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Clyde...

Hey, Dylan, how ya doing?

Hey, man.

This isn't a great place for us to do freelance work.

Reputable companies don't do business out here for a reason.

Economy's in shambles.

I'm sorry man. I can't help it sometimes.

That's OK. I forgive you.

Please proceed with caution.

Welcome to Jefferson, the free state.

Sarah?

You should've told her we were coming.

Hello?

She's playing shows all weekend.

You should take me with you tonight, Dylan.

I'd love to see her play.

I got this.

No more data on genetic health risks alright.

I've heard it all.

All I said was, you should adopt.

Careful out there.

Yeah.

Take your sleeper with you.

Thanks, mom.

And you need to buy a real gun at some...

Hey...

My god, look at you.

Yeah, you know, I'm going for the glam punk,

post-information look now.

I like it.

Hey look, if I told you I was coming,

you woulda been stressed for a month.

It's just me. Clyde's locked up.

I'm staying at Bruce's now.

The cop? Really?

You just need a place to crash.

Admit it.

No, no, come on. I came out here for you.

Don't.

Clyde runs you.

No, he wanted to stay. This was my idea.

It was my idea!

And you're two years late.

Maybe so.

But, I'm here now.

We can make this work.

I'm pregnant.

And I want this baby.

Cash only. Sorry.

I should be able to take thumb prints in a couple months.

I can't believe it.

I didn't see this coming.

I had no way of knowing any more than you did.

These are expired.

Yeah she's not popping pills anymore.

So that's a good thing.

I'm sorry it didn't work out, Dylan.

Remember how much you used to worry about her?

Maybe just try to focus on the fact that she's happy now.

I just need to forget her.

This guy Bruce is a peace officer.

He seems to be eager and supportive.

She'll make a great mom, at least we know that.

First thing in the morning you know what you should do?

Send her a hologram.

Tell her you're happy for her.

It'll help her...

I need to sleep...

and it'll help...

Hey, it was great seeing you last night.

It was a bit of a shock, but

I'm really happy for you.

You look great.

And you deserve it.

I mean it.

I hope it's a boy...

if that means anything.

Thanks for letting me crash at your place.

Well, you're almost broke.

Sleeping on Sarah's couch.

All we've got is a bike that'll go 125 and a Sleeper.

And you've got me.

A military grade Super in your head,

that I'd like to think is still valuable to you.

We just wait then?

Nothing else we can do?

You already know what I think.

We go back to civilization.

And there's nothing wrong with

a day job until we get on our feet.

You want to help me bag groceries?

Maybe we can get lucky and land a real gig.

A Chief Security Officer at a mid-size company.

A security guard? No way, man, c'mon.

My vote is we stay here. I'll find a client.

They're not gonna be able to afford us.

The bottom line is I want you to be happy.

Well, if that's true, we should give this a shot.

Got a free place to crash for awhile.

Can you handle being around her?

Yeah, I'll figure it out.

Okay.

It's really good hearing what you're thinking.

You should tell me more often.

You know what I'm thinking right now?

What's that?

Thinking I finally want a dog.

Yeah?

Maybe a golden retriever.

Get one. You should get a dog.

But you always struck me as kind of a cat guy.

Fuck you.

Get two dogs. Get five cats.

Whatever it takes man.

Mister, can you get me something to eat?

Hey sweetie, I got nothing for you.

This is my mom, Abbey.

Hi. You military? Not anymore.

I haven't eaten all day...

I saw a documentary on the Army cybernetic program.

You got the surgery.

Maybe you can help find me some work?

Lady, I can't find work out here myself.

Welcome to the club.

I'll do anything that pays...

that's ethical, that helps the cause.

I have a degree in social justice.

So you come out to the free state to change the world

and now you're on the streets?

How ironic.

Well you'll know where to find us if you hear of anything.

Bye.

Hey, I'm about a month away

from mooching out here myself.

Fucking freeloaders.

People out here are struggling, Dylan.

