1 1 1 1 1 1 "There are many robot servants, "and they serve you all day. "If you live there, you never get sick or old." I'll take us there one day. Really? Yeah. I promise. "Frey and... "Max... "forever." (children laughing) (water sloshing) (dogs barking in distance) (indistinct announcements over P.A. in distance) (barking continues) (distant sirens wailing) (indistinct announcements over P.A.) (barking, shouting) (speaking Spanish) Off to work, huh? Got to get up early to work that line! That's real funny; I have a job. Es chistoso. (children shouting) Oh, por favor, ninos. Come on, you think I got money? Do I look like I have money? Come on. (speaking Spanish) How about you, you got a little money? Come on. What have you got in there? -What do you got? -(laughter) Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Oh, it's five bucks. Hey, wait a minute, I got... I got five bucks. I'm rich. (speaks Spanish) -(speaks Spanish) -All right. (children shouting) MAN (over P.A.): Please form an orderly queue. Your bus has arrived. (shouting in Spanish) Check. Move on. MAN (over P.A.): Your bags may be checked. (P.A. announcements continue in Spanish) Good morning, Officer. Extensive criminal history. Multiple felonies. What's in the bag? Hair products, mostly. I'm just fucking with... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm just going to work, man. There's nothing's in the fucking bag. Come on now, that's my... DROID: Misdemeanour citizen disobedience. I'm just going to work, man. Come on... (grunts) (screams) (grunting, crowd gasping) -Checked. -Nothing in there, is there? Zero tolerance policy applies to all citizens. No shit. You must report immediately to your parole officer. Thank you, citizen. -No, thank you! -MAN: The next bus will arrive... (distant siren wailing) (indistinct talking) (shouting, talking, indistinct announcements) -Frey, fracture, bed two. -Thank you. Max? Frey. I thought you were, uh... What... when... When did you get back? I've been back for a while. I see things haven't changed. Oh, no, this wasn't even my fault. Of course not. -Let me have a look. -It wasn't. Pretty bad break. So you're a nurse, huh? You did it. Yeah. Th-That's great. You still stealing cars? No. God, no. I don't do any of that stupid shit anymore. I work at Armadyne. On the line, you know, working my way up. -NURSE: Frey, they need you up on the third floor. -Be right there. So, you know, now that you're back... -Just a second, Max. -Yeah. Two seconds. Dominica! Can you take over here? Hey, listen, now, you know, 'cause you're back and everything... Max, I'm so sorry. I have to go. It's good to see you. Stay out of trouble. I do! (shouting, groaning) WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Rodriguez, call the O.R. Dr. Rodriguez, call the O.R. NURSE: Out of the way, sir. Look, I-I get it. I know... I know why you left the neighbourhood; I understand. Look, if I was as smart as you, I would've left, too. Have dinner with me. Just... All right, look, I'll settle for a coffee. -No. -(mutters): Oh... I got to break my other arm to get attention from you? -Stop. Stop. -'Cause I-I will do that. My life is complicated, Max. I just... I-I... (sighs) I miss you. (chuckles) My shift ends at 8:00 on Wednesday, okay? -Yeah, all right. -Coffee. Yeah, coffee. Right. Get out of here. MAN (over P.A.): All parolees must pass weapons inspection. (indistinct talking, buzzer sounds) (indistinct announcements) Hello. Uh, before we start, I'd just like to explain... Max Da Costa. Violation of penal code 2219 today at bus stop 34B. Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. Immediate extension of parole by a further eight months. Wait, what? No, no, no, no, no. I can explain what happened. I just made a joke, and, uh, you know... -Stop talking. -(muttering) Police officers noted violent and antisocial behaviour. We regretfully must extend parole. Elevation in heart rate detected. Would you like a pill? No. Thank you. -What I'd like to do is explain... -Stop talking. Personality matrix suggests a 78.3% chance of regression to old behaviour patterns. Grand theft auto, assault with a deadly weapon, resisting arrest. Would you like to talk to a human? (robotically): No, I am okay, thank you. Are you being sarcastic and-or abusive? -Negative. -It is a federal offence to abuse a parole officer. Understood. MAN (over P.A.): Safety is our priority. MAN: Hey, Da Costa! You're late for your shift. -Yeah, man, I had a little thing. Oh, no, no, no, you can't work with that. You're out. No, no, no, no, no. I'm good, man. I can work. I can work. This is... It's nothing. -This is coming off later today. -So you're good? -I'm fine. I'm good. -You're good? Okay, I'm docking you half a day. Yeah, all right. You know, you're lucky to have this job. ROBOTIC VOICE: No weapons detected. You are clear for entry. MAN (over P.A.): ...more than once per shift. Please keep your work station tidy. A tidy work station is an efficient work station. (announcements in Spanish) (indistinct talking) WORKER: Hey, check it out, man. I think he likes you. Think he got his face peel today? -He looks good. -MAN (over P.A.): Attention, all workers must reach weekly quotas. Please report any unsafe activity to your supervisor. MAN (on monitor): If we don't have a clear path to upside, our investors are going to start losing a lot of confidence. What do you think I've been doing down here on Earth? Do you think I enjoy breathing this air? No, of course, but... I am doing everything possible to restore profitability to this company, the company that I built. