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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

BASED ON THE ROMAN VAN RICHARD K. MORGAN

This is a ghost story.

Told in the age of eternal life.

Technology has conquered death.

But an endless future brings an endless past.

We are followed by spirits.

Clipped appearances created from deep pain ...

... until we sometimes ...

... would rather be dead themselves.

you are

under my skin

you are

deep in

my heart

so deep in my heart

you are a part of me

you are

under my skin

I tried

not to admit

I told myself that this affair

could not end well

but why would I struggle against

if I know very well

that you

is under my skin

Sorry if your drink is disappointing.

That is not your fault. The nerve endings in this thing are crap.

You wear a synth.

Rather a rubber glove.

Everything tastes like sawdust.

Do you prefer an organic body?

I travel. Interstellar.

May I ask what you on Maghda Prime?

I am looking for someone.

Takeshi Kovacs?

Excuse me.

He's coming to collect money tonight that he owes him.

Any idea who of these losers he is?

I would like to help ...

... but Takeshi Kovacs is busy with a quest.

To his lost love Quellcrist Falconer.

That sounds like a lot of bullshit.

That is certainly not the case.

Do I have to believe that Takeshi Kovacs, last Envoy, and Quellcrist Falconer ...

... leader of the Rebellion ...

... had something?

If you do that a passionate bond that time ...

... and the fury of death transcends mean ...

... then yes, they had something.

I did not know that.

You know a lot about him.

I am an expert in this field.

Prove that.

Untraceable credits.

More if you appoint him.

Who?

Thats what I said.

I'm sorry about a brutal attack is my memory ...

... somewhat unreliable.

Say it again.

What's your name again?

I work here, not you. Don't bother the customers.

That damn AI.

Do you see a channel here?

A channel.

He's a holo. Talks a hundred. He has stories from all over the world.

Do you think they are true?

If I ever find that channel, I use it as a target.

I close my eyes

and float away on the distant sounds from an old symphony

I'm looking for a Takeshi Kovacs.

Do you know him? -We don't like questions.

Which of you is Kovacs?

Serious?

Whatever face you wear, Grab your money and disappear.

the illusion of you

I'm Kovacs.

Don't fuck.

I'm Kovacs.

Both men lie.

I'm Takeshi Kovacs and grab my money, if you do not mind.

I had expected this.

Arrange it mutually.

The winner gets the money. But I never want to hear from Kovacs again.

I fell in love with an illusion

I fell in love with an illusion of you

an illusion of yours

an illusion of yours

Why such a hurry?

Partner.

Kovacs?

Is that you?

In the flesh. But not the body that you expect.

Why didn't you say anything before it went wrong? Your money is in the bar.

My money is in your pocket.

You let those losers finish each other for an empty suitcase.

Not completely empty.

Mispoes.

Good. Here.

Take this.

This is half of your debt. How do I get rid of the planet?

Listen. There is another job.

You can have my share.

Quiet.

I'm the messenger.

I had to find you.

How did that work out?

You have a channel with a wide frequency range on your hip.

Takeshi Kovacs is not going anywhere without his disturbed AI.

I also don't like to be disturbed.

You wouldn't say yes. And I have a deadline.

Horace Axley wants to talk to you.

Meth.

A job.

Temporarily.

I don't work for Meths.

It used to be.

Say no to your boss.

No matter how many credits he has.

Forget it.

I told you so. I have a deadline.

You wanted to get rid of the planet.

You shot me in the back.

Organic damage is not personal. That is business.

Honor stands in the way of profit.

Guess.

Are you Axley?

Ever heard of an ONI?

You could have done your research.

I hate being shot.

I didn't know if you would listen.

And I hate Meths too.

Maybe this makes you milder.

Accept my offer, then this body is yours.

Custom made from Khumalo Bioware.

Only military use, upgrades, fast healing, improved response time ...

... biometric plates and more. Does that help you?

Use your buoys often if you request permission?

Not my decision. My partners have set this up.

Your bounty hunter.

She has done a lot. She is efficient. -She's a psychopath.

That's a compliment from your mouth.

I will adjust it. -Do not bother.

First lesson for Envoys. I manage the simulation.

You know what I find worse than Meths or get shot?

Be underestimated.

This is not real.

You are disks in gel. You can't get out of that body without me.

A minute.

If you do not want, are you going to Maghda Prime again ...

... in the body from any singer.

Make something beautiful out of it. I always wanted to play the piano.

I need your protection. - Against what?

Where I come from, war rages.

Take a bodyguard, go on vacation. Or move.

I have crucial business interests. Nobody can protect me better than you.

I don't care. -I give you what you want.

