Original subtitles

- [Dispatcher] Units to your post assignments.

-Focus, go, go.

-Lieutenant?

-Captain.

- Everything set?

(sirens blaring)

- Yes, yes, everything's set, Captain.

-How many on your team?

- Triangular sir, three. - All right let's do it.

(sirens blaring)

- That's just what I needed today.

What happened?

Do you mind telling me what's going on here?

- Perimeter, Captain, your call.

- All right keep the perimeter, sergeant.

Watch the flank, left flank going up.

- Well, how long is this gonna take to clear?

- Broadhurst, left flank.

(bomb exploding)

- Okay, hold it right there.

I've got enough plutonium here

to blow this tower off-world!

Okay?

Huh?

-It's okay.

Simply a phone.

Phone.

In fact I don't believe in implants at all, not at all.

Need it for the photographs.

The inevitable insurance claim, that's it, that's it.

- Look.

-I don't believe in them at all.

I understand, I understand. - Look.

- Need it for the photographs,

that's it, that's it.

You're safe.

- You're tweaking, Dyson.

Can you even think straight?

- You think I'm tweaking so bad

that I cannot push this button?

- You didn't have to kill My-Ling.

- That asshole?

- She knew you were an extortionist

and she knew you weren't dead.

I guess you did have to kill her.

- Are you kidding me?

She was a good lay, that's about it.

She was irritating as hell

when her legs weren't in the air.

I used her data unit to store my exit plan.

And then I found her breaking into my house

trying to rob my piggy bank.

(weapon beeps)

- Take him out!

(slow futuristic music)

(sighs)

- A trophy for solving the case?

- This evidence.

You know I don't believe in mementos.

Justice is all I want.

(slow futuristic music)

- You do realize that if we chose to,

we could live a life completely free from want or despair?

- I want to balance the scales.

- I know we both have a dark side.

Maybe, one day we can bring that into the light.

- That's the only way I know how to be.

Your efforts as an Outside Security Advisor

are duly noted and appreciated.

- Well, thank you, ma'am.

(slow seductive music)

If you had to, if you had to choose

between me and the job,

what would you say?

- That day will never come.

- Well just so you know,

I would give up absolutely everything to be with you.

Absolutely everything.

(slow seductive music)

- I couldn't go on if you were gone.

(phone beeping)

Don't answer that.

- I've got to.

- Has the civil servant finished tainting you

with her crudeness?

Should I order tacos for dinner tonight?

- Hey, Vinegar Face.

I'll have a protein shake later, thank you.

She can kiss my ass, both cheeks.

(laughs)

Just let her know.

- She didn't mean that.

Did you finish wiring the panic room at the mansion?

Thank you.

(slow dramatic music)

(scoffs)

(horn blaring)

- You know we're being watched.

- Cadman says that Adams is still our there.

She's vulnerable.

We've got cover in here.

We act now, man, we can hurt the bitch bad.

But we gotta do it now.

- Listen.

If you let me adjust your slightly drug addled plan,

I might be able to get us maximum damage.

Now back off me, junkie!

Get back!

(slow dramatic music)

(moves into steady upbeat music)

- Let me breathe!

Why are you smothering me with your love?

- I only want to do this for us.

Why won't you do this, Femmie?

- I wish I didn't love you so much.

You do love me, don't you?

- (laughs) Of course I do.

Now if we miss the train, we won't get back in time.

- Why do we have to take the train?

I hate it.

Can't we just take a cab?

- With what money?

But maybe we can get our hands on some.

- [Femmie] Oh, god.

- Over there.

(steady upbeat music)

They look lost.

- Why do I always have to do it, Tony?

- 'Cause you're the best at what you do, babe,

with your velvet tongue.

I'll meet you at the CAL LINK station.

We'll grab a cab from there.

Go on.

(steady upbeat music)

(digital beeping)

- Hi.

I'm lost too.

Can I look at the map with you?

- Oh, no, we're not lost.

We're just trying to find our bearings.

- We've been trying to find our bearings for 15 minutes

and we always end up back here.

- It's this damn GPS, wacky around here.

- This is my first time in San Francisco

and they told me that I couldn't leave

without seeing Chinatown.

So.

We're right here on the map.

Where do you guys want to go?

- We're tying to get back to our hotel, the Fairmont.

- Why, I'm staying at the Mark Hopkins.

Okay, let's see,

the quickest way to get around town

is on the CAL LINK subway and

the map says that there's a station two blocks up.

So, I can take you there. (laughs)

- That's awfully kind of you.

Come on, Spencer.

(digital beeping)

- How 'bout we just go out through the alley,

I'm mean, I'm tired of walking.

- I don't know.

It looks kind of dangerous to me.

- Don't worry, I've got protection.

Come along now, sugar.

- Okay.

(upbeat music)

- [Orson] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Yeah. - No.

- Oh, (laughs) dude, check it out.

Okay, I bet you a million shares of Google--

- Just get in this chair.

Just get out of my chair.

- I bet you a million shares of Google

they do it doggy style. - Just get in this chair.

Just get in this chair real quick.

- A million shares of Google

that say they do it doggy style.

- Two million shares say they do it standing up.

- (laughs) No way man, pull up your portfolio first.

- There's no time, they're starting to undress each other.

- No way, man, pause the feed, man.

We have enough bandwidth to buffer.

I don't want you stiffing me again.

- Come on, don't be such a chicken shit.

I paid you.

- Yeah, by the time you did pay me, the stock was worthless.

- You know that past behavior

is no indicator of future performance.

- Okay, no bet. - I'm good for it.

- No bet. - All right.

You know what, fine.

You are such a pussy, you know that?

Here, want that portfolio?

(steady upbeat music)

Satisfied?

- Wait.

This isn't even your account, you moron!

See, this is why chicks don't like you.

Size matters.

The size of your portfolio matters.

Here comes Lassiter.

- The server in 3C is acting pokey,

nobody knows how many phishing attacks are running,

and we can't find the chopper

that was circling Treasure Island.

- The chopper is refueling at the Navy Yard.

- Some rube is trying to run a stealth DNS on 3C,

but I just kicked him off.

- And nine million, 683 thousand,

217 attacks are running right now.

- Are you sure?

I didn't see you check any of the monitors.

And I don't know why you boys insist on using that antique.

- Well, I have a heads up running all our attacks real time.

And this is a collector's item, okay?

Don't hate.

Bye.

Bye.

- Bye.

(steady upbeat music)

- All right, forget the buffer,

let's just go live.

- What about the bet?

- Really?

(steady upbeat music)

Oh.

(laughs)

- Adams's archaeologists discovered some ancient porn

in the Indian jungle.

This must be one of those tantric positions.

- No bet.

No bet.

It's a push.

Did he just?

Oh.

- I have to re-qualify on the pistol range.

- Yeah? - Come on.

- How would you rate my marksmanship this morning?

- [Lupe] Mm, four times, dead center, bullseye.

(slow soft music)

- So all the redundant servers are off line?

I'll be right there.

