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- (indistinct chatter)
- (horn honking)

(up-tempo music playing)

(man) Next customer!

(music continues over headphones)

I'll, uh...
I'll take the special. Extra tobiko.

You know, I hear the sake here
on Mars is only good when it rains.

(dramatic music plays)

(rooster crows in distance)

(clears throat)

When you pick up your next order,

I need to know whether
he still does his business from there.

- Ana said there wouldn't be trouble.
- No trouble.

Just information.

I'll pick up a fresh supply
in a few hours.

- How will I find you?
- You don't.

Stay in the city, and I'll find you.

(theme music playing)

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(lively music playing)

(over TV) I'm Walking Sally.

I walk and talk
and I'm every little girl's favorite toy.

And we can be friends.

For only 10,000 woolongs.

But you have to act fast,
because I'm selling out everywhere.

(male announcer) Supplies are limited,
so check with your local retailers.

Don't miss out
on this extraordinary offer.

- WALKING SALLY: Come and get me!
- I swear, this doll, she's mocking me.

WALKING SALLY: Come and get me!
Come and get me! Come and get me!

- Come and get me!
- JET: I can't shut this damn thing off!

Come and get...

You know how many toy stores
there are in Tharsis City?

- Mm-mm.
- Seventy.

Seventy toy stores and this goddamn doll
is sold out in every one of 'em.

Now I'm doomed to show up
at Kimmie's birthday

without the one thing she wanted.

(grunts with frustration)

Screw it.
Let's get the hell out of this city.

Hey, slow your roll, big guy.
No reason to ditch out of Tharsis so fast.

I'm sure we could find it
here on the black market.

Sure, and already found a hookup. Chad.
Says he knows a guy who knows a guy.

He also said it's going to cost me
more woos than retail.

Barely 45 Gs in the kitty.

It means we'll be choosing
between food and fuel.

- You could sell your arm.
- I could put my fist up your ass.

True. And it would feel really good,
but would it solve anything?

Let's get off this rock.

Buddy, there's no reason
to give up on Kimmie's happiness.

I mean, you need some dough for a doll.
Let's just do what we do.

- JET: I just want to get out of here.
- SPIKE: Hang on.

Look here, first hit. Fifteen million.

"Wow, that is a lot of money, Spike."

I know, Jet. It is.

Look at this lowlife.

He's going to be thrilled
to be your ticket to Kimmie's joy.

(Jet sighs)

I don't know.
Cops are already all over this one.

Yeah, because the victims are wealthy.
ISSP lives to cater to the rich.

Doesn't that make you wanna

- grab him before they do?
- Hmm.

- Come on, this is right up your alley.
- It is a big chunk of dough.

It's right here in Tharsis.

You hate Tharsis.

I do. But you haven't seen
your daughter in years,

which, I'm not going to lie to you,
affords me the right to contradict myself.

What do you think?

I think this image
is from a security camera.

Which means we need Woodcock.

I'm praying that's a person.

(line ringing)

- (beeps)
- (soft whirring)

Well, well, well, look who comes a-calling
after all these years.

Jet Black.

(laughs)

How are you, Woodcock?

Better now there's a tall glass of creamy
chocolate milk standing in my eye-line.

This is my partner.

Pleasure. Seriously.

You got a name, junior?

Spike. Spike Spiegel.

Hmm.

You a good guy or a bad guy,
Shpike Shpiegel?

Depends on who you ask.

(chuckles)

I like you, kitty-cat.

(laughs)

You know, Jet and I go way back,
and I mean way back.

Used to call him "The Black Dog."
You wanna know why?

- Oh, yes. God yes, please tell...
- Look. We're a little strapped for time.

Yeah, don't get your slacks in a swivel.
I already know about this guy.

I've had clients crawling up
my crack for days about him.

But it's like I told them.

If you're not from Earth,
you've got nothing to worry about.

- What do you mean?
- Victims were all Earthers.