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to not speak to you people any longer. Thank you. Closing 34. Fire in 34. (clamouring) (clamouring) (man speaks in Spanish) Let's go, let's go, let's go! We don't have much time. Come on. We hacked three transponder codes, Spider. Okay, pull them up on screen. Codes have been accepted. Fire up the shuttles. We are going up! (indistinct announcements, cheering) (classical music playing in distance) (classical music playing, light laughter) -Welcome. -Ah, hello, madam. -Hello. Take a look at the garden. -We will. Thank you. -Thank you. -Bonjour, Madame Delacourt. -Bonjour. -Bonjour. Ca va? -Tres bien. Ma'am, would you care for a refreshment? Command: Cancel. (beeping) (comm chirping) MALE AGENT (over earpiece: Sorry for disturbing you, ma'am. We have a number of undocumented ships inbound. WOMAN (over speaker): Good afternoon, Defence Secretary Delacourt. Three undocumented ships are approaching Elysium airspace. MAN (over speaker): Emergency orders six and seven are now in effect. (indistinct talking) Protocol 22/B-39 in progress. (over radio): Attention, incoming vessels. You have made unauthorised entry into Elysium airspace. Dad! -It's okay. -Return to Earth or we will be forced to take immediate action. You are in violation of Elysium airspace. FEMALE AGENT: The standard warning didn't work. MALE AGENT: 15,000 kilometres and closing. What do you want us to do, ma'am? Activate Kruger. Uh, ma'am, according to Executive Order 355, we are unauthorised to use our assets on Earth. I am authorising you. (clears throat) Yes, ma'am. (comm chirping) (flies buzzing) MALE AGENT (over radio): Agent 32 Alpha, we are sending a packet over. (beeping) COMPUTER VOICE: Welcome, Agent Kruger. MALE AGENT: 10,000 kilometres and closing. FEMALE AGENT: Sending coordinates to asset. (over radio): Syncing target data. Shoot them down. Greenlight 21B, greenlight. Missiles away. Oh, shit. (beeping, announcements in Spanish) (announcements continue) (beeping) (muffled explosion) WOMAN (over speaker): Two ships destroyed. 46 total casualties. Impact in five. (beeping) MALE AGENT: The last missile was a miss. Ridiculous. Ma'am, the ship has breached our atmosphere. (beeping, shouting) FEMALE AGENT: First undocumented ship just touched down. I want everyone coming out of that vehicle apprehended. (shouting) (indistinct radio transmission) (panting) COMPUTER VOICE: Identification confirmed. Scanning. Reconstruction process initiated. (screaming) (groans) MALE AGENT: We have 32 arrests, 13 casualties and two illegals still at large, ma'am. Reconstruction complete. (laughs) You are under arrest under the 68-C Immigration Act. (crying) MALE AGENT: All illegals are now in custody, ma'am. Yes. Send them to Deportation. Get them off this habitat. (shouting, screaming) WOMAN (over speaker): Secretary Delacourt, please report to President Patel immediately. Secretary Delacourt, report to President Patel. (screaming continues) (indistinct radio transmission) 1 MAN: What up, man? Lo de siempre. The police, man. -You okay? -Yeah, no, don't worry about it. Max, I got to talk to you. -'Kay, you... you know that... -No. What do you mean, no? You didn't even hear what I was gonna say. All right, go ahead, go ahead. Okay. You know the house of Los Zetas up on the hill? Yeah, the one with all the guns. -Yeah, they have five cars. New ones. -Yeah. Uh-huh. It's gonna be three of us. Tomorrow at lunch. -Lunchtime. That's the plan? -Yeah. -Jesus Christ. -What, you have a better plan? Yeah, we just take one guy, go before the sun comes up. You take the two fastest cars, you torch the batteries on the other one so they can't... -(laughing) -Fuck you. Fuck you! I got you, cabron! -Oh, please, man, you're the best. -Come on, man. -Give me one year, just one year. -I'm not going back to prison, man. Hey, one year. Please. Look at you! You used to be a legend, and now what? (birds chirping) (electronic tones chime) MECHANISED VOICE: The time is 5:50 a.m. -(electronic tones chiming) -(exhales) (chiming continues) ROBOTIC VOICE: No weapons detected. You are clear for entry. (tools whirring) Closing 34! (sustained beep tone) (announcements in Spanish) Hey! You're holding up the line! No, no, no. I got a jam. MAN (over P.A.): Attention, workers may not visit the restroom more than once per shift. -What have you done, De Costa? -Nah, I'm just trying to reset. Let me look, let me look. -Well, the pallet's pinched. -Yeah, it moved. -Just go in there. -No. I mean... Look, either you go in there right now, or I'll find someone who will. -And you can go clear out your locker. -Come on, man. No, no. That's the deal, okay? In you go. FOREMAN (claps hands): Let's go, people! Back to work! (whispers): Fuck. (pants) (indistinct announcements over P.A.) (exhales) (foot tapping floor) (low grunt) (pants) -(mechanical whirring, hissing) -No, no! No, no, no, no, no! No! No, no! No, stop! No! No! -Hey! Hey! Hey! -(deep whirring) -(hissing) -(screaming) (alarm blares) -(classical piano music playing) -(birds chirping) (indistinct shouts) (hissing continues) -(indistinct shouts) -Come on! Vamonos! Vamonos! It's too late! FOREMAN (muffled): It's too late! MAN: Come on! (distorted): Extraction! (low whooshing, mechanical rumbling, whooshing) (metallic creaking) (mechanical whirring) (distorted playful shouts) (Max's laboured breathing) (laboured breathing continues) (weakly): What happened? HAZMAT ROBOT: You have been exposed to a lethal dose of radiation. You will experience catastrophic organ failure. In five days' time, you will die. (doors squeak) What is going on? Why has production stopped? -He's been exposed. -Don't-don't breathe on me. Cover your mouth. I'm sorry, sir. Does his... skin fall off or... something? I don't want to replace the bedding in there. Just get him out. -Yes, sir. -Great. Thank you. WOMAN (over speaker): Mr. Carlyle, your shuttle is ready for departure. (beep) (door squeaks) (Max's weak breathing) Please sign this to receive medication. (quiet mechanical whirring) Miporol, extremely potent, will keep you functioning normally until your death. Please take one pill with each meal. Thank you for your service. (breathing weakly) At 1500 hours yesterday you shot down two shuttles, killing 46 civilians. Your mandate is to deal with illegals quietly. I am aware of that. And then there's the use of this... agent, a Mr. M. Kruger. 