Yeah, now I've got ten bucks and no credit out here.

Right.

There's nothing here for us.

The kind of computing power you have and that's all you got?

Get us a job.

Get away from me.

Hey, hey... easy man.

Hey!

Put it down.

Stop chewing the root if you can't handle it, Eddie.

Fuck this place.

Now get out.

Fuck this place!

Sorry about that.

You alright?

God, is there an asshole convention this weekend?

Is it too much to ask for one drink by myself?

I'll just sit here, then.

Make sure the jerks stay away.

I'm just not in the mood, ok?

Well, I'll shut up for ten minutes.

After that no promises.

Cheers.

Shit.

Sometimes people freak out, like I can read their minds. I can't.

Get away from me.

What?

You hurt?

God...

I just want to get home.

Can you... can you walk with me?

You want me to call a doctor? I know a cop inside.

No...

How do you know it was your Ex?

He's a monster.

And a friend saw him with a Cyborg last week.

I was waiting for one to show.

I thought Cyborgs were older.

The military's a young man's game.

I'm thirty-one.

How old do you think I am?

Thirty... two.

In the beginning, I was special forces.

But now I freelance.

They let you keep it?

That's part of the deal.

Clyde's useless to anyone else.

Clyde.

I know, I'm complicated.

But you're the one with a computer in your head.

I'm a hundred percent human... where it counts anyway.

What is he saying about me?

I keep him locked up at night.

Hey.

Are you coming or not?

So weird. My first cyborg.

You had some work done to your eye.

It's an accident, I...

It's bionic.

Let me see that thing.

Haven't held one of these in years.

Let me see your other gun...

Hair of the dog?

It's just so hot already.

It's a beautiful place.

In San Francisco my view was a brick wall.

I could open the fridge with my foot

from the end of the bed.

I can't imagine having many problems out here.

I only have one.

I was thinking maybe you could help me figure out my situation.

I've got money.

You saw what happened last night.

I need help.

Maybe you could score both ways.

What exactly are you paying me for?

Advise me.

Protect me.

Why does your Ex want you dead?

I guess he feels like if he can't have me,

no one should.

Why not just hire a body guard... save some money.

Cause I need someone who can think and negotiate.

You want the job or not?

Lisa, look if...

if this is gonna fly,

you're gonna have to tell me everything.

All your dirty laundry...

Clyde will find out sooner or later.

I have nothing to hide.

Why did you two come out here?

So Sterling could start up his new company.

He's developing warfare technologies.

Where spirituality meets science that's how he spins it.

When I first met him, he was a shaman.

He was a healer.

He used his witchcraft to help people.

Witchcraft.

And he actually thinks the U.S. will buy his snake oil?

Well, not necessarily,

but there's a hundred & ninety countries with armed forces.

Sterling did R&D inside for Newcorp

and made millions when Raytheon bought 'em.

And this new start up... it's small, it's just him.

But he's got financial backers.

You divorced?

Not yet.

And I never had a pre-nup.

You have money though.

Well...

Years ago he set up an annuity in my name,

and I draw from it.

So he pays for you to live here.

Look if I was inside, I would sue his ass.

But I'm here, and I need to get creative.

My money's running out, so...

I'll give you fifteen percent of a deal you strike.

Consider this an advance.

I'll do it for twenty.

Makes the math easier.

My God.

Thank you.

It's a holiday right?

It's Thursday morning.

No. I'm good.

Guess I gotta go to work.

If you want to come back tonight

just knock on the window twice.

So these are the only visuals I have from Newcorp.

The rest are classified.

Sterling Clark was one of the chief designers

of the entomological warfare program in the military.

As far as I can tell he's had a lot of success

and has no criminal record.

And it seems Lisa Clark has been

in his shadow for twenty-two years.

Technically this is all his property.

Two thousand acres owned by SDSI.

Sterling Defense Solutions Inc.

Just give me five acres by the beach.

That's all I need.

You like her, don't you.

We had a good time.

You're unbelievable.