(digital beep)

Randolph, there's a crisis at the office.

How are the systems here?

(slow soft music)

Randolph?

(moves into steady upbeat music)

Yes.

That's impossible!

How can all the accounts be frozen?

Jesus Christ.

Did you check the off-world holdings?

Everything!

(sighs)

All right.

Have them ready my shuttle for immediate launch.

(steady upbeat music)

(digital beeping)

- All right, there he is.

The guy with the brown hair.

- I'm tired of this, Tony.

Why can't we just go south like I keep saying

and work at a resort?

You know I've always wanted to be one of those mascots.

- And that's your problem.

You're always thinking too low.

Haven't things been alright thus far?

Just leave the thinking to me, okay?

Look, look.

Would I do anything to hurt you?

So why are you hurting me now?

Come on.

(steady upbeat music)

- Come on.

- Hey mister, you can use my phone if you want.

- It's an emergency, I appreciate it.

Right.

(sighs)

That's impossible. - What's wrong?

- It says the number is not in service.

That can't be right.

(sighs)

I certainly hate to impose.

Do you happen to have a car?

It's imperative I get downtown to my office.

- I'm sorry, I don't.

I take a subway.

It's the quickest way to get around town.

- The subway?

I completely forgot.

Do you happen to know if there's a stop nearby?

- Yeah, real close.

I can show you.

- Yeah?

- I was on my way there anyway.

- Just one final question.

I hate to ask, but I have no money.

I assure you when we get to my office--

- Sure, come on.

Come on. - Thank you, thank you.

(slow dramatic music)

(digital beeping)

- Lupe Santana.

Cressida, I'll call you back.

Lister, find out what you can

about the bombings at Adams Holdings.

(steady upbeat music)

Never seen that before.

Lister, where's that information on those bombings?

- [Lister] I'll get the unit on the scene.

- [Lupe] What's the story Baker 11?

- No casualties but the server farm is completely destroyed.

Bomb disposal is checking for other devices

but it seems like the rest of the building is clean.

- The video feed for the last 24 hours

shows nothing odd.

Wheeler should parse all the data.

- We'll let the arson boys with the FD take care of this.

(sighs) I'm just worried about Burnett.

I can't get anything on the mansion.

Let me just, let me just call Randolph.

(digital whirring)

No answer.

Okay, get the street cams from outside the mansion.

I'm not getting anywhere.

- They've been off line for almost an hour.

Nothing is coming in live.

(Lupe grumbles)

(steady upbeat music)

I'm sure he's all right.

He's probably busy dealing with the nightmare

of losing all his data.

- It was a coordinated attack.

If he's not in the panic room at the mansion,

God knows where he is.

(steady upbeat music)

- All right, bring it in.

Coach says the new sponsor's coming out

with a team edition sports drink

and they want us to be the first to try it out, so.

Garcia!

Bucek!

(slow steady music)

Oh!

Okay, if this is how the team's looking to milk us

for this new program, you can count me out.

Where's my agent?

- (sighs) Believe it or not,

this is my first experience with public transportation.

- Well, at least it's dry down here.

- Yeah.

Would've thought more people would've taken advantage of it.

As soon as we get back to my office

I will call your boss, I will explain your tardiness.

- That's not necessary, I'm kinda between jobs right now.

- Are you?

Well, my organization is always looking

for generous, thoughtful people.

Maybe I can more than return the favor.

What do you do?

- This and that.

You could kinda say I freelance.

I like to travel.

- Okay, well, you have a very appealing face.

That's actually an understatement.

You're quite beautiful.

Maybe something with the public?

- [Femmie] You conning me, mister?

- I am not. - This is our train, come on.

- Okay.

It's actually quite nice in here.

(subway train rumbling)

(slow digital music)

- It's not my fault, Tony.

He escaped.

(Tony giggles)

- Stop looking at me like that,

it makes me think you don't love me anymore.

- Come on, baby.

Don't worry about it.

You're the best.

We'll catch up to him.

I love you

no matter what.

- Stop smothering me!

Oh, god, why can't I live without you? (weeps)

(slow digital music)

- [Jake] Whoa, trading halted on Adams Holdings stock.

- [Orson] No, no, the listing disappeared.

Look.

- Somebody hacked the exchange.

- You mean they hacked into the mainframe

and deleted it from the secure database?

We had no intel on any threats against Adams.

If the object was extortion

they would have contacted him before all this went down,

wouldn't they?

- [Jake] Crazy shit, man.

This trashes our latest packet on Adams too.

Guess I won't be getting that new Z-Cube 720.

- Hey.

We could bootleg his bedroom video feed as porn?

- And have Disney on our backs?

That's a good idea.

You know they have that download market locked tight, man.

Come on.

Let's just wait and see how this whole thing plays out.

Okay?

The market for business intel on Adams Holdings

is just experiencing a slight downturn.

People could still be betting money either way on him.

- Nothing yet from the bugs.

Whoever hit Burnett Adams hit him hard.

Ever since he was locked out of his life

he has completely fallen off the grid,

even on the big board.

- He'll turn up.

I mean, how long do you think the richest man

in San Francisco can stay missing?

(steady upbeat music) (digital beeping)

- The mansion's in lock down mode.

Adams and Randolph are probably in the panic room.

- But the lock down wouldn't affect my master SFPPD codes

and they didn't work either.

We're gonna have to assume the worst.

Here.

Back away.

I'm blasting it open.

(Lister groans)

(gun blasting)

(steady upbeat music)

Back up battery's kicking in.

There he is entering the garage.

Come on.

(steady upbeat music)

(digital beeping)

Let's search the whole damn place.

Call in Choi and Wheeler, we've got to find Burnett.

(digital beeping)

Lieutenant, can't you call in Ortega?

No, I'm at home now searching for Burnett.

(digital beeping)

No, there are no signs of foul play but...

(digital beeping)

Yes, sir.

Right away.

- I got the page, too.

Uniforms are on their way here to secure the scene.

- (sighs) Damn it, Burnett.

Why haven't you called?

(upbeat music)

- [Cressida] Anything yet on Burnett?

- No, Cressida, not since the attack.

A team's at his offices.

- Mayor's office just got an email

from a group claiming responsibility for the murders.

I'm sending it to you now.

CITD is running it down,

but we don't have any hits on our database yet.

- Looks like it was written by somebody tripping on Q.

Probably a crank.

Wait, there's a watermark.

Pull up those DB photos.

- You mean the tattoos on the necks?

It's the same exact mark.

- Let Choi track down that email.

Have Collier find out when those tattoos were made.

So far it's our only real clue we have to this case.

Have Wheeler meet us at the mansion.

We're done here.

(upbeat music)

- [Reporter] You two are one beautiful couple.

That's all I can say. (laughs) - Thank you, thank you.

- So what's up?

I hear a rumor that you're planing your own league.

- Yes we are. - Yeah.

It's Zayjohn's idea.

We're trying to incorporate a lot of our ideas

that we thought about years ago

to make it into a very successful business for ourselves.