15 human rights violations. Rapes. Kidnappings. Torture. MAN: The man's been diagnosed with serious psychological issues. We've made it explicitly clear to you that we are no longer using sleeper agents. Tell me something, President Patel. Do you have children? I am not the one being reviewed here. Then I will assume you do not. Perhaps if you did have children, then you would behave in a manner that is more conducive to the longevity of this habitat. (laughs): I understand that it is not the-the fashion to think and to act as I do. I understand that perfectly. But when they come for your house, for the house you built for your children and your children's children, it won't be PR and campaign promises that keep them out. It will be me. I've heard enough. This is your final warning. Any further unauthorised actions, and you will be removed from office. And let's discharge this... Agent Kruger permanently. All in favour? Good. Effective immediately. (high-pitched whirring) (beeps) You want some beer? (spits) (comm chirping) FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: You have been discharged from CCB. Please return all weapons to the local embassy. Fuck your politics and... fuck you! -(low panting) -(speaks indistinctly) MAN (faint, echoing): Max... -(panting) -(faint, distorted): Max! (faint, distorted): What happened? Jesus. Let me help you. Let's go in. Come on. Max, what happened? Jesus. -Max? What happened? -I just shouldn't have gone in, man. -Gone in where? -(retching loudly) (coughs) (grunts) I took a... a full dose, man. I got a full dose. (retches) You'll be okay. Let me help. -Max... -(groans) You're gonna be okay, Max. They gave me... Miporol, man. (laughs) They gave... they gave me Mi... ...Miporol. MAX: I got five fucking days, man. I only got five days. You have to take this. They can fix this shit on Elysium, man. -I know. -I'm gonna go see Spider. -Max... Max, take the pill. -(pants) There you go. To see Spider, you need money. I-I'll give you everything I have, but it's not enough for a ticket. He's going to give me a ticket. (laboured breath) He's gonna give me a fuckin' ticket. (indistinct chatter) MAN (voice-over): Frey, you know we've done everything we could to help your daughter. But I had a meeting today with the board, and they're recommending that we send her home with you. But how can I work here and leave her at home? You know it can happen any minute, Dr. Faisal. I know, I know. If she has another seizure, of course bring her back to the ward. Of course. But until then, she's discharged. This isn't Elysium. We can't just heal her. h (siren wailing in distance) (lively chatter) (chatter, high-pitched shouts) (cackling laughter nearby) (man shouts in Spanish) (lively chatter continues) (laboured breathing) Max! It's been a while, my brother. Oh, h-how's life at the factory? -I-I need to ask you a favour. -What? I-I can't hear you. What? (laboured breathing): I need a ticket... up there. And an I.D. Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Uh... Yeah, absolutely. Do you prefer aisle or window? (laboured breathing): I'm being fuckin'... serious, man. Listen, I'm gonna come back. I'm gonna come back and work for you. (laughing) Anything you need, man. I'll fuckin' pay it back. You know what? (low grunt) This... is... (whispers): priceless. This... is... priceless! Yeah, l-let me ask you a question. Do you have... do you have any idea how many idiots come in here saying the same kind of bullshit? I got little kids coming in here every day. Max, if I were you, I'd get the fuck out of here right now. -Max, no! -Hey, hey! -(indistinct shouts) -Max, Max, no. I did three years for you. After everything I did for you, you're gonna get me up there, you're gonna get me up there. Yeah, go ahead and shoot-- I got so much radiation in my body right now, you're probably getting a little sick yourself. -You really dying, huh? -I'm fuckin' dying. -That's what I said. -All right, see this? It's over. Put the gun down. Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Get out of here! Okay? Listen... I've been looking for someone to take a job for me... (shouts): But no one here had the balls! You said you'd do anything. Right? Max... (indistinct shouts, whooping) (woman howls, laughs) (loud thumps) -You okay? -I'm okay. (man laughing, shouting in distance) SPIDER: All right, here we go. This... ...my friend... this... can be your ticket up there. One last job for me, you earn your way up. What is it? Take an Elysian asshole, right? A billionaire. He's down on Earth for some business, he's-he's-he's here for whatever. We hijack him. -Fuck that. -Relax. It gets, like... much worse. Forget his watch. Forget his ride. Forget all that shit. This... is what you take. Organic information, right out of his head. Now, I'm talking about bank codes, passwords, log-in data. Access to billions. All you have to do is plug into his brain, download the data into yours with this baby and bring it to me. -This is crazy, Max. Come on. Once we verify the data, I'll give you a one-way ride, all expenses paid. (laughs) Even throw in some snacks and a drink. Now, all you have to do is walk into a house and use the med bay... and you're cured. Sandro will do the surgery. You know him? What the fuck. Jesus Christ! I'm good. Actually... you seem weak... (chuckles) and fucked up, so... you know what? I-I have... (whispering): This is crazy. Let's get out of here. Please? Listen to me. What the fuck am I gonna do? I'll have them install... this. A third-generation exo-suit. We hook this into your nervous system. It'll make you strong as a droid. (chuckles): You're already under the