the width of those skid marks, it was pretty heavy.
Possibly military.
Which would seem to support the presence
of these nine-millimeter shell casings.
No manufacturer's stamp.
They used military ammunition.
Now, we got a concentration of shell casings over here.
So, whoever did the shooting got out, kept on firing.
We got boot prints over there by the side of the road.
Heavy treads, size 11 or so. A lot of big boys.
So what were they shooting at?
Oh.
Ho-ho.
So, whoever your theoretical military guys
were theoretically aiming for...
Theoretically ruptured their engine block.
Darn it.
You keep another container of oil?
No.
Another container of oil might allow us to continue.
A helpful hint though that might be.
Still doesn't change the fact that I don't have one.
But thanks, Captain Logic.
My name is Isaac.
Right. Your name is Isaac.
How could I forget?
We need to keep moving.
Yeah. Great.
Your dispatcher's likely been killed.
Well, you don't know that.
You weren't able to reach him earlier.
So? That doesn't mean anything.
If your dispatcher's been killed,
that would explain why he didn't take your radio call.
That's only logical.
If you're lucky, I will be captured soon,
and you will no longer be of any use to me.
If not, they will find you
and they will kill you after you've led them to me.
Who are they?
That information is classified.
Well, Matt isn't dead.
You've a personal connection with him.
We're friends.
You were friends.
All available evidence points to his elimination.
You know, you don't know what you're talking about.
Jeez.
Personal connections are counterproductive,
and they need to be avoided at all costs.
They make one emotionally vulnerable.
Is that your, uh, philosophy of life?
What is this, this mission?
We need to keep moving.
(Fraser) So, we're dealing with a sentient being?
Issac, on the other hand, experiences neither emotion nor pain.
It's human. Was.
Hasn't occurred to you that he might've broke out for a reason?
Some kind of memories?
We wiped his memory.
A toaster doesn't burn your bread because it was abused as a child.
Dr. Voller will remain here in constant contact.
Ms. Fraser will accompany me to where Isaac was last seen.
There's a load of people back at head office who'd be interested to know
that their investment is out there running around unaccounted for.
Just a couple of concerns.
Time is of the essence. Ms. Fraser, you go ahead.
Just let me confer with Dr. Voller for a minute.
What are you exactly doing?
She's been debriefed a whole half an hour.
She was gonna find out sooner or later. I decided it was gonna be sooner.
I don't want her left here alone.
What do you think she's gonna do?
It's not what I think. It's what I know.
I don't want her nosing around here unattended.
She's a security expert
I don't want her anywhere near the project's computer systems.
[whispers] She's a woman.
In charge.
Do you trust her?
Ah, that looks promising.
No, really, go ahead.
(Fraser) I know you guys are scientists and all,
but next time you wanna build a synthetically modified super soldier,
The problem with installing a beacon within Isaac
is that it makes him extremely vulnerable to enemy forces.
You can't scramble the code?
We built an analog superhero for a digital world.
We have to find him the old-fashioned way.
[whispers] Wow.
See, you know, what you're doing
it's just kinda freaking me out.
Why?
Why do you ask?
Well.
Oh, Jesus.
Who is Jesus?
You speak of him a lot.
Yet, he never answers.
Is he dead as well?
Sometimes I wonder.
When I'm finished repairing myself,
I'll require food.
Oh, ha-ha, you eat, huh?
I do.
[bullet drops]
Aren't you cold?
No.
Well, do me a favor.
When you're, uh, done with all that,
won't you put this on, huh?
Hey, uh, Issac.
Yes?
Are you, um,
are you human?
I do not understand the question.
Well, you know, like, um,
where did you come from?
Do you, uh, do you have a family?
Oh, dear.
Did you lose your memory?
Why were you on the road?
Well, you know, except running.
Leaving.
Leaving, huh?
Leaving from what?
Did you locate food?
No.
[bullet drops]
What?
Why are there heads on the wall?
What?
Animal heads on the wall.
Oh, um, it's a hunting cabin.
People hunt animals.
For their heads?
Yes.
Well, no.
Sometimes.
Where are you going?
Outside to scout the area.
You remain here.
Hello.
Is anyone there?
Please, is anyone there? Can you hear me?
This is Deputy Lindsay Reardon. Please.
This is an emergency. Anyone, please.
Isaac?
[telephone rings]
It's me. It's me.
Hello.
Yeah. Just send me those coordinates.
Okay.
We got a VP R lock on Reardon.
How?
