All language subtitles for Tekwar S01e12 Cyber Hunt

Got a lead on Rossi.

Good morning to you too, Jake.

It turns out his criminal empire has got
big financial problems.

I think I tracked down a source who
might confirm.

Nika, listen, I want you to get me
everything you can on Carlisle Rossi's

financial health. Okay, current
transactions, corporate and personal.

How soon?

Have it by noon.

Noon, July 10th, next year.

Do I sense a little attitude here?

Come on, we're rolling this together.
One big happy Cosmos family.

Cosmos is a family. I would rather be an
orphan. I'll check back with you later.

Sam, let's go.

Sludge. Kilo sludge.

Mega sludge.

What's real, termite?

Well, if it isn't Fab the Precocious.

Terror of the net.

Long time no scan, huh, Nika?

So, all this stuff, this is what a real
job looks like?

Yeah, not that you would know.

Oh, please tell me you didn't come here
for a handout. Oh, negative.

Be proud of your old wingman. I've built
some fancy new hardware since our last

duet.

A hot new rig.

Fast? Lightspeed. And smooth?

I even busted through gamma level. Oh,
right. Maybe in a tech dream.

Verified. Not just once, but count them
four times, four different companies.

It's major trespassing.

Matrix cops must have been there. Now
I'm a neutrino. They didn't even know I

was snooping.

Some outsider's been snooping.

Probably just some cyber jocks looking
for a challenge.

I hope it got through gamma level.

I assure you, Mr. Rusty, they saw
nothing important.

That isn't the point, Eunice.

They shouldn't have got in at all.

Mr. Logan, will you join us?

Welcome to the firm, Mr. Logan.

Thanks.

Your first task, track down whoever
broke into our system.

And your second task, ensure they don't
do it again.

Now this guy that we're going to see
used to be one of Ross' top financial

advisors. But the rumor is they parted
ways.

And you want to know why? Well, Ross'
organization is too big to survive a

flow crisis.

So if he's low on credit, he's going to
be stretching out, taking some chances.

And making mistakes, you hope.

Look, I know Ross is number one on your
personal most wanted list.

You're damn right. Yeah, but some guys
are just untouchable, Jake.

Nobody's untouchable.

Taking him down isn't going to bring
back Matt.

The next best thing.

Good morning, Mrs. Hayden.

Oh, Mr.

Chen.

What new and exotic items have you
today?

Have you any specific desire, Mr. Chen?

Something artistic that embodies the
lyrical subtleties of the human

Then I may have.

Just the thing.

The uncensored director's cut of
Christmas Matica 4.

And a vintage pair of Schwarzenegger.

Shall I put them on your account?

Please.

So good to see you again, Mr. Levine.
The name is Chen.

Oh, what a makeover.

Name, weight, height.

It's astounding what these tissue
tuggers can do these days, isn't it?

impressive. Yeah, but surgery doesn't
change a guy's habits, does it?

Can't resist those violent bids, can
you?

Hey, you're not getting paranoid on me,
are you, Levine? We're not here to nail

you for your black market pleasure.

Just want to know what's up with your
old pal, Ross.

I've severed my ties with Rossy
Enterprises. So I've heard.

Why? The man's losing it, Cardigan.

He's become too obsessed with a quick
buck.

Lots of turnover in the organization.

I figured I'd better leave before I got
replaced.

Anything else?

That's all I know.

May I go now?

Maybe you should stick to musical
comedy.

That's a good one.

One

diet synth

apple delight, one milk -flavored soy
shake.

You got these backwards.

Look it out.

Two lousy drinks and they expect to be
weighted on hand and foot.

Privacy.

So, come on, let's see this hot new rig.

Wings.

Muscle.

Wireless for comfort and portable for
convenience.

Even as a seat for a co -pilot.

What's the chip?

Frunium 90 Alpha with a TF3 decryptor
riding shotgun.

Don't you know TS3s are illegal?

No, Dateman. Information belongs to the
people.

Here.

Nice balance on the Arcos.

Don't just sit there revving the
turbines.

Go for a spin.

Okay, we have liftoff. Where to?

Well, how about getting my money back on
this crummy synths drink?

Whoa!

