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-[indistinct whispering]
-[theme music playing]

[Muzak playing softly]

-[indistinct automated voice]
-[man clears throat]

Are we good to go?

Absolutely, sir.
We're gonna crack him like a walnut.

Can we at least try
to stay on schedule this time?

[both] Yes, sir.

Hey. I'm asking out that piece of ass
from payroll. The one with the--

[man] Jesus, Miles!

They told you at sensitivity training
you can't talk about women like that.

[Miles] I'm just expressing my
appreciation for the female form. God!

[machine whirring]

-Alanna's turned you into such a pussy.
-[sighs] At least I'm getting some.

[Miles scoffs] Let's do this.

[soft island music playing]

-[bones crack]
-[sighs]

Who are you?

[Russian accent]
The one who's asking the questions.

Chain.

[exhales heavily]

[both grunting]

Sorry. No neurachem here.

[both grunting]

No combat conditioning,
no reflex aggression.

[grunting]

Your reaction times are slowed,
strength and stamina limited.

[grunting]

-[groans]
-And your bones...

are weakened.

[screams]

[beeping]

[soft jazz playing]

-[Elliot] It's not here.
-[Poe] What're you looking for?

[Elliot] Don't know.

[Poe] Then how can you be certain
that it's not there?

'Cause nothing is here.

Night before Lizzie was found
in that alley,

three hours are missing
from the Suntouch surveillance data.

I need to see her.

Maybe she'll talk to me again.
Tell me what happened.

She's making progress.

But if you intervene now,
she may become worse than before.

Are you serious right now?

Deadly. I adore All Hallows' Eve.

The history, the tradition.

The amalgamation
of various cultural celebrations,

including Día de Muertos,
Thanksgiving, and of course, Halloween.

The holidays are about people, families,
flesh and blood connecting.

Something you'll never understand.

The many years I spent in solitude,

I learned the exquisite torture
of loneliness.

I became insane,
with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I gotta get out of here.

Perhaps in the holiday spirit,
you could apologize to Mr. Kovacs

for your abysmal showing
at Suntouch House.

Come again?

It could be characterized more as
"fuck up" than "backup."

Listen, El Matador,
I don't want your advice.

Of course, sir.

I don't give a shit about
a fuckin' apology. [scoffs]

-Where is Kovacs?
-In this instant? How would I know?

I cannot begin to imagine.
I respect his privacy.

You hacked his ONI, didn't you?

Would be unethical in the extreme.

That is a yes, stalker. Turn on ONI 20.

That function is intended only for use
when one misplaces the hub,

perhaps losing it behind the couch,
leaving it in the kitchen--

-Poe, just turn it on.
-Mmm-hmm.

[gasps] Where am I?

[groans]

You're in a virtual interrogation program
at the Wei Clinic.

This place specializes in data extraction
from unwilling subjects.

So, let's begin.

Who do you work for?

[Quell] If they catch you,
they will torture you.

But virtual is like everything else.

Assume nothing.

Only then can you truly see
what you're dealing with.

Understand there is no conditioning
that can prepare you

for having cigarettes stubbed out
in your eyes,

for being burnt to death, being raped,

drowned, suffocated,
over and over and over.

DHF made it possible
to put someone in virtual,

torture them to death
and then start again.

But it's not real.
Even Kovacs can handle it.

To the mind, pain is pain.

Torture, die, repeat.
Eventually, you'll break.

-And if it doesn't stop, you'll go insane.
-So what do we do?

[Quell] The mind does interesting things
under extreme stress.

Hallucination. Displacement. Retreat.

As Envoys, we learn to use those things,

not as blind reactions to adversity,
but as moves in a game.

Again.

Who do you work for?

[breathing heavily, mutters indistinctly]

What?

[soft murmur]

[sighs]

Yes? [grunts]

[sniffles and groans]

Very cute, Ryker.

[groans]

Pliers.

Who the fuck is Ryker?
My name is Ava Elliot.

Oh.

-We took the tracker off you.
-Tracker?

Clever, you putting it
in your broadcast blocker.

But this building has been fitted
with transmission dampers.

From the minute you walked in...

well, when we rolled you in...
your signal vanished.

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Look at this.

I don't see anything.

Right. Neither do I.
It's because there's nothing there.

But I saw him.

Right, so assuming you weren't
overreacting or on your period--

-I'm about to overreact.
-Whatever.

I thought, how can Ortega see something
if it shows up as nothing?

