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MAN: There wasn't always a war with the Centauri

but in my lifetime, it's all I've ever known.

By the year 2050, six years after the first attack,

we'd lost so many things.

We'd lost the sky to electromagnetic domes

to shield the Earth from frequent air raids.

We'd lost the uncovered cities that the government forgot.

We'd lost democracy to global leadership.

We didn't expect peace anymore with the Centauri

because we came to see that peace wasn't their goal.

Their goal was Earth.

The ultimate land war, with no boundaries.

When I was a boy, I built toy rockets.

I wanted to explore space and discover new worlds.

I've never seen a Centauri,

but I knew what my father told me.

I knew they were genetically superior

and they came after us with no mercy.

I also knew they were the last thing my father saw.

I stopped building rockets.

There was no need for them.

I built weapons instead.

And I know my salvation.

Her name is Maya.

♪

IT IS THE YEAR 2079.

♪

A little hotter.

That's good. Music on.

(dance music playing)

No, no. Something else.

(music stops )

Hooker, John Lee.

(blues playing) That's good.

(laughs)

Go, Johnny Lee!

(laughs)

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ I'm gonna shoot you right down ♪

(giggling)

♪ Right off of your feet ♪

♪ Take you home with me ♪

♪ Put you in my house... ♪

TV on.

(yawning)

♪ Ow! ♪

Watch the news for me, will you?

News three.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of their beloved leader

hundreds of people have thronged

the Ballard Space Port as citywide preparations

are made for the Chancellor's arrival...

Spence, it's on!

Music off.

Water off.

...last week's brutal Centauri attack

on the Tolstoy Colony

of Asteroid X-83.

What'd I miss?

Alighting from a recent briefing

with high-ranking officials at Sector Eight

the Chancellor visits our region for a secret meeting

with government scientists.

Some secret.

Tolstoy colony was a bastion of peace and free expression

in this grievous time of war.

Why do they leak these things?

They want us to think that

she's Joan of Arc and not some warmonger.

Tonight, we'll both be shaking hands with that warmonger.

With one deadly strike...

Centauri stormtroopers

annihilated this idyllic community.

Well, I hope she likes talking politics.

This war crime will be avenged.

REPORTER: Firefighter robots

have finally extinguished the blaze

which has devastated Sutton Wood.

Over 600 acres of forest were razed

and authorities have closed off the area

to all hikers and picnickers.

The cause of the fire is unknown

but careless campers are most likely to blame.

Morning, Mr. Siegel.

Morning, Spence.

I don't think they'll get through the dome today.

They can, and they will, sir.

They can and they will.

A mob of raucous anti-war protesters

clashed with military troops, leading to 50 arrests.

The poorly-organized faction

expressed opposition to the Chancellor's

strategic response initiatives

and the faction's disruption

of a transit facility was declared

a Mercury-class public safety threat.

The protest was dissembled

thanks to a swift response

by military leaders.

No fatalities were reported, nor were there any...

TRANSPORT COMPUTER VOICE: Veterans Plaza.

This station is Veterans Plaza.

P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT: Stand clear of the platform.

I'll see you tonight.

All right.

(electronic clicking)

Morning.

Good morning, Nelson.

How you doing?

I am high-quality.

So tonight's the big night, huh?

Huge. Nervous?

No.

Decided what you're going to wear tonight?

Uh, no.

Don't overthink it.

Relax. I'll give you a tip.

She likes to be called Chancie

and when you get right up next to her

cup her right buttock in your hand

and jiggle it really fast.

She loves that.

(chuckling)

Tight security this morning.

I guess Chancie's a little paranoid.

So, how's my favorite girl?

She's beautiful as ever.

We went camping this weekend up in Sutton Woods.

She loved it.

Lucky you missed the fire.

Who says we missed the fire?

VETERANS HOSPITAL MED DOCK SOUTH

(Spencer's distorted electronic voice)

Whatever med-specs you give them

I want you to double the dosages

on your order estimates.

Yes, doctor.

And I want a nurse standing by until he stabilizes.

Yes.

How are we doing on synth plasma?

SR's still waiting.

Okay, well, I'll just have to contact Central Supply

and see if they send some in the next run.

We're way over capacity, Dr. Olham.

If you want to keep inviting more wounded

we're going to have to move the party to your place.

Ah, Dr. Carone, and I'm barely awake.

Rumor has it

there's another evac on its way here from Tolstoy.

I'd like to know why you told them we could handle them.

What do you suggest I do?

We could ask evac to reroute.

Oh, to a worse hospital.

Forget it.

I am all for the war effort.

I'm not interested in the war effort.

I just care about saving as many wounded

as I possibly can.

COMPUTER: Good morning, Dr. Olham. Please enter.

What do you care about?

This morning I'm saying goodbye to my youngest

and he says-- I swear to God--

"Dada, when I grow up

I want to be in waste management."

You tell me, should I worry?

Little Joey's on the slow side, isn't he.

You know, I pray nights he marries well.