She tried using a two-way radio.
Mr. Beck was using a voice recognition program. He's triangulated the position.
It's less than 50 miles from here.
Kudos Mr. Beck.
[engine Ignition falters]
[whispers] Come on. Come on.
[engine Ignition falters]
[engine starts]
[whispers] Thank you.
[shouts]
Where are you going, Lindsay?
I will drive.
You know, I wasn't gonna leave you back there. Just, just so you know.
And you're welcome, by the way.
I'm welcome.
Yeah. You know, I found the car,
driving the car. We're getting away in the car.
Kudos.
They were here.
Yeah. Now they have transportation.
One thing doesn't make sense to me.
Why would Issac take this Reardon hostage?
What's his motive?
We don't know that she is a hostage.
What we do know is that Deputy Reardon's dispatcher was murdered
about the same time
we intercepted the phone call from Reardon this morning.
Murdered.
Yeah, in cold blood.
Maybe.
You don't think it was Reardon.
Perhaps.
Now she's an accomplice?
I don't have that information. I don't know what her agenda is.
Either way, someone else has knowledge of Isaac.
Makes this a national security matter.
It means we have to call the FBI, the NSA.
What? The F... what? The FBI?
The FBI and the NSA don't even know this project exists.
You know that as well as I do.
But Isaac has been programmed not to reveal
anything about his identity.
As long as the girl's with him, she represents the threat, not him.
Simon! A law enforcement officer was killed.
Which means there's an investigation going on already.
I'm sure there is. We are just not gonna be part of it.
How do you propose we do this?
As I've been doing it. With my own people.
Mr. Beck.
Dr. Hart.
What are your orders?
Search the area. Remove any evidence they were here.
You heard him. When you finish, burn It down.
It's under control.
Not a lot going on around here.
Reduces the possibility of recognition.
It also reduces the possibility of us eating any time soon.
And that noise you hear
like it sounds like a muffler,
well, it's my stomach.
My blood sugar is in the basement.
You really are gonna need to head towards civilization soon.
Your points are being considered.
Lindsay.
That is your name?
Yes. And it would be really nice if you used it every now and then.
You make me feel like I'm spending time with a real life and not a creepy human.
It was just a suggestion.
Lindsay.
What?
I was using your name.
It's a start.
Isaac, stop the car.
Stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop, please.
Isaac, stop the car!
Stop! Stop the car!
Please.
Thank you.
Calm down. I'm a Deputy Sheriff. Tell me what's going on.
We were driving and we had a flat tire. So, I told Katie,
"Please, stay in the car. Look after your baby sister. "
She said she had to take
the dog out because he had to go to the bathroom.
I tried to fix it. I went to check on the kids,
Katie, she'd gone with the dog.
The dog came back, but Katie didn't come back.
I don't know where she is!
Katie! Katie!
Just calm down, okay?
Do you have a cell phone?
Did you call 911?
Yes, I called them, but I can't get through.
Okay. This is what I want you to do.
I want you to go up the road, and see if you can get cell reception.
Why are you hiding?
Are you afraid?
Why?
I got lost.
But your mother,
she's far from here and she cannot hear you.
I can take you to her.
[whining voice] Oh, Katie.
Oh, sweetie!
What's your name?
My name is Isaac.
Thank you, Isaac.
Thank you.
We cannot take you with us.
We must go.
(Fraser) You built a Gollum.
What are you talking about?
It's a creature from Jewish relig...
Yeah, I know what a Gollum is.
When you track Issac down. Exactly how do you plan to stop him?
That's what the boys in black are for.
So much for your Gollum.
We traced a cell call.
From whom?
Someone called 911 about a missing daughter. She called back. Canceled.
Asked for a tow truck instead.
Said she was helped by a deputy sheriff.
A woman deputy sheriff. And guess what?
She was accompanied by a man. 50 miles east of here.
Not many towns in the area. I think they're gonna head north.
Our hard work is done here, Mr. Beck. We'll run parallel to you on highway five.
You continue to monitor all calls or radio transmissions.
Just let's get this son of a bitch.
[tires screech]
Hi.
(woman) Hey.
Coffee, please?
You got it.
How about sugar?
[whispers] Thanks.
So, um, what's good here?
Eggs special won't kill ya.
I'll have that with hash browns and a Cherry Coke.
What about your boyfriend?
Honey, what do you want to eat?
I'd like page two, Delores.
What do you want on page two?
All the items.
We've been, you know, driving all night.
Uh-huh. Back in a jiff.