So, I wrote a little program for you

to filter for air movement
around the latent data.

I mean...

Look at that.
I've never seen anything like that.

I've heard rumors,
but I thought they were bullshit.

This distortion, right there,
that's where data was removed.

What? Like image block patch?

You're adorable. That is ancient tech.
This is something new. Bleeding edge.

[Abboud]
Even if this guy disabled Ortega's ONI,

it's not like he can evade every camera
in the entire city.

It's not disabled.
He somehow got the ONI to not see him.

-That should be impossible.
-[Ortega whispers] Shit.

So if he can scale it up, he can block
from cams, surveillance, scanners.

He could vanish completely from footage.

Practically speaking, he's a Ghostwalker.

Like in Master Mage,
Search for Dark Dominion.

This isn't a game, Mickey.

This is so much cooler than a game.
What did he look like?

I don't know. Asian, medium build,
5'8", maybe 5'10".

Mustache, I think. Wait a minute.

What?

We looked for footage
from the Henchy case, right?

To try to find out where she fell from.

Not everything's about that case.

But what if he can erase someone else too?

-We should take this upstairs.
-It's a little thin.

Your proof of a suspect
is footage without him in it.

It's fuckin' anorexic.

Okay, so how do we make surveillance cams
see what can't be seen?

I mean, I can search
the optical progression algorithms,

-and, like, hunt for sequential cascades--
-Do it.

-This is a bad idea.
-It's great.

-No.
-Bad idea.

-Don't worry.
-Look, inventory is all up my ass

about this missing Hawkeye tracker.

-See you later tonight?
-Oh, I wouldn't miss Alazne's cooking.

-I told you to stop calling her that.
-And I ignored you.

Hey, Mom. Everything okay?

[in Spanish] This kitchen is a mess!

How can you cook anything here?

I never cook, Mom.

[in English] You're creeping my stash
so you can turn it!

[in Spanish] Your uncle is telling me
I got the wrong cheese.

[yelling indistinctly]

[Alazne] I swore your grandmother,
God rest her soul,

used pepper jack in her chiles rellenos,

but now your uncle is insisting
it's Oaxaca...

[in English] Y'all are worse
than pussy-ass thugs on the street!

That's it.

[in Spanish] Mom, hang on one sec.

[in English] Trying to have a conversation
with my mother,

and if you knew the mood I was in,
you'd be well-advised to shut the fuck up!

Moms look like you, huh?

I should tap me in
so I can get a look-see.

Schedule my first mother-daughter
three-way when I get out.

-Piece of shit.
-[grunts]

[in Spanish] Mom?

Don't worry.

I'll not pick up some Oaxaca
on my way there.

[chuckles] I adore you.

-I'll wait for you here.
- I love you too.

[in English] Hey, take the goddamn collar
to sleeve holding.

[officer] Mmm-mmm. Sorry, off the clock.
Lucky we brought him in at all.

[Ortega] Who's gonna slab
this piece of shit? Huh?

Nobody left in processing.
It's All Hallows.

Do it yourself or just leave him.
He ain't going nowhere. [chuckles]

Help is not coming.
It's just you and me, Ryker.

Now, why did you come to Jack It Off
asking about Lizzie Elliot?

Because she's my daughter. I'm not Ryker.

So, the tracker was police issue,
which makes sense.

[breathing heavily]

You being policeman and all.

[screaming]

I don't know you. I'm not Ryker.

[stuttering]
Who hired you to kill my brother?

Dimi the Twin.

[distorted]
You always did think small, Ryker.

I'm so much more than that.

You can't imagine how many sleeves
I've ridden... [stuttering]

...what it's made me.

You know what they call people
with personality frag where I'm from?

Fucking insane!

Where you come from?

You are not an alien, then.

We make progress.

[Quell] Victory can have many meanings.

Does that mean
there's a way to beat virtual torture?

Do any of you know the story
of Iphigenia Deme?

Iffy Deme was a great fighter
on Adoracion.

The Protectorate sent CTAC
to pacify the planet.

Her family was slaughtered.
Iffy was captured, tortured.

She died a hundred deaths.

They thought they had broken her.

[Kovacs] And then she asked
to see the top brass.

Said she'd only confess to them.

She got the top 17 CTAC officers on planet
into a room with her, in the real.

They didn't know she'd been implanted
with enzyme-triggered explosives.

The enzyme was fury-related.

[Quell] When they were all around her,

waiting for her to betray
her fellow rebels,

she let herself get angry.