There she is.

Three years of hard labor

and you are now the proud father

of an 80-ton baby girl.

July 16, 1945-- 5:29 a.m.

What?

Oppenheimer tests the first atomic bomb

in Alamogordo, New Mexico.

Ah.

Three weeks later

the weapon hits ground zero in Hiroshima, Japan

wiping out 140,000 people.

Oppenheimer sees the madness

and urges the UN to gain control of thermonuclear development.

Government turns around

and calls him a Communist sympathizer.

And when it was all over

Einstein said,

"Only two things are infinite:

"the universe and human stupidity

and I'm not sure about the universe."

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

I'd say it's ambivalence.

I don't have that luxury, myself

but then again, I see our people die every day.

Have we met?

This weapon is a godsend.

It will ensure the preservation of our race

and our faith.

NELSON: Right.

Do we know each other?

I work for the ESA.

The ESA?

You're here because of the Chancellor.

I'm Major Hathaway.

Special unit.

Enemy infiltration.

What's this about?

(zapping)

(groaning)

Spence! My God! What the hell are you doing?

Are you insane?

Do you know who this is?

Get off me! You're dead!

Take it away.

Are you insane?

NELSON: Hey, Spence, who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

You know who this is?

WOMAN: You know who this is?

NELSON: Who are you?

(drilling)

(voices speaking indistinctly)

(voices stop abruptly)

(ragged breathing)

(groaning weakly)

(high-pitched beep)

HATHAWAY: Good. You've come around.

I've been waiting on you.

You'll be thankful for those drugs.

Spencer Olham was a genius.

At 15 he'd mastered

differential and integral calculus.

Harvard, M.I.T.

Ph.D. in biochemical engineering

Cavendish Laboratory, top subatomic physicist

and all by the age of 23.

Outstanding.

No military record.

Father, John Olham, fighter pilot, distinguished service.

Ship went down in historic Z-12 dogfight.

MIA case until they found his body

at a Centauri P.O.W. camp.

He'd been flayed alive.

Young Spencer was eight years old.

Spencer Olham was a driven man.

I'm not happy about losing him.

And when I'm not happy, nobody's happy.

Wha...

Do you like jokes?

I have a joke for you.

Knock, knock.

Why are you doing this?

I'll say it one more time: Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Not Spencer Olham.

Three days ago our Special Ops team

intercepted a Centauri Intelligence courier.

This was on its body.

(alien language being spoken)

Centauri. Your native tongue.

Sounds like a wild boar on the make.

Anyway...

we muddled through it and decoded your plan

to infiltrate our installations

using humanoid robots.

What?! I'm a scientist.

You're a scientist.

You know, you things are really something.

It's not a mechanical robot at all...

but a genetic cyborg

evolved from synthetic DNA. It breathes...

sweats, bleeds...

but right here, right now

it seems to have no idea

what it is.

Now this will really excite you.

A Centauri hit list.

Humans targeted for murder

and then replication.

This morning we found your target--

Olham's name-- on that list.

Wha...

Wait a minute.

This is a mistake. Now, I-I-I...

I know you think you know

what's going on here

but I can clear this up very quickly. We have tests--

"We"?

methods-- you can run

a spiral core PET scan...

"We"? "We" who?

or DNA amplification using a...

Oh, I see you've learned to patronize, as well.

Please, listen to me. DNA amplification...

Your needle ship penetrated our outer dome.

You murdered Spencer Olham

when he was most vulnerable.

Somewhere outside the city.

Somewhere unrestricted.

-Where? Where is your ship?! -This is insane.

Please, please listen to me.

-I know you're a tool for assassination. -You have no proof.

Your meeting tonight with the Chancellor--

that's when you would detonate.

I am Spencer Olham, you crazy fuck!

Do you know when my dog pleases me most?

It's when he displays human qualities.

Sometimes he cocks his head, puzzled.

You're not the prototype.

We found this cyborg

trying to pass himself off as an engineer

at one of our Mars bases.

I'm telling you, my name is Jack Stoller!

You're making a mistake!

I got a wife and two kids!

Please don't do this! I'm begging you.

Please don't do this!

I'm Jack Stoller!

You're making a mistake!

My name is Jack Stoller!

My name is Jack Stoller!

Stop! Please stop!

Don't, don't, don't!

(screaming)

The Centauri U-bomb.

Annoying, isn't it?

If I could blow us all to hell, then what are you doing here?

You're not close enough to your target.

The U-bomb is programmed to coalesce at trigger phase.

Right now, you're just a useless curiosity.

(snapping fingers)

(speaking quietly)

SPENCER: Nelson...

Jesus Christ, don't let them do this.

Please, tell them it's me.

You know it's me... Nelson...

Remember my...

my wedding?

You got piss-drunk.

You hit on Maya

and you begged her not to tell me.

Well, she told me, Nelson.

I never brought it up. I forgave you.

And when Josh had an emergency appendectomy

I sat with you all night

and I asked you if you ever regretted having kids

in this miserable war, and you said, "No, because they

"made it all bearable.