We're talking
straight off the escape pods.

Not sure how I can help though.

I already handed
the security-cam footage over to the ISSP.

But I'm guessing
you didn't hand them the raw footage.

Don't you just know me so well.

(sultry music playing)

And suppose I give it to you,
what do I get in return?

A big, fat thank you.
And we'll cut you in on the bounty, yeah?

I was thinking
less along the lines of cash,

more along the lines of... dinner.

Me. You. A bottle of Chianti.

Two bottles if we're feeling dangerous.

Sounds to me like blackmail.

Hmm, damn right it is because, Jet,
you are Black and you are male.

- Seriously, favorite person ever.
- Fine.

You do this for me
and we can talk about dinner.

- How's that?
- Mm.

That's a big fat RTC.

- Reason to continue.
- (Spike chuckles)

Transferring the footage
to you now, sweetness.

- See you on the Chianti side.
- (chimes)

(soft whirring)

- (laughs)
- (Jet sighs)

JET: Oh, my God.

(clears throat)

- Did you two... Okay.
- Spike.

- Seriously though...
- Spike, keep your eye on the ball.

Hey. I'm not Woodcock, pal.

- (laughing)
- Okay? (laughing)

Wish we had the audio.

He said, uh, "I'm gonna
make your little girl pay

for what you rich assholes
did to me and my family."

- You read lips?
- Yeah.

Three years of us working together
and I'm just learning this now?

Didn't come up a lot.

Hmm.

Well, if you're right,
this isn't just a robbery-homicide.

It's a kidnapping.

SPIKE: And explains why
ISSP called in the cavalry.

JET: Mm-hmm

Which means there's a reward
on top of the bounty.

So how do you want to play it?
I say we hit the last house.

See if Sticky Fingers
left anything behind,

like the diamond thief
we bagged down in Alba City.

Diamond thief was sloppy.
This guy's a pro.

SPIKE: And he's cocky.

Yeah, look at him. He's staring at
the camera like he wants to be seen.

JET: Jesus. You're right.

Wow.

- Say it again.
- What?

Say what you just said.

- What, that you're right?
- Yes.

Whoa. (laughs)

Was that...

I just needed to hear it one more time.
You know, to ceremonialize it.

- (groans)
- God!

- What am I right about again?
- He wants to be seen.

Oh.

Which means the cops
are looking for the wrong guy.

Right.

JET: Huh.

You see that scar on his wrist?

SPIKE: Mm-hmm.

Pretend I don't know what that means.

It's a scar from a face-changer.
A totally obsolete tech these days.

Now they're used
for hookers in peeler bars.

You know, guy wants a blond,
but the girl's a brunette...

Ah!

Knew I had it.

Yay.

I was buddies with the guy
who figured that out, back in the day.

What was his name? Um, Doc Holiday.

Really? That was his name?
His name was actually Doc Holiday?

No, it was Bill something.
But he figured out some bank thieves

were using face-changers
to give us the slip.

So Doc created a frequency scrambler.

Yeah, but why'd you call him Doc Holiday?

I didn't. Some guys on the force did.

- Why did they?
- Hell if I know.

- Was he a doctor?
- What? No!

There's gotta be a reason.

I don't know,
maybe he liked vacations, Spike.

The point is, we use
the scrambler to glitch the bounty.

Force him to go to
whatever low-rent brothel

he got the thing from and get it fixed.

If you had started
this conversation with "brothel,"

we would have
saved ourselves a whole lot of time.

Which one?

(sighs)

There's only two
low-rent brothels in Tharsis.

Betty's Boop,

and Betty's Bottom.

JET: What's the difference?

SPIKE: One's on the Quimby side
of the red-light district,

the other's on the Cypress side.

I'll take Cypress.

- Actually, take Quimby.
- Why?

'Cause if this doll thing
doesn't work out,

they've got a really nice gift shop.