knife, right? Let's get out of here. Please. -I want a four-man team. But I pick 'em. -I'm sending my own data wrangler. Brain-to-brain data is... -real tough. -Okay. MAX: But I'm taking Julio. He gets a ticket up there, same as me. Yeah, sure. Okay, I'll go get the boys ready. Wait. It's got to be John Carlyle. SPIDER: The CEO of Armadyne Carlyle? That's the mark. WOMAN: Secretary Delacourt, Mr. Carlyle has arrived. You are here to... -persuade me to renew our Armadyne contracts, yes? -Astute as always. DELACOURT: Come with me. (whoosh, clack) I'm not interested in your... little ideas. I'm interested in something much larger. This habitat is dying. There is a political sickness inside of it. A tumour that needs to be removed. You and your company are in need of revenue that is drying up. So... you built the torus. Can you override the servers and place a new president in power? A... a coup? Are you suggesting a coup? Is it possible? I could write a reboot sequence and shut down the entire system. And at that point, you can encode a new president, yes. Then that is what you will do. And you will have your contract secured for the next 200 years. Missile defence batteries, droids, everything we need to protect our liberty. All guaranteed, of course, by your new president. (beep, whirring) SPIDER: This is the guy. -This is the guy? -This is him. Sit down. We're gonna cut you up good, homes. Play nice, Sandro. Play nice. Let's get him an I.D. first. Get the chief one of them identification codes. -(man speaks Spanish) -Get that ready. Arm up. (buzz, sizzle) That'll merge it with the DNA. Now you fit in, like you were born there. Now it's time for the real fun. (tools whirring, buzzing) (man speaking Spanish) -(metallic scraping) -(man speaking Spanish) (metallic scraping continues) Hey, man. Yeah? I-Is this gonna hurt? (men laughing) Yeah, bitch, it's gonna hurt. -It's gonna hurt good. -MAN: When we're done with you, you're gonna be a favela ninja, ah? Marianna! Hey, bring down the bone saw! This ain't gonna kill me. (whispers): You're gonna be all right, my brother. (tool whirring) JULIO: Max. I'm here. We got this, man. We got this. (echoing whisper): Yeah. (drill whirring) (drill whirring) (button clicks) (beep) 1 (mechanical whirring) Hey! SANDRO: You made it, huh? Surprise. You can still jack off, all right. SPIDER: How's everything going? He's ready to kick ass. What the fuck did you do to me? Gave you a way out. (siren wailing) (dog barking in distance) (high-pitched whirring) MANUEL: Damn. (barking) What's up, partner? How's that suit working out for you, man? That shit is tight. Show me. Hold that. What's this, a family heirloom? MANUEL: Wait for it. (rooster crows) Air-bursting ammunition. Designate your enemy, and any round you fire will explode around them, five-meter kill radius. And... synched detonation rounds for this bad boy. That'll work. SANDRO: Move out! (computer powering down) Sir? Shuttle is ready. (indistinct chatter) (comm chirping) MANUEL (over radio): Do you read me? Si. MANUEL: All right, here's the deal. We wait outside the factory until we see his shuttle leave. One of y'all puts an explosive round in it, goes to the crash site and gets the data. JULIO: Okay, copy that. MANUEL: Camera's live, boys. You getting this, Spider? SPIDER: All right, guys, let's go! Let's play ball! -MAN: Move out of the way. -(indistinct chatter) You nervous? -No. -No? (both laughing) -We're not going to fucking die here. -Yeah. (engine powering up) MANUEL (over radio): Go, go, go! FEMALE VOICE (over speaker): Acceleration to supersonic speeds in 15 seconds. Come on, come on, come on, come on! FEMALE VOICE: Critical engine failure. WOMAN: Ma'am, we have an Elysium citizen on Earth in danger. Data coming up now. FEMALE VOICE (over speaker): Citizen identified. John Carlyle, N8321P... I see you, ... I have a situation here. (over radio): Kruger, do you read me? Ah, Miss Delacourt. How lovely to hear your voice. There's a citizen carrying sensitive brain data out of the city right now. Some thieves are trying to hijack it. -What's in it? -That's classified. You don't call a recently deactivated agent to retrieve classified fucking information, man! The government doesn't know about this, do they? I can ask for whatever I want, can't I? FEMALE VOICE: Please brace for impact. (gasps) FEMALE VOICE: Please remain calm. You have sustained zero injuries. Oh, that's a real comfort. KRUGER (over radio): I got one condition. I do this, I get reinstated. Fine. I've recommissioned two of your preferred agents-- completely confidentially, of course. They should be at your position any second. KRUGER: Send me the mission data. SPIDER: Let's go, guys. Out of the cars! Droids, there appears to be some type of wheeled vehicle with one... ...two occupants, and they are armed, and I'd like them dead. Droid! -(explosion) -(yells) It's jammed! It's jammed! (groans) FEMALE VOICE: Identified. Max Da Costa. Federal parole number 61492-8-557. (grunts) (blows twice) (grunting) It's jammed, man! JULIO: Got it. He's reloading. (beeping) (whooshing) -You all right? -We got to go faster. I got the door. MANUEL: Go, go! I got you covered! MAX: Go, go, go, go, go. (whirring) MAX: Don't fucking move. -(flies buzzing) -(beep) -Bring it! -MANUEL: There's another one! Die, ...fucker! Don't hit the mark! (Manuel yelling) (grunting) (Julio coughs) (grunting) (groaning) (mechanical whirring) (strained grunting) (shuddering breaths) No, no, no! No, no! He got hit! He got hit! FEMALE VOICE: Citizen has sustained a cardiothoracic trauma. Blood pressure is dropping. -It's not in the head. -SANDRO: Is he breathing? -No, no, it's in the chest. -Oh, then we're good, man. Hold his head. Hold his head. All right, plug this into you. Come on, get that shit in. -Come on. Come on, baby. Come on. -It's in. -SANDRO: Yes! -MAX: Is it working? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we're synching, we're synching. You have no idea what you're doing. One minute to target, sir! SANDRO: All right, we're... we're synched. Come on, baby, here we go. It's going to work. We got it. -Okay. -It's going to work. It's a data heist, ma'am. They're downloading now. Guys, we got incoming. Oh, fuck me. Come on, guys, hurry up. That's a Raven! That's military! SANDRO: It's all right. We got this. 97. Here we go. 98. -Hurry up! They're coming! -Almost there! Almost there! 99. Ding! Here we go! Oh, shit. Something must be corrupted. -What-what does that mean? -Wait. Hold on, hold on. I can't read the data. It's scrambled! I can't read the data! What?! Come on, guys! We got to move! What the fuck does "scrambled" mean? -Fuck this. -No, no, no, no! Run it again! Run it another time, man! Fucking get off me, man. I'm fucking bailing. Please run it again. I can't, man. Get the fuck off me. MANUEL: Come on. Let's get out of here. Where the fuck are you going, Sandro?! -Let's get out of here! -Goddamn it! -Come on, man. We're... -(Max screaming) -(Max groaning) -Come on, Max. -(beeping) -SPIDER: Get out of there! Let's go! -(groaning) -We got to go! Come on, Max! Come on! (panting) Hey, boss, we got a runner. -(beeping) -Locked on. Fire! (groaning) (distorted grunting) -(bullets ricocheting) -Shit, man! (yelling) (bullets ricocheting) (yelling and laughing) That's what I'm talking about! Fuck, man! FEMALE VOICE: Targets moving south-southwest. Move, Max! It's coming! (engine whooshing) We got another one. Okay. This is wrong. This is all wrong, man! (whirring) (beep) (rapid beeping) (beep) (muffled audio) -(mechanical whirring) -(grunting) (grunting) (indistinct radio transmission) MAN: Going into a holding pattern, sir. -(panting) -Where do you think you're going? (rapid gunfire) (yells) (grunting) (grunts) (grunting) (groans) (yells in pain) (grunts) Fuck! Fucker! (grunting angrily) -KRUGER: Come on. -(Max wheezing) (Kruger groans) (gunfire continues) -(grunting) -(gasping) (panting) (whoosh) (whooshing) (grunts) (panting) MAX: No! No! Get up! (aircraft engine buzzing and whooshing) Get up! (electrical buzzing) (coughing) (grunting) (panting) (growls) MAN: We've got one assailant leaving on foot, ma'am. They have the data. Repeat: The thieves have the data. Apprehend the target at all costs. Do not damage his brain. Let's go! We got a runner, boys! FEMALE VOICE: Citizen has suffered catastrophic blood loss leading to cardiac arrest. Time of death: 17:45. (indistinct chatter) (dogs barking in distance) (engine rumbling) (panting) Come on. Where are you hiding? What's that? -Oh, looks like a herd of pigs, boss. -(indistinct radio transmission) Fuck you, man! Find him! Take us back to the crash site. -Let's see what they left behind. -Roger that. (pigs squealing) MAX: Gracias. (dog barking in distance) (engine rumbling) Hey, boss. I think you'd better come look at this. This is a record of what we picked up in transfer between Carlyle and the criminal, sir. That's why she wants it so badly. He's got the keys to the kingdom in his fuckin' head. Now we just need to find him. So, I'll let the girls out. (whirring) FEMALE VOICE (over speakers): Searching grids three though 11. -(beeping) -DELACOURT: I'm authorising a full containment order. Issue a no-fly zone for Los Angeles. All of Los Angeles? The murderer is still out there. Until we apprehend him, no one leaves the surface of that city. What the...? (whispers): Max. -(indistinct chatter) -(panting, grunting) (gasping breaths) (panting weakly) Hey, sweetie. Hi. We can go home. Am I better? I'm gonna get the car. Okay? Be right back. (indistinct chatter) Frey. (siren wailing in distance) Max! -(laboured breath) -Oh, my God, what happened to you? -Shit. Let me get the medics. -No. No! I can't go in there. -Max. Max, listen to me. -I can't go in there. No, no. -You need a doctor, okay? -People are looking for me. -They're gonna kill me. I came... for you. -Max. -I need your help. -You've got to go through the system to get treatment. Please help me. I don't want to die. (door creaks) Max... Max... (grunts) (grunts) Stay awake. (wheezing) I want to see the man. Mommy's gonna help him, okay? Try and sleep. -(Max wheezing) -Don't sleep. (Frey panting) (Frey speaking Spanish) Come on! Max, you can do it. Come on. (grunting, panting) (grunts) Stay awake. Let's turn you over. (Max yelling in pain) (gasps) (indistinct chatter outside) FREY: Max. Max, wait. -(panting): Thank you. -Who did this to you? I don't know, I got... I got hurt at work, and I had to... had to take a job from Spider to try to get up there and get healed. It went... it went bad. -I'm-I'm in trouble. -GIRL: Mommy? Hey, sweetie, come here. Who's that man? His name is Max. Mommy knew him when he was your age. This is Matilda. Hi. You can go watch cartoons, okay? I'll be right there. I didn't... I didn't know you had, um... -I'm so sorry. I need to go. -Wait, Max. Wait. -Do not leave. Wait. -I shouldn't have come here. -Max. Max! She's dying. -I have to leave. I... She's in the final stages of leukemia. (whispers): I told you my life was complicated. I need you to help me. I have... no idea how to do this. -(whispers): How to do what? -Get her to Elysium. I can't help her. I would... I would if I could. What about this? Fake citizenship. If you took her there, could you heal her with this? It doesn't work that way. This is coded to me; it's locked to my DNA. These people who are looking for me, they're... you don't understand who these people are. If they find me here, they will kill all of us. The only thing I can do to help you is leave, I promise you. She's all I have. I'm sorry. You have bandages. Uh, yeah, I got bandages. What are you doing? (whispers): I don't want you to be sick. Do you want to hear a story? Wha... (sighs) There once was a meerkat who lived in the jungle. He was