They made it all worth it."

It's me, Nelson.

It's me.

Please, help me.

HATHAWAY: Memories...

senses, knowledge-- you pilfered them all.

But there was one thing you couldn't take

from Spencer Olham.

Do you know what that is?

"When the solution is simple

God is answering," I quote...

(whispers): Einstein.

I know who said it.

I want the answer.

Can God give you the answer?

What was it you couldn't take

from Spencer's dead body? Hmm?

His soul.

I forgave you, you son of a bitch.

HATHAWAY: Gentlemen

let's get started.

(metallic rattling)

(beeping)

(whirring)

That's right, let's get started.

(beeping)

Hathaway's a bit

on the slow side, isn't he?

Oh, too bad, he's a little dim!

Hey, I got a joke for you.

Here's my joke

for the day: Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Hathaway. Hathaway, who?

Hathaway

the real target.

You thought it was the Chancellor.

Fatal error.

(gasping)

Trigger phase activated.

Countdown, 30 seconds: Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock... "When the solution is simple

God is answering!"

Strap him in the Vivisec.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

That's right, you drill me.

You drill me real good.

We'll all go out

in a blaze of glory!

Long live the Centauri!

Target lock-- Kaboom!

He's playing with you.

He's trained to do that.

Strap in the robot.

Watch your fingers.

Ten... nine... eight...

♪ Nearer my God, to thee... ♪

(hums melody)

(grunts)

(screaming)

Get back!

Put the gun down! Get back!

Clear the room!

Get back!

(grunting)

(screaming)

(alarm blaring)

COMPUTER VOICE: Attention, all ESA units:

Enemy infiltration in progress.

Enemy infiltration in progress.

(alarm blaring)

(screams)

Oh, shit...

(groaning in pain)

(alarm blaring)

Damn it.

(voices in distance) I don't see anything!

Move! Run around that corner!

(gasping)

(alarm blaring)

(voices in distance)

(keypad chimes)

(indistinct shouting)

(gasping)

Double-check that quadrant!

Yes, sir!

(weapon cocking)

Affirmative!

All clear at 19-6!

Move back here!

(grunts)

(sighs)

(beeping)

(elevator descending)

(beeping)

(guards groaning)

(glass shattering)

(gasping)

MAN (on radio): Omega Six. Status.

Omega Two-Niner-Six. Status.

He's on his way to the surface.

Nelson...

Nelson...

(groans)

(beeping)

Shh, shh.

Hold on.

You're going to be all right.

Listen. Listen to me.

You're not going to die.

(beeping)

(weapons cocking)

(background radio communication)

(gasping)

(heavy thud in distance)

(beeping)

Veterans Hospital.

How may I direct your call?

Olham. Maya Olham.

I'll transfer you.

Maya...

Hi, this is Dr. Olham

at Veterans Hospital.

Please leave a message.

If this is a medical emergency

enter code 2112.

You'll have 30 seconds after the symbol.

Maya, Christ, I need to know...

Spence?

Maya.

Thank God.

Are you all right?

What did they do to you?

Where are you?

Tell me what they told you-- the ESA.

They told me that you've been

arrested for treason.

-They think I'm someone else. -They said that you're a spy.

-Maya, please listen to me. -Why you?

They want me dead!

Listen, there's a test.

In the hospital.

It's something they missed.

I took it three years ago.

A test? What does this have to do...?

If I can run another one

a comparative for proof, they'll see that...

You can't come... You can't...

-It's comprehensive. It's undeniable. -You can't come here.

You can't come here.

You're not...

You're not listening to them, are you?

(whispering): It's not safe.

COMPUTER VOICE: Locking down A-sector now.

Spence, I need to know where you are.

I'll come to you.

COMPUTER: Initiating lockdown.

I'll find you.

From 20 Kansas

through 19 Nevada. (static)

(gasping)

HATHAWAY: You'll be thankful for those drugs.

Move! Go! Go-go-go!

Get down!

Get down!

There it is!

(screams)

Get back! Get down!

-Watch its head! -Get down!

Hold your fire...!

(ragged breathing)

COMPUTER: Initiating lockdown

from 20 Kansas through 19 Nevada.

(heavy thud in distance)

(wind whistling)

(engines whining in distance)

(engines whooshing)

so... the first question I have for you, Major, is this:

Why are we having this conversation?

I take full responsibility.

Effective immediately

I'll hand the matter over to Captain Burke.

He's a good man.

Pick up your weapon, Major.

A good man is not what I need.

Is the replicant still pursuing its target?

We don't know.

What is the range of the bomb?

We don't know.

Is there a secondary trigger?

We don't know.

Given that the Chancellor is landing in four hours

is there anything you do know?

We know it's either in the evac tunnels

or out in the Zone.

I recommend you evacuate the city immediately.

You recommend that I set off a mass panic

and you can't even show me an X ray?

Mr. Secretary...

the Centauri are well ahead of us in nanotechnology.