JET: You know
what they don't have, smart guy?

A frequency scrambler
that piggybacks on local signals.

SPIKE: Uh-huh.

JET: Once I trigger,
it should cover the entire city.

And send our guy running to whichever
brothel he bought it from to fix his face.

Yeah, I got it.

God damn.

It's rough-trade central out here.
You getting hit on your end?

Yep. Swimming in prosexuals.

All right. Here goes everything.

Oh, my. Your face.

You're that killer!

Shit!

(grunts)

Goddamn Betty!

(horn toots)

- (engine revving)
- (tires screeching)

(upbeat music playing)

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

He's in for a surprise.

(device beeping)

JET: All right. Good news.

Maybe Kimmie's birthday
won't be a total disaster after all.

You'd settle for a partial disaster?

Well, Chalmers will be there.

With his smiley fucking face.

Did I ever tell you that about him?
He's always smiling.

You first meet the guy
and think he's had a stroke or something.

Then you realize
he's just one happy asshole.

- You guys were pretty close, huh?
- Yeah. Fought side by side.

Saved each other's life once or twice.

Homicide's a brotherhood.

At least, it's supposed to be.

You call that a brotherhood?

Your brother set you up.
He robbed you of five years of your life.

Years you could have spent
with your wife and your kid in your house.

Thanks for the reminder.

Yeah, I'm just saying.

You ever think about
putting a bullet in a guy like that?

(car horn honking)

JET: Hang on. I have to grab Sally.

- Benicio?
- Yeah, that's right.

The black-market Santa.

The pimp of playthings.
The man with the bag.

You got the doll?

- Oh.
- I'm Walking Sally.

- I walk and talk...
- Oh, great.

...and want you to be my very best friend.

BENICIO: Oh, man, I used to
love me some rubber back.

It violates my parole though.

- How much?
- 35K.

For a goddamn piece of molded plastic?

BENICIO: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Desperation and inflation
go hand in hand, mi amigo.

Well, I'm glad you don't consider
extortion a violation of your parole.

Hey, where's Betty?

The shit face-changer's broken.

(barmaid) In the office, Hakim.

She'll be down in a minute.

We can do this
the easy way or the fun way.

- (man grunts)
- (woman gasps)

Fun way it is.

(man grunts)

(woman speaks indistinctly)

(both grunting)

I tried being reasonable.

But I don't like it.

JET: Any sign of him?

Yeah.

- He's right in front of me.
- Shit. I'm coming.

(Benicio chuckles)

I got no beef with you, man.

I got 15 million reasons
to have beef with you.

Oh. A fucking cowboy, huh?

You're just like them.

All you care about is money.

- (horse neighs)
- (dramatic western music playing)

(both grunting)

- JET: Watch it.
- (man) Hey, watch it, man!

(woman gasps)

I'm Walking Sally.

I walk and talk and want you
to be... (distorts)

JET: God damn it.

(Hakim grunts)

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

Oh. Come on.

Spike! Where are you?

SPIKE: (panting) I'm on the roof.
Take your time.

Nice.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, ma'am. Oh, shit.

God damn it!

Spike!

I'm good.

Don't you move, you piece of shit!

(slow whistling tune playing)

(grunts) God damn.

What the hell are you doing?

Waiting for you to pull me back up.

(straining)

And when we're done, (clears throat)

pick up a box of those
gold-dusted chocolates Julia likes,

and have Tui bring them to the penthouse.

LIN: Are we really shutting it down?

It's temporary.

(door clangs)

SHIN: It's millions of woos
in product ready to go wide.

A lot of money has already changed hands.

It's... temporary!

(exhales)

Tell the buyers to be patient.

If they can't show me that respect,
give me time to deliver.

(beeping)

They'll be the boldest corpses
we've ever met.

(door hisses open)

(upbeat music playing)

What about them?

VICIOUS: Put them up in a nice hotel.
Make sure they're well fed,

and keep them on payroll
until we're up and running again.