Don't get all jealous on me now, Hal.

That's low.

Remember Sarah, the woman we came out here for?

It's nothing.

Don't get your panties in a bunch.

You know I never wear panties.

I'm shocked you took on this client

without consulting me.

C'mon.

What's he got for security?

I don't see anything.

And since you jumped into this willy-nilly,

I have no due diligence and no signal up here.

I count fifteen farm hands, all chipped and trackable.

Load the magnifier.

Nothing in the barn except a couple horses.

Those cameras are turned off.

A defense company with no security.

Maybe he doesn't want his business on tape.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey, I was hoping to speak to Mr. Clark.

Is he home today?

That black stuff... I saw it last night.

Draw your Sleeper, Dyl.

Yeah... I'm I'm new in town.

We have a mutual friend, that's all.

He is...

not home now.

Okay.

Well...

I guess I'll come back tomorrow, then.

You okay?

You think you can trust this woman?

What're you talking about?

I'm having my doubts.

You haven't even met her yet.

Give her a chance.

I'll take it slow, don't worry.

My sensors are better than a polygraph.

Yeah, what's she lying about?

I don't know yet.

But she hasn't told you everything.

We had one meeting. Of course she hasn't.

Now you're going to eject me.

Just like you always do.

We're broke.

Twenty grand and a chance for a lot more

is worth the risk.

Alright.

I'll dig up all I can find on 'em.

The restricted stuff's harder to get to now.

But still we'll need to walk through a full report

before you get in over your head again.

Okay.

Tomorrow.

Everything checks out.

You really don't need to bring this in until Clyde says to.

Hey, are the surgery's getting any safer these days?

Why?

I don't know. Something's off.

He's acting different.

Questioning me...

N ot just about work either. It's personal stuff.

Look Dyl...

In my experience,

any Cyborg malfunctioning in the field

is from human error.

No offense.

This class of Super's are miracles.

They're better than us.

He has no other agenda but you.

My advice is to be patient.

Work with him.

Sorry to bother you.

Thanks Dr. P.

Not a problem.

You think you can make it fly out here?

Got my first gig.

Get paid in cash.

Hey, thanks for the message.

Are you free tonight?

We should hang out.

Bruce is working, so...

you should come to my show tonight.

I'm up for it if you are.

You're not feeling it?

How do you feel?

You love him, right?

I guess I feel normal for once.

Kissing cousins...

Third night in a row.

Increase your dosage.

Write down everything.

When you chew it, how you feel.

Write down what you remember, what you do.

And get back to me.

You got it.

Much appreciated, Mr. Clark.

Come around back.

fuck...

What if you bring your cop friend?

I need to win his trust if we want him to settle.

First thing we need to do

is get you two in a civil conversation.

Hey, man.

Hey, so our friend Bruce has left you eleven messages.

Turns out he knows your client Lisa.

So from now on, we stay connected all the time.

You know I have to unplug, Clyde.

I'll lurk so you don't get tired.

That never works.

I can't miss anything else about your client.

You take one step, I help you take the next.

Just the man I wanted to see.

G'morning Bruce.

Hey I know you're working for Lisa Clark now.

Sterling told me.

You know she's been badgering him for months.

Look I need to remind you

I'm not a cop, and you're not my boss.

She's paying me to look out for her interests.

And I'm asking you as family

to play it cool.

Get his side of the story first.

Of course I will. Why wouldn't I?

He's a powerful man.

And she's a little slippery.

So don't come out shooting from the hip.

I don't know what that means. I carry a Sleeper.

I can see... make sure he knows that.

Look I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job.

I just want to help you out if I can.

Let's put on some skates, Officer.

Yep, we're gone.

Keep me in the loop.

Everything's fine like dandelion wine.

Isn't that right sweetie?

Good seeing you, Cuz.

Sterling Clark won a national merit scholarship

and studied computer science at Oxford.

But when he turned twenty-eight, he joined a commune.

Eventually, inevitably, he took it over.