(man groans) (upbeat music)

(electricity arcing) - Mose?

Mose!

(electricity arcing)

(lights clicking)

- [Reporter] I gotta get video of this.

(upbeat music)

(sirens blaring)

- Too late.

He got here before us.

Why do I even ever listen to you?

- Come on.

He took the local.

You know we beat him here.

See?

(sirens blaring) (upbeat music)

- I've never done it like this before.

Tony, I'm scared.

Will you do it this time, please?

- You'll be all right, you'll be alright.

You're almost there.

I love you.

I want you to do it all.

All right?

He's all yours.

(sirens blaring) (tires screeching)

(Femmie gasps)

(sirens blaring)

- Okay, this scanner's not working but you don't,

you don't look good.

You're a cyborg.

- No, I just,

I had my hip and legs replaced after an accident.

I'm 60% organic so I've still got my bio papers.

- Let's get you to a biomech.

- Look, I-- - There's one in my building.

- I just, I need to walk it off is all, really.

- I insist.

- I don't like people I don't know

poking around inside of me.

Okay?

I just wanted to make sure that you got here safely.

Bye.

- Don't be silly.

Look, I promised you a job.

You helped me out.

At least come inside and let me return the favor.

That's all.

- You just helped me now, so we're even.

The universe is all balanced.

Your yin yang is all correct.

(sirens drown out dialog)

Wait, are you hitting on me?

You are, aren't you?

- (laughs) No, I'm not hitting on you.

Look, I'm married, I'm happily married.

I was simply concerned for your wellbeing

after I saw the impact.

I came to your aid.

That's it.

- Well, no one else on the street seemed to care.

- After a century of video game violence

most of society's emotions are dead, okay?

But not me.

Let's just--

- Mister, I am not interested

in getting involved with married men.

- You know,

it sounds a bit suspicious, you being here.

But you're so insistent on refusing my effort to help you.

Fine.

I'll grant your wishes.

I just want you to know

that I appreciate what you've done for me.

That's it.

(sirens blaring) (tires screeching)

(upbeat music)

(digital screeching)

(warping digital music)

- All right, come on, finish him.

Do you want me to leave you again?

You remember what it was like when you're like that?

Now do this for me.

- Stop it, Tony!

Stop it!

You're smothering me again.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

Where's my inhaler?

(warping digital music)

- You're gonna get your medicine.

You just gotta do this one thing for me, okay?

(Femmie wheezing)

(Femmie whimpering)

(sirens blaring)

(upbeat music)

- Vinegar Face, where the hell are you?

- Maybe Randolph's unconscious somewhere

our scanners can't reach?

- [Wheeler] If I could get anywhere on this system,

the security logs would tell us

if she's outside of privacy range.

- Didn't the uniforms do a complete canvass of the property?

- All they found was some blood and fiber on the fence,

but it was compromised by the blast

when you shot open the gate.

The crime lab is working on reconstructing the samples

and should have the results within 24 hours.

- Randolph and Burnett, both gone.

Five minutes earlier and I might have gone missing

along with them.

- [Wheeler] The system meltdown at Adams's server farm

had a cascade effect.

Caused all the systems here to fry as well.

Best I can do is scrub the drives back at HQ.

- Work here.

Fewer distractions.

(upbeat music)

Have Collier check on the tattoos

from the two DBs from Candlestick Park.

- ME at the Big Hoop found the same marks

on the bodies of the War-Dons players.

Turns out they were made by branding iron,

not a tattoo needle.

And, the killer sent another email taking responsibility.

- As if I don't have enough balls to juggle today.

Why not add a psycho serial killer

with a grudge against married jocks.

Jeez.

(upbeat music)

Are you sure it was a man?

Because from this video feed it's hard to tell.

- It could've been a man, could've been a woman.

With all that stuff on, hard to tell.

Hit me with that oxygen tank, though.

Hard enough to knock me out.

- Tank's in the Bay by now.

Crime lab is processing the footprints

from the hardwood floor but there were thousands,

and matching with everyone at the game that night

could take overnight, at least.

- Use night vision goggles.

It's really too bad this feed's not infrared.

You know, it's a long shot,

but have Choi take this to CITD

and see if they can enhance it for us.

- Can I go now?

- Wait, Tony, come back.

Please, don't do this to me, Tony.

God.

Come on, mister, wake up.

Please. (Burnett grunts)

Come on.

You've got to get me to a drug store.

-Oh, my head.

What's going on?

- You don't remember?

(Burnett groans)

- It's just kind of fuzzy.

My head is splitting.

(Burnett groans)

- Well, you gotta get me to a drug store, please.

Come on, help me up.

Help me up, there's a drug store around the corner.

We can get me some medicine there, come on.

You've gotta let me lean on you.

(Femmie grunting and panting) (sirens blaring)

- Woo.

Whoever fried Adams's server went medieval on his ass.

- (groans) The cascade effect is like a tsunami.

Still going, too.

- What?

- Oh my F, god.

- Dude!

The cascade is probing our ports,

looking to come this way.

Stop it. - Don't you see me trying?

Shit!

- Okay, step off for a sec. - Don't, Jake.

- Step off!

Step off!

- Come on!

(upbeat music)

(digital beeping)

I think

you just...

- What just happened?

- I was running a sim on our servers,

testing the integrity of our firewall.

It held.

- I didn't see anything about that on the schedule.

- Well,

after the problem we had this morning with the pokey server

we thought it would be a good idea.

We can undo all the protections we just implemented.

- No, no.

Just keep me in the loop.

(upbeat music)

(sirens blaring) (Burnett grunts)

- Wait, I'm tired.

- I got you, I got you.

- That's good.

Oh, you look like shit.

- Well, I feel like it, too.

All right, I'm gonna go get your meds.

What do you take?

- What are you talking about?

- Your medicine.

I'll go get it.

- I need a Dritzopan inhaler

and you should probably get some bandages for that face.

Here,

just... (gasping)

I better handle this.

Here, just--

- No, no, relax.

I can get it.

I'll go to the drug store, it's fine.

- The money is gone.

I have a hole in my pocket.

It must have fallen there back in the alley,

or while we were walking over here,

or,

who knows.

Just get me to the drug store.

I'll handle this.

I'll figure it out.

(sirens blaring) (sighs)

(upbeat music)

Couldn't make it, huh?

Hey, how'd you do that, mister?

- I actually have no idea.

My hands just sort of had a mind of their own.

Okay, this one's empty.

Here, get me a lipstick, too.

-Okay.

- And a package of Sour Nipples.

- Okay. - Wait.

- Okay.

(upbeat music)

All right.

(Femmie panting)

- My friend and I require some stuff and then we'll be out.

Where's your inhalers? (panting)

- All right, here we go.

(upbeat music)

- Here, take that. - What are you?

- Take it!

- This ain't no hospital.

You two better pay for that and leave.

And don't come back.

- Who do you think you are, you can boss us around?

- Don't trouble yourself with this.

I can handle this.

I'm sorry, sir, but we're not quite yet finished here.