This mule has got some kicks. That just
would give me whiplash. Guess you're not

used to a real rig, huh, Granny?

I'll zip it and watch my back.

All right, heading into the credit net.

Guard code is busted.

I'm in.

And your credits have been cheerfully
refunded.

How's that for flying?

Passable. Uh -huh.

You know, while I'm still jacked into
the diner...

Knock it off, you piece of...

Found our intruder.

Someone just broke into the credit net.

Same fingerprint.

They're working out of a downtown diner.

Tapped in to a security camera inside.

Have a look.

Two little kitties in a toy cyber rake.
Him I don't know, but she's a pro.

Works for Cosmos Security.

She's a pro?

The best.

You've kicked in audio privacy.

Give me a sec.

I'll break their sounds.

Gotta say, no one can build them like
you.

Oh, you would just love to have one of
these at Cosmos.

Waste of fine technology.

I'm going to use that little miracle to
hack my way to a fortune.

That is the attitude that just about got
you a tour of the freezer.

There's a treasure out there just
waiting for someone to find it.

Find it or steal it. It's a lost item.
Comes under right of salvage. Uh -huh.

What is it?

What's the case about this big?

Containing only eight million credits of
transuranic bullion.

Government impounded it from some tech
lord and then lost it in transit.

Sounds like cyber legend. No myth. I was
surfing a far corner of the net and I

found a lost cluster of the shipping
manifest.

And I thought it was some of the old
teamwork.

Uh -uh. No, this is your gig. Look, I
can build them.

Nobody can fly them like you can.

Fab, if you want to go hunting for the
treasure of the Cyber Madre, go ahead.

But, you know, I gotta go make a living.
What, twiddling bits at Cosmos? How

fun! Come on, photon fingers.

Rise to the challenge. Can you track
down something the best government

can?

You are dreaming.

And you are interested.

Not me.

I'm interested.

All right, then they're getting their
salaries some other way. See if you can

find the paymaster.

Well, here's a possible.

Name's Anya. She works for the Sumi
Bank, but I think she's moonlighting for

Rossi. A lot of his money goes through
her hands. A likely candidate.

You think you can get into Anya's files?
Maybe find something out for us? Not

from here.

She must be keeping Rossi's transactions
off the bank's mainframe.

Guess you're going to have to do some
more field work.

Yeah, I guess so.

Report.

Little boy's name is Fab Kaminsky, small
-time cyber jock.

He used to partner up with this Nika.

Yes, Walter Bascom snapped her up for
Cosmos and purified her juvenile

delinquent soul.

Well, I can take them both out in a
nanosecond. No, no, no, let's not be

Let them find that case for us.

You don't think I can do it?

Mr. Logan, your talents are
considerable, but they can best be

Brute force.

Why draw attention to ourselves?

You're simply not the right choice for
this job.

She is.

Excuse me. I'm looking for a guest
registered under the name of Serge

Monsoon Smith.

Would this be his suite?

It would.

Enter, wait, slave.

Ooh, I guess you're off duty.

You look like a person again.

Oh, viable base here, Mr. Smith.

Until they arrest you, that is. Uh, they
won't. The booking system here is the

worst security I've ever cracked.

Uh -huh.

So, you showed up.

So I was curious.

Maybe I could point you in the right
vector or something.

This is the last trace, as far as I got.
Boy, this is dangled. No wonder the

treasure stayed lost.

You check for address fragments in the
file stack?

Yeah, I went through all the trash.
Nobody's home.

Give me a 6K probability filter, would
you? Ooh, coming up.

Ha!

Debris from a hashed manifest. This
trail is warming up. Give me full

afterburners. Hold on to your parasol.

Are you still on track?

Locked on and flying high. I thought you
said this was going to be a challenge.

What is that?

Nika! Nika!

Miss Anya, building security here. A
package has arrived for you on level B1.

Send the messenger up.

Negative. Regulation 419 prohibits after
-hours unescorted visitors.

Since when?

I'm sorry, I'm unable to answer that
question. Please ask another.

Never mind. I'll come down myself.

Who are you and what are you doing at my
desk?

Don't touch that.

Stand back.

Lady.

I know you hand out the wage to Carlisle
Ross's crew.