He wanted to be in charge of his own little piece of paradise.

A place he could experiment with his work in isolation.

This was twenty-three years ago

exactly when Lisa Jane Hunter joined the tribe.

A high school dropout from the San Fernando Valley.

They had a passionate love affair.

To Sterling they were the next John & Yoko or Sid & Nancy.

Although that didn't make much sense

cause he couldn't play a lick of guitar.

Tuning me out?

Where's Sterling? Is he at his house now?

He's untrackable and unchipped.

What money can buy. Must be nice.

Yeah, pretty sure you're the most broke Yale graduate in history.

Of course I am.

Well, all you can do is keep going down the long black road.

Sunshine ahead.

C'mon don't start with the Bob Dylan lyrics.

I've told you this before, it's Jeff Lynne.

Japanese B-Side from ELO's final record in 2001.

You were saying... John and Yoko?

So anyway,

his commune supported itself for seven years.

That is until a teenage girl was found strangled

on Sterling's property.

Desdemona Jones.

An original member, Campbell Walter,

ended up giving a full confession.

He's in for life without the possibility of parole.

Their own little paradise.

So was Lisa going along for the ride?

Or was she actually into all this shit?

Who knows, but I don't trust her.

Seems like a gold digger.

But it would really help if I could process her in person

so stop ejecting me.

The Campbell Walter case was considered an anomaly.

After the fallout, an editorial appeared in the LA Times.

It called Sterling and Lisa "a dazzling, progressive couple

who charmed this cynic, convincing me their way of life

was more viable and fulfilling than mine."

Holding hands around the bonfire

singing Woody Guthrie songs.

Hippie living.

They grew their own food, lived off the grid.

Psychedelic drugs, orgies.

They even experimented with seances and hypnosis.

After Campbell Walter went to jail,

the commune folded

and Sterling took a job with Newcorp.

Where he developed weapons and got rich.

Yeah.

Looks like someone's home today.

Libert�, �galit�, fraternit�...

I said only one mouthful. Go on back to work, Grandpa.

Stay calm, you got this man.

Be direct.

So, the Cyborg shows his face. Welcome, Sir.

Good afternoon, Mr. Clark.

I didn't know your grandfather was up here with you.

He's just an old barfly I found.

I sobered him up. Gave him a new purpose.

That's nice.

I hear you have a new business venture.

Yes many exciting possibilities.

I don't mean to pry, it's just Bruce encouraged me stop by.

The cop. You know him?

Yes, I've met Bruce.

They're called peace officers up here by the way.

How's Lisa?

Well your wife is optimistic we can work something out.

That's why I'm here.

She's my ex-wife.

I thought you'd be smarter.

You already believe everything she tells you?

Well she is my client.

You Cyborgs are all about the money.

No better than attorneys when it comes to the truth.

Yeah, you're right. We're all liars, thieves.

Contract killers.

You find Mr. Mohawk swallowing swords at the carnival?

I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.

Hey, look... I'm just a peacemaker too.

Getting busy with her at my house, have you?

You've been spying.

Cards close to your vest, man.

I've been admiring your little figurines here.

This one looks familiar.

It passes the time.

Don't look at him.

Dylan.

Dylan, I'm losing you, man.

look away...

Draw your sleeper, you hear me?

Nope... stop!

Let's go.

My.

Lisa's really sunk her hooks into you, hasn't she.

I'm on your side too.

Give her the divorce.

You've got a Super fused into that skull

and you still don't have a clue, do you.

Somebody should really bash those brains in.

Put Clyde out of his misery.

You couldn't make it as a Green Beret

so you beat your Commanding Master Sergeant to a pulp.

Dishonorable discharge.

Poor failed, experimental cyborg.

Who have you been talking to?

"Divorce" was her idea... not mine.

I don't want to see her face or hear her voice again.

And that goes for you too.

You've got a big mouth.

Thank you. I have a way with words.

And I don't need a Clyde

to help me figure out what to say next.