The bomb, it eludes standard detection.

The explosive parts coalesce at trigger phase.

That's when you'd hear

a big boom.

(whispers): Don't screw with me, Major.

Now, tell me how we deactivate it.

We shoot it.

We can't shoot it.

because you can't contain it.

HATHAWAY: It believes it is human.

It wants to live.

It knows fear.

It will make a mistake.

In the genius lies the defect.

Lucky for us...

it bleeds.

And how many innocent men bled

for your mistakes

before you uncovered the first replicant?

Ten.

You don't lose any sleep over those dead men

do you, Hathaway?

We lost ten and saved 10,000.

I sleep like a baby, Mr. Secretary.

(electronic buzzing)

(electronic buzzing)

COMMS OFFICER: 533rd Street and Tyler Avenue.

Old Grid.

Census Bureau reports CimCode hit on Spencer John Olham.

GIRL: You shouldn't be here.

(gasps)

I said

you shouldn't be here.

(squeaking)

(rattling)

(indistinct conversation)

(gasping quietly)

(squeaking)

(squeak)

(whirring)

(pills rattling)

(melancholy melody playing)

MAN (over P.A.): Attention, all inhabitants.

You have 30 seconds to comply.

(engines whooshing)

Do not refuse, or you will be bodily removed.

Do not run, or you will be stopped by force.

(engines roaring)

SOLDIER: Go, go, go, go!

Go, go!

(soldiers yelling)

(woman screaming)

(crowd clamoring)

This man is a prison escapee.

Take a good look at him.

Have you seen him?

(indistinct conversation)

(knocking on door in distance)

(electronic whirring)

Burke, give me an update!

Zero read, sir-- either the masonry's too thick

or they still have lead paint up there.

All right, bring it out.

All right, let's go. Move it out!

All right, all right.

Switch it on.

(loud electronic humming)

Sir, we are draining 25% of dome power.

(electronic popping and pulsing)

HATHAWAY: Ready yourself, gentlemen!

One floor at a time, Sergeant.

Burke...

we are up, and now scanning

(over radio): the building.

I make four holdouts

ground floor, and a fifth on the second.

Second floor.

Command, this is Alpha T.

We've got the holdout

on the second floor.

(gasps)

I've got another one.

Third floor.

(gasps)

(rattling and rumbling)

(clattering loudly)

(gasps)

Looks like a runner heading upstairs.

78% probability by body mass.

That's fourth floor, Burke.

HATHAWAY: Identify runner on the fourth floor.

(anxious breathing)

Fifth floor.

Go.

(clattering)

HATHAWAY: Target is not moving.

(cables whipping)

NMR OPERATOR: There must be old motors up there.

Goddamn it, Sergeant, give me a fix. Getting magnetic

interference, sir.

(whipping continues)

It's topped out.

Go slow, Burke.

Your target is now on the roof!

SERGEANT: Sir, I am picking up...

Got him! Got him!

Target-lock: Eight meters

(on radio): east.

Go, go, go, go.

(metallic creaking)

(chains rattling)

Whoa.

Identify your target, Burke.

Target appears to be...

...a little girl, sir.

We're bringing her down.

Next building, gentlemen.

(grunting)

(gate creaks open)

(chain rattles, lock clicks)

(grunting)

WOMAN: He's too fucking hot.

-We shouldn't have brought him here. -MAN: What are you talking about?

The hotter he is

the bigger the bank-- you know that.

He's wanted by the ESA.

40 minutes, they're going to come get him.

Yes, ma'am.

Just let me see if I can trade something for him, okay?

(lock and chain rattling, gate squeaking)

(beeps)

Spencer John Olham.

Married.

No wants or warrants.

No history of infectious disease.

Work record...

...classified.

Now that jacket

and this full-auto Glock 18 say ESA

but everything else about you

smells like a shit backed-up civilian

waiting on a heart attack.

Which are you?

Look...

those troopers will be back

and they may not miss this place next time.

If you're smart

-...you'll just let me go. -Get up.

Get up!

So where would it go

if it was thinking like Spencer Olham?

Sir...

Next quadrant.

Yes, sir!

Fall in!

This way. Come on, this way.

MAN (on P.A.): ...at this time, all non-district personnel...

This way.

...at checkpoint D.

Security alerts are advised...

(engines whooshing)

INTERDOME BORDER

SPENCER: Border patrol.

That's right.

They pay good cash for runners like you.

You're going to turn me in to the ESA.

Life's a tragedy. Move!

Whatever you're going to trade me for--

whatever you can get, I'll triple it.

It's too late.

(grunts)

House allocation, food rations...

I can get you all of it. Come on, help me out.

Too late! (grunts)

See that dome right there?

A government program built that

after we were bombed by the Centauri

after we got turned into the Dead Zone.

See, that's how

you G-fucks always deliver-- too goddamn late.

Now get up. Move!

(grunts)

Walk.

Walk!

I'm not going back to them.

I won't die like that.