She turned the room and the surrounding
50 square meters into ash.

Her last words,
strapped to the interrogation table,

where they'd raped and killed her
over and over again...

"That's fucking enough."

In VR interrogation,
they control the construct.

I can teach you how to manipulate virtual
in ways they will never anticipate,

because they won't believe
it's possible.

How do we learn?

By doing. Trodes on.
You're going into the pipe.

[Kovacs] Let me guess.
This is gonna hurt. [sighs]

[softly] No one knows about Iffy.

All the rebels were killed.

The only ones
who would remember what happened--

Were the interrogation team
loaded in from off-site.

She was my friend.

-I should have died with her.
-Why didn't you?

They sent me out. Not high-ranking enough.

You were just their bloodhound,
trained to hunt us down.

You knew what I was
when you let me in.

Was it different because you could
put a face on one of the dead?

See you soon.

[Kadmin] I'm going to wear
my brother's face while I watch you die.

And you are going to tell me
who got you out

and why they sent you after me,

because no way you have the skill,
or the balls,

to take me out on your own, Ryker.

Who the fuck is Ryker?

Wrong answer.

[Miles] Okay. Let's start it again.

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

[indistinct chatter]

[man speaking Spanish]

[in English] No, no, no, no.

Queso valladares is the best.
Melts the fastest.

-Gracias.
-[chuckles]

You look so thin. Are you eating enough?

I eat plenty. Come on.

[sighs] I'm fine. I'm fine. I can walk.

No. You're sleevesick. Come on.
It's okay, it'll pass.

The fuck is this,
where he keeps his tampons?

[man] Ah! That's a Nemex.
Never seen one of those up close.

Goddamn, this guy's got
a high pain tolerance.

-[Miles] How much longer this gonna take?
-Better not be late.

I've got reservations
for Alanna's birthday tonight.

I'm surprising her--

Immolation program's up next.
This shouldn't be long.

[Kadmin] Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

Or gas and a blowtorch.

Comme ci, comme ça.

[humming]

Who hired you to kill my brother?

[gasping]

-He came to kill me.
-Like he'd bother.

You went away for RD'ing
a CTAC officer, Ryker.

You shouldn't be out.

You're supposed to be spun up
for trial soon.

You'll pull three lifetimes
if you're lucky.

The evidence is overwhelming.
I should know. I planted it myself.

It's not easy to take out a cop.

You got a cigarette I can borrow?

Never mind. Found mine.

No, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait, wait!

[stammering] Okay, my name is...

My name is...

[Kovacs whispers] Fuck you.

[panting]

Fuck you. Fuck you!

[laughing]

[gasps and screams]

[indistinct chatter]

[man in Spanish]
Your mom's not gonna believe this.

[Ortega]
Yup, she's not gonna believe this.

[both chuckle]

[in Spanish] Finally, the cheese is here.

What the hell?

[in Spanish] Oh, calm down, Alazne.

[in English] It's like you've never
seen a tattoo before. [scoffs]

[in Spanish] It's Grandma.

Happy Day of the Dead.

How did you do it? Isn't she Neo-C?

-Kids! Leave those boxes alone!
-[children chatter, groan]

She renounced her coding
after Grandfather died.

[Alazne] God rest his soul.

And that sleeve you gave her, my God.

-[Ortega] Was the only one on special.
-[Alazne] What?

Mama, stop. Relax and enjoy.

-This is what everybody does.
-Oh, well--

Yes. Rent a sleeve for special occasions,
spin up your loved ones.

Especially on Día de los Muertos.

Family together, having fun.

Look how happy she is.

[children laughing]

-Again, Grandma, again!
-No, no, no.

Grandma is tired. Come on, come on.

May God forgive you, daughter.

[Quell] You have to fight the despair.

[gasps and pants]

What am I doing here?

The program pulls
subliminal memories of trauma.

Someplace you felt trapped.

First step
is how we experience helplessness.

What do you do when you can't get out?

[grunts]

[grunts]

Now what? They control the construct.
They send more and you're still here.

[grunting]

[screams and pants]

You have to beat the player, not the game.

There are some things
you can't kill your way out of.

[straining]

[grunting softly]

[Miles] Look at these pain centers.
It's like Christmas at the Vatican.

What the fuck is up with this guy?
How is he still holding out?

-[Ortega in English] Hey. Nice pie.
-[Abboud] Hey. Well, this is homey.

Yeah. Any progress on our ghost?

Mickey's working on the program
over the holiday.

