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[theme music]

[music playing]

GRYFFEN: K9, what's going on?

-It's the STM, Prof.

It's doing something to K9 again.

-I've been recording scrambled information since this morning.

[crash]

-Syphoning temporal power from the STM is highly dangerous.

-A calculated risk, but this event points

to there being an even bigger connection between myself

and the STM than we previously thought.

-But there must be another way to find

that connection other than hooking

you straight up to the STM.

-Unfortunately, no.

As you humans say, I have a bad feeling about my connection

to the STM.

-I do this against my better judgment.

-Sometimes your judgment is totally illogical.

-K9, I'm a scientist.

I experiment.

The nature of experimentation involves taking chances.

-I suggest you take a chance now and initiate full power.

-Very well then, full power.

-Attack, attack, attack! Be warned.

This unit is entering attack mode.

[music playing]

[alarm]

-K9?

-Where did he go?

-Warning, stay back.

-K9, what's wrong?

-Alien detected.

-K9, that's the Professor.

[growl]

-K9, come on, old boy.

Let me see what's gone wrong.

-K9, stay.

-You do not compute.

Retreat, or you'll be fired upon again.

-K9, it's me, Gryffen.

-Computing.

Searching Gryffen.

-What was that?

-You were in my remote identification system.

-How does that work?

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

-You mean, like this?

[thud]

-The sound has to be repetitive.

-Like this?

[thud]

[thud]

-Affirmative.

-Ah, interesting.

Do you, um, fetch as well?

-Absolutely not.

[crash]

[laugh]

-Sometimes I hate my programming.

Alien species, human identified.

This dog is be standing down.

-Dog?

-Archives are scrambled.

-Starkey, get your VR glasses.

This is more serious than I thought.

Those should be patched into my helmet, which

will allow us to witness K9's memories.

-Roger that. -Right.

Now K9, let's find out what the connection between you

and the STM is, after all.

Let's get you back online, de-scramble your archives,

and jog that memory of yours.

-This dog does not jog.

[growl]

-All right, let's start at the beginning

when you first came through the STM.

-You were fighting the Jixen warriors.

Remember?

You looked a bit different then, really like a dog.

-This unit is a dog.

Woof, woof.

-He's going to really dislike himself when he remembers this.

[music playing]

-Alien threat detected.

Humans in danger.

All positions attack!

Victory improbable.

Humans evacuate.

Humans evacuate.

Extreme action imminent.

-We can't just leave him.

-We have to.

-Self destruct commence.

Three, two, one--

[explosions]

-K9, you self-destructed, and you saved us.

-And you sustained no damage when

you came through the portal.

Howe-- however, you then changed.

JORJIE: He was being our friend, Starkey.

He destroyed the creatures.

-And himself.

For us, he protected us.

K9: Sacrifice was necessary.

My regeneration unit was activated.

[music playing]

G'day mates.

Bonjour.

Hola.

-That's extraordinary.

-[inaudible].

Howdy.

Hello.

Hulu.

Hello. Hello.

-He's going to fire again.

-You met the professor and me, Starkey.

-Starkey?

-When he first regenerated, he's remembering

Starkey as the one who saved his regeneration unit.

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

Starkey, he's remembering you.

Say it again.

-Oh, good dog.

Heel, boy.

Heel. -Disarm.

Yes, young master.

Young master?

Walkies young master?

-I think it's best if we play along until his memory returns.

-Right.

That's right, K9, I'm your master,

but we're not going for walkies now.

Who else do you remember?

Jorjie? Darius?

-Hey--

-K9, wher where's Starkey?

-I told you--

[garbled noise]

-Where is he?

-Yonder, partner.

[music playing]

-OK you tin mutt, it's zapping time.

-Zap, that's a funny word.

-K9, we need you.

Gryffen needs you.

Starkey needs you.

-Starkey?

-That's right, Starkey.

-Must focus.

-Yeah, come on.

-Must be dangerous to [inaudible].

Self protection protocol engaged.

Shutting down--

-K9--

[sigh]

-Mila-- Take him!

No!

-Don't--

-Right, that's it phosphine breath.

Wake up in there. Yeah, that's right.

You ice robot.

[music playing]

How about that?

Did that get your attention?

K9, K9-- we need you, K9.

K9: Must override self protection protocol.

Time for skates on.

-K9, fire.

-Fire?

Everybody out.

-K9--

-K9, your photon beam.

Fire your photon beam.

[music playing]

-Now what's happening?

-I don't know.

-K9, what's going on?

-It's the STM.