You can kill me, but I'm worth a lot more to you alive.

You're useless to me.

Drugs

narco-phetamines

adrenosteroids, pharmaceutical grade.

-What? -"Jump," "Delirium"

-anything you want. -So, what you think?

You've got me down? You think you know me?

All Zoners are junkies. Right? Right?

No, that's not what I meant. Not you.

You know, I don't like you. You keep saying all the wrong things.

Then listen to the words.

I'm not saying "junkie," I'm saying "payoff."

I'm offering you a real trade.

Punch in this CimCode:

746-218.

Come on.

Just do it.

Do it!

(hammer uncocks)

MAN (on P.A.): Grid units are advised

that all authorized and unauthorized personnel

arriving or departing dome check-in

are subject to high security clearance at this time.

"Maya June Olham."

Pretty girl.

35...

no wants or warrants.

Associate Director...

Associate Director

of Veterans Hospital, Central City Sector.

She's my connection.

And she'll do anything...

to get her husband back alive.

Now I know that you can run me into that city underground

and I can get you inside that hospital supply.

In and out, clean.

So, what's it going to be?

VETERANS HOSPITAL

HATHAWAY: Dr. Olham...

I'd like to convey my... my deepest regrets.

I had... great respect

for your husband

his work.

We all mourn with you.

I'm Major Hathaway.

Yes, I know who you are.

We haven't found your husband's body yet

but... every effort is being made

to locate his murderer

this "Impostor..."

Don't you think I'd know my own husband, Major?

I think we'd all like to believe

that this never happened.

And when did it happen?

This "switch?"

While we slept?

While he showered? When?

We don't know when.

Oh, so, you don't know for certain then, do you?

We know that the replicant poses

a real threat to the public, Dr. Olham.

And since it believes it is your husband

it will likely contact you

turn to you for assistance

or may have already.

Do you have a wife, Major?

Pardon?

Do you have a wife?

Yes.

Does she know you very well?

She knows I'm a human, if that's what you mean.

And how does she know that?

Because I'm not

on a Centauri hit list

and I'm not walking around with a bomb

in my ribcage.

And for every second that we debate

known facts, we are closer to mass murder.

So I need to ask you a couple of simple questions.

Has it contacted you?

No.

Do you have any idea where it might go?

None.

I'm sure if something occurs to you

you'll let Lieutenant Burrows know immediately.

My men will be escorting you home...

to grieve.

I have six wards running at twice capacity, Major.

I'll grieve when my shift is over.

Nelson Gittes is dead.

Murdered by the replicant

along with two of my men.

Oh, I'm sorry for them, too.

(patient coughing)

Take off your jacket.

There's a big difference between you and me

and I'm not talking about the obvious.

See, me, I ghost in and ghost out of the city.

You, the ESA will pick you off

at the first census post.

You're going to strip my CimCode?

WOMAN: Like I said, take it off.

He's going to need a knockout.

I don't have that much.

Whatever you got, keep it topical.

Already got enough shit in me to embalm a horse.

Government-issue Mercury Pentothal, my guess.

Hmm, powerful drug.

Give you bad dreams.

SPENCER: Yeah.

I've noticed.

You got anything to flush it with?

Adrenozine, maybe, but if we had that

this would be a real hospital, and, uh, I'd be a real doctor.

Watch his spinal cord.

(grunts)

You sure you don't want to be out for this?

SPENCER: Oh, shit.

This hurts.

(grunts)

(sighs)

Well...

now nobody's going to know you when you're visiting.

(high-pitched humming)

(skin sizzling)

(patient coughing)

(machinery beeping)

(man coughing)

Hey, put this on.

And get rid of that G-coat.

No, I'll, uh... I'll hold on to it.

Could be useful.

What'd she do with the CimCode?

Don't worry about the CimCode.

She'll shred it.

Now, let's go.

I-I-I'd like to keep it.

Souvenir.

BLUE LINE TUNNEL 2200 HRS.

Hey.

Wait here.

Wait right here.

(electrical buzzing)

What's up, guys?

MAN: Hey.

(indistinct conversation)

There's definitely something strange about that guy...

(bottle clattering)

(hammer cocks)

I think you've got some things

you forgot to share with me... Spencer.

What did they tell you?

Because if we don't have honesty in our relationship

we have a dead relationship.

I'm not what they say I am.

Then what are you?

Just tell me what they said.

No, I want you to tell me.

I want to hear it from you.

You tell me.

They told you... that they couldn't surface

because it's too hot up there.

There's too many military looking for someone

with my face

and my name.

And what else?

What else?

SPENCER: Doesn't this seem a little off?

Your friends know I'm public enemy number one,

that I'm worth something

and then they just walk away.

Does that seem like your friends?

(grunts)

(grunts)

How about a trade, Cale?

Let's talk trade.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(metal clangs)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(blade whining)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(groaning)

Come on!

Come on! Hey!

(grunting)

(yells)

(grunts)

(yells)

(gagging)

(grunting)

(clicking)

Safety.