-I don't think he has a family.
-He is not as lucky as I am.

Ay, Samir, buena noches.

Happy All Hallows.

Oh, it used to be

you were the one everyone thought
was a problem walking in. Not now.

Remember my mother?

Uh, maybe five is enough, Mama?

[in Spanish] Please. Your father,
he was the true believer.

I only went to church for a little blood
of Christ, if you know what I mean.

Mom, there are traditions here!

You're a bad example to the kids.

[in English] Me? The traditions,
they tell you to live without love?

Hmm? You think this is a good thing?
It's a fucking tragedy.

[children chuckling]

Maybe we should only get one body.

But then you have to enjoy it, huh?

Not feel trapped
every minute of your life.

Ah!

Con permiso. I have to pee.

[children giggling]

-Hey, guys! I'm peeing standing up!
-[children laughing]

I know Abuela sounds happy and funny,
but remember, God gave you one body.

After you die, if you spin back up,
you will never be welcome in His Kingdom.

You know what, tío?
It's hard to believe in a god

that would not allow
murder victims a voice.

-God works in mysterious--
-There's no mystery to it.

When you've seen rape victims,
murder victims,

people stabbed and shot and strangled,

you know the only right thing to do
is to spin them back up

so they can point a finger
at the piece of shit...

-[children chuckling]
-Okay, sorry. Bad guys who attacked them.

We just want to give them
some measure of justice before they rest.

The dead should not speak.

I wish you'd have come to church today.
Father Huerta talked about miracles.

Oh, this is a miracle, right here.

The fact that people don't have
to die anymore, that's a miracle.

Only God can perform miracles, mija.

Okay, well,
didn't God create the explorers

that led us to the Elder ruins
and the metal for stack technology?

The devil can lead men to damnation
like God can lead them to salvation.

What does that mean?

[grandmother] Your mother,
she always drags out the devil,

waves him around
when she's losing an argument.

It's fucking torture.

[children laughing]

[beeping]

[grunting softly]

Christ, will you break already?
I have somewhere to be.

Inconsiderate fucking douche.

[breathing heavily]

[screams]

[screaming and panting]

[Quell] The pain will be without limit,
the interrogator without mercy.

It is a universe of suffering.
There will seem to be no end.

Accept that it will never stop.

Scream your way through it,
or cry, or bleed.

Let them think
they have begun to break you.

-Remember only one thing.
-What's that?

An animal in the forest
is caught in a trap.

It will flail, bite, snap, try to escape,

gnaw its own leg off.

You are no animal.

You are an Envoy.

-[grunting, panting]
-You aren't trapped. You're waiting.

Your enemy is not the interrogator.

Your enemy is despair.

They control the construct.

Wait, find the weakness in your enemy,
and then, get to the next screen.

[panting]

You should know
there's nothing I won't do.

Nothing, if it will save you.

What if I can't be saved?

We are patient.

We wait. We endure.

We find the weakness, and then we strike.

Even if it is only to destroy
the weakness in ourselves.

Don't reset. Cortical stimulation.
Wake him up.

Check out the time. We're going into OT.

[man] Alanna is literally gonna kill me.

I'm thinking I'll take the arm next.
I hope you're a lefty.

[Kovacs exhales]

Hey. You reach a certain age,
it happens to all of us.

Well, some of us.

[sighs]

What's the problem?

We're off the clock
and the client's not done yet.

He wanted authorization
for additional time and protocols.

-Pull him out.
-Yes, sir.

[soft Latin music playing]

-Mama.
-[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[in Spanish] Will you say goodbye to her?

[Alazne sighs]

[softly in Spanish] It's okay. It's okay.

[in Arabic] Sometimes we must realize
that faith evolves as we do.

[in English] Is it evolution, using the
work of aliens to extend our own lives?

[in Spanish]
Are we even God's creatures any longer?

Why am I asking you?

We don't even believe in the same god.

[in Arabic]
But we both believe in the soul.

And so does your daughter.
Cut her some slack.

[in Spanish]
When did the world get so complicated?

[in Arabic] When God put people into it.

[Alazne sighs]

[gasps] What the fuck?

You're not authorized to go into overtime.

Your programs are shit.
They're not working.

I need something better.

There's nothing wrong with the programs.

So you want me to believe
this man can't break.

Everyone breaks.

I've got something just out of Beijing
called Helminth Code.

The one time we ran it,
the woman had a psychotic break.

-You use this, he's not coming back.
-Hmm.