Really?

No, you brainless fleck of mediocrity,

we'll find new fugees
when we bring the business back online.

(woman screams)

(audio distorts)

(country music playing)

(music ends)

And don't forget Julia's chocolate.

(muffled jazz music playing)

♫ I'm on M... ♫

(footsteps approaching)

You were the best I ever had up there.

(scoffs) That's a stretch.

Well, maybe not the best.

Sapphire Steve Stefanski was the best,
but he played trombone...

Which gave him the most skilled lips.

Both on and off the stage?

I made no secret of it.

(chuckles)

There's still room for you on the bill.

That was a different life.

You wanted to talk.

In private?

(Ana grunts softly)

That collar's good on you. Is it new?

No. It's...

Drinking Kudo again?

Oh, I was feeling nostalgic.

And you came to talk.

(sighs)

I swear to Christ,

if he was any other man,
I would carve out his eyes.

- I shouldn't have come.
- This will only get worse.

We'll get through it.

- We always do.
- You always have.

Until one day you don't.

So, what?

Run away? (scoffs)

- You know that's not a choice.
- There's always a choice.

That's why you came.

I haven't survived on this sweet,
spinning sphere by chance.

I did it by taking power.

You have the power.

You control your destiny.

(indistinct conversation)

JET: Yeah, well, just one.

Uh-huh.

Sure, I can hold.

(sighs)

You know I can count on my one good hand

how many times I've seen Kimmie
in the last seven years?

And after all the groveling I did with
Alisa to get her to agree to me coming by,

I show up empty-handed?

SPIKE: Good news.

I think you can give Kimmie this one.

(sighs)

I don't think she's going to notice.

Yes. I-I'm here.

You do? (laughs)

- She's got one.
- Okay.

Fantastic. How late are you guys open?

Perfect. Hold it for me.

They got a doll.

- Only 10,000 woos.
- All right.

Ah.

Let's see.

Got 9,000.

- How much you got?
- I got seven.

Loan me a grand. I'll pay you back.

Not seven grand, seven woos.

That's all you've got?

- To your name?
- Made a few bad business decisions.

And by a few, I mean you.

Screw it.

Let's cut our losses.
Get the hell off of Tharsis.

Find a cheaper doll somewhere else.

Get out of Thars...

Whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

What's the hurry, man?
We've still got a shot at finding Hakim.

We... We've got a shot at this bounty.

I mean, you think he came here
just for a face-changer?

No, he's probably got a regular girl.

He's definitely got a regular girl.

I mean, I do. I mean, I would.

You don't go to Betty's Bottom
and not get bottom.

(Jet laughs)

(dog barking in distance)

(Hakim grunts)

(puppy whimpers)

(barking continues)

(breathes deeply)

(grunts)

(dog whimpering)

Don't look at me.

(dogs barking)

(whimpers)

Don't tell me to calm down,
you fecking eejit cunts.

You did seven shades of shite in here!

I'll find you Greta, but you two wait
out here or I'll stab the beef off you!

(Jet sighs)

Those damages will
cut deep into our payout.

What doesn't dig deep into our payout?

(suspenseful music playing)

You never answered my question.

- What question?
- About Chalmers.

(chuckles)
Whether I'd put a bullet in him?

No.

That'd be too quick
and painless for that asshole.

If I could get away with it,
I'd pull Chalmers into a dark alley

and put my metal fist
right through his smiley fucking face.

Make him go through
the rest of his miserable life

with a face that matches
his miserable sense of brotherhood.

But I'm not bitter.

I'll be right back.

Your friend, he's there.

I need a package.

(sushi chef) There's silos
across from the factory.

It'll be on top of number 13, but tell me.

Do you really want
to sacrifice your life for an eel?

That's between me and the eel.

What can I get for seven woos?

Ah.

Thanks.

(sushi chef) Ah. Next customer.