(grunting)

(choking and gasping)

(groans)

(grunting)

(breathing heavily)

Where'd you learn

to fight like that?

What's your name?

Cale.

Is there anything else you want to know?

No.

Well, being that we've become so

goddamn friendly

why don't you tell me what I want to know?

All right, Cale.

The ESA think I'm a Centauri robot.

They think I have a bomb inside my heart

and that I've been programmed to kill the Chancellor.

(laughs)

Let's get moving.

(indistinct conversation)

Let's go.

WOMAN (on P.A.): ...gate 112.

Arriving on platform three.

Continuing to Central City, Sector South.

Transport available...

(beeping)

(electronic clicking)

MAN (on P.A.): Unauthorized aliens violating curfew

will be subject to arrest and confinement.

Also, aliens are required

to wear an identification badge at all times...

Through this plaza

swing east, another few blocks, we're there.

You know, when you say it fast like that

it doesn't sound so bad.

(anxious breathing)

He sees me.

Easy, easy.

He sees me.

(shuddering)

(distorted voices)

Come on, get up.

Come on... get up.

Get up... Get up...

What the hell is happening to you?

It's the drugs.

The ESA gave me psychotropics.

I can't carry you.

I need to hear that you're with me.

I can't trust my own mind.

They've gotten in my mind.

I can't tell what's real.

They want you to think that.

They're wrong about me.

I've done nothing. I'm a good man.

I didn't know he was in there.

My best friend.

The doors opened...

I think I killed my friend.

(engine whooshing)

How many you see--

ESA?

Exactly eight too many.

(struggling)

I'll just be a minute.

Olham!

Check the log!

Negative, no outgoing transmissions.

How about incoming?

One incoming within project sector...

Going back how far?

Data confirmed as of 0700 hours.

All right, it's time to jerk the leash.

I want a house arrest, with a 24/7 watch.

No, no, no

you keep all your men in place

until you hear from me.

I'm telling you, it's still prime stomping ground

if it still believes it's...

Dr. Olham.

WOMAN: Census Bureau reporting

new hit-- Veterans Plaza.

South Sector of main promenade, post number 4-niner-7.

That's behind us.

Affirmative, Major.

How long ago?

Which direction? Stand by, Major.

Patch it through to Burke, tell him to get over here

and turn and burn some bodies immediately.

Get me Burke.

VETERANS HOSPITAL 0015 HRS.

I got in close.

-I just... -Listen to me.

I don't care if you're crazy, doped up

or you want to fuck somebody because

they hurt your feelings.

I got you here.

Remember that.

I put everything on the line for you

-and I want my end. -You'll get it.

Olham...

Look, I said you'll get it.

You know

I'm beginning to think that the ESA got it right.

What do you mean?

I mean maybe you are a bomb.

Just don't blow up in my face.

HATHAWAY: Comm Center!

I'm at Post 4-9-7.

I need an update.

Census Bureau

reports target crossing your location 20 seconds ago.

Target heading south.

Lieutenant, take your men 1,000 meters south from here. Go!

CALE: You told me the hospital would be clean.

Just wait.

Why don't we just do

what you did?

Bump up against them and ask them to dance.

Just give it a minute.

(soldiers yelling)

SOLDIER: Let's go!

Okay, so now you got me interested.

And I won't work half blind, so tell me right now.

What's in there for you?

Proof.

They even have a name for where we are now?

It's called "Reallocation."

The military took finishing funds away from the hospital.

Come on. This way.

(grunting)

WOMAN (on P.A.): All available emergency personnel

Code three-three-three.

Emergent Medivac Unit arrival imminent

on Med Dock Five.

Countdown: five minutes.

Stand by.

I got another way.

Okay.

HATHAWAY: Second level, east side. Go!

Comm Center, I am now at Post 4-9-6!

Stand by, Major.

I need men up on the east side roof.

Target passed your position

15 seconds ago.

Right here?

Affirmative, Major.

It's here.

It's right here.

WOMAN (on P.A.): Emergent Medivac Unit arrival imminent

on Med Dock Five.

Medivac Arrival.

Clear landing platform. (engines roaring)

No, go back!

(loud rumbling and high-pitched whine)

WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention, all available emergency personnel...

Code three-three-three.

Emergent Medivac Unit arrival imminent

on Med Dock Eight.

Countdown 90 seconds.

(staff clamoring)

Medical beds in SICU-4!

Anybody got a top sheet on this one?

(soldiers shouting)

Move it out! Come on!

Over here! Over here!

(crowd clamoring)

(rapid beeping)

HATHAWAY: Keep all your men in place until you hear from me.

WOMAN: Target crossing your location.

It still believes it's Dr. Olham.

...passed your position 15 seconds ago.

PHARMACEUTICAL STORAGE 0119 HRS.

(computer beeping)

(computer buzzes)

Hey, Olham.

Olham.

What?

Make me a giraffe.

(computer beeping)

Somebody's coming.

(softly): Come on!

Hurry up.

