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The year is 2048.

Evolving technologies can no longer be regulated.

Dangerous advancements forever alter

the criminal landscape.

Police are not prepared.

Law enforcement combats this corruption

with a new line of defense.

But not all are created equal.

The idea behind the DRNs

was to be as human as possible.

They were based on a program called Synthetic Soul.

That's one of the crazy ones.

- I'll lead you in? - Let's go.

Now all cops,

human and man-made together,

take on the battle to watch over us all.

Normally, I would prescribe migraine medication,

but with the frequency of your headaches,

and the fact that they tend to occur at the same time of day,

it suggests the possibility

of a neurological syndrome.

I'm going to recommend a 13%...

Thir-thir-thirteen percent chance to rule out...

Rule out what?

What's wrong with me?

What the...?

Come on!

Hey, can I get some help here?

My machine froze up.

I need to know what's wrong with me.

Red light's on. Someone will come.

I need a surgeon.

Warning. Sterilization compromised.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

I am going to have a heart attack.

- Sir, just-just take it easy. - I need to be put

on life support.

I need a cardiovascular surgeon.

- Now! - If you just down the gun,

- tell me what's going... - I need a single

isomer anesthetic and a heart-lung bypass machine.

You have one on the second floor.

- Go ahead, Maureen. - Okay.

- I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt anyone. - Dr. Elman, O.R. five.

- Dr. Elman. - I don't want

- to hurt anyone. - If you just put the gun down...

You are not listening!

He's crashing. Get a crash cart.

- Let's get a EKG. - I'm sorry.

They killed me.

- I've got a pulse. - They killed me...

The hell's wrong with this thing?

Keep banging on it, caveman.

That should make it work.

Hmm.

Now you just ran a red light.

- It was yellow. - It was red.

- Yellow. - Red. - It was yellow.

John, it was red 2.4 seconds ago.

- Would you like me to print out a photo replay? - Yeah, why don't

you issue me a ticket while you're at it.

- Okay. Already did. - Oh, come on. Give me

- a break. - I'm here to protect you, John.

Invalidate the ticket.

Insurance premiums are designed to keep people in check.

I don't make the rules.

I enforce them. And apparently I'm the only one

- who follows them. - You know what,

you should break a rule or two now and then.

- Look good on you. - 72,

suspicious death. St. Mary's Hospital.

Show us responding.

Well, look what we have here.

Insert your hand palm down into the scanner.

Insert your hand palm down...

Must be weird seeing another version of yourself.

It's weird seeing one of us do something like this.

We were designed to be cops.

You were designed to be a cop?

Hmm.

Come on.

Victim I.D.s as Leonard Li. Cause of death,

cardiac arrest. He was diagnosed three years ago

with terminal congestive heart failure.

He should've died then.

He had a bio-mech heart.

It's a pricey organ.

Not as dependable as a perfect stem cell regrow

but a good upper-middle class heart.

So why are we here?

There's no record of any transplant for him.

He's not on any official recipient list.

And there's something else.

They killed me.

They killed me...

- I don't want to hurt anyone. - If you just put

the gun down...

You are not listening!

It's Cantonese.

He said, "It's almost 9:18."

That's weird. That was his time of death.

They killed me...

How could he have known that?

What do you got for me?

The coroner's office has delivered the heart to Rudy

for analysis. According to

surveillance, Mr. Li seemed to know

exactly when he was gonna die.

Like someone killed him.

So we're calling it a homicide.

His mother's here now. Valerie's sitting down with her.

We'll see what she can tell us.

Let me know what you find.

Copy that.

This is DRN 494.

We're taking him with us.

No.

No. No, no, no, no.

We're not. Dorian, that's hospital property.

Take him back.

John, he is a highly decorated police officer.

An android given a synthetic soul like me,

designed to connect with people.

He's not a mechanic. He's a cop.

Was a cop, Dorian. He was a cop.

Now he's a janitor with a tool belt.

Take him back.

My shift's over, man.

Hey, buddy, do me a favor. Don't...

don't call me "man," all right?

- He's just running his colloquial routine. - I'm just running

- my colloquial routine. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I get it.