Thanks.
Mm. Don't.
I'm going to the little girl's room.
Can you try not to eat things while I'm gone?
I require food, Lindsay.
It's coming.
When?
Soon. Okay?
I got a coat just like that.
Let's push on a little farther.
Two-seven to base, come in.
(man) Come in, two-seven.
Yep. Everything's okeydokey out here.
We're gonna take five and grab a bite.
Roger that, two-seven.
That was a slow night.
[whistling]
Morning.
Yes.
Delores, a little service here.
I'm coming. Hold your horses.
Sheriff's office.
Ottaway?
Lindsay. I'm glad you called. I'm worried about you.
I have been trying to get a hold of Larkin.
Larkin's dead.
What happened?
There's a lot of people here that hope you can shed some light on that.
What do you mean?
Have you watched the news? They're saying you did it.
What?
Your gun. They... We found it here in the office.
Matty's throat was cut, and you shot twice.
We've got the slugs and the brass.
You have to believe me. I didn't kill Matty.
Lins, look, I believe you.
I'm not throwing in with those guys. I've known you a long time.
They think they've got a case against you.
This whole thing will be cleared up quick if you surrender yourself
to the proper authorities and trust it'll work itself out.
Got you.
Lins? Lins? Lins!
[cell phone rings]
Yeah.
All right. Route 7. Highway 19.
You gotta get there quick and intercept them
before every government agent 50 miles arrives.
We're two minutes behind you.
Reardon just called in. They traced it.
[tires screech]
Come on, Let's go.
Your food is here.
I'm not feeling very well. Let's go.
Hey!
What about the check?
Oh. yeah.
You know, if my head wasn't screwed to my shoulders, I'd forget that, too.
[whispers] Keep going.
[shouts] Freeze!
Place your weapon on the table.
Take it easy there, mister.
Do as I say.
All right.
Morning.
Find the freaking key, Don!
Get up!
Get in the car.
Wasn't that your Elky?
The man and the woman are still in there?
They left in his Elky.
Give me the 50.
Oh!
Go, go go!
There they are.
Lindsay.
Yeah. I think I just... I just banged my head.
Isaac.
[engine revs]
Ram him.
I hope he was wearing a seat belt.
Isaac, don't let go.
Listen up, people.
We're here in pursuit of an individual,
we believe to be Deputy Lindsay Reardon.
I have some questions to ask you.
No questions.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Good.
It's a watershed culvert that drains into three rigs below.
We're gonna have to search all of them.
Way this weather's coming, it's gonna take us a while.
If they're down there, we will find them.
I'm sure you will, Mr. Beck. Before you do, you have to clean up this mess.
The authorities are gonna be here soon. When they get here, we have to be gone.
You understand?
Yes, sir.
The bad news is I don't think they're gonna find them.
Which means it's highly likely they're still on the run.
You'd like to hear the good news?
The good news is, Isaac is still performing well beyond the expectations.
They were men, Simon. Not nameless stats on some report.
They were real men. Men with families.
You show me the war that ever excluded men with families from the battlefield.
This is not your personal crusade. People are in danger.
You need to inform the proper authorities of what happened here.
What do you think your employers will think of that?
They funded the project.
I would think that makes them tacitly responsible as well.
As are you, Ms. Fraser.
Nice try, Simon. I'm not playing that game.
It's not a game.
(Lindsay) I, uh, I need to rest.
Did you hear me?
Really, I need to rest.
We haven't heard anything.
They retreated.
Does that help you?
What?
When you touch that.
I like to think it does.
Your hand is hot. Are you all right?
My body temperature is high due to my metabolic rate.
You're frigid.
Yeah, well,
I'm, uh, I'm tired.
And it's cold.
There is snow on the ground if you haven't realized.
I can keep you warm.
It's better.
Just don't get any ideas, okay?
I do not understand.
The story of my life.
What?
I, uh, I felt you twitch.
They're coming.
(Lindsay) Did you sleep?
I have what could be construed as rest periods.
Do you dream when you rest?
Sometimes I see images in my head.
I mean, like memories?
I do not always recognize the people in them.
Isaac.
You saved my life.
Thank you.
Have you always been like this?
Do you know who you are?
That information is classified.
But do you know?
You don't know, do you?
You know, we could actually find out.
How?
I do have a little experience in tracing people's pasts.
Let me see your hand.
We need to keep moving.
Just show me your hand.
Uh.
Looks like they didn't want you to know.
Your fingerprints, see? They've been burned off.