- (whip cracking)
- (man moaning)

I'm already late for my midnight bukkake,
and I still have two horny frat boys

waiting to be tied
like baby calves at the rodeo.

Um, I'm sorry, ma'am, miss...

- Sir...
- Mistress.

Please excuse my vanilla-bean friend here,
he's not properly cultured.

Mistress, Betty tells us
that Hakim is a regular of yours.

Oh, ja, I know Hakim. Cheap bastard.

He only pays for a lap dance.

I offer him the tie and tease,
und the Alabama Anaconda.

SPIKE: Ah.

But he never pays extra.
He is a cheap bastard.

(man muffled) More, Mistress!

Who doesn't go in
for the Alabama Anaconda?

What a cheap bastard.

Okay, can you tell us where to find him?

Probably in a Tharsis high-rise.

Taking a dump on a solid gold shitter.

Well, he's loaded.

Hakim ain't rich. You must be
talking about somebody else.

Really? Then how do you explain
his new hund he bring by last week?

His hund?

His hund.

His hund! Hund! A hund!

- (imitates dog barking)
- (Greta chuckles)

A hound.

A dog?

- Ja, that's what I said. A hund.
- (man groans)

(imitates dog barking)

It's crazy, right? He must make a fortune
at the atmo farm to buy a hund.

Yet he won't even pay for the pinky end

of a double-sided dildo.
He's a cheap bastard.

Yes, you keep saying that.

Um...

- Thank you for your time.
- GRETA: Mm.

All right, thank you.

GRETA: Uh-uh.

Are you a cheap bastard?

(sighs) Not by choice, Mistress.

- (Greta moans)
- JET: Spike.

- SPIKE: Hmm?
- JET: Let's go.

- Oh.
- Hey.

Okay.

Oh.

- (grunts)
- (man imitates barking)

Hey! Hey.

Aren't you glad we didn't give up on this?
That dom was onto something, yeah?

No shit she's onto something.
Check this out.

It's not a B&E-turned-murder.
Hakim was kidnapping their dogs.

That's what these
rich people have in common.

They all have dogs.

Psycho kills 12 people
to steal their dogs. Well, that's...

That's a first.

- And a stupid play. I mean, dogs bark.
- Yeah.

Where can you keep that many dogs
without someone noticing?

The fine Mistress did say
Hakim has a job at the atmo farms.

This is the only atmo farm
on Tharsis that isn't active.

SPIKE: Yeah, but why steal dogs?

Those things are harder to move
on the black market than diamonds.

Yeah, normally I'd give a shit
about motive and all,

but right now, we're short on time.

- What?
- Jet.

A dog.

Do you see that?

Can't remember
the last time I saw a real dog.

I think he wants us to follow him.

- (man speaking indistinctly)
- (dogs barking)

Nice to meet you. Thank you. Hello!

Are you a good boy? Who's a good boy?

Ein, what are you doing down there?
Hello. Good boy.

What the hell are you doing?

Put it down, Hakim.

There's two of us and one of you.
You can't win.

What's with all the dogs, anyway?

Don't you know how hard
those things are to sell?

Sell 'em?

- I was gonna kill 'em.
- Why the hell would you do that?

That's just it. I couldn't do it.

It wasn't fair. They didn't do anything.

- No shit, they're just dogs.
- Not to those rich assholes.

To them, they're like kids.

Yeah, yeah. Children are like dogs,
dogs are like children.

Look, Hakim,
I've got a toy store to get to.

My family worked for them.

And when the Earth Gate blew,
they left us behind!

They put their dogs
in escape pods instead of us.

And my parents...

They didn't make it.

For years I've dreamed of paying
those entitled shitheels back.

Of taking away the things that they loved!

And I couldn't even do that right!

It's like you said, they're just dogs.

It's like... It's like being mad at water
for being wet.

And they've got these adorable faces.

I mean, they're so adorable.
They don't deserve to die.