The lady requires a lipstick.

Would you be so kind as to fetch it for us?

What shade do you prefer?

- Mauvery Madness.

- Mauvery Madness is the shade she prefers.

Thank you. (coughs)

- (laughs) You two must be tripping.

You're coming with me.

- Take your hand off of her.

- Oh, you don't want any trouble.

- You're right, I don't want any trouble

but if you don't take your hand off the lady

you'll have more trouble than you can handle.

- Hey, your toy cop just roughed us up.

Look at him.

He's bleeding.

Lucky we have these bandages.

(laughs) That was fun.

- Yeah, well that guy shouldn't have touched you.

- Oh, whatever, that guy was a creep.

They were just looking for a reason to fire his ass.

- He should be fired.

He didn't hurt you, did he?

- You're different, aren't you?

- What do you mean I'm different?

- Do you remember anything

that happened to us in that alley?

- I don't.

It's still fuzzy to me.

It just is.

- Do you remember where we live?

- I'd love to tell you otherwise but I don't.

The memories aren't just coming back to me quickly enough.

I'd love to know about my life.

I recognize you, I do.

I know you're my wife, I know that.

It's-- - Wait.

- What? - Stop.

Just don't pretend with me, okay?

That's all I ask.

- I don't understand.

- Just don't pretend.

(sirens blaring) (slow bluesy music)

- Wheeler?

What are you doing here?

- Got the call to come on back.

Thought you knew about it?

- No.

Who called you?

- Jamieson.

- What?

- Pulled the uniform from your home, too.

You didn't hear about this from me.

Okay?

(music drowns out dialog)

Come on. - God. (sighs)

- You got that profile on the branding iron killer yet

from Dr. Soren?

- Burnett's been missing for 12 hours!

- You know the protocol.

Missing persons will take the case

when it ripens in 40 hours.

I can't have you diverting resources,

especially when some serial killer's out there

targeting high profile married athletes.

- The force can spare a couple of uniforms and a cyber cop.

After everything Burnett's done for this department.

- How would it look if this department appeared

to be granting your husband special status?

- The department always grants the rich

and powerful special status.

Don't hold it against Burnett because he's married to me!

- Missing persons will take the case

when the time limit is up.

Meanwhile, talk to Soren.

I don't want the public to think some crazy

can declare open season on superstar athletes.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

(steady upbeat music)

- Someone must be holding a gun to his head.

He would have called me or left me a message or something.

(speaks foreign language)

What's she trying to say?

That I like to suffer?

That I'm a masochist?

I will never give up looking for Adams.

(steady upbeat music)

No.

Let's go.

(steady upbeat music)

(Burnett sighs)

(moves into slow seductive music)

- It's okay, you're probably tired.

I understand.

- No.

You don't understand.

No one understands me.

Why did this have to happen to me?

(slow seductive music)

-I can help you if you tell me what's wrong.

- [Femmie] Nothing.

I'm a bad person.

That's all, I'm a very bad person.

-Okay, you're not a bad person.

I married you, you can't be a bad person.

I wouldn't do that, I'm a smart guy.

(slow seductive music)

(twinkling music)

(TV characters chattering)

(digital chiming music)

(weeps)

- You rotten little kid.

I never liked you--

(weeping)

(digital music)

(Lupe shrieks)

(panting)

(soft dramatic music)

(weeping)

(intense dramatic music)

-You're scaring me.

- I'm trying to get the bad parts out.

It's the only way.

You'll see.

- Bad parts?

What bad parts?

You don't have any bad parts.

Please stop it.

You're scaring me.

All right?

(intense dramatic music)

- We have to go.

- Okay, I don't, I don't understand.

Are you in some sort of trouble?

- We can take a bus.

We can go south.

You like warm weather, don't you?

- I do.

I don't understand-- - Hurry.

We have to go now.

- We have to go where?

- Fine.

I'm leaving without you.

- Femmie!

(intense dramatic music)

(elevator chimes)

(sighs) You're not leaving without me.

- Cantrell!

- Yeah, Chief, we need you to clear us for another shift.

- Look, Chief, we've been working all day

trying to fix a wormhole

that these morons let into the system

and now they're hassling us.

With all the off-the-books shit we've done for NASCO

we should be golden with you, right?

Take care of them.

- Yeah, yeah.

That's right, that's right.

How much longer?

- (laughs) What you got a date with Lassiter or something?

- Shut up and hack, man.

- Now look, hopefully,

if our little Adams intel freelancing firewall ever cracks,

those two assholes will catch the heat instead of us.

- Yeah, and once I track down the source

of the attack on Adams, we can get medieval on his ass, too.

- Ah, I'll tell you what,

I'll get the tickets, I'll meet you at the gate.

(intense dramatic music)

(escalator rattling)

- Miss me, baby?

And where are we going?

- I thought you said you weren't coming back?

- (laughs) Come on, stop playing.

You know we have unfinished business.

Then everything can go back to the way it was.

Just me and you.

- It's different this time, Tony.

We

can use him.

He can do lots of stuff.

He can help us.

- No, you like it like this.

Just me and you.

Together forever.

Don't you love me?

Now hurry up.

We got a lot of other stuff to do

and we're wasting time.

- No, this is even better.

He can steal stuff off people

without them even knowing that it's gone.

And he's tough.

He can make people to do stuff

just by looking at 'em.

- Baby, he can't love you like I can.

We only need just us.

Now, you remember how it was before I came back?

You remember how miserable, how lonely?

You don't want that again, do you?

I love you.

And I know what's right for us.

And what's right for us right now

is that you finish him off.

(sirens blaring) (warping digital music)

I'ma see you outside.

(warping digital music)

- Meet you outside.

- That's right.

You're the best.

We'll always be together.

(warping digital music)

(escalator rattling)

- Come on, we've gotta go.

-The tickets haven't printed out yet.

Fem...

(digital whirring)

(streetcar bell dinging)

(train whistle blowing)

Hurry.

(slow intense music)

- (laughs) Never thought we could see each other again.

Not in this life.

- I didn't have any other place to go.

- Back for good?

Is this your man?

- No, I just need a place to hide for a little while.

I mean, we.

-Why didn't you tell me that you were in trouble?

- I'm not in trouble.

This is just the best place to be right now.

I mean, I need to work some stuff out.

- Listen, I can help you, if you'd like me to.

But you gotta tell me what's going on.

- [Lena] Bitch!

I told you what I'd do if you ever came back.

(women grunting)

Bitch, I told you what would happen

if you ever came back in town.

(Femmie coughing and gasping)

- Bring it, skank.

- Let me finish what I started

and bust open the other side of your head.

(women grunting and panting)

- Femmie!

Femmie, stop it.

You'll kill her!

(Lena screaming and groaning)

(slow intense music)

- Sorry your stay here was so short.

You really should have killed her.

- What the hell was that all about?

- Nothing, nothing important.

Come on, quick, before they reattach her arm

and replace her cracked ribs.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Not before you tell me what the hell is going on.

Why would you bring us down here?