You see?
See how I have mine?
Not this one.
Let me see.
Looks like those healing abilities actually come in handy.
You should know who you are, Isaac.
Why?
'Cause a person's history defines who they are.
And this fingerprint will tell us?
It could tell us a lot.
Just gotta get out of here first.
They were here, but they're gone now. We're heading back up.
Suit yourself.
Something you'd like to add?
Nope.
Come on, let's go.
N ice truck.
It comes with a phone.
Do you think you can get this thing started?
Yes.
All right, get in.
(Hart) Yes, Ms. Fraser.
This creation of yours, he might be easier to find
if we had some idea where he's going.
I don't believe he knows.
Maybe he went back home.
What do you mean by home?
Back to the lab.
Well, forgive me, but I think that's... it's highly unlikely.
At the end of the day it's all he really knows.
If that was his plan, he could just sit there and wait for an armed escort.
He's made every effort to elude us.
Let's just call it a hunch. I'm heading back up.
There.
Yeah, I'd like to report a sighting on the Deputy Reardon.
The one who killed her partner.
Yeah. No, I'm sure it was her.
The farmers' market on route nine.
Yeah. She was driving a green Elky.
My name?
Mrs. Isaacson.
Come on, come on, come on.
Let's go, guys. Come on. Hurry. Hurry.
Look at that.
Small-town cops. They're fast, huh?
[sirens wailing]
They're going. All right.
Let's go around the back.
Just one.
I got something.
Who's Wesley Hall?
You are.
It says you were charged with three counts of first degree murder.
When?
Four years ago.
Who did I kill?
Who did I kill, Lindsay?
I don't know. It says you're dead.
I'm not dead.
I know that.
Let me close out this file. I know where to go next.
My name is Wesley Hall.
Sh. He might hear you.
But Lindsay, my name is Wesley Hall.
And I'm trying to read this.
It says you were killed three years ago trying to escape prison.
Can you find out who I killed?
I'm still looking.
Lindsay.
I need air.
Lindsay.
Your name was Wesley Hall.
And you killed your wife.
You killed your, your two daughters.
You murdered your family.
You don't remember, do you?
I have no memories.
The facility's close by.
How do you know?
'Cause that's the first thing I saw when I escaped.
You ran a long way.
It's right there.
Lindsay, please.
Okay.
Listen, I tried.
I ran every personal bioprogram we have again and it leads nowhere.
We have to find him.
That's why we go back. We find the original tissues.
No!
Why no?
They weren't collected with the intention of creating a new Isaac.
But in given time.
Time is what he haven't got.
I haven't got another two years worth of funding
to start all of this from scratch.
I spent 20 years developing this from nothing but an instinct
for the possibilities into the math and the chemistry
and that countless clinical trials.
The set back after set back. The begging for funding.
And I created a new man!
Oh, dear God.
They're Tinkertoys by comparison.
And you think I'm gonna let that be ripped out of my hands the last minute?
So that when he's found, somebody else can conceal my work
like a change in hair color or a change in race and take the credit?
I spent 20 years in the shadows for one thing.
Because everything Isaac is, is mine.
You lost him, you find him.
Isaac?
I kill, Lindsay.
It's what I've been programmed to do.
But I don't know why I would've wanted to kill them.
This must end.
Where are you going?
I must stop it.
They'll kill you.
Then I'll die.
Hey! It doesn't work like this.
Don't follow me.
Yeah, yeah.
Just one more variation.
All right.
(Fraser) Simon!
Yeah.
Late for April fools.
That's true.
I'm sorry, I don't get the joke.
I know about Isaac. I know everything. Sit!
Yeah. I got an idea.
Why don't you put the gun down and we can have a proper chat.
I'm fine. Chat away.
Okay. But I find it kind of difficult to talk with a weapon in my face. It's a...
Shut the hell up.
Tyler. Don't even think about it,
unless you wanna sip supper through a straw for the rest of your life.
So, what do you know about Isaac?
A couple of things. This and that.
I prefer to hear them in your own words though.
Now.
With the test we ran, all his capabilities were flawless.
Simulating missions, control circumstances, he performed beyond expectations.
He was the definition of a killing machine, but It was simulated.
And that wasn't enough.
No. We had to see it with the real thing.
So that's when I decided to use prisoners.
We needed to test to see if he would kill on command.
He would be executed anyway.
Oh, well. Sticky death penalty issues aside.
I'm not a politician. I'm a scientist.
Keep talking.
