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[doorbell]

[doorbell]

GRYFFEN: Yes, yes?

Where's the fire?

-Professor Alistair Gryffen?

-Perhaps.

-Special delivery from the Department.

-It's from the fallen angel, isn't it?

Oh, yes.

That's very fine.

-The Department wants a full report to 24 hours.

[theme music]

FEMALE VOICE: Protecting us.

Protecting us from the enemy. The Department--

-Nice one.

-You again.

-Jorjie, isn't it?

What do you want?

-Same as you.

To make a difference.

-I've told you before, Stark Reality works alone.

-Fine.

-What about plain old Starkey, then?

He's not a lone wolf, is he?

-How'd you get my real name?

-Hacked your criminal activity file.

I admire your work.

I want to help.

[alarm]

ROBOT POLICE: Folks, [inaudible].

Stay where you are, and prepare for a [inaudible] bashing.

-Too slow, robo fuzz. Come on.

-Get an upgrade. -[inaudible].

-Easy when you know how.

-Yeah.

When you know how.

-All right.

You go in there.

Chrono spatial coordinates calibrated, and holding.

Control of space and time.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

My family.

I did it.

I've got you back. -Too freaky.

I'm out of here.

-Oh!

-What? What's going on?

No! No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

-I'm sorry!

-Who are you?

Do you have any idea what you've done?

[roar]

-What are they?

-Aliens. -Duh.

What kind of aliens?

-The unfriendly kind.

-I have to get you out of here.

-What will that be?

-Where do we go?

-Shh.

Shh.

Come.

[squeal]

-Where should we go?

-This way.

-They're everywhere!

What are they doing?

Ah!

Help!

Help!

-Starkey!

-Whatever you are, whatever you are,

I'm sure we can work this out like reasonable human-- aliens.

JORJIE: What are they doing?

Now what?

A mechanical dog?

-Alien threat detected.

Jixen warriors, humans in danger.

Course of action, attack.

Power down to 80%.

Victory improbably.

Humans, evacuate.

Humans, evacuate.

Leave the building.

-He's trying to save him.

-Stay here.

-Extreme action and momentum.

Self destruct in 20 seconds.

-Run! Run!

Go, go!

-We can't just leave him.

-We have to!

-No!

-Don't--

-We've got to go back.

-What are you doing?

Come on. -I can't.

-What?

-I can't go out there.

I have a condition. STARKEY: What?

K9: Humans, I am self destructing.

Protect yourselves.

-He just saved us.

We have to help him.

JORJIE: Starkey, no!

-Self destruct commence.

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.

[boom]

JORJIE: He was being our friend, Starkey.

He destroyed the creatures.

-And himself.

For us.

He protected us.

JORJIE: Careful.

You'll burn yourself.

-This is all that's left of him.

-Hey!

Right.

What's going on here?

-What business is it of yours?

-It's totally my business.

Anything happens to the prof, and I'm out of a job.

-What a humanitarian.

-Well, hello.

Introductions are in order.

Darius Pike.

Personal assistant, and, uh, supplier of all goods.

-A delivery boy, no less.

Um, Jorjie, Stark--

-Don't use real names.

-OK, then, Stark Reality.

-Hey.

You OK, prof?

-I almost had them back.

-Hey, I'm sorry, prof.

-Um-- how can I make this up to you?

-Make this up to me?

You have no idea what you've cost me.

Here.

Who are you calling?

-What business is it of yours?

-I mean it.

Who did you call?

-Wouldn't you like to know?

-Boys!

-Good day, mates.

Bonjour. Hola.

-That's extraordinary.

-Yup. [non-english speech] Howdy.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

-He's gonna fire again.

-No, he's not.

Good dog. Heel, boy.

Heel.

K9: This unit does not appreciate

the term dog, boy, or heel.

Regeneration unity log indicates you saved it from damage.

-What are you?

-What am I?

My name is K9.

I do not know when or where I am.

Commencing orientation protocols.

Flying. Left.

Right.

Up.

And away we go!

-Where are they?

Fugitive two and Starkey, AKA Stark Reality--

-Starkey?

-You are hereby under arrest.

-Hey!

-You'll be spending the next six months

in a virtual reality detention facility.

-What? No!

It wasn't me.

It was the giant slime puking alien lizards.

Ask the flying robot dog.

-That's what they all say. Come along.

-Ask him!

-Look, all I know is you turned up, and things exploded.

-Rat.

You called them.

I saw you! -Come along.

-I'm innocent! Innocent!

-Fugitive apprehended.