Come on.

(beeping)

COMPUTER VOICE: Good evening, Dr. Hall.

Please enter.

Only now would I call this

a good day.

Get what you need, and get out.

You don't want to be here inside five minutes.

(pneumatic hissing)

Cale

don't waste your time there.

The stuff you want is on the third level.

You're into the immunomeds now.

That's all... macroantibiotics.

I heard you.

Yeah, well

that stuff's worth nothing to you

unless you got Thaipox.

(pneumatic hissing)

The woman

in the Zoner hospital.

It's for her

isn't it?

And the others.

Look for something called Omnicillin.

It's a big gun.

The military uses it for Thaipox

and everything else.

Now, you got about two minutes to do your damage

and get the hell out of here.

Right now, you can leave through the front door.

After that...

Olham.

Don't shoot yourself.

(beeping)

Check station.

SPENCER (on video): So, drill me.

Drill me real good.

We'll all go out in a blaze of glory!

Long live the Centauri.

Target lock.

Kaboom!

Major, if I can suggest...

So...

when we were running

in idiot circles, when did we pull troops?

Captain Burke?

I pulled about a third of my detail

from the project site, sir.

What about the chancellery?

In place-- full complement.

Lieutenant Burrows

how many men do we have at the hospital?

WOMAN (on P.A.): Attention, all personnel.

An efficient hospital is a cooperative hospital.

Please remove all medical waste materials

and dispose of materials in waste containers.

Busy night.

15 hours straight.

Thank Administration.

She sends another evac every five minutes.

That's not very nice, Dr. Carone.

She speaks so highly of you.

I'm sorry.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Where is my wife?

I don't know.

She left with the ESA

maybe a half-hour ago.

You know what this is?

A data spool.

For?

Molecular-core PET scan.

Very good. Now, I want you

to run a comparative test for me

and no... I don't have time to schedule an appointment.

(beeping and whirring)

Where's the alarm?

We don't have one in here.

(computer powering up)

Look, this has not been one of my better days

so, just give me my five minutes of machine time.

(deep electronic humming)

(electronic clicks and beeps)

(computer beeps)

(electronic whirring)

(clattering)

(clamoring)

(probes clicking)

Lie still.

(keypad beeps)

(rhythmic electronic whirring)

(beeps)

(soldiers yelling)

(machine humming)

(electronic clicking)

(machine humming)

Call security.

Spencer Olham is in the MPS room.

I'll find ESA.

(heavy sigh)

(computer humming intensifies)

(machine clunking)

(computer blipping)

(beeping)

(machine clattering)

(beeping)

(machine groaning)

Olham!

Walk away.

Right now!

Right now!

GUARD: Don't move! Do not move!

(grunting)

No, no, the orderly's with...

The orderly's with him!

(men grunting)

(yells)

(gunfire)

(grunting)

(glass shattering)

(unsheathing knife)

(groaning)

(grunting)

(hard blow landing)

(grunting and groaning)

(groaning)

Here.

(groans)

(soldiers yelling)

WOMAN (on P.A.): Security alert! Security alert!

There is a security breach in east wing Pharmacology.

All security personnel to the east wing...

It's him! There he is!

(grunts)

(Spencer panting)

(gasps)

(men yelling)

MAN: Hold your fire!

Don't want cross fire.

He's got nowhere to go.

(grunting) (people screaming)

(groaning)

GUARD: Let's move!

Come on, move up here!

Come on, move, move, move!

(panting)

(people screaming)

(panting)

(people screaming)

Don't you move!

-WOMAN: Help! -BURKE: Get down! Move it!

Move it! Get down!

Get out of the way!

(Spencer panting)

Get down!

Get out of the way!

Get down! Get down!

(clattering)

(gunshots)

(people screaming)

HATHAWAY: Burke, where is it?

Is it down?

I had a bead on it, sir.

Is it down?!

It was in my sight, sir.

WOMAN 1: I need a crash cart, now!

WOMAN 2: We lost this one.

BURKE: Move out! Find me a body!

Give me your weapon.

-What? -Give me your weapon!

GUARD 1: Straight back!

Just go straight back!

GUARD 2: He went that way!

He have a way out?

HATHAWAY: Eyes open!

WOMAN (on P.A.): All available emergency personnel

code three-three-three.

Emergent Medivac Unit arrival imminent

on Med Dock Eight.

Countdown 90 seconds.

Lieutenant, get me two men up there.

Two, go.

(man panting)

(footsteps)

Burrows.

Take a good look at this.

If you had this kind of tenacity

you'd be a general by now.

I need a status report.

There's 80,000 square feet down there, Major.

We're still searching.

Of course they are.

(engine humming)

(reporter speaking on TV in background)

WOMAN (on TV): As reported earlier

the Chancellor was scheduled to return to the city

for a function at the Defense Bureau

earlier tonight

but that event was canceled without explanation

and the Chancellor's precise whereabouts are unclear.

That blaze in Sutton Wood

seems to be finally coming under control.

