:25:05
Hello, Mr. Sullivan.
:25:07
You've dialed a special number
that can't be traced or monitored.
:25:10
Now listen carefully.
:25:12
Take the service elevator at the end of the hall,
down to the basement level.
:25:15
- You'll be clear for the next five minutes.
- Wait a minute...
:25:36
Keep moving.
:25:56
Roll up your sleeve please.
We don't have much time.
:26:07
Are you insane?
You're not sticking that into me.
:26:10
He is a medical trainee, Mr. Sullivan.
:26:12
I don't care if he is a fucking brain surgeon!
You're not gonna drug me.
:26:16
We're undrugging you.
:26:18
The shot will block out the DigiCorp narcotics.
:26:20
The chemicals they are putting
in your blood's stream at every convention.
:26:24
Do you normally drink something inside the convention room?
:26:28
Mineral water.
:26:29
The drug is tasteless and odorless.
You wouldn't have known.
:26:31
Did you take the pills I gave you?
:26:34
Have the noises in your head started to go away?
:26:37
- And reoccurring dreams?
- What is this?
:26:41
Why didn't DigiCorp check my
transmission in Omaha?
:26:45
There was no transmission in Omaha.
Or in Buffalo, or anywhere else.
:26:49
- Why are they sending me at these conventions?
- The conventions are charades.
:26:54
You and the other convention guests
all work for DigiCorp. You're all spies.
:26:59
You're given phoney assignments,
phoney identities.