You're right, they don't.

But I do.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.
- Easy.

My life is not worth living!

Look, it's worth plenty.
Fifteen million woolongs to be exact.

That's pretty good.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That's good?

- Well, it's not our biggest haul ever...
- Spike.

You're the biggest bounty
that we've ever seen.

- Huge. Huge, Hakim.
- Huge.

- Okay.
- All right.

Okay, that's a good deal. And you guys...

You guys get some kale

and I go away
for the piece of shit that I am.

Gotta do something about your self-esteem.

Yeah, I know.

(gunshot)

- (sirens chirp)
- JET: Son of a bitch!

What the hell?

We had it under control!

Oh, it didn't look like that to me.

- Hakim here, well, he had a gun on you.
- Bullshit!

Come on, this guy wasn't
a threat to anybody. You know that.

You didn't want
to pay out the bounty, did you?

Yeah. There's that too.

Better luck next time, cow-spittle.

- Hey, walrus 'stache!
- Forget it, Spike.

That money was ours. That money was ours!

Let's go. Let's go.

I don't understand
how you can be so calm, man.

- Let's go.
- (sighs) Hey.

They stole our bounty,
which means you don't get your doll,

which was the whole point
of this carnival of fuck-up-ery!

Spike, if you shut your face
for 17 seconds,

you'll see we're gonna end up
with something better than a doll.

(engine revving)

(brakes screech)

(exclaiming playfully)

(giggles)

(chuckling)

Hi, bean. Sorry I missed the party.

Hi.

Look at you.
I can't believe how big you've gotten.

(chuckles softly)

Happy birthday. I got you a present.

Is it a Walking Sally doll?

No, sweetie. It's something better.

(upbeat music playing)

(squealing)

- KIMMIE: Does he have a name?
- JET: Uh-huh.

KIMMIE: "E-I-N."

Ein.

That's right, baby. His name is Ein.

I love him so much!

(laughs)

Jet.

Hey, Alisa.

(beeps)

(phone rings)

Moshi moshi.

Hello, Vicious.

(in English) Fearless.

Look how cute he is.

Pretty great, right?

No, Jet. Not great.

(barks)

(Kimmie laughs)

KIMMIE: Come back, Ein! Come here!

ALISA: A dog?

You know what the taxes are
to keep a dog. I can't afford that.

- I know, I'll... I'll chip in.
- Jet.

I'm just trying to be a part of her life.
I mean, she deserves...

She deserves to not fall in love
with something she can't keep.

- So this is what a dead man sounds like.
- SPIKE: That's right.

And I'm giving you a chance
to keep it that way.

You're giving me a chance?
How generous of you.

I had decided to put a bullet in your head

after you sent that assassin
to kill me on Venus, but...

I had a change of heart.

You're Vicious.

It's who you are.

It's like being mad at water
for being wet.

You were in my business
and you had to be dealt with.

That's how business works.
It's nothing personal.

Or is it?

Brother.

Well, I'll be damned. Jet.
Didn't think you were going to make it.

Here I am.

Oh, hey, where, uh,
where did you get that dog?

- What are you suggesting?
- ALISA: All right.

Stop.

CHALMERS: Yeah.

- Alisa, hear me out. He's a...
- No.

Jet, no.

Just go.

And take that dog
back to wherever you found it.

KIMMIE: Can I call him sometime?

Ein. I mean, he's yours, right?

Yeah, of course he is.

And of course you can.

Whenever you want. Okay, bean?

I'm giving you a chance to walk away.

- End this now.
- VICIOUS: Or what?

Or I end you.

You're one man.

I have the power
of the Syndicate behind me.

I'm untouchable.

I see you got yourself
a new set of wheels.

You're still hiding behind
bulletproof glass?

(gunshot)

(dramatic music continues)

(gasps)

- He's on the silo.
- LIN: Who?

Fearless.

(breathing heavily)

Fearless!