Whatever you have, it's not enough.

Quellcrist Falconer.

Choose your next sentence carefully.

I know where she is. I pay you enough so you can disappear.

I do not believe you.

You will see.

I can give you her. -How do you know it's her?

Do you have her DHF?

Is she reborn? New body? Where did you find her?

I'll answer when you're here.

If you keep me alive.

Falconers live for mine. Do I have your word?

If you lie, is this face the last thing you see ...

... before I get your disk yank from your backbone.

I traveled through the stars for discs were invented.

I left the dying earth for one new world. I'm not afraid of you.

I know what you dream of.

Get a mirror.

And get your psychopath from a bounty hunter send my AI.

Already done.

Stay alive long enough and you can nowhere else where it is haunted.

I see the boy in the man.

We all have ghosts.

They stick to us like shadows.

But if you pursue shadows ...

... if you are stupid enough look up your spirits ...

Survive. That's an order.

... then you become one.

Branch.

Thank you for your body with the Psychasec home package.

The ultimate elegance and privacy.

Mirror.

You seem to be suffering from nausea.

I have warned staff. Medication is coming.

Lie down and relax.

Your oxygen level is low.

Your body has been swapped.

Axley.

Shit. Axley. Waking.

Axley, where is she?

Away.

Tell.

Axley.

Do you see this?

"It was in the middle of a summer day ...

... and in the middle of the night did the stars shine in their orbit ...

... pale in the night. "

Those are not stars.

Angel fire.

So we are on ...

... Harlan's World?

Do you know another planet full of elderly orbitals?

Home again. Hoera.

How long has it been? Five years? -Thirty.

Of all the forgotten rocks we are back where we started.

You would never return. Why now?

Because of Horace Axley.

And who is Horace Axley?

That one over there.

Good Lord.

We have just arrived. - It wasn't me.

That is something else again.

Is hanging around smart?

Here is a dead Meth. I am blamed anyway.

Axley said this body has an additional weapon adjustment.

You must be within reach.

Heaven.

We go.

The transfer station. A sign. We listen to it.

Not until I know Axley's killer.

We do not know what Axley will soon remember.

And as you said cleverly:

you will probably get the blame of his murder.

As we are arrested, are you arrested and I deleted.

Staying here... That's not a choice.

... is destructive.

Suicide. -I'm not leaving.

You do not understand. Axley was a Meth.

He should have been untouchable, but was terrified.

He needed protection, he thought. He was right.

If he was right about that ...

... then also about Quell.

She is here, he said.

If I helped, he would prove it.

I understand.

Then...

... we have to sleep somewhere.

I know a place.

An old AI hotel from a friend.

There is also less terrorism ...

... in the city of Millsport itself.

Negotiations are taking place with Joshua Kemp ...

...while... -Watch the feed.

Axley called a war.

We're in the middle of it.

Salvation comes from renunciation.

Become a Render, then the world as you make it. No pain.

No thanks.

Find Konrad Harlan. Look what the old bag is up to.

Attention. An important message from Governor Harlan.

That is not Konrad.

According to the Array, Konrad has waived his position ...

... and everything else.

Serious?

His daughter Danica has taken over.

Certainly elected without an opponent?

That's right.

Citizens of Harlan's World ...

... disrupts the Quellist Uprising our lives for 20 years.

Mines are sabotaged ...

... loads attacked, our people displaced.

We have always fought back against the terrorists.

We weakened them, they chased our cities.

But we have also suffered losses.

With this joint suffering ...

... I started negotiating with their leader, Joshua Kemp.

The revolution also has a new face.

I've seen enough.

After much negotiation ...

... we have agreed that the conflict must stop.

There is from now on a ceasefire force.

The mines will start again tomorrow.

Make no mistake if the ceasefire is violated, we strike back quickly.

But tonight, as your governor and as my father's daughter ...

... I proudly announce that Harlan's World is safe again.

Thanks. Good evening.

Congratulations.

You have brought peace.

Father said a ceasefire a breather is between battles.

We don't need anything more.

The Protectorate must get the colonel back.

He has no reason to stay.

More than half of the disks are from alloys from our mines.

We are the source of eternal life.

Colonel Carrera has reason enough to stay.

The only thing between us and the Protectorate is, she is.

You honor them too much.

The elderly are dead.

Everyone who is indestructible armed satellites deserves attention.

Did your father say that too?

Quellcrist Falconer.

Keep an eye on Colonel Carrera. Make sure he doesn't get more reasons.

We are wrong. The Array has none report about a dismantled hotel.

The owner pays a lot of money for that.

One of your unsavory acquaintances? Depends on what you think of Yakuza.