- I thought it would be safe here.

- Safe from what?

- Somebody wants to kill you.

- So much for your brilliant plan.

We lost him. - Idiot.

That's more than we hoped.

She's going through a living hell right now.

We'll find him the guy

and drive the final nail in the coffin.

(slow dramatic music)

- You know I'm only at step two.

I got 10 more to go.

(Dyson shrieking and groaning) (slow dramatic music)

(machine clicking)

(aluminum can clinks)

(slow dramatic music)

- Hey, the brander killer just sent

another email to the mayor.

- Any new dead bodies turn up?

- No.

This message is asking for a ton of money

or else Rita and Elliot,

the Tour de France winners, will die.

Deadline's in 30 minutes.

- Where are Rita and Elliot now?

- At the Velodrome.

They're competing in a race today, of course.

But units are on the scene

and uniforms have them in protective custody.

- Grab Dr. Soren and have him meet us there.

Out.

(slow dramatic music)

- If my daughter and son-in-law don't race today,

there will be consequences.

- Our orders are to keep this circle around them.

That's all I know.

- I'm calling the commissioner.

- This sudden change in tone of the messages is perplexing.

At first the killer was seeking only ego gratification.

- But this demented freak

sees married people as meat, right?

I mean, that's why he's branding and freezing 'em?

- What's troubling me is the added element of extortion.

It feeds a need for control

that does not fit with a diminution of ego.

- Maybe we're dealing with a schizo or a split personality?

- That is a possibility given this new twist.

I wish I had more time to form a profile.

- This may be our only chance to catch this freak.

I'm not letting it slip through my fingers.

- I don't care if he's in a meeting!

Get him, now.

- What the hell is she doing here?

- She is their manager.

- Well, see her out.

- Wait.

What are you doing?

I have a right to be here!

- Okay call your lawyer, honey, but do it outside.

- No, no.

Get off me.

- Will you two please stand up?

You won't be racing today.

Let me just break this down for you.

One, you ride today and you die.

Two, you let us catch a killer,

and you live to ride tomorrow.

So kindly get the officers another set of your racing suits.

(slow dramatic music)

You and you.

Try these on for size.

(crowd chattering)

Okay.

Lister, tell them it's a go.

- It's a go.

(crowd cheering)

(bikes whirring)

(thunderous booming)

(crowd screaming)

- [Lister] Police!

Police!

Let us through!

- [Lupe] Seal the exits and I mean tight.

- [Lister] Seal the exits, now.

- [Dr. Soren] This is most unexpected

and even more perplexing.

Not at all like the other crimes.

I doubt if the killer is here at all.

- I'm not taking that chance.

No one gets out.

- The element of surprise is in keeping

with the other murders, though.

- [Lupe] Lister, check the locker room.

The blasts might have caused some collateral damage

after we lost the monitors.

(steady dramatic music)

- Hey, doesn't Adams own that place?

- (sighs) What place?

- The Velodrome, wanker.

- Oh.

Yeah, yeah.

I think he went in partners with that with Raj Pachinko.

- Really?

Adams doesn't do that many joint ventures, does he?

- Not really.

What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking we may have a new revenue stream

to tide us over while this whole Adams thing plays out.

- Yeah.

Raj owns quite a bit of land around the Velodrome.

- Hey, what do you say we take a break

from finding the worm's origin

and dip into the database,

find out some intel on our new best friend, Raj?

- Way ahead of you buddy.

I just posted an ad on the Goog

and we already have 60 hits from folks interested

on some inside information on the Rajster.

My friend, we are back in business.

Boom, boom, boom.

- Hell yeah.

Z-Cube 720 here I come.

- You talking to me now?

I don't blame you.

You have a right to be mad.

It's just that I was so confused before,

I really didn't know what to do.

I mean, Tony never pushed me as hard as he did that day,

and then that van hit me,

and then I had a panic attack,

and then you got hurt.

But,

at least it's got me thinking clearly again,

for the first time in a long time.

And it feels good.

We can stay down here until I come up with some sort of plan

to take care of Tony and get you safe.

I mean, if only you could remember who you were.

You don't remember your wife?

Or what you did?

Or who your friends were?

(clears throat)

What was that?

- You're injured.

- [Femmie] Where?

- Must have happened during the fight.

- Oh, that's nothing, I can take care of that.

This is my world down here.

(skin sizzling) (Femmie gasping)

- Femmie!

(Femmie panting)

- Oh, god.

Oh, I must have misjudged the spot.

(groaning) I got too close to my meat parts

and fried part of me.

Oh, I can smell it.

- You know what, you need to get some rest.

Maybe I can go back to the camp

and get something for the burn.

All right? - No, no.

You're liable to get lost down here.

I'll be fine.

At least I got you talking to me again.

(sighs)

(intense dramatic music)

- Damn it to hell!

- Somebody's in his civvies.

It's Crandall.

Perp stole his uniform.

- He can't have gotten far.

Lister! - He could be anywhere.

- You let them kill my little girl and her husband!

- You don't want to be here now.

(intense dramatic music)

Run those feeds from the locker room area

after the first blast.

Hey!

My suspect is on those feeds

and I need them right now.

- I can operate the console.

All right, just let me bring them up.

(intense dramatic music)

- You're mine now, sucker.

- Suspect's in stolen unit number Alpha Bravo 7-9-8-2.

Track and report whereabouts, move to intercept.

(intense dramatic music) (sirens blaring)

- Punch up the tracking info.

Got the fix.

Engaging pursuit mode.

(intense dramatic music) (sirens blaring)

He's heading for the Bay Bridge.

Alert the chippies to contract the air space.

- [Lister] CHP, contract the air space.

- Block off the Bay Bridge.

- Block off the Bay Bridge.

(sirens blaring)

- (laughs) We got him now.

(sirens blaring)

(intense dramatic music)

(vehicle explodes)

Brace yourself, we're going down.

(engine sputtering)

(helicopter whirring)

- You've been under considerable stress the past 24 hours.

- Nothing I can't handle, sir.

- Any word from Adams yet?

- No, sir.

- I see.

Did you have an altercation at the Velodrome today

with a civilian?

- An altercation?

- Don't be coy with me, Sergeant.

- I may have brushed past some people,

but I was in hot pursuit of the Branding Iron Killer.

- I'm not talking about just some people.

I'm talking about a victim's mother,

who's also married to the commissioner's brother.

(slow dramatic music)

You look like you could use some sun.

- With all due respect, sir,

what would you do if your wife was missing?

Wouldn't you move heaven and earth to find her?

There are only two things that matter to me in this world:

my husband and my badge.

Please don't make me lose both.

(slow dramatic music)

- All right, given your service,

this is what I can do for you, Sergeant.

You report to the sixth floor for a psych evaluation.

Until I get the results, you ride a desk.

(slow dramatic music)

Dismissed.

- (sighs) We gotta rest.

My head is killing me.

- We should put more distance between us and Lena.

I know she's gonna be looking for me.

- What does she have against you anyway?