Proceeding to detention facility.

-Starkey!

That's unnecessary force!

-[inaudible]. Stop resisting.

-Orientation protocol complete.

This unit is in the city of London.

-What?

You don't know where you came from.

K9: I'm afraid my mem drive seems to have been scrambled.

I have no memory of myself.

-Well, your mem drive may have been scrambled,

but your general reference capacity

is unharmed, and absolutely stupendous.

-Affirmative.

It is most impressed.

-With your vast repertoire of knowledge,

I don't suppose you can tell me how to get this portal working?

K9: Negative. However, it is of alien origin.

-Yes, I know.

It was transported here piece by piece

from a crashed alien spacecraft.

We call these craft fallen angels.

-My mem drive has crashed.

Does that make me a fallen angel?

-I'm not completely sure what you are.

-Me, neither.

But I can tell you what those were

that came through the portal with me.

A warrior race called the Jixen.

-What was the purpose of that mucus it spewed?

-The Jixen use it to mark their enemies.

I'm not marked, therefore I should not be their enemy.

-So that mucus acts as a kind of beacon?

-Affirmative.

For as long as the smell lasts, they

will hunt the wearer until they've described them.

-They marked that poor boy, Starkey.

-Unfortunately for him.

[beeping]

-Hi.

-What's happening?

-JORJIE: I am.

-What are you doing here?

-I'm not.

Not really.

I'm here in virtual reality.

You're seeing me through your VR goggles.

I tapped into your detention scenario.

-I just landed a six month virtual detention sentence.

You hacking in here could see it all doubled.

Why don't you do yourself and me a real big favor,

and find someone else to drop in on?

-I'm not just dropping in.

You and I are gonna do something about this when you get out.

-What's that?

-Dauntless Prison.

Do you know what goes on in there?

They track down aliens, lock them up, and one of them

ever come back out.

-Well, some of them probably deserve it.

-They're not all like Jixen.

Most of them are completely peaceful.

They just happen to have wound up on this planet.

They're being locked up just for being alien.

-Right now it's not my problem, is it?

-Look at that place!

I've heard horrible things.

-In cases you haven't noticed, I'm in VR detention.

-So much for fighting the system.

-How do you know about all this stuff, anyway?

-I hacked into the Department's secret operations file.

Stark Reality isn't the only cyberspace guerrilla fighter.

I know what it's like.

[ringing]

-You gonna answer that?

JORJIE'S MOM: Jorgie?

-What is it, Mom?

JORJIE'S MOM: Are you at ballet class?

-Yes, I'm at ballet. JORJIE'S MOM: The dress?

-Yes, I'm wearing it.

JORJIE'S MOM: The tutu?

-Yeah, the pink, frilly tutu. -Yeah.

You know exactly what it's like.

Fighting the system, the guerrilla in the pink,

frilly tutu.

-Music? -Ah.

Good.

Definitely in your memory section.

Can you identify the tune?

-Negative.

Damage to mem drive during arrival

through space time machine, too great.

This unit retains memory fragments only.

Question.

Why is the space time travel device located here?

-The Department wants me to get it operating properly.

-Why?

-The ability to travel through space and time

is enormously valuable.

-I should imagine so.

-There's no limit to where you could go,

or who you could bring here.

-Jixen, for example.

-Ah, yes, yes.

Quite.

-If you do fix it, will you be able to return me

to where I came from? -Hopefully.

-What was what?

-You are in my remote identification system.

-And how does that work?

-Once a sound is imprinted, I can hear it across dimensions.

-You mean like this?

-The sound has to be repetitive. -Like this?

-Affirmative.

[alarm]

-Security beach, level five.

INTERCOM: Security breach.

Security breach.

Intruder alert, level five.

Intruder alert, level five.

Security breach.

Security breach.

Intruder alert, level five.

Intruder alert, level five.

-Come on, [inaudible].

Come get me.

Come on!

Not again.

-Oi, what's going on in here?

Oh!

NEWSCASTER: Tonight on Channel 8 News,

the Department will neither confirm nor deny allegations

that the rebel known as Stark Reality escaped from the--

-I'm sorry, darling.

My brake cable still requires some work.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hold your horsepower.

I'll get to them.

-Have you seen K9?

-No, he just comes and goes as he pleases.

I think you should seriously reconsider

letting him stay here.

-Here's a piece of technology I could learn a lot from.

-Well, he couldn't help me tune up Mariah.

-Hello?

Where's everybody?

-Ah, there-- there you are. K9: Affirmative.

Here I am.