I can do it all by myself.

We have to get away from him.

Turn and go. Keep moving.

Watch it...!

Go, go, go...

Fuck.

You got him.

He's out.

You alright there?

Dylan... Grandpa!

that went well.

He disabled me with his eyes.

I've never seen anything like it, Dylan.

I was moving in slow motion.

Yeah, same here.

This cut's pretty fucking deep.

They tried to kill you.

It's time to reach out to Bruce. Show him my surveillance.

So this one's for both physical and mental digestion.

Everybody take a little sip of perspective.

He'll be waking up soon. We should hook him up.

Yeah? On what charges?

Assault. Attempted murder.

Voodoo.

A little sip's not gonna hurt ya.

Maybe I should hook you up.

Where's that coming from!?

I'm just saying I'm not the judge, jury and executioner.

You saw Clyde's surveillance.

You trespassed on his property. You harassed him.

He attacked me.

You insulted him! I told you to play it cool!

Sitting in his chair all smug, playing with his carvings?!

So he feels threatened!?

You don't grasp the government's role out here.

It's lim-i-ted.

Thought Jefferson was about the individual.

What about my rights?

Deadly force is justifiable

if he thought you were gonna kill him.

Look man, you had a fight on his property.

He'll call it self-defense.

He's already tried to kill me. Dylan saw it.

You've been grinding your ax

and throwing around accusations since I met you.

And now you two are shacking up in his house.

You can shut up now.

Well that was fast.

Easy... it's not what you're thinking.

And how would you know what I'm thinking!?

I've got a gig to play.

Yep, we're gone.

But first, I'm gonna check in on Sterling.

You know, get his side of the story.

G'night all.

Thanks for the drink.

You actually believe you'll have a meaningful conversation

if you go over there again?

No, but I-I'm not just gonna sit here

and wait for him to come after us!

We can give the money back to Lisa.

Pick up and leave town. Forget any of this happened.

How is that even an option?! There's no way.

Listen to me...

This is going to end badly.

Look, I was paid well to do a job

and I'm gonna see it through.

This isn't the military Dylan. It's not a command.

It's not an order. You'll get yourself killed.

If we're smart and shrewd and play this right?

If we're aggressive, we can...

Then it's pre-meditated murder

so you can get your hands on his money.

And I promise every Super in the world sees it the same way.

You don't like what I'm saying.

No, no. I have the right to defend myself,

especially out here. He tried to kill me.

I can't help you commit felonies and you know that.

Bruce will arrest you if anything happens.

The play here is to give the money back to Lisa,

get on your bike, and let's go.

I'm sorry, Clyde.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Dylan...

He's not helping us.

Nope.

So what are we gonna do now?

I guess we'll just have to do it our ourselves.

What?

We need him! I hired you for a reason.

I'm not sure what else he can do at this point.

He already told me all about you two.

What does that mean?

The commune and the sex parties.

I was young.

When I was eighteen, I was still reading comic books.

Like you don't have a past.

I wasn't in a cult.

Epicureanism has been around for 2,000 years.

It can be a fun way to live.

Fun. Yeah...

Was it fun for Desdemona Jones?

You weren't there.

I know. That's why I'm asking you.

Anything I say won't matter.

You don't have any context!

Actually, you see I do.

I have a pretty good idea of what went on.

Get out of my house!

God! I don't need any more crazy fucks in my life!

Don't have time for this shit!

It was Sterling.

He got inside Campbell Walter's head.

And convinced him to kill Desdemona.

You have to understand what a...

suffocating force he's been in my life.

Aahh...

Easy on me, Aphrodite.

Aphrodite? I like that.

Call me that.

He's outside.

Good morning.

Hi Lisa, how are you?

Am I interrupting something?

You trying to enjoy a moment of domestic bliss?

What do you want?

After you zapped me, Dylan

I awoke to a profound conviction to make things right between us.

I had a very nice conversation with Bruce about it.

So...

I come in peace.

It's a critical time for us.

