Jack: Is that the best you can do? You think whatever downzone custom welfare that bitch put in your head is going to crack my chip?
Woman 1: Remote override detected. Something is wrong.
Woman 2: Oh, God. They're here.
Jack: I'm a syndicate executive, Kilo. You can't stop people like me.
Woman 1: System shutdown initiated.
Woman 3: Shh, shh, gorgeous. Now, there's no need to worry. Everything's going to be all right.
Jack: Goddamn you, Kilo. I gave you everything. Didn't I? I took you away from those dregs you called parents. I opened the doors in your head. I gave you the heights. I gave you the world. And this is how you repay me? For what? For Lily Drawl? For that downzone ingrate whore?
Look around you, Kilo. You see what she's done? The towers are burning. EuroCorp is burning because of her, because of you. I made you, Kilo. I had you custom wired for a purpose, and I can pull your fucking plug like any other machine.
Woman 2: Kilo?
Jack: When you and that bitch are both dead and buried, we're going to rebuild the enclaves on your stupid downzone bones. Unmarked graves, under poured concrete, Kilo. You've got my promise on that. Such a shame.
Lily: Sorry, Kilo, guess you got used again. I lied about the chip meltdown, sorry. I needed you up here to take Denham down. But I cut your DART lose from the EuroCorp back in the downzone. They can't touch you now. I wonder what you'll do now that you don't have any orders.