Crank: High Voltage

ln a story so bizarre...

...l can scarcely believe the events l'm reporting...

...and yet corroborated by a dozen eyewitnesses...

...a white male apparently fell from the sky...

...above downtown Los Angeles today...

...landed in the middle of a busy intersection...

...destroying one vehicle and hospitalizing its elderly driver...

...and was removed from the scene...

...before emergency personnel could respond.

Without a body, the police have yet to piece together events of a day...

...that can only be described as implausible.

Reports of a body landing in the Boyle Heights area...

...have yet to be confirmed, and are being treated...

...as the bullshit they most likely are.

You big cock English.

Strong like horse.

Fuck that.

That's not so bad.

Nice.

Pick up, Eve.

The number you have reached is not in service.

Fuck.

Shit.

You lost?

Nope.

Shit.

On your knees, Slim.

Okay, Chow Mein.

-Who do you work for? -Fuck you, Chelios.

Fucking grunt.

You found me in quite an unpleasant mood this morning, mate.

Now, l'm gonna ask you this question one time.

Who's gots my fucking strawberry tart?

Capiche?

Just spit the fucking name out.

Johnny Vang!

Johnny fucking Vang? Johnny fucking Vang?

-Good boy. Where? -Cypress Social Club!

Cypress-- Cypress Social Club.

Now, you're sure about that, ain't you?

Good boy. Thanks for coming.

Now, you can keep that.

Fuck.

Hello. Doc Miles.

Yeah, Doc, it's Chev.

Jesus H. Chelios.

You gotta be kidding me.

Listen. l'm deadly fucking serious, Doc.

These Triad motherfuckers cut out my fucking heart...

...and put in one of those artificial jobs.

You got an artificial heart?

You think l'm having a fucking laugh?

No, but you gotta admit, it's a little out there.

-You take your fucking time, Doc. -You don't have any time.

They're not designed to keep you alive more than a couple of days.

-And don't do anything strenuous. -Yeah, sure, Doc. No problem.

So, what's my next fucking move?

We gotta get a real heart put in you, preferably your own.

-l'm on it. -Okay, you're on it.

-Doc, Jesus fucking Christ! -l'm sorry. Sorry.

Let me-- Does that thing have a belt battery pack?

-Check. -How many bars are showing?

-One. -Shit. That's better than none, l guess.

Look, what they did you with is an Avicor Total Artificial Heart.

lt's got an internal battery that'll pick up once the belt battery dies.

lt's like a reserve tank.

Once the internal battery takes over, you got one fucking hour.

The internal battery charges wirelessly...

...through a transcutaneous energy-transfer system.

Two coils-- There's one internal, one external.

--that transmit via a magnetic force across the skin...

...without piercing the surface.

The internal coil receives power and sends it to the controller device.

Does this make any fucking sense to you, Chevy?

lt's fucking Greek, Doc.

Greek.

Look, you gotta keep your body electrically charged...

-...to keep that piece of shit pumping. -Copy that.

-Hey, Chev? -Yeah.

-l'm stoked you're alive, dude. -l'll get back to you, Doc.

Yeah. Call me.

Fuck.

Hey, hey, hey! That's a nice car.

Don't suppose you know where the Cypress Social Club is, do you?

Man, fuck that shit, puto. Let's race, ése.

Don't you tempt me, fucker.

What l need from you is directions.

Shit.

Damn, dog. You good, ése?

Tiger fucking Woods.

Never better.

Greatest day of my fucking life.

You couldn't point me in the direction of the Cypress Social Club, could you?

Well, you ain't too far.

Go down Orange for, like, 2 miles, and then you're there, homes.

You mind giving me a jump?

Just juice me.

Anybody know where's the fucking Social Club?

Donde esta la Social Club?

Buenos nachos, white boy.

This is a fucking social club?

You Johnny Vang?

Go.

-Get lost, bitch. -Fuck you.

-What? -Where's Johnny Vang?

You looking to get your ass killed?

-Wrong expression. -You ain't tapping my ass.

There you go, cupcake.

Fucking no balling for me today, thanks.

There goes my ride!

What is that? Fucking cunt-onese?

l'd rather stick my dick in a blender.

Sticky me.

Hey!

-Johnny Vang? -Yes.

Where?

Hey, dude, why do you run?

Wait for me!

Get out of the fucking car!

-Out! -Get your own station wagon, asshole!

Get the fuck off!

Damn.

Fuck.

You taking it too fast with me.

-Which way? -l want you to take it slow.

Which way?

Hey! Hey.

You didn't ask name.

Shut up a minute, for fuck's sake.

Where is he?

-Johnny Vang? -Yes.

Motherfucker!

Baby.

Motherfucking Chelios!

You like sushi, Chinese man?

How the fuck am l supposed to know what kind of "ese" you is...

...you slanty-eyed fuck?

Check it out.

Sushi.

Hey, Chico.

We can make a deal, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Come on. Come on.

My girl.

Eve.

Eve?

Here, baby.

Eve?

Chev?

Hey, l need you to take your fucking hands off Lemon now, man.

-Who the fuck are you? -Who the fuck am l?

Who the fuck are you? You know this guy, Lemon?

Lemon.

You were dead.

l'm--

l'm so confused right now.

-What's that ticking sound? -Yeah, what is that sound?

You're kind of weird, tick-man. lt's time for you to go.

-Randy? -Randy?

Come here.

Not you. Babe, it's--

Who the fuck is that?

Some whore.

Fuck, no. Fuck.

-Look, she's helping me find my heart. -What?

Go away. Come on, let's go.

Baby.

What?

Oh, you dozy cunt.

Baby--

No.

We need his ass alive.

Chev Chelios, let's save some bullets, dude.

Put that away. We've all had a drink.

Should l duck?

Yeah.

Shall we bypass the formalities?

Of course.

Who do you work for, and what the fuck do they want with me?

El Huron.

English. Who's the fucking El Huton?

lt's The Ferret.

He wants you alive, so he can watch you die.

Oh, yeah?

-Why? -l don't know.

Doesn't everybody?

Shut up.

You lucky bastard.

Eve, let's go.

Get on the floor now!

Turn around.

Oh, it's on now.

-No! Stop! Stop! -Put her down.

Stop it!

No!

Why didn't you call me?

Like fuck l didn't. Didn't you get my message?

No. Where have you been for the last three months?

l thought you were dead.

l fell a mile out of a helicopter, that's all. True story.