This is my car, okay?

This car doesn't move with him in it.

Hey. Hey, what are you doing?

Whoa!

Hey, hey... Whoa, will you stop that?

I'll stop, but he's coming

- for a ride-along. - Dorian,

you don't drive this car.

You think this is the first time I've done this?

Hey! Hey! Dorian, it violates every...

Will you just...

You should break a law or two, John.

It looks good on you.

Fine. He can ride with us.

So, what case are we working on now, man?

Transplanted black market modified hearts.

That sounds like a complex operation.

Yeah, man, this is no tooth extraction.

Wow. That's... an insightful observation.

I'm sorry. What were you saying?

I was distracted by the sound of good police work.

Don't listen to him.

He's grumpy on the outside,

morose and malcontent on the inside.

Kennex.

John, where are you?

I'm in ride-along hell. What's up?

Okay, well, the model that was in Mr. Li is called

a Vastrel Alpha, a top-of-the-line bio-mech heart.

I found something.

Hmm... I wish my colonoscopy looked this clean.

I have a look at this.

What is it, Rudy?

Some kind of graphene circuit modification.

- There's a few of 'em in there. - Randy, why are they in there?

What's their purpose?

It's Rudy. I'm not sure yet.

I'll have to run diagnostics.

All right, thanks, Rudy. Let us know what you find.

Bet your friends at the hospital are real, uh, worried about you.

It's getting kind of late.

Okay, one of you's getting out of this car,

and I don't care who.

Well, that was easy.

What is he doing?

Don't move!

Police.

Oh, no.

Um, can I leave?!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy. What are you doing?

Give me your cuffs.

This is Raphael Vasquez.

- He's wanted for armed robbery. - Was

wanted. I did my time.

Three years ago.

Update your files.

Dorian...

I gave him his case files back.

Obviously they're outdated.

My bad.

Sorry, sir.

What's wrong with you?

- Have a nice day, man. - You gave him

his case files back?

And access to portions of the police database.

What is going on?!

We were on our way to Vastrel and, uh...

Do you have any idea how much those things cost?

Get going on the Vastrel case.

Yeah. Okay, w-we're on...

I just want to sincerely apologize for...

Buddy, I don't want to hear you, okay?

I want to see you in the back of the cruiser. Now.

Why?

Why are we taking Mr. Fix It for a ride-along?

When I was decommissioned...

the second before it happened...

I just kept thinking,

"I really hope there's someone there to wake me up again."

I just want to be a cop, man.

I just want to be here.

And then...

you woke me up.

It was you.

You were that person for me, John.

Well, we all make mistakes.

I want to be that person for him.

Okay, fine.

I swear, he so much as steps one more foot outside

this vehicle, and I'm tossing him over the wall, okay?

I'm gonna be that guy for him.

We tried everything.

There were no other solutions.

And no other roads to take.

And we couldn't get insurance.

We just waited day after day.

I understand.

I really loved him.

I really loved him.

She said Leonard

had the transplant a year ago at this place.

The building doesn't exist anymore,

but when it did, it was abandoned.

Amazing he survived the surgery in these conditions.

Even a black market heart had to be paid for.

Look into his financials.

Track back the money trail, find out who these people are.

Mm-hmm.

Here at Vastrel,

we focus on the big things...

May I help you?

We're here to speak to Pauline Rivera.

Of course.

Mrs. Rivera's office, please.

What? Don't you think you should donate something?

These children can't pay for technologies

that would improve their lives.

Maybe you should wait in the car with your new buddy.

You have a synthetic leg.

Technology has improved your life.

Are you ashamed of that leg?

Nope, of course not.

You never want to talk about it.

Now you don't want to donate.

Look, I'm fine. I donate.

How much?

As a percentage of your income?

I'm not...

I don't have to tell you that.

Well, the national average is four percent,

so when you say "donate"...

Okay, look, if I donate, will you shut his mouth?

That what it's going to take?

How much did you give?

Enough to buy plenty of silence.

Mrs. Rivera will see you now.

Thank you for your donation. Thanks.

He has a synthetic leg.

Somehow this heart found its way

into a man named Leonard Li.