We're breaking ground on some new facilities,

so I can't let this distract me any longer.

We move forward with the settlement then.

Absolutely.

Now, as I told you...

Lisa lied to you.

We're divorced. It's official.

She changed her mind.

Not content with the annuity, not to mention the gold.

She did tell you about the fortune

in swiss bullion, am I right?

I spoke too soon.

You're evil.

Can't confirm or deny that just yet, darling.

But I will ask you to withhold judgement.

And Dylan...

I will ask you to consider

everything I've done for Lisa for the past twenty years.

In Jefferson... we don't leech off the system.

We are the system.

So in terms of resolving our little dispute

This triumvirate is our best chance.

I'll ask you to meditate a few days

on what you think a fair settlement might look like.

Cheers.

Perhaps I'm the one being cheated?

Shut up.

Shame doesn't help.

It never does.

In three decades most currencies will be irrelevant.

As it is written...

"Civilizations crumble but gold remains."

It's true.

So. I will take a moment to propose what I think is fair.

And then we'll get together and hash out an agreement.

Until then, be well.

He's right about the divorce... Except he pushed it through.

He forged my signatures.

I got nothing from him.

What about the gold?

He has it! He's lying!

If I had the gold, would I have hired you?

Maybe you just wanted me to kill him.

He's in your head.

It's all a bluff.

He will kill me before he hands over a penny.

If you knew that he was never gonna settle,

why would you hire me?

Because I thought Clyde could help us find it.

It's buried on his property somewhere.

Forty two million dollars.

Three hundred ten ounce bars.

A hundred and forty thousand apiece.

When we moved here, he tried to hide them from me

in these bags of soil.

And he caught me opening one.

Ruptured my eye.

Detached retina.

Sterling flew in one of the best

cybernetic specialists in the world.

It took six months to heal. I wouldn't speak to him anymore.

I locked the guest room.

I was afraid he'd break in and couldn't sleep.

And then I saw him leave with the gold.

And I couldn't follow him,

because the old man was waiting for me.

I left the next morning, and...

I've never been back.

Two thousand acres is a lot of digging.

Well Clyde will help us find it.

Right?

One time this photographer in LA

hired me for a modeling gig.

Sterling threw a hex on him.

The poor guy lost his mind.

You alright?

That just needs rum.

Feels like ten ounces.

Sterling planted it.

Do you really think I'd leave it out here!?

This is what he's good at.

Pitting people against each other.

Getting what he wants.

Nothing's changed.

You believe me, right?

Is Clyde gonna help us?

I think he will when this is over.

I won't lie to you.

I'll celebrate the day he dies the rest of my life.

You'll learn to celebrate with me?

You okay?

What? What... I'm...

What?

What are you doing here?

I had to...

I had to do it...

What?

Look at me.

What did you do?

I...

He told me...

to do it.

What's with the carving?

It's me.

It's me.

What the fuck are you doing here, Bruce?!

I had to do it.

He told... No!

No! It's me!

It's me!

No!

It's me!

Clear the cobwebs... Let's go back to the car.

It's me.

It's me...

Hey, enough of that, alright?

Look at me, Bruce. What happened?

We... went up there...

Sarah?

Where's Sarah, Bruce?

Where is she?

she...

Where is she!?

she... drowned.

What?

She drowned...

Just throw it in the water!

Throw her chip in the water.

He cut it out of her?

He bit her...

He bit her so hard.

Hello? Bruce?

You there?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Tell him mission complete.

Bruce!

Mission complete, alright? You threw it in the water.

Mission-complete...

What's that?

Threw it in the water...

Excellent.

Now come on back up. Over and out.

No! No!

No!

Hey...?

Drop it!

Now!

And the other holster, cowboy.

Slowly!

If that was my real Grandpa, you'd be dead already.

Where's Sarah?

I really enjoyed getting to know Sarah.

One of my best subjects...

Back up!

She's untrackable now, but she's safe.

I see you brought Lisa's little gun with you.