hungry, but he was small. So small. And the other big animals had all the food 'cause they could reach the fruits. So he made friends with a hippopotamus... Okay, stop. It doesn't end well for the meerkat. Yes, it does, 'cause he can stand on the hippopotamus' back to get all the fruits that he wants. What's in it for the hippo? The hippo wants a friend. (whispers): I'm sorry. (dog barking in distance) (mechanical whirring) (whirring grows louder) (beep) (panting) (beeping) (whirring) Hey, boss. I think we got him. Land this fucking craft! (groans) (pants) (exhales) (light tinkling from other room) MATILDA: Mommy, is everything okay? It's okay, sweetie. (Frey gasps) Clear! It's okay, sweetie. -Afternoon. -(Matilda crying quietly) Sorry to come bursting into your home. I didn't mean to traumatise your young daughter. Me and the boys are looking for a young gentleman who was in this very house a moment ago. We're hoping you can tell us where he went. (whispers): No. (gasps softly) I don't know where he is. I don't believe... in committing violent acts in front of kids. So I just need you to close your eyes, sweetheart. -(Matilda sobbing) -I really need you to tell me... -where is he?! -MATILDA: Mommy... You remember now?! -Mommy... -Close your eyes. Keep your fuckin' eyes closed. Keep her eyes closed. Please. I don't know where he is. He was wounded, I helped him, and he left. Please... Do you fuckin' hate that? With no loyalty nowadays, eh? (Matilda whimpers) It's okay, sweetie. And what's this here? This a hospital you running here? -What's going on here? -She's sick. She's sick? She's sick? Let me have a look at her. All right. Don't touch her. See that protective instinct there, eh? -I said don't touch her! -I'm just trying to get a little word with your child. -Don't touch her. -Give me a second. Bring her. Come. -Where are you taking her? -Now I've got something you want. -Sweetie, it's okay. -No! No! -Mommy! -It's okay, sweetie. It's okay. Sit down! Shut up! (engine whooshing) (lively chatter, laughing) Stop. SPIDER: Hey, hey, hey, hey! SPIDER: No, no, no, don't shoot him, don't shoot him. Put the guns down! Let him come! You got something, didn't you? -What? -That's why they shut down the sky. Come on, what is it? Wire transfers? Corporate intel? You got to have something big in there. Nothin'. I fuckin' got nothin', man! It all got scrambled! Julio is dead! You owe me! -Let's go fuckin' now! -We can't! The flight system is jammed! Nobody is going up there. -MAX: Till when? -Till I don't fuckin' know. I got to get up there, man. I got to fuckin' get up there. Oh, everyone needs to get up there. My guys are working to see if we have a hope in hell, which I personally think we do not, of ever... getting back online. But... for now, let's just... take a look at that head of yours. -Get away from me, man. -Just... Look at me. If they shut down the whole fuckin' sky for what's in your head, maybe... the key to opening it could be in there, too, right? Come on. (whispers): All right. (click, beep, whirr) They will hunt you... -to the edge of the earth for this. -What is it? It's a reboot program for Elysium. Whoever has this has the power to override their whole system. Open the borders. Make... everyone... a citizen of Elysium. This... can save your life. -We can save everyone. -When can I go? They're trying to hack through the signal jam, but soon... Don't b-bullshit me. When can we go? I don't know. -Five days. A week. -Fuck you. Fi... I don't have five days. -I got hours. -My guys are working on it. -I'm working on it. -You're always working on it, man. You don't... you can't get me up there. I don't even know why you try sending people up there, man. They just get fuckin' shot down. Not with what's in your head! That's what I'm talking about! We would control the system here! We would be in charge! We can change the course of fuckin' history here! Back up, then. What I have in my head is worth a lot to them, right? Don't do this. If that falls into the wrong hands, they could shut us out for good. Listen, man, I'm going up there right now. Now, if you can find me and I'm healed, you can have all of this. But I'm not fuckin' dying. This is wrong, Max. Don't do this. (click, whirr) -(men shouting, guns cocking) -SPIDER: Don't shoot him, don't shoot him. -Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him! -(man grunts, yells) It's okay. It's okay. (Matilda crying quietly) I always wanted a wife. Just couldn't quite settle down, you know? (chuckles): Too much... temptation. But you... (sniffs) (exhales) (sniffs) ...you make me ready to settle down. You really make me want to settle down, baby. 1 -CROWE: Holy shit, sir. -Eh? -You better come take a look at this. -What? What is it? Check this fucking out. (distorted transmission) Turn us around. -Drakey? -Aye, sir? Open the door. (mechanical whirring) Stop right there! And you're gonna do exactly what I say, or I'm gonna blow my fuckin' head off! You understand? Ja. You can have everything in my head! Just take me up there and get me in a med bay! What I have is very valuable! We can fix you up. Put you in a med bay, sort all this kak up. Let's go. We take you up there. Weather's nice. Air's nice and clean. Lekker, you'll dig it. Don't you fuckin' try anything. Step aboard. Come meet the boys. Come, boet. Don't be shy; They won't bite. Let me introduce you. This is Drakey. -This is Max. -Howzit, butch? KRUGER: Close up, Drakey. (indistinct talking) Crowe, let's go. KRUGER: Yes, ma'am. We've apprehended the subject. Open the skies; we're coming home. I'll expect you in 19 minutes. (engine powering up) (engine whooshing) DELACOURT: Cancel the no-fly zone. FEMALE AGENT: Yes, ma'am. Whoa, whoa. What is that? What is that? Are we back? (shouts) What the fuck is that? -Are we back? -We're back online, Spider. Frey? I'm sorry. I'm gonna make this right. (quiet pulsing