If I get answers, that's fine.

Mr. Phillips, a call for you.

-Can it wait?
-It's her.

[low screeching]

[takes deep breath]

[groans]

[pants]

[screeching and hissing]

Last time I'm gonna ask.

Who hired you to kill me?

[low screeching continues]

[creature squealing]

[whimpers]

[Quell] Convince him you are broken.

He believes you are the one in the trap.
Use that.

-[Quell whispers] Hallucination...
-[mumbles]

-...displacement, retreat.
-[mumbling] Displacement, hallucination.

You're talking to yourself. [chuckles]
I'm finally doing something right.

[grunts] No, wait, wait.

No. No. No, wait. [whimpering]
Wait. Wait.

You-- You're right.

You're right. I'm-- I'm Ryker.
I'm-- I'm Ryker. I'm Ryker.

Who hired you?

[stammers] I don't know. I don't know.

-You're lying!
-[gasps]

-[grunting]
-Play dumb all you want,

but I know the kind of firepower
that came after me

means this is something big.

And the fact that you won't roll
on this guy...

just means that you think
he's more dangerous than me.

You're wrong.
I am what you need to be afraid of.

Take what is offered...

and use it.

[creature screeching]

[Ortega in English] Mom loves you.
She's just confused, you know?

Things changed too fast for her.

Are you talking to me, mija?
[grunts] Or to yourself?

He was a handsome devil, your abuelo.

I remember what it was
to lose my life's great love. [chuckles]

The finality of it, the emptiness.

I miss him.

I'm sorry, I was gonna say I'd spin
Abuelo up, too, next All Hallows,

but I forgot he's still coded.

And up in Heaven.

-You really believe in that?
-[chuckles]

-Me?
-Yeah.

I don't, but he did.

It was one of the only things
we ever actually argued about.

[Ortega] Hmm.

Your abuelo, he...
he was a stubborn bastard.

[both chuckle]

Yeah.

I have a weird question.

What?

Do they keep any drugs here?

Like in the evidence storage section
or something?

Abuela.

What? I never tried it before.

[exhales heavily]

Take control.

[gasps]

Take control of the construct.

Delete the chain.

[panting]

[softly] Delete the chain.

[grunts and pants]

Delete the Praetorians.

Delete the Praetorians.

Excellent.

But it won't be that easy with me.

Yes, it will.
I already know your weakness.

Really?

You let the other recruits out faster.

You have more to pay for.

Or maybe you have more to prove.
About how much you don't care for me.

I don't care about you.

I think you're gonna show me
how to break out of the simulation next.

Focus on what you care about most
in this world,

with every atom of your existence.

Rip yourself open, and you can rip a hole
in the virtual world.

That is how you get back to the real.

That is how you get to the next screen.

-I can't!
-[grunts]

[pants]

Finally. You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

-[woman] I knew you'd fuck it up, Kovacs.
-I thought you were some big badass.

-[man] What took you so long?
-I guess I'm just a slow learner.

-That was sloppy.
-It worked.

I could kill you where you stand.
All of you.

Escaping the construct is not enough
by itself.

When you get back to the real,
that's your one chance.

You have to be ready.

Let him believe you are weak.

Until the moment he discovers...

you are not.

[Quell's whispers overlapping]

[creature screeching]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[groans]

-[breathing heavily]
-[heart beating]

Take it. It's yours.

From the moment I met you, it's yours.

Who are you talking to?

Takeshi, get to the next screen.

[beeping]

-[man] He stopped his own heart.
-What? No.

Get him back.

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

So, how's it going, Dimi?

Let's talk.

Oh, we will. Back in virtual.
Put him under.

That's a great idea
if you want to get RD'd.

I said put him under!

Could this Ryker guy reach out
of virtual and stop his own heart?

Could he bring himself back?
Has he ever been offworld?

You saw what the program pulled
from my subliminals.

A room on Harlan's World?
I'm not who this guy thinks I am.

-Has this Ryker dude been offworld?
-What does that matter?

-Maybe he's telling the truth.
-[Kadmin] Who are you supposed to be now?

Someone you should
truly not have fucked with.

You dumb motherfuckers
just abducted and tortured a CTAC officer.

You have any idea
what they're gonna do to you?

-Oh, shit.
-[Kovacs] They're gonna hunt you down.

All of you. Gonna make what
you did to me look like a tropical cruise.

They're gonna rip your stacks out
and feed 'em to the shredder.