I think he's afraid of something.

-Yeah, but afraid of what?

-Did you see that?

-Did we see what?

-What are we looking for, K9?

-There is something down here with me.

-Is it alien?

-It's a Jixen warrior.

-A Jixen?

-I don't know what to do.

-Don't fight the fear.

That just gives it power.

-I have no way of dealing with it.

System error. System error.

System error.

System error.

System--

-Keep back, or else this unit will incapacitate you.

-Whatever you're experiencing, it's not real.

I-- it's like a dream.

-Dogs don't dream.

-Well, you've certainly had your fair share of puppy dreams.

-Destroy it.

Destroy the obelisk and the Bodach's way in into our world

will be gone.

-I can't do that.

Inspector Turner is too close to the obelisk.

I can't endanger the Inspector by blasting with my cannon.

[music playing]

I'll try ramming the obelisk instead.

[music playing]

Weapons are fine.

My photon capacitor needs to power up.

-Oh, fig.

-No, this is all wrong.

I can't just sit here and let her do this.

-Jorjie-- wait, what are you doing?

-I'm going into Mom's nightmare.

-No!

[music playing]

-OK, girl.

You can do this.

Just concentrate.

This is your dream.

You call the shots.

[music playing]

Mom, mom.

It's me, Jorjie.

Mom, you have to look at me. Look.

-Jorjie Louise Turner, just what do you call that?

A tattoo?

How could you?

You're only 14.

And Darius-- what were you thinking?

-Gotcha.

-Ow. Jorjie?

K9: Inspector, Inspector Turner.

Inspector Turner.

-K9? What's happening?

-The crystal, remove the crystal.

[music playing]

Now run.

[music playing]

This dog is dangerous.

[growl]

-Well, if everyone's finished-- can't have a dirty sewer.

-How's K9? -Defragging.

- Do you think it's possible K9 really

did assassinate that galactic dude.

[laugh]

-No way.

-Yeah, we don't even know what he did before he came here.

He doesn't even know himself.

-Has he even done one suspicious thing since he's been here?

-Oh, right.

Yeah, he's so gentle, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

You watch.

One day you'll be petting him and he'll go chomp.

Where'd me arm go?

[fake crying]

-He's not a killer.

I know him. -Chomp.

[fake crying]

-Give it a rest, you two.

I need my sleep.

Uh, let's not.

[music playing]

-Accessory [inaudible] will gain you nothing.

Others [inaudible] Remove the [inaudible].

[music playing]

-This unit is guilty.

This unit is a murderer.

[alarm]

You think this dog is a murderer?

-No!

[music playing]

-K9, you almost hit the STM.

You could have destroyed any chance we have of figuring out

your connection to it, and the thought of getting you back

to your own time.

-I do not remember my own time.

Woof.

I am only a dog.

-You're not only a dog.

You're K9, and you have to help us help you.

-Protect humans?

-So now what?

[music playing]

-I want to see the card.

-Don't you trust us, Inspector?

-I wouldn't take it personally.

I don't trust anybody.

-Come and feast your eyes.

-Won't I need interrupter goggles?

-Where are my manners?

Things slip my mind.

[music playing]

-Inspect this, Inspector.

[scream]

-Happy landing.

Who is this tall human?

And why do I feel like biting him?

-Thorne, he's a Department Inspector.

K9: What is the Department?

GRYFFEN: How can you forget the Department after all the things

they've done to disrupt our work.

-They are all enemies?

Woof.

-No, no, not all of them.

-Great, mood lighting.

My mom should be calling right about now.

Yes, mom?

-I'm just making sure you're safe.

-I'm fine.

How can I not be when you and the rest of the Department

are out there keeping London clean from alien trash?

-Well, I'm glad you approve of my work.

I know you'd come around.

-I bet her lie detector is going off the clappers.

-June Turner, aren't you lucky to have

time for personal calls.

Who's it you're talking to?

-Oops, electrical interference.

Sorry, you're cutting out. -Hey--

-K9 is an alien presence and, as such,

is under the control of the Department.

My section, not security.

Gryffen, I'm giving you responsibility.

This is now, officially, the K9 unit.

Answerable directly to me in all matters,

including my daughter's safety.

-Yes, June.

I have great respect for her.

-Short term memory is incomplete.

It is unacceptable.

The STM--

-Professor, he's doing it again.

-It's beyond me.

-The directives from the STM are in conflict

with my programming.

-Directives from the STM?

What does that mean?

-It means that my existence here is an error.

The logical solution is to self destruct.