Do you have any idea how that may have happened?

No idea, but it's definitely one of our hearts.

You are aware

that it's illegal to resell bio-mech organs.

We are very aware of that.

Vastrel complies with all regulations.

Jacinta, I sent you a serial number.

Can you bring me the file, please?

What about this piece?

We found it in the heart.

That doesn't belong.

It's aftermarket.

Voids the warranty.

Well, lucky for you, Mr. Li's dead.

Here you go, Ms. Rivera.

The heart is registered to a Sylvia Golinski.

She passed away two years ago.

What happens when someone dies?

What then?

The funeral home destroys the bio-mech organ,

then sends us verification

that it's been destroyed.

And how is it verified?

Well, they send us a...

...document.

Oh. That's failsafe.

We're gonna need that document.

Oh. Doctor, thank God.

Amelia.

I'm Dr. Keating.

I believe I can find you a heart.

Henry Mills?

Detective Kennex.

We're investigating

the cremation of a woman here two years ago.

Ms. Sylvia Golinski.

You're cops.

I know you know how many people die every day.

We also know statute

92-601-11B requires you to keep permanent records.

This is a letter to the Vastrel Corporation, confirming

the destruction of Mrs. Golinski's bio-mech heart.

With your signature.

We have to take out any inorganic parts

and destroy them.

Otherwise, they mess up the machine.

But you didn't destroy Ms. Golinski's heart... Henry.

We found it... in someone else's body.

You might want to tell us how it got there.

I sold it.

How many have you sold?

A lot.

Over the years...

...a hundred?

A hundred?

It's only illegal so the people

who manufacture them can make more money.

Do you refurbish the hearts?

When I find one, I make a call.

Who answers?

Oscar answers, a guy named Oscar.

I don't know his last name.

Showed up here,

offered to buy any bio-mech hearts I came across.

Said he knew people who needed them.

That because of me, they'd be staying alive longer.

And these perfectly good hearts are going in the trash anyway.

Just because something is used

doesn't mean it's got no value.

He comes by, makes the pick-up, and pays me.

Kennex.

I checked into Leonard Li's financials.

On the 15th of every month,

he makes a transfer to an unmarked account.

Always for the same amount...

5 grand.

For how long?

It's been going on for 25 months like clockwork.

All right. Keep looking.

Did Rudy reach you?

No. Why?

John, I think I know what their function is.

The modifications?

Yeah. This is a custom version of a terahertz

frequency transponder and limiter.

Okay.

What it does,

what all of these little mods working together do...

they limit how long the heart will function.

So, effectively, it's a timer.

Exactly.

The timer would count down precisely 30 days.

Unless someone resets it remotely,

at the end of the 30 days, it would stop.

The mods shut down the organ.

That's what they're designed to do.

Whoever gave Mr. Li this heart

did not reset it for him.

That's what he meant at

the emergency room, when he said, "They killed me."

And he was right.

Rudy, there could be more than a hundred of them out there.

This is an extortion racket.

They're all on borrowed time.

Henry?

You're gonna call Oscar,

tell him it's time for a pickup.

I'll help in any way I can.

North side's still clear.

Standing by.

Can you stop with the light show back there?

I'm running through my files.

I don't understand why I'm not a cop anymore.

Why was I decommissioned?

There were some problems with our model.

We were considered emotionally unstable.

Some went so far as to call us... crazy.

Still holding on to that one, huh?

How did they know

which of us...

was unstable?

They designed a test.

It's called the Luger test.

To weed out faulty DRNs.

But the powers that be got nervous.

Gave up on fixing the flawed DRNs.

Decommissioned us all,

and replaced us with the MXs.

But truthfully,

I don't know if the Luger test was accurate at all.

Where the hell is this guy Kennex?

Henry, you better not be wasting our time.

Yeah, well, I said he'd show. I never said he was punctual.

He will be here. Just be patient.

Did they ever do that thermal upgrade?

Yup. Here, check this out.

They updated these, too.

You're kidding me.

They're removable remote cameras now.

- What's the range, man? - Few hundred meters.

You guys are killing me.

Oh.