- She thinks I stole her boyfriend.

- Tony?

- No, not Tony.

Anyway, it's not true.

We were cage fighters on the after hours circuit,

real bottom of the barrel stuff,

and the cops came and they broke up one of our fights.

And, (sighs) so, me and Lena and her boyfriend,

an under-dweller, all got away.

And then he takes us through the tunnels

and we're hiding out in the camp,

and then he starts hitting on me.

And so, Lena gets like so mad

and socks me in the head when I'm not looking.

Cracks my skull.

So the Under-dwellers take me topside to a clinic

where they put a metal plate in my head.

The end.

- So where did you meet this Tony?

- Well, uh,

I don't remember.

I think it was at the clinic.

Yeah, it was at the clinic, when I got my surgery.

And I think he was a patient.

Or maybe he was an orderly.

I don't know, anyway, we've been together forever.

He loves me.

I miss him.

- Why the hell would he want to kill me?

- I don't know.

Maybe you did something to him before you lost your memory.

Maybe we should ask him.

- Maybe I will.

- Okay.

Do you hear something?

- No.

Femmie!

Femmie!

Fe--

(intense dramatic music)

What the hell are you doing?

- Shut up, topsider, you don't have a say in this.

- Let me out of here so I can tear off your other arm

and ram it down your throat, skank.

(Femmie grunts)

(Femmie groans)

- You're not even giving her the chance to defend herself.

- I said shut up, topsider.

Or do you want some of this too?

- You lay one hand on him--

- You whore!

How many boyfriends do you have?

Maybe I should just turn him into a little woman.

- Lena!

You have no beef with this man, leave him be.

- Can't you do anything to stop this?

They're treating her like an animal.

- Are you her man?

- What does that have to do with anything?

- You'd have the right to her body

if she don't survive the test.

You two are running together, so he gets to claim you.

- This test,

this test, what is it, some sort of a fight?

- Lena's claiming the right to a test

to avenge the ripping off of her arm.

- Well, shouldn't she have an opportunity

to avenge the crushing of her skull?

- She did.

But she didn't call it, so she lost it.

- Well, I've got a beef with Lena then.

She pushed me.

I want a test.

- Love to, topsider.

- Are you crazy?

- No, I'm not.

I don't have a death wish.

- You're in no shape to fight anyone.

- Let the test begin.

(slow dramatic music)

- Get any DNA results back yet?

- No.

But the crime lab found pieces of an incendiary device

in the wreckage of the stolen cruiser.

- What?

- And CITD says it was picking up an unknown carrier wave

from an extra departmental frequency.

Someone was sending signals to the stolen cruiser,

they just haven't figured out what yet.

- So do you think somebody rigged it to blow up?

- I don't know.

But the incendiary device comes

from one of Burnett's companies.

- Burnett.

God, if only he were here he'd know what to do.

What am I doing?

I'm talking like I'll never see him again.

- It's frustrating having no leads.

- We have plenty of leads.

Did the lab ever finish processing the blood and fiber

from the gate at the mansion?

- The samples were too degraded.

- God, another dead end.

How could I be so stupid?

- You did what anybody would do in that situation.

- I never compromise a crime scene.

How can I ever trust my instincts again?

(screams)

(slow dramatic music)

- Look. - What?

- Look.

(slow dramatic music) (digital beeping)

- Yeah, I've seen her already.

She's with Section Nine.

So what?

- So, Section Nine.

Internal security.

Do you think they're on to us?

- They would have locked us out if they suspected something.

- Maybe, maybe one of those alarms

set off an investigation or something.

- So what?

They investigate.

What do you think they're gonna find?

Sasha and Min f'ed up and we fixed it.

Chill out.

- I mean,

(stammers) we're toast, we're screwed.

One of the bugs from Adams's mansion is giving off feedback.

It's probably a delayed effect from yesterday's attack.

- So, check the other ones.

Anything there? - No.

But we've got to replace it.

Santana is still at police headquarters.

Come on! - Okay, chill out bro.

You really gotta calm down.

- Look, I'm getting a bad feeling about this.

What if Radford tails us?

- Dude, you gotta calm down, okay?

Chicks like confidence.

This is why you don't get any chicks.

You gotta be more confident. - I mean it.

We have to go.

(slow dramatic music)

(sighs)

- You know what, let's do it right here.

You and me.

- Are you crazy?

- No, I'm not crazy.

I just, I look at you and I can't stand it.

Let's do it right here.

What's the matter?

Don't you like what you see?

- You wanna to do it right here?

- Yeah.

But look at you, you're so sexy.

Women like you, you're not shy are you?

(Lena grunts)

Hey!

- Bind him. - What is this?

- You won the test and freed Femmie.

Now you must answer for the life you just took.

(slow digital music)

- [Choi] No recoverable DNA from the stolen cruiser.

Case closed.

- The brander case is still open.

We've got the preliminary autopsy results

on those dead soccer players.

Their COD?

Rapid hypothermia.

- They froze to death.

Figures.

- And those branding marks on their necks

turn out to surround puncture wounds.

When we cracked open the skulls

we found their pituitary glands had been sucked out.

- The marks were caused by some sort of organ

vacuum cleaner?

Before or after they were frozen?

- My guess is before.

I mean, easier to remove that way.

- Has Collier checked Rita and Elliot yet?

- No, but I'm sure that he'll find

they unwittingly donated organs as well.

These missing organs are a new angle,

just like in the Thornton case.

- We never did apprehend any accomplices, did we?

(slow dramatic music)

- Hoffman skipped town before we could nab him.

- Let's check up on Thornton,

see if he's had any interesting contacts

in the past six months.

- Thornton and Dyson are in the same cell block.

Pull up Dyson.

- They share Cadman as lawyer.

- That get us nowhere.

He's only the top criminal defense attorney in the city.

I'm looking for a conspiracy based on what?

- No, no, no, no, no, think about it.

You've got a case of murder and organ harvesting.

That's Thornton's MO.

Then you've got the cyber attack and the bombing on Adams.

That's Dyson's MO.

Both cases you worked on.

Coincidence?

(slow dramatic music)

- So they have an ax to grind with me and Burnett

for putting them behind bars.

That still doesn't explain the disappearance of Randolph.

- If I were you, kid,

I'd ask forensics to take a look at what's left

of that stolen cruiser.

(slow dramatic music)

- Do you even know this man?

What he's capable of?

Lena was a savage, contributed nothing to you.

She was mean and cruel.

This man is gentle, and brave, and honorable.

(sighs) He may not remember where he came from

but he can contribute so much more to you

with his kindness and decency alive than dead.

- Just words.

They mean nothing.

- (sighs) If I wanted to,

I could climb over this gate and just take him,

and there's nothing anybody could do to stop me,

now that Lena's gone.

And those aren't words.

But I'm not going to,

because I need you to understand

that there is nothing to fear from this man,

or any topsider.

- And why are you defending him?

I thought he wasn't your man?

- Because I love him.

(slow dramatic music)

- And would you do anything for him?

- Yes.