Countdown commencing.

60 seconds, 59--

-No, not again.

-58, 57-- five, four, three, two--

-Stop this countdown now.

You control your directives, not the STM.

You're being totally illogical.

-To say I am illogical is illogical.

-Really, illogical?

Because, right now, you think you're a dog.

-Remember the Anubians?

They had you believing you were a god.

-Totally illogical.

-As a cybernetic sentient dog, to a lesser species,

I would be a god.

The logic seems sound.

Good dog.

[music playing]

-Prof, about before, I-- Are you wearing eye makeup?

Oh, you can't be serious.

Don't tell me they got you guys too.

Starkey, Jorjie-- Jorjie please, it's me, Darius.

-Didn't you get the message?

Tampering human-- -You're not wanted here.

-K9, say something.

K9, answer me.

-Hm?

Hm, morning Darius.

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

Running these deep memory scans doesn't

allow my scan processing power to concentrate

on anything else.

-K-- K-- K9, you have to listen to me.

There is something terribly wrong going on here.

-Ignore the child.

-I figured it all out.

This is not real, Professor.

And neither are those two sandal jockeys

pretending to be Starkey and Jorjie.

These creeps replaced them all with robots or something.

You know, they're-- they're pod people

or they're clones or something.

[laughter]

-This isn't a joke.

K9, I swear.

Just scan them for yourself, please.

[music playing]

Well, did you do it? I'm right.

Aren't I?

They're pod people.

Just tell me I'm right.

-I really don't understand you sometimes.

-No K9, wait.

Please, hey--

-Recalibrating Boolean logic tables.

Defining deep memory search. Searching.

-Your audience with almighty K9, is at an end.

-Yeah, I'm going.

-A slight attitude adjustment, and he'd

make a fine court jester.

-STM program conflict.

Logical procedure is to totally erase memory and reboot drive.

-No, K9.

-K9, you must remember this.

[thud]

[thud]

-I think I remember.

-Oh, come on, K9.

[music playing]

Now you listen to me.

If you survive this and they don't, you'll

never forgive yourself.

You'll never get past that you weren't there for them.

[music playing]

Listen to this and try and resist.

[thud]

[thud]

Come on.

[thud]

[thud]

[thud]

[thud] -Professor--

-K9, you're alive!

-Of course I'm alive.

My living metal frame required down time

to attune to the energy signatures

of the Department's weaponry.

My comeback conditioning system has now down its job.

-Then what are you waiting for?

The boys are trapped in Golgotha's prison.

[music playing]

-You're a machine, not a dog.

-Woof, woof, woof, woof.

[sigh]

-A machine?

You're friends of a machine?

-Yes, you have been too.

See if you can remember them.

[music playing]

-Oh, hello Bob.

Hey, come on.

Refueling is almost over.

Look Boris, we got a pup.

-I am not a pup.

Refueling?

-Huh.

-Excuse me, but I think there's been some kind of mistake.

I'm supposed to be delivered to the gladiator pen.

-Well, this is it.

-Right, and exactly where are the gladiators?

[honks]

-Ah, you could be on to something there, Boris.

It makes sense that a robot dog's

not going to be all that smart.

-Excuse me?

-It's OK, pup.

The gladiators are right here.

This is Boris, and I'm Chuckles.

-You are the gladiators?

But you're just a couple of clowns.

-Well, how did you guess that?

-A wild guess.

-And a pretty good one.

Boris and me did used to be clowns,

but no point talking about what once was.

Freddie owns all of us now, which means we're gladiators,

like it or not.

The same for you, pup.

The sooner you learn to--

[crash]

What's that?

The champion.

The pain maker.

[music playing]

-Chuckles from Crash Club, yes.

-You became his friend just as you've become our friends.

We're all in this together.

-Together?

-Yes K9, together.

-K9, you have to override the directive from the STM.

I'm going to hook you back up again.

-Sounds like there's a but in there.

-This dog does not have a--

-But you could risk losing all of your memory, everything.

-You would forget us.

-This unit has made its choice.

This dog must override the directives.

The STM is not my master.

-Full power.

[noise]

[explosion]

-K9?

K9, here boy.

Good dog.

-This unit is a cybernetic construction

containing quantum consciousness.

I am capable of logical deduction.

I am not a dog.

-Ah, thank heavens.

K9, I'm afraid we may never know how the STM did this to you.

It's too dangerous to find out.

-This unit does not have to risk remembering its past.

This unit may not be a dog, but remembers

it is a faithful friend. -Affirmative.

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