chime) We've got him. All right, where is he? He's leaving Earth, heading to Elysium. Manuel! Rico! Get weapons! Let's get up there! CROWE: Echo Leader 234 requesting landing in sector 22. -MALE AGENT: Roger that, Echo Leader 234. You are cleared for entry. (Matilda crying) (crying) (singing in Afrikaans) (singing continues) (singing continues) -I see you got the G-19 there... -Hey, back the fuck up. -Back the fuck up! -(indistinct talking) -Or what? What you gonna do with it, eh? -I'll let it go. I want what's in your head, boykie. -(groaning) -Come on, come on, legs! Grab his legs! (beeping) (groaning) KRUGER: Grab the grenade! CROWE: Hold on! DRAKE: Get down! (engine shuts down) (beeping) (gasping) (alarm beeping) What do you want us to do, ma'am? I want everyone coming out of that vehicle apprehended by Homeland Security. Evacuate everyone under level-five clearance out of the building now. (distorted, echoing groaning) (distorted, echoing grunting) Matilda! I warned you of this. An unlicensed vehicle just crashed, potentially threatening the torus, all because of your inability to act. Evacuate him. Get your hands off me. This is an act of war. That puts the CCB under my control. Now, if you'd let me do my job, I'm sure you have a fund-raiser to attend. Let's go, sir. FREY (distorted, echoing): Matilda! (alarm sounding) Are you all right? She's not answering me! (distorted, echoing): Max! (normal voice): Take me out of here, Max! I'm trying! MALE COMPUTER VOICE: Air quality reaching toxic levels. (groans) FREY: Get me out of here! It is recommended you exit the craft immediately. (gasps) -Run! -Come here, you fucker! (grunting) (alarm sounding) (panting) Two illegals heading northeast in zone three. (groans) (grunting) You deal with those two. I'll handle this poes. MALE COMPUTER VOICE: Welcome to this spectacular property! -Sprawling over hills... -(panting) (grunting) (zapping, groans) -FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Error. -No, I... -No! No. -No citizen detected. Please, she's sick. Help us. She's gone into a coma. Please! (zapping, groans) (panting) (helicopter blades whooshing) (indistinct radio transmissions) 1 Shouldn't we remove this thing? Can't till we get all the data. It's wired into him neurologically. The data is intact, yes? Data looks intact. FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Warning. We can still pull the data out of him, which will kill him. Oh, that's fine. How long before you can download and turn the system online? Not long, ma'am. Keep everything in a restricted cloud. Lock down all access. Starting prep right now. And get these two out of here. Roger that. Crowe, you want to go get the boss' chicks? -Ja, boet. -(Kruger's raspy breathing) (beeping) (thumps) (indistinct radio transmission) Give them the runaround! Keep them busy. Got him. Let's go. All right, 50 exabytes, buddy. -You ready? -(muffled grunts) FREY: What are you taking out of him? Hey! What are you doing to him? -What's gonna happen to him? Hey! -(door hisses) Rise and shine. Get up. Max, Max. Max! Max! (muffled whimpering) (Kruger's raspy breathing) (groans) Get in there. (groaning) Ja-sus. Boss got fucked up, eh? -Ate that fucking grenade, eh? -(laughing) His brain is fine, but he's gonna be pissed when he wakes up, eh? Like that kak that happened in India when he lost his legs. -(gasps) -(high-pitched whine) Kruger. Hey, boss. It's Crowe. (chokes) Where is he? (panting) -All right, we're all set. -(muffled grunting) Okay, let's re-sedate him. Got the needle prepped. You want to grab this and... Grab the needle! Grab the needle! Grab the needle! Stick him with it! (grunting) (low, muffled grunting) (groans) (grunts) Where did they take the girls? (choking): The armoury. Where the fuck is that? Level three. (groans, pants) (electronic squealing) FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Lethal radiation poisoning detected. You require urgent medical attention. You idiot. Do you realise what you've done? You crashed an unlicensed vehicle into a suburban area. (panting) DELACOURT: Your orders were to keep this covert. Do you even remember what that means? Have you completely lost your mind? You're useless to me! If the administration realised what we're doing, they'd hang us both for treason. (laughs quietly) For God's sake, Kruger, are you listening to me? (Kruger exhales) Yes. (chuckling): Yes, ma'am... I'm listening. I'm sorry... that we crashed the vehicle and ruined someone's lawn. But nobody is gonna hang us for treason. We do the hanging. (gasps) Put your hand on it. Keep pressure on it. Don't bleed. -Not so chirpy now, eh? -(choking) It's all right, boys. Elysium is about to get its first proper president. (Delacourt grunts) KRUGER: She needs some medical attention. (pained groan) I was gonna heal your daughter, but now I'll make sure that she is never healed! Drakey, don't trust any of these politicians. Clear out this whole building. Thank you, boss. KRUGER: I'm gonna find that little gangster, and I'm gonna take what's in his head. This place is mine now! Do you want to come to my fuckin' house and play? Let's play! KRUGER: I'm going to annihilate that little motherfucker! KRUGER: I'm going to pulverise that little one! Hey! -(whirring) -(woman screams) (loud explosion) What the hell was that? (alarm blaring) FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: All members of CCB please go to the nearest exit and proceed calmly to ground level. (explosion) -Move! Move! Move! -Go! Go! Go! (laboured breathing): No. No more. (gags) (exhales) FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Citizen deceased. (gasping breaths) FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Please exercise caution. Illegals detected in multiple locations. Emergency systems are now online. Please follow indicated procedures. Spider. Do you read me, Spider? -Max, where