- Then take it.

(grunts)

- You all right?

(digital beeping) (slow playful music)

- She is back in range.

Let me know when you re-establish contact.

(slow playful music)

Did you miss me, sugar?

- Your love to me is like honey to a bear.

How could I refuse anyone but you, Dean?

- You know you mean the world to me.

You are such a good driver.

Drive me across town again.

I have to make another pickup in the van.

I don't know how anyone could love a woman

as much as I do you.

(slow playful music)

(moves into slow soft music)

- Soren, you've got to help me.

- This is the best I could do.

- (sighs) So Thornton still holds a grudge

against me and Burnett?

- Until he vanquishes you,

his world view is seriously in question.

He could easily recruit Dyson into the plot,

given Dyson's need for structure and domination.

And using Dyson's training he could engineer the collapse

of Burnett's empire.

And for Thornton, using someone close to you

as a tool for your destruction

would be a challenge worthy of his intellect.

What puzzles me is why he still hasn't made use of Burnett.

If Thornton had him,

he surely would make his intentions known.

- To get to me?

- That would be the cornerstone of his plan,

knowing how close you two are.

Undoubtedly, he would exploit

the feelings you have for each other

to inflict maximum pain.

- So you're saying that Thornton doesn't have Burnett?

- If everything I've surmised so far is correct, then yes.

Burnett may have evaded capture,

but then again he may be unable

to make his presence known to you.

- So my best bet at breaking this thing

is going after Dyson?

- Unfortunately, there is the matter

of your psych evaluation.

I'm afraid the captain would not allow you

back in the field at this point.

- (sighs) Soren, this is the only real clue I have.

Isn't there something that you can do?

- I'm sorry, but the captain's directive is rather explicit.

Perhaps Detective Lister can conduct the interrogation.

- Soren, I'm so close I can taste it.

This is my husband we're talking about.

Burnett.

Please?

- Well I do have to update my database

of latent criminal tendencies.

So perhaps we could request a further evaluation

for Dyson in my office.

- Let me make the call for you.

- You need to get some fresh bandages,

and some zaspirin.

I've got a splitting headache all of a sudden.

- I've really missed you.

You need to hurry up and finish this thing.

(Femmie screaming)

-What's wrong?

- I know you can do it.

I love you.

You're the best.

- Get away, Tony!

Just get away from me! (weeping)

-Why are you yelling?

Where's Tony?

- He's right there!

Are you blind?

God!

- It's all right.

I'm here.

I just need you--

- To finish this thing.

You can do it.

I love you.

The best.

- Femmie, it's just me, there's no one here.

(Femmie screaming)

Femmie, stop it!

Femmie.

Relax.

I'm trying to help you.

(Femmie shrieking)

Calm down.

Okay?

We've got to get you to a clinic, all right?

Where's that clinic the under-dwellers took you to?

- [Femmie] It hurts!

Why does it hurt so much?

- Okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

(Femmie crying)

(slow dramatic music)

- Whoa, hey, you're going the wrong way.

We have a tail.

(slow dramatic music)

- Oh shit, shit.

- All right, calm down man.

Flip off that porn channel.

Turn on the rear view camera and zoom in.

- All right, what do we do now?

- We're just gonna have to drive to Mt. Diablo

and do the deed. - Stop joking.

You don't have a gun.

- (laughs) Yeah, but your boyfriend a couple cars back does.

- Oh, so what?

Your plan is what, to have him shoot himself in the head

with his own gun?

- No, man.

You're gonna drop your drawers, show your little gun,

and he'll probably laugh himself to death.

- Come on, stop playing around.

We don't have a lot of time

to swap the bugs at Adams's mansion!

- You're right.

We'll just have to show him there.

- Stop playing around!

- All right.

All right, look, Adams has that antique gun collection,

right?

When we get there, grab one of the guns,

go take care of him, I'll do the bugs.

- Me?

Why do I have to do it?

You're the black-ops super spook wannabe.

- Oh my god dude, are you pussin' out?

Are you serious?

Oh my, okay, fine.

I'll do it, you take care of the bugs.

But this means you pay for pizza.

- Hey, I paid for pizza last night.

I am not paying for pizza two nights in a row!

- Oh my god dude, you're such a pussy, you know that?

- Why should I have to pay for pizza two nights in a row?

I mean, you think that's fair?

I don't think that's fair.

- It's because you're a pussy, that's why.

Is it not fair that I always have to drive?

- [Orson] One night, you pay for it the next night.

(soft dramatic music)

- Your friend just had a stroke

caused by a faulty cranial implant.

We removed it.

- Is she gonna be all right?

- It's too soon to tell.

- Can I see her?

- Just for a few minutes.

(soft dramatic music)

- Excuse, excuse me, excuse me.

She's also got a burn on her back.

- We picked it up on the scans.

Does your friend have insurance?

- I don't know.

- What's her name?

I'll look her up in the system.

- Her name is Femmie.

- Is that a first name or a last name?

- I don't know.

- Nothing.

Well, we can only treat her for up to eight hours.

After that, we're gonna have to let her go.

(soft dramatic music)

- We will not be able to speak to Armand Dyson today.

His attorney blocked us with a court order.

- Damn it.

I know I can break Dyson.

There must be some other way to get to him.

- Your tenacity is admirable, Lupe,

but I see no alternative.

I'm sorry.

- Thanks anyway, Soren.

(soft dramatic music)

- I expected the prototype to last much longer than this.

This delay has been a nuisance.

We need Adams.

Upload the coordinates from the last unit

and send an android to track him down.

(intense dramatic music)

- Excuse me, doctor, would it be possible

to get some zaspirin?

Excuse...

(Burnett groans)

(Burnet grunting)

(coughs)

Femmie.

Femmie.

(Femmie babbling)

Femmie.

Femmie.

Help!

Can somebody please help us here, please?

Femmie.

Help!

Somebody please!

Help us!

(sirens blaring)

(machine humming)

- You know who you look like?

That rich guy that went missing.

DNA confirms it.

What happened to you, Mr. Adams?

Non-responsive.

Better do a brain scan.

(soft dramatic music)

- Hey!

Hey!

Guess what?

(gun fires)

You're dead.

(electricity arcing)

(soft dramatic music)

(engine starts)

(car explodes)

(moves into slow intense music)

- Get Wheeler to scan that android's processor,

see if he can trace it back to its source.

- What about the captain's order?

- I'm the victim's wife.

I have a right to be there, don't I?

- But you're still on duty.

- Okay, you drive then.

You're escorting the victim's wife to the scene.

(slow intense music)

They say he has some kind of head wound,

but that he's not seriously injured.

- You must be relieved.

(slow soft music)

- Burnett?

What's wrong?

- Look, my name's not Burnett, okay?

I don't know who you're looking for.

Would you please excuse me?

Thank you.

(slow soft music)

- I'm Sergeant Lupe Santana

of the San Francisco Public Protection Department.

I'm very sorry about your friend.

Can you tell me about her?

What was her name?

- Femmie.

