Virtuosity

Is this your stop?

No.

Is this your stop?

No.

Is this your stop?

No.

Oh, man.

I can't get over how different we look.

Maybe it's the uniforms.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I beg your pardon.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I beg your pardon.

Good-bye.

As officers gather evidence

at the grisly crime scene,

you can only ask yourselves,

"what kind of lunatic

would commit such unthinkable crimes?"

The three adjectives which best describe this killer

are sadistic, intelligent, and dangerous.

Excuse me.

Do you have any idea where you're going?

Let's eat. You hungry?

Let's eat. You hungry?

Good afternoon.

May I help you?

Good afternoon. May I help you?

Good afternoon. May I help you?

What do we look for?

His eyes.

What do they look like?

Like mine.

Hey.

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

I'm just going to do a little performance piece

with your partner.

I'll be back to do my solo with you.

1...2...

1, 2, 3, 4.

Heh heh!

I could have killed you just now,

but what the hell? I love to play.

Where's Donovan?

Oh, don't worry about your friend.

He's chilling out.

Come on.

Heh heh!

Come on, copper! Pig! Flatfoot!

What are you going to do?

Game over.

Aargh!

Here's a new composition--

first you suffer, then you die.

You're cheating.

Oh, you're absolutely right.

Aah!

Aah!

You know, I hadn't actually finished yet.

Warning--

simulation participants are receiving

beyond the recommended limits of neural information.

I can't shut it down!

Ugh!

We're on overload!

Reduce the amperage!

Reduce the amperage!

Aah!

Aah!

Neural sensor escalating.

Get them out of those goddamn rigs right now!

Stay back!

Just get them down! Come on!

We have this under control.

Get them down.

Move him down.

Get a depressor.

Get him out of here!

Try and hold him!

Just get him out!

Uh! Uh!

Give me a hand here!

He's going into shock.

Bring him in here! Bring him in here!

What's wrong with that man?

The sensitivity calibrations

must have slipped just a tad.

All clear.

Go!

We're losing him.

O.K. Go ahead. Clear.

Got anything?

We lost him.

All right. Time is 15:27.

...is properly installed.

He's gone.

Right behind you.

This is not supposed to be happening.

I don't understand how this could have happened.

What about the fail-safes?

They were supposed to be on-line.

They were on-line. Of course they were.

I'd like you to recalculate everything in real time.

I think somebody's been tampering with my software.

Virtual reality was supposed to be a safe place

to train my law-enforcement people.

That's why we're using convicts

to ferret out any glitches.

I want it shut down immediately.

I don't understand.

They said this could never happen.

You trust too much, Billy.

Yeah.

It was good seeing you back in uniform,

even if it was only vr.

He cheated.

Who?

SID 6.7.

Electrocution wasn't a part

of his weapons menu.

What are you talking about?

Methods of killing--

automatic rifle, shotgun, handgun,

blunt objects, his hands, his feet.

Electrocution wasn't an available option.

How do you know?

I checked the data base

while everybody was sitting on their asses

waiting for queen Deane.

What are you doing?

Get away from that!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Calm down.

I'm pressing charges against this man.

Shut up!

You calm your vr-pumped ass down.

Here I am, trying to get you out of the hole,

and you keep digging yourself back in.

Did you bring my stuff?

You're a damn ingrate, you know that?

I get you nine months off,

and all you can talk about is chalk.

Nine months off for good behavior

won't do me good for another 17 years.

Chalk I can use now.

Yeah, well, you shot the Sushi chef.

Hell, you shot the son of a bitch eight times.

He wasn't real, Billy.

You were supposed to pretend he was.

And pretend to die, like Donovan?

You got a point there.

Move 'em out!

I'll give them what they want, Billy.

I'll be their Guinea pig.

You take my advice as a friend.

Pull it together,

or you're going to pull yourself down.

You're my only link to the outside.

You can count on me.

I know it.

I'll be there Tuesday.

Yeah. Me, too.

Step through.

Metallic limb detected.

Metallic limb detected.

Clear.

Step through.

Wrong door.

Welcome back...

Cop.

Oh, yeah!

I'll get you, Barnes!

Hey, killer!

Hey, killer!

Hey, killer!

You ain't no cop no more!