are you? -The thing in my head, it can make everyone a citizen here, right? (static) -Yeah. -You know how to get it out, right? -Yes. -You're sure? Yeah, I'm sure. Okay, listen to me carefully. (panting) (mechanical rumbling) MALE COMPUTER VOICE: Armoury selected. Set. -Turn me on. -(thump) (whirring) (loud grunt) Okay. -Crowe, get rid of those two. -My pleasure, boss. My pleasure. Where are you, boykie? Where are you? (panting) (door whooshing open) Howzit, girl? (trembling breaths) Let's play. -No. -Come on. -I'll be nice. I'll be gentle. I promise. -No, please. -(grunts) Get off me! -Come on. -Want me to hurt the girl? -No. -Then come here. -Please. -(loud grunt) -(Frey gasps) (grunting) (grunts) (grunting) (yells in pain) (grunting) DRAKE: Aw, fuck! (grunting) You fucker! (weapon continues firing) (grunting) The only way out of here is through me! (weapon continues firing) (weapon clicking) (weapon whirrs, fires) (yells) (panting) (brief beeping) -(door closing) -Is she alive? -For now. -Stay behind me. I'm gonna get you out of here. I have a plan. KRUGER (in distance): You hear that sound?! That's the sound of me coming for you! (panting) I will find you! I will hunt you down! Okay, Frey, we have to split up. -What?! -Listen, you're gonna go to the surface. Okay, take this. -All right, find a house. Get her to a med bay. Okay, don't stop. -It won't work. -Don't stop for anybody. -She doesn't have an I.D. It doesn't work. It will this time. I know how to fix it. -MALE COMPUTER VOICE: Surface selected. -Go. -Come with me. -I'm right behind you. -(softly): No. -I promise. (Kruger shouting in distance) (alarm blaring in distance) Okay, a mother and her daughter just went up in that elevator right there. They're going to the surface. They're headed for a med bay. You send one of your guys with 'em, make sure they get there, and we have our deal. Okay. Right to a med bay, man. -Let's go. -SPIDER: Let's go! d (alarm blaring) -MAX: Go, go, go. Go. -This way. SPIDER: Come on! Come on, this way. MAX: Hurry up, man! FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Emergency lockdown initiated. SPIDER: Almost there! Almost there! -(grunts) -Hey! -KRUGER: Pull it out! It's just a flesh wound, boet. -(wheezes) (explosion) (high-pitched whining) (distorted, echoing gasping breaths) KRUGER: That's what I'm talking about! FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Fire has been detected. On the door! On the door! -Come on, come on, come on! -I got it! Go, go, go! Go! SPIDER: Come on, let's go. (whirring) Fucking door, come on! Go! You first! Come on! FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Emergency lockdown initiated. Come on! (loud bang) -(metallic creaking) -(strained grunting) (mechanical whirring) -(yells in pain) -Max, stand up! Let's go! Stand up! -Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Come on! -(groaning) (mechanical whirring) -(yells in pain) -Come on, stand up! Hey! (lands with loud bang) (Max gasping) You little fucker. I'm gonna take your fuckin' head off. Dude, you should definitely stand up now! (metallic ring) (grunting) (blade clangs) (Spider yells, grunts) (screams in pain) -Stay there. -(continues screaming) -(grunts) -(blade clangs) Fuck! (grunting) Okay. (grunting continues) (grunts) (fierce yell) (both grunt) (yells) You think you can get through me? Come on, Max! Come on! KRUGER: I'm just getting started. (grunting) (strained grunting) (grunting) (panting) (grunts) (grunts in pain) (Kruger panting) -Ja, boet. -(gasping breaths) Don't give up now, boet. Get up, get up. Come on, you've got more than that. I know you. You look a little bit dizzy, eh? (laughs) (grunts, yells) Did I get you? Are you bleeding? You must get that looked at. -Eh, boykie? -(grunts, yells) (distorted, echoing breath) You want to heal that little girl, you just need to come through me. (grunting) (yelling) (mechanical whooshing dying down) -(grunting) -(Max groaning) You've got some fire in you, boykie. (grunting) (coughing) (Kruger chuckling) -(slow beeping) -You almost had me. -(grunting) -We die together, boykie. (grunting) -(rapid beeping) -(yells) (explosion) (Spider gasps) -(loud pop) -(quietly): Okay. Okay. (panting): Come on, Max, let's go. (panting) Let's go, man! Let's do it! Come on! (alarm blaring) Okay. Let's go. (electronic chirp) -(low whirring, pop) -Get the door! Goddamn it! -(distorted panting) Okay. -(deep whirring) -All right. -(quietly): Let's do it. -(groaning) (panting) (panting) (sighs) All right. Okay, we're good. We're good. We're good. -(beeping) -What? (heavy sigh) Max. It's okay. I know. There is no coming back from this. No med bay can heal you. All right, give it to me. All right. Take it. Okay, you just have to press... that button. Frey. Max? Max, where are you? I'm gonna have to break my promise. MAX: I can't make it back up there. -You remember what I said when we were kids? -Yes. -(echoing): I'll take us there one day. -Really? YOUNG MAX: Yeah, I promise. You wouldn't believe what I'm looking at right now. (laughs softly) MAX: Tell Matilda I really liked her story. And... (panting) ...I figured out why the hippo did it. (soft sob) (flame hissing) (electronic beeping, squealing) (panting quietly) (low, electronic squealing) (pants) SPIDER (distorted, muffled): Come on! (muffled, echoing): You first! Come on! (distorted, muffled): Neutralise him! Fuck you! (whooshing dying down) (thumping, clacking) (distorted, muffled): Let go of me! (whirring, thumping) (whirring) FREY (sobbing): Come on, please. (low whirring) (sniffles) Hey, chiquita. Mi amor. (sobbing) (crying, laughing) DROID: Stand down, officers. Arrest him! I cannot arrest a citizen of Elysium. What? (whispers): You did... you did a great job. Guess who Elysium belongs to now. (engine whooshing) (distorted, echoing happy shouts) (boy shouts in Spanish) (deep whooshing) (excited chatter) (laughing)