They're gonna kill your families, friends,
dogs, cats, and fucking goldfish.

Why would CTAC be wasting time
sniffing around Licktown, huh?

There's a biopirate operation
moving stolen military inventory

-out of places like Jack It Off.
-[Quell] Do you see it?

Multiplying in their brains like bacteria,
reaching critical mass. Keep going.

The one who lets me up lives.

The other two, the Corps is done with you.
You won't even be a memory.

-Divide et impera.
- I'm letting him loose.

Do not!

Fuck this.
I'm not letting you get me killed.

["This Wicked Tongue" plays]

♪ This wicked tongue says ♪

-♪ God is a million miles away ♪
-[groans]

I just work here. [grunts]

♪ This wicked tongue says ♪

♪ He can't see my day to day ♪

[weapon blasts]

♪ This wicked tongue says ♪

♪ Go on, taste everything ♪

♪ And this wicked tongue says ♪

♪ You know you're not really living ♪

-[people screaming]
- ♪ And it stares into the sun ♪

♪ And it flies from star to star ♪

-I swear this is where we took him!
-How the hell do we get in?

♪ And the noise is as much
As I can bear ♪

♪ And the noise is as much
As I can bear ♪

♪ And the noise is as much... ♪

-The fuck took you so long?
-Dickface here wouldn't give me--

I actually told him I'd let him live.

Uh, you dropped this at Jack It Off.
And you're covered with blood.

It's not mine.

-[Elliot] Who's that?
-[Kovacs] Some asshole.

-[chuckling] That it is. That it is.
-[Ortega laughing]

[in Spanish] Ah, but I'm telling you,
this is it for me.

I'm serious.

No more.

I don't want to be spun up
into another sleeve next year.

[in English] Really?

Yeah. I'm having too much fun in this one.
[chuckles]

[sighs]

[in Spanish] Well...

I think it's time for me to go,
my darling.

No matter how long you live,
you never finish.

You have to learn
to let the world continue.

Accept that death is part of life.

Please, my love.

Don't bring me back again. Okay? Please.

-[in English] Okay.
-[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

-[Ortega sighs]
-[chuckles] Hmm.

[ONI beeping]

Ortega.

I'll be right there.

[indistinct chatter]

[Abboud] Coming through.

-[woman] Detective!
-[Ortega] Move.

-[woman] Detective?
-[Ortega] Move.

My sources say it's a war zone back there.

Should the citizens of Bay City
be concerned

-there's some maniac on the loose?
-Go fist yourself.

[Abboud] You know, uh,
you have such a gift with the press.

Fuck. Shit.

Hey, Hawkeye,
give me location on the target.

[Hawkeye] The target is not
currently transmitting within range.

Come on.

[Hawkeye]
Lieutenant, I am picking up a signal.

[beeping]

[Abboud] Christ.

[Ortega] Come on.

-Holy shit.
-[device beeping rapidly]

[Ortega panting]

Wait. Kristin! Kristin!

[sighs]

Oh, shit. It's not him. It's not Kovacs.

Lieutenant Ortega,
you have reached the target.

He did this?

Where the fuck is he?

Whoa. Lieutenant. Good to see you again.

-If you're looking for Mr. Kovacs--
-We're not sure where he is.

Terribly uncertain.

I'll deal with you later.

[shower running]

[knocking at door]

[knocking continues]

Open this fucking door
before I blow it off!

I know you were there,
so don't try to den--

You took a fucking trophy?

Huh?

-How long have you been tracking me?
-What?

Sleeve's a cop.

-You know him?
-No.

You were waiting for me at the resleeve
facility before I even needlecast in.

You were onto me before I--

Because I knew you were a danger,
which you clearly are.

I should be getting a fuckin' medal
for shutting that place down.

-Who's Ryker?
-I don't know.

Only way it makes sense that
you were tracking me before I got here

was that you weren't tracking me at all.

You were tracking him.

I really couldn't give a shit
about what sleeve you're wearing.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

What the fuck?

[slow Latin song playing]

[Kovacs breathing heavily]

-Still don't give a shit?
-No.

Stab yourself in the dick for all I care.

-See, Dimi here, he kept calling me Ryker.
-Because he was crazy.

Who's Ryker to you?

Nobody.

Nobody, huh?

-We worked together.
-And?

No "and."

No, no, no.

No, just stop it, stop it! Please.

Please, just stop it. I...

I'll tell you.

Just...

I'll tell you everything.

[slow Latin song continues]