Yakuza?

The boss has more such places. Half safe house, half black site.

Used before, so he ...

Damn it, Poe.

A glitch.

There you are.

Stay with me, okay?

Of course.

Where to? - I've said that twice.

Are we there yet?

We are here.

Is it really safe?

You're under arrest. - Nice to see you too, Jaeger.

Safe enough.

I'll leave you alone for a moment to configure the nano swarm.

Intruders. This building is forbidden terrain.

Who do you think You Are?

Do you want to die sometimes?

Answer.

I'm Tanaseda Hideki. This building is mine.

Tanaseda does not want an ordinary soldier's body.

The arrows and bullets are out.

We fall in sadness.

But unless I defeat the enemy, my body can't rot.

Where did you hear that?

I am Tanaseda Hideki, I said.

Whoever you are, show such a lack of respect ...

... and I pull you out of that body.

I almost fell for it.

A mistake.

I'm Tanaseda Yukito.

Do you not recognize your own great-grandson?

Ojiichan?

You look familiar.

That body is worth a lot.

That is custom work.

Maintain the body.

I made a nano swarm, so plug in the transmitter ...

... then I can help with this misunderstanding.

Maybe not.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

You have been there.

First you can explain my great-grandfather why you know my family poem.

I don't think that's a good idea.

So this is the man who dares to take my name.

A heavy burden.

Not worth stealing and heavy to wear.

My name carries its own burden.

He pretended to be you. Two of my men are dead.

How do you know that poem?

You said it almost 300 years ago against me ...

... in a tea house in New Hokkaido.

Stupid kid.

Do you have any idea who you are have you taken along my surveillance?

Maybe you want him also hand over my disk.

No, we beat him.

He is not a threat.

Teach him.

Forgive me, Oyabun.

You explained my point.

I do not understand.

He is an Envoy.

He let you beat him, because he wanted to talk to me.

That's why he gave up the poem.

Still, Takeshi-san?

I am not going to hurt you. I want a favor.

A place to stay.

Secret.

My great-grandson did not know that.

I'm fine.

Start with your departure.

This man did a job for me after the fall of Stronghold ...

... then one of our own men betrayed me.

He was caught by the Protectorate and tortured.

He didn't betray me.

Don't bother him anymore.

Yukito is young, but that was disappointing.

That is usually family.

Your gift for understatements is still the same.

And further?

I'm still looking for her.

Horace Axley said she was at Harlans. He could prove that.

I protected him.

I was too late.

Axley and I have known each other for a long time.

He would lie to the devil if he benefited.

Someone grasped him.

This time he didn't lie.

I didn't have Axley eliminated.

Last time...

... you thought your sister Quellcrist Falconer's DHF had hidden.

Did you realize that Reileen might have lied?

That Axley used Falconer's location to convince you?

Continuously.

But if anything is true ...

... I can't go.

That is not love.

It's obsession.

This is the first Songspire in captivity.

My own age-long experiment.

Just like a scientist.

Remains of a past.

Our cells die continuously and are then replaced.

As we get older, we become a copy of a copy.

Worse every time.

Meths have bypassed that.

Is that right?

We transfer our mind in a new body.

But what if the mind also deteriorates?

We can't name it, but are different.

I am no longer who I once was.

Not you either.

And neither do they, I suspect.

I'm not here for a lesson, Oyabun.

I have to go back.

Time is the greatest of all warriors.

What she did not destroy ...

... she changes unrecognizable.

Time destroys everything.

We brace ourselves against the void ...

... desperately holding on in the past ...

... to our spirits ...

... to ourselves.

I apologize.

Our old hangout is like me:

lapsed disorder.

The Nevermore would be a better name.

Is there whiskey?

The previous occupant has left a reasonable bottle.

O. Single malt.

Then it's fine.

I just want a bed and no more hassle.

Have you overcome another setback?

I'm on a fucking planet ...

...do not know who or where Axley's killer is ...

... and not even closer to Quell.

So...

...No.

Good night, Poe.

Good night.

I can not do this anymore.

The chase by the stars, searching for you.

This is not real, right?

You are a chimera.

That is all that remains.

You're gone.

You have your answer, Tak.

Where you are not looking. -I do not get that.

When we made discs ...

... we separated mind from body, but it's more complicated.

I don't want anything more complicated. You are dead or not.

Our bodies know things.

Our skin, our bones, our meat hold our experiences.

What does this body remember?

Feel what you felt.

Then you remember what you saw.

Condition-dependent memory.

Quell.

I did what you said.

I survived.

I'm not coming for you.

Subtitled by: Jolanda Jongedijk