Trespassing with a firearm... that's intent to kill.

What do you want?

My gold.

I'm not greedy, just my half.

If you want to see Sarah again?

Get Lisa out of my house

and bring me one hundred and fifty bars.

Pick up your guns and leave.

And Dylan...

Lisa will kill you.

She strangled Desdemona in a fit of jealous rage.

I had to work my way into Campbell Walter's head

and get him to confess.

I got Lisa out of jail...

I gave her a life of wealth and privilege.

Even gave her a new eye.

And this is how she repays me.

One hundred and fifty bars.

had it all along...

Where is it?

Are you crazy... what are you doing?!

No, no, no he has Sarah. Tell me where the gold is!

he's lying...

Ask Clyde!

I swear to God, I don't know... I don't know.

P-please Dylan, Sterling buried it.

I'm telling you the truth...

he wants you to kill me...

Ask Clyde..!

You're just like him.

And you want it all to yourself.

You're a fraud.

If you kill me...

you won't see any of it.

Shit...

Yeah.

What happened?

Why is Lisa on the floor?

Where is it?!

Calm down.

What are you looking for?

Money?

Can't you see it or scan for it or something!?

We'll need time

to shoot a good aerial scan of the property, Dylan.

I have Dr. Paul in motion.

Stop moving...

Why?

You're in shock and you're losing blood.

And the blade's an inch from your spinal cord.

Just calm down, don't say another word, okay?

You've lost too much blood.

You need better wound irrigation a transfusion...

There's no time for that.

Tetanus vaccination, intravenous fluids,

probably surgery.

Am I still bleeding!?

Not at the moment... no.

Please, hurry up doc.

Alright.

If there really is forty-two million in gold,

Sterling has it.

What are we doing?

Talk to me, Boss.

You have to communicate.

What about those felonies I'm committing?

Still got a problem with those?

My only concern right now is finding Sarah.

Who's walkie?

Hello Bruce?

Hello?

What gives Bruce, where have you been?

I'm headed to Lisa's and wanted you with me.

Hopefully they've killed each other by now.

There's someone in there.

Bruce?

Think it's a person.

But untrackable.

No, don't...

I can break this.

Up-right. Up-down-right-down.

Sarah..?

what happened... Sarah!

Is it him?

It's Dylan.

Clyde...?!

I'm getting delta brain waves.

It's like she's sleepwalking.

My God...

What is this stuff?!

Sarah...

Stay with me.

Sarah!

Her vital signs are strong.

Your stitches opened up. You're bleeding again.

You're losing blood.

Where's Sterling?

I don't know.

He's going back for Bruce

and we'll be there waiting for him.

Copy that.

Looks like ol' Bruce is still in la Ia land.

I just need a minute...

Stay alert, Dyl.

Remember I can't track Sterling.

How ya doing?

I'm sorry for letting you down.

No. You've always tried to do the right thing.

Just...

Thank you for letting me come along for the ride.

I know it hasn't been easy.

Poor guy lost his mind.

Dylan!

Bruce!

Let's finish him off, okay?

You get the honor, you hit him as hard as you can... okay?

For goodness sake.

Is this the problem?

No! It's me...

You can't handle it, can you.

it's me...

Here... here-here.

Dy-lan...

Dylan, I'm here, and I'm trying to wake you up.

sorry I didn't see...

Sterling's shovel...

love you man...

gasp, cough, cough

Can you see me...?

Bruce, look at me.

You see me?

I see you now.

You okay, big guy?

You hungry?

You want a little snack or something?

Ok. We'll get Brucey some juicy-juicy.

Juicy-juicy...

But first?

Hit him as hard as you can... okay?

Hiya, Dylan.

How's your head feeling?

A little woozy I imagine.

How's Clyde?

Feeling a little lonely?

Kill him Bruce.

So... now we get to discuss a new arrangement.

How does that sound?

I can make you a...

a very wealthy man.

It's what you've always wanted.

Am I right?

I'll let you share...

You can't!