Isaac's Ideology for whatever reason
couldn't support killing in cold blood.
To kill a person that didn't impose a direct threat or perceived danger
put his psyche into a crisis point and he was forced to make a decision.
He broke out.
Yeah.
Let me just ask you something, Ms. Fraser.
When the time comes for you to make that life or death decision,
do you think you'll be able to pull that trigger?
I don't know. It's your lab.
Do you want to test me?
So, let's talk about Wesley Hall.
No. No, just listen to me, okay?
Get them to Grantford right now.
So you want me to call in the FBI.
No. I want you to turn to the FBI agent who's standing right next to you
and have him call the closest field office and get them here right now.
Did you have enough time to trace my phone call or do you need the address again?
No, we're good.
Good.
[alarm goes off]
For a scientist, you are stupid.
Well, Ms. Fraser, any other brilliant plans?
It's Isaac.
Where?
Uh. He wa... He was just here!
Switch cameras.
Where the hell is he?
You must be Isaac.
Leave.
I know who you were.
I was Wesley Hall. I was a convicted murderer.
No, you were a scientist.
You were Simon Hart's partner.
God.
Why would I've killed my family?
I don't know.
Maybe Simon.
What?
I think maybe he had something to do with it.
Leave.
Okay, okay, okay. I'm on your side.
Really? Then why were you following us? I saw you with them.
Oh.
Where's Isaac?
He's back there.
Take me there.
You're making a very big mistake.
(Hart) Deputy Reardon.
Oh, shit.
If Isaac was paying me a visit, you couldn't be far behind.
You guys come any closer, I'll blow her brains out.
I haven't seen anybody's brains blow out in about a day now.
I'm serious.
As a heart attack?
You'll be doing him a favor. I know about Wesley Hall.
Lindsay, please.
You're outgunned.
I suggest if you wanna see your friend Isaac again,
you put the gun down now.
Let's say right now.
Simon Hart. N ice to meet you.
Hey, soldier, welcome home.
Wait 'till you see what I'm gonna do to you now.
[yells]
I gotta admit, boy. You're fast.
Yes, I am.
(Lindsay) Isaac?
Lindsay.
Hello, Wes.
What do you think of our security snare?
Very specific microwave frequency.
Throws every nanobot into your system in a complete disarray.
Must be terribly painful.
Oh, oh, by the way,
thank you for your time, Deputy,
but I'll no longer be needing your help.
Oh!
God you're looking well, Wes.
Minus a few hundred bullet hits, of course.
You always were the sentimental type, weren't you, Wes?
You wanna go along with me?
When I suggested using inmates for our experiments,
you thought they should be volunteers. Volunteers!
You saw how well the volunteer service worked out for the armed forces.
Deserters by the hundreds overseas.
Public outcry over the deaths of thousands of this country's best and brightest.
Meanwhile, a host of rapists, thugs and killers taking up space behind bars
at tax payer's expense. Prisons full of potential soldiers.
They rejected society. They should be the volunteers.
But you wanted to save that privilege for yourself?
Started testing the phase one drugs on yourself.
You,
having no idea I already made extensive contacts
within the military industrial complex endorsing my plan.
And you found out and it just jeopardized everything.
You said you could no longer trust me.
Let me tell you,
a little lack of trust between business partners is a dangerous thing.
You killed my family.
No.
No. Mr. Beck did.
Mr. Beck killed your family.
But once you were found guilty of their murders, it did make things go more smoothly.
Although you didn't make it easy to replicate your phase one research.
Something about all your files being destroyed.
It's just why I arranged to have you brought back here for phases two through four.
Out of professional respect for you, of course.
You know what, Wes?
I'm gonna fry your brain until there's only enough left to spoon into a test tube.
And I'm gonna scrape up the D NA and the tissue samples,
and I'm gonna build you again.
Only this time I'm gonna do it right.
Oh.
[groans]
See? You're not the only superhuman here.
You all right?
Yeah, I'll be all right.
Thank you, Lindsay Reardon.
Kudos.
Open up your hand.
You gotta bad guy to catch.
(detective) Okay, hold it.
Put your hands on your head. Do as I say.
Okay. Look, I'll do whatever you say. Just get the hell in there.
Get on your knees. Get on your knees!
No, not me. In there!
Listen, Isaac...
Isaac, please. Please. Listen. Listen to me.
It all ends here.
Your programming won't allow you to self-destruct.
You never did understand human nature.
Oh, really?
Yes, Simon.
You have to be human.