- Oscar. - Hey, man.

You ready for me?

Yeah.

Just one today.

Thanks.

See ya.

Aerial drone engaged.

Thermal tracking online.

He's parked outside the back of a warehouse.

I'll take the south side. You cover the entrance.

2-5-20. Drone tracking has confirmed

suspect has entered the building.

The building structure is blocking the thermal.

I don't know how many are in there.

Directions were good

this time. Can you turn it up?

You're late.

Give it here.

Team 110-21, we are affirmative

for tactical approach.

In position and waiting for orders, sir.

Copy that.

What are we waiting for? Let's get in there.

Yeah, just sit tight.

Let the wire do its work.

Bring me the bath.

Bring it here.

Don't spill any.

Can I watch while you cut her?

- They're doing a transplant. - Go, go, go.

- Finally! - No.

- You stay there. - You sure? I...

Stay in the car.

Police! Don't move!

Everybody down!

Move!

Get your hands up! Let me see those hands! You, too.

Put your hands behind your back!

- You, too, let's go. - All right.

Let's go, go, go.

On your knees, hands on your head.

Behind your back!

I'm with you.

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Ma'am, open your eyes. Can you hear me?

What have you done?

I need that heart to live.

What have you done?

What have you done?

These interrogations may take a while.

Uh, that's okay, I, um...

I won't rearrange anything.

Did you reset the timers for number 47 and 36 yet?

No, as per your instruction.

The cops are all around us.

We need to shut down.

Don't reset anyone... destroy everything

and get out of there.

Just tell me what you need me to tell you

so I can get the hell of here... tell me what you need to know.

I'd love to know why you think you're

walking the hell out of here with those priors.

But right now, Rasputin,

let's start with... how'd you get involved in this? - I deliver

things... I am a courier, I work for a lot of people,

- I don't ask questions. - Maybe this time you should have.

What are you looking over there for?

You afraid of the doctor? Is that who hired you?

Is he the one who arranges the sale of the hearts?

You think you saved me from something?

You killed me.

Amelia...

if you had gotten that heart, they would have

doubled the payment and then tripled it,

till you couldn't pay it, and then they would have turned yours off, too.

I just want more time with my family.

Wouldn't you?

Yeah.

People are calling. They're trying to pay us.

We should reset them.

They might be able to trace the reset signal back to you.

They've got the doctor and they've got the courier.

I'm afraid.

Do you have any idea what kind of sentence comes

with running an organ-trafficking ring?

I'm not running anything.

Then who is?

Someone who cares about people,

regardless of how much money they have.

Tell me about this woman, Andrea, who hired you to transport the hearts.

- She called me, wanted to use my service. - You never asked

- what it was you were transporting? - A kilo

of metal meth. I don't want to know.

Mob money. I could care less.

Long as I'm paid.

Okay, okay, how do you get paid?

Monthly retainer transferred to my account.

- And when did this arrangement start? - Three years ago.

Point is, I do not know these people.

I want to go home.

I am tired.

They're too close.

If they get to me, you're going down, too, remember that.

Shut down.

Are you at home?

Yes.

I'll be there shortly.

The comm you are contacting is not available.

Where are you?

You can't just leave me.

You know what will happen.

Don't you see what I'm doing here?

I'm helping people.

Yeah, you know, I'd almost go with you on that...

except for the mods that you put on the hearts.

You know... timers which run out to zero.

- What are you talking about? - You modify the hearts, then you put them in people.

When they can't pay you what you want,

you let the timers run out and they die.

That is not true.

Those mods are for remote diagnostics,

in case any problems arise. W-We...

we can...

Is that what they told you, Dr. Keating?

Look, I understand.

You were manipulated.

It's not easy to accept that.

Now, don't you want a chance to make that right?

Her name is Karen.

The comm you are contacting is not available.

The woman looks real.

They all only know her Karen.

She's compartmentalized her entire operation.

Nobody knows anything more than they have to.

Yeah, but we broke the chain.

She's got to know that we're looking at her.

There's a lot of money involved.

If she's smart she'll fold up her tent.

If that happens, and other people's bills come due...