I have picked up the biological trail of the Jixen.

-Where-- where is it?

-Location triangulated.

The lab.

-K9, am I glad to see you.

That, uh, Jixen, it came looking for me.

-Jixen warrior targeted.

-Hey, don't you remember me?

Don't shoot.

-Well, if it isn't Dork Reality?

How did you get out? -Help me.

He thinks I'm a Jixen.

He's going to zap me.

-Jixen DNA confirmed.

-K9!

-Response, neutralize with extreme prejudice in three--

-K9, no! That's a human boy.

That's a human boy. -I don't know.

-He looks pretty Jixeny to me. -Powering up.

-K9, no!

-No!

Good dog!

Heel, boy.

Heel.

-Short term memory overriding attack mode.

-What just happened?

-He's remembering something.

Of course.

When he first regenerated.

He's remembering Starkey as the one

who saved his regeneration unit.

That's what he said to him at the time.

Starkey, he's remembering you.

Say it again. -No.

Good dog.

Heel, boy.

Heel.

-Disarmed.

Yes, young master.

I still do not appreciate dog, boy, or heel.

-Gryffen? Open up.

-June.

Oh, fig.

Stay here.

Don't say a word.

Don't make a sound.

June!

What a pleasant surprise.

-I need you to see a couple of things.

And it's best on a monitor.

Oh, well, it's a tad messy in there.

It's--

-Considering the department owns this facility,

I'd suggest you become a little more accommodating.

Or, perhaps we could do it in my vehicle?

It's outside.

Doesn't look that messy.

-Oh, well, eye of the beholder, and all that.

-Don't you have time for fun and games, then?

-Yeah.

Spot of tennis, you know?

Cross guard, killer serve.

-I need to speak to Professor Gryffen.

-Alone.

-He's all yours.

-So, what did you want to see me about?

-A number of things.

And they all lead back to the night of the explosion,

and this house.

The boy that was arrested here, Starkey, he's

wanted by the Department for question.

-Well, then, why don't you drop by the Department

detention center?

That's where he'd be held, isn't it?

-You haven't seen him?

-No.

-How about this, then?

-Caught on surveillance the next day after the explosion.

-Oh.

-We think it's a weapon of some kind, but not one of ours.

Not yet.

Kind of looks like a dog, don't you think?

-Hm.

-Ugly.

Ungainly thing.

Terrible design.

-Oh, no, no, no.

No, on the contrary, quite noble and handsome, I should think.

Whatever it is.

-Well, whatever it is, the Department

wants it tracked down, captured, and handed over.

-And if I can't?

Or wont?

-Then your funding for the time space project terminated.

The portal will be dismantled and passed

on to a more cooperative researcher.

-There's no need for that.

-I hope not, Alistair.

I'd hate to take this off you.

But I will if I have to.

-Thanks, professor.

He covered for me.

He wouldn't give me up.

Nobody's ever done anything like that for me before.

-Yeah.

Yeah, the prof's a great guy.

He's really been good to me.

-You didn't give me up, either.

That can't have been easy.

-Yeah, well, it wasn't.

There'll be other chances.

-What is your problem?

-You're a troublemaker, and the prof doesn't need that.

That's my problem.

-You don't know the first thing about me.

-Hi, guys. Have I missed anything?

-I know what I've seen, and what I've seen is a troublemaker.

-Obviously not.

-You missed this unit mistaking the young master for a Jixen

warrior, and preparing to neutralize him.

I hope you will accept this as an apology.

-For me?

-And wherever you are, it will call you to my side.

-Thanks, K9. -Wait.

I still don't understand how you could

have thought Starkey was a Jixen.

-I was reacting to a reading registered

by my sense of smell.

He's been marked by a Jixen's pheromonal mucus.

-Uh, puke thing.

-Consequently, he would be hunted relentlessly

until the end of Jixen lifespan, which is 800 years,

give or take.

-You're joking.

-Then why is no one laughing?

Did I tell it wrongly?

-No.

She means it's hard to believe.

-Then why didn't she say that?

Human communication functions are seriously flawed.

-Yeah, said the dog who mistook his nibs here for a Jixen.

-That was an honest mistake.

And this unit is not a dog.

This unit is a cybernetic construction

containing quantum consciousness.

I am capable of logical deduction

to within 1.47593 gigaflops.

This unit is also capable of complex data retrieval,

and quantum analysis of said data.

With the benefit not only of the sign,

but also of intergalactic space webs

and computing network 10, network 25,

network 32, network 37, network 41--

[theme music]