Fire-fighting robots are said to have 90% containment

as of this hour.

Investigators are still unable to declare

an official cause of the fire

but they say they are taking seriously eyewitness reports

about an electrical anomaly

in the Sutton Dome just a few hours...

SPENCER: They went camping

this weekend up in Sutton Wood.

Dome Authority has already ruled out a lightning strike...

Lucky you missed the fire.

...as the cause of that anomaly.

(beeping)

(whispering): Maya.

(whispering): Are they still there?

Are they right outside?

Maya, listen to me.

If it's safe, then meet me...

Don't say any more.

You've got to trust me.

-Trust me... -Spence.

Please!

If you still believe in me...

all I ask is that you... you meet me.

Meet me where we first met.

That's all I ask.

(wind whistling)

(insects chirring)

(gate creaking)

(fence rattling)

(gate clanks)

(yelling): Spence?!

(echoing): Spence?!

(gasps)

SPENCER: Keep walking! (gasps)

Where are you?

Maya. (gasps)

Oh, God.

Did they follow you?

No.

I know you're afraid.

I know what they told you.

That some ship got through the dome

and landed somewhere outside the city.

A cyborg destroyed my body.

They were right...

in theory

but they made one crucial error...

I don't understand.

The ship crashed.

You see, that's what- that's what caused

the fire.

They miscalculated.

The Centauri never got to me!

I know

the ship is here.

I can find it.

I'll show you.

Do you believe them?

You're bleeding.

Do you believe them?

I don't know what to believe.

They were in the house for hours.

They told me things...

They said you killed Nelson.

They searched the house.

They-they... they went through our clothes...

Did they hurt you?

No.

They kept grilling me...

asking me for proof of God.

All I could think of was you.

I don't expect anything from you.

I just wanted to see you again.

No.

What?

I don't believe them.

You're the only one I can trust.

(soldiers yelling)

I love you.

They'll kill you!

(soldiers yelling)

Spence!

(shouting)

(gasping)

(shouting)

(gasping)

(helicraft engine whining)

(shouting)

(shouting continues)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(distant voices)

(echoing): We got to find the body.

(approaching voices)

We got to get inside!

We got to find the pilot!

(grunts)

(shouting)

Maya, help me!

(both grunting)

(shouting)

(grunting)

HATHAWAY: Olham!

Spencer!

You were wrong!

Yes, I was wrong.

You were wrong!

I know that now.

You listen to me.

You need to come over here with us.

Come on.

Spencer, listen to me.

Spencer, listen.

We decoded more of the Centauri hit list.

Cryptography had it wrong.

You need to come over here

with us, Spencer.

It's moving. Listen to me.

You do not want to see

what's in there. Go ahead, shoot me.

Spencer, you don't want... You stay back!

Just shoot me. Go ahead.

You do not want to see what's in there.

Shoot me. You do not want to see...

(gasps)

Spencer...

it wasn't you who they wanted.

You were the link to the Chancellor.

Please...

It was her target.

Yes.

You were just a decoy,

a dupe.

Spencer, please, don't believe him.

That is not your wife.

That thing...

murdered your wife.

MAYA: Don't listen to them... please...

don't!

(gasping)

Look at me.

Come to me.

No... no...

(ragged breathing)

Steady.

Steady, Spencer.

(soldiers conversing in distance)

I didn't know.

I... How could I know?

This morning, we...

Get away from her! Sir, sir...

Get away from her!

-Get away from her! -All right, get back!

-Yes, sir. -Get back!

HATHAWAY: It would've massacred us all.

You know that, Spencer.

MAN: Major!

(grunting)

Major!

Major!

Yes.

(grunting)

(metal creaking)

(gasping)

Oh, God...

If that's Olham...

(beeping)

(rumbling fades)

(wind whistling)

(monitor beeping)

We've been able to accelerate your regimen

in the past two weeks

but I need you to keep coming back, huh?

You're not all better yet.

Now this is the medicine I need you to take.

NEWSCASTER: Observable from space, this is the blast

as seen from a defense platform...

I'm all right. Feel better, huh?

...14,000 kilometers above Earth.

And it is now also confirmed

that among the several thousand casualties

were Major D.H. Hathaway of the Earth Security Agency

Dr. Maya June Olham of the Veterans Hospital Administration

and Dr. Spencer John Olham, with the Defense Bureau.

Spencer Olham had been wanted in connection

with espionage charges, which came as a shock to many

who remembered him only

as a deeply-principled and patriotic man.

We lose lives to progress.

It's a necessary sacrifice.

As a layman...

I want to see peace in my lifetime.

REPORTER: Dr. Olham, if I could just get you

to elaborate just a little bit on....

No. No. You'll excuse me.

I, uh, I was just on my way home

to reacquaint myself with my wife.

REPORTER: Thank you, sir.

You knew him?

NEWSCASTER: The government's increased scrutiny

comes as a result of the discovery of biocontaminants...

I'd like to think so.

(passionate breathing)