...there'll be no one there to reset their hearts.

Because we're doing our jobs,

they're gonna die.

It's another Vastrel Alpha.

My mother used to hide money in her sock.

Bit coin.

Totally untraceable.

How much has she got on there?

4,999.

She was going to make her payment.

They didn't care.

We were right.

They're shutting down.

A sudden cardiac arrest. 65-year-old male. Took a scan.

It's another Vastrel Alpha. The wife's here,

but she's been sedated.

She's still in shock.

How long before I can talk to her?

At least an hour.

All right. Thank you.

Kennex.

I found something they have in common.

They all applied for transplants

through Vastrel's in-house aid program.

Okay. - The four victims we've ID'd so far

and Amelia, our patient,

all of them were rejected due to lack of insurance

by the same case administrator.

What if someone is using the list of rejected applicants

to target buyers for secondhand hearts?

Who is the administrator?

Pauline Rivera.

Detective Kennex. - When people apply to Vastrel's aid program,

you handle their cases, correct?

Yes.

What's this about?

Is this the woman who approached you?

No.

Are you sure?

That's not her.

Detective, I assure you I have done nothing but...

He says she's not the one.

Does anyone else have access

to the list of people denied transplant?

Only I have the decryption key.

Where is your assistant?

Jacinta.

That's her.

Scan the house.

John...

Floor is warm.

That's what my thermal was picking up.

What is that?

A chemical reaction.

Molecular chlorine breaking down blood.

This room's been washed.

- There should be more. - More blood?

More bodies.

Dr. Keating said this has been going on for a long time.

It's kind of hard to believe that every single recipient

was able to keep making their payments, right?

So you're saying someone must've been "turned off"

before Leonard.

Probably more than one.

So why haven't any more bodies

with modded secondhand hearts shown up?

- Good question. - Here's a better one.

These assets are expensive and lucrative.

If someone stops paying, you don't just flush an asset

like that down the drain, do you?

P.D. has no records of bodies recovered

with hearts missing for the last three years.

Try missing persons.

Cross-reference with the list of patients denied Vastrel hearts.

I have 36 matches found already.

No bodies recovered in any of these cases.

Who do we know who gets rid of bodies?

Call the drone for backup.

Listen to me.

You can be valuable to me out here.

You see anyone come out here...

you follow protocol and you stop them.

Just connect with me now, jump

on my system, and you'll have protocol at your fingertips.

Come on.

- Take it. - I can't. - It's okay.

I trust you.

I'm terrified, Dorian.

I'm sorry.

Stay right here.

I'll be right back.

Don't move!

Put him in a cube.

You look pleased.

I spoke to Ms. Rivera at Vastrel.

They've offered to replace every one

of the secondhand hearts at no cost.

Well, one of their employees was involved in an extortion racket.

They're just covering their asses.

Yeah.

Still makes me happy to see the result.

Yeah. It's a good result.

Haven't seen your model in a while.

Probably think it's amusing, huh?

All us humans running around...

trying to get more time.

Must be nice to have all the time in the world.

What are you doing?

I was looking at my cases.

This case in particular, 4378.

A woman's boyfriend was in the house alone

with the woman's son, a little boy.

There was a standoff, and, um,

the woman's boyfriend wanted to...

...kill the little boy with a shotgun.

I used my thermal imaging to track the location

of the little boy.

He was hiding underneath the sink.

And the boyfriend kept looking for him.

I knew it was just a matter of time before he found him.

I broke protocol.

I went into that house and I killed him.

When I found the little boy...

he looked up at me...

and he just hugged me for a long time.

His name was Philip.

That look was the most human connection I've ever had.

That was my proudest moment as a cop.

I didn't realize how much I missed that.

So thank you.

Down in the 42nd.

Yes, and...

Kennex!

Thank you.

I appreciate what you did for me today.

You're an incredible cop.

I'm sorry you couldn't have been one for longer.

Do you remember your precinct?

No.

Do you remember any of your cases?

No.

Do you remember a boy?

Called Philip.

A young boy.

Yeah.

Good.

You okay?

You know what would make me feel better?

What?

If you let me drive.

No.