Just Femmie.

- And how did you meet Femmie?

- I woke up in an alley and she was just there.

- Do you know where this alley was or how you got there?

- Look, it was downtown somewhere.

All right?

There was a lot of fire trucks.

I don't really remember.

Do we have to do this now?

- Well, we wanna catch whoever sent that android after you

and whoever is responsible for the death of your friend.

- Her name is Femmie. - Femmie.

- She said

someone was trying to kill me but she didn't know who.

- Well how did she know someone was trying to kill you?

- I don't remember, all right?

- The doctors can help you remember, if you just let them.

- Look around the room, all right?

Look at my neck.

It's obvious that somebody wants me dead.

- Can I show you something?

- Sure.

(moves into soft romantic music)

- You made me feel happier than I've never felt before.

Why won't you come back to me?

(soft romantic music) (sirens blaring)

- We loved each other?

- We loved each other.

We lusted after each other.

We needed each other. (sirens blaring)

I still need you.

- I just...

I don't know you.

- The doctors can fix that.

They can give you your old life back.

You've only been gone for 36 hours.

I mean, was that time you spent with Femmie

worth throwing away everything that we have together?

- She's gone, all right?

There's no reason to be jealous.

- I'm not jealous.

I'm mad.

I'm hurt.

I'm hurt that you wouldn't make this small sacrifice

for our relationship.

- I just,

I need you to understand that she's all I know.

Since I woke up in the alley she's been by my side.

She's taken care of me.

You, you expect for me to just throw that away?

- I need you, goddamn it.

I need you right here, right now.

I mean, are you trying to tell me

that that ring on your finger

doesn't mean anything to you anymore?

Because I'll bet you it meant something to Femmie.

(slow dramatic music)

(door closes)

(sighs)

- (sighs) Wheeler said the android was army surplus,

sold to a Canal Street job lotter.

Bought by somebody who listed Arkin Foundation

as their employer on the registration.

(slow soft music)

- Are units en route?

- Sergeant.

I'm glad you could take time out of your busy schedule.

(Lupe softly moans)

Thanks to modern medicine,

I think I can do with a little passion.

- [Lupe] You're still in no shape for that.

- (sighs) Well have them give me a pill.

I gotta get to the panic room.

I've got data to restore, companies to run.

I got these rags to change out of.

(soft romantic music)

- Adams is alive and well.

I suggest we abandon that particular aspect

of the enterprise and concentrate on the upcoming auction.

- Yup, I suppose so.

Wait, wait.

I can still get Adams.

I'll be right over. - Fine.

(sirens blaring)

- [Lupe] Any fatalities?

- One guy managed to climb out of his car

before the explosion, the other driver didn't make it.

The address for Arkin was a mail drop.

But I did manage to access the database

on applications for prison visitors.

There was another name for Dyson,

other than Cadman the attorney.

Orson Arc.

He works for the National Security Authority.

- He work with Dyson?

- His dossier is classified.

The only thing I could gather

is he works for the cyber security division.

- A cyber-agent.

Explains how he could get his name off visitor rolls.

(slow dramatic music)

I need you.

- What about them?

- No, not that.

I need you to hack into the National Security servers.

- All right, I can do that.

(slow dramatic music) (sirens blaring)

(digital beeping)

- Now, ladies and gentlemen,

a demonstration of our wares.

Again, because of the positive neural mapping of Adams

in the subject's brain he cannot be attacked.

Ah, make me proud, sugar.

Our serum derived from the glands of six superstar athletes

has augmented the subject's abilities

far beyond those of ordinary men.

Our neural chip bends the subject to our will.

The bidding will start at 500 billion gold ounces, each.

Thank you.

(slow dramatic music)

(digital humming)

- What the?

It's Randolph.

- Well,

see what happens when you shoot out the front door?

- Stay here.

- Yeah, I don't think so.

(slow dramatic music)

Randolph.

I think you need to explain yourself.

- [Randolph] I don't know what you're talking about, sir.

(digital beeping)

(slow dramatic music)

(engine starting)

(upbeat music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(upbeat music)

- Ah, bidders,

in another demonstration of my wares,

you will now witness a prison break

from a maximum security facility.

(laughs)

(bomb explodes)

- I think Jesus has risen.

- What about me?

- (grunts) Program says try prayer.

I'd go to my knees.

- [Lupe] Dyson.

You step on a rake?

Who's your new boyfriend?

Or should I say boy?

Orson?

- You know I would like to tell you about my plans,

but, you know, I mean, for the sake of posterity.

- Gotta peddle your designer drug?

You're nothing but a pusher.

- Oh, sugar.

You know what would really make me happy?

Shut her up. - Yeah.

(Lupe grunting)

- There you go.

What's that you say?

I can't hear you.

(Lupe choking)

What am I?

What the fuck am I?

(Orson chuckles)

That's enough.

- Thank you, sugar.

That'll be enough.

(Lupe gasping)

- You know, I am sober now, sweetheart.

As a matter of fact, I'm supposed to call my sponsor,

but I'm gonna wait.

You know why?

'Cause I wanna watch the look on your face

when Orson here gets done torturing the hell

out of your goddamn husband.

Orson.

(Orson choking)

- Randolph, gun!

Randolph, over here.

(dramatic digital music)

- [Lupe] Oh my god.

What's wrong? - I can't see!

I can't see!

(slow dramatic music)

- Dr. Soren convinced the DA

to cut a deal to get Adams the implant.

Now Dyson feels that once word gets out

of Orson's immunity offer to inform on the NASCO leaks,

he will become a target.

But he only trusts you to guard Orson.

But you're not reinstated until your eval,

so Jamieson is lead.

You and Jamieson will hold Orson incommunicado

until the FBI arrive.

Otherwise, we find you unfit for duty

and I take your badge and gun.

Am I clear?

- He doesn't need the implant.

Burnett's scientists will handle that.

- But the implant can save Adams now.

- Let NASCO deal with Orson.

He will pay for his killings.

His victims are owed that.

- Your sense of justice is worth keeping Adams in a coma?

- I would never let him die.

- Just let his brain rot?

(slow dramatic music)

(monitor beeping)

- I just helped a killer walk

and you're still in a coma.

Please, come back to me.

You can't leave me without my permission, please.

Please, come back.

Can you hear me?

(alarm beeping)

Oh, my god.

Help us!

Somebody help us!

(machine crackling)

(Burnett groaning and panting)

(Lupe laughs)

(monitor beeping)

(intense dramatic music)

- You remember what my medical division did

for Ted Williams?

They would just keep me on ice

and Orson would have faced justice.

- I chose you over my code.

Tomorrow.

- Okay, that's a bit of an unbecoming kerchief.

I think the shopping bots can do a bit better.

- There's a story behind this bandanna.

- Yeah? - And It starts like this.

You woke up in an alley.

-In an alley?

Where?

- [Lupe] With the girl with blue hair?

-Blue?

- Blue!

(soft upbeat music)

And she loved you more than life.

(soft upbeat music)

(sirens blaring)