Now you are going to show me who is on
his special payroll or I'm going to blow

your head off. No.

Yes, I mean it.

Let her go.

Put the gun down now.

Don't come any closer or I'll shoot her.

I swear I'll shoot her now.

Are you hurt?

Uh, no.

Who are you?

Let's just say my check passes through
this office.

So you work for Rossi. Yeah.

And this creep works for the
competition.

He didn't get what he was after, did he?

No.

I hope not.

Because if he did, I'd have to kill both
of you.

No, honestly.

Let me show you.

See?

It's all here.

No one else has accessed anything.

Everything's in place.

Very good.

Sorry to have bothered you.

I'll dispose of this garbage.

Oh, man.

You know, if you're never going to learn
to pull your punches, we're going to

switch roles.

Fine with me, Cardigan, but you probably
won't fit into most of my dresses.

Did we get what we came for? A lovely
list of names.

Some low -rent muscle, a couple of bag
men, and a wirehead by the name of

Oh, so now Rossi's hiring wireheads.
Yeah.

All right.

Let's take the rest of that list and
we're going to run it by Nika.

Tomorrow, Cardigan. It's after 11 and
she's probably asleep.

Come on, Nika.

Let's see some alpha waves.

Hyper machine.

Breaks me some work.

What did we hit?

I think it's... The firewall I ever saw.

Came out of nowhere.

Well, any idea who put it there?

Oh, come on.

Something that dense had to be
government issue.

We didn't see any classified area
warnings.

Oh,

well, you know, maybe I saw one keep
outside.

Oh, stab!

So what?

We never used to let things like that
stop us. Yeah, which is why we kept

getting popped. You should have told me.
Well, how was I supposed to know you'd

go, like, slam right into a security
firewall? Hey, don't tell me it's my...

What? Freeze!

Area security.

I might have known it would be you.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Who's your accomplice?

My name is Richard M. Nixon.

And you?

Shelley Grout, government special
services.

You're both under arrest.

Trespassing in a national security area
of cyberspace.

It wasn't posted.

Oh, yes, it was.

Two perimeter warnings, three foundry
markers.

I previously had cause to reprimand you
for willful and repeated incursions into

classified areas.

But you have chosen to disregard fame
and flagrantly violate governmental

security. Now you'll suffer the
consequences.

That won't do.

You did manage to plant the
microtracker?

In the champagne.

He swallowed all right.

Alming beacons transmitting loud and
clear.

Then go ahead and intercede.

Tor controls would be simplest.

Still no sign of Nika?

Nope. She hasn't checked her vid phone
either.

Well, maybe she's just running late.

Nah, she always checks in. So where is
she? I don't know. Good question.

I have a warrant for her arrest.

And I warn you not to obstruct me or
I'll lock you away for aiding and

a felon. What has she accused us?

Violating classified cyberspace,
resisting arrest, and assaulting a

official.

Nika do that to you?

Cardigan, you're obstructing.

Boy, I'll bet that must have hurt, huh?

Wipe that smile off your face, Cardigan.

If I find out she was doing her snooping
for you or Bascom, I'm shutting down

Cosmos once and for all.

Search the premises.

Arrest anybody that interferes.

Slugging a GSS officer.

Not good.

I can't wait to hear Nika's reason for
doing that. Yeah, well, we better find

her before Grout does.

Where do we stand here? First problem,
GSS, is on our skin.

Yeah, well, you can thank yourself for
that one.

Cool out, all right? Done is done. Now
it is time to think.

Hey,

you've got some powerful pals at Cosmos.
Maybe they can fix things up.

Oh, sure, Thad.

Mr. Bascomster, my braindead ex -partner
and I were out hacking.

Well, nothing to do with company
business, and we stepped into some deep

Could you kindly get GSS off our backs?

Well, then what's your flowchart?

Well, GSS wouldn't rope off a whole
sector for nothing.

I mean, they must not want that item to
be found.

Maybe they're the ones who lost it in
the first place.

Yeah, but they would never admit it.

It's too embarrassing.

Which means it's a cover -up, which
means what?

Which means...

that we've got to find the treasure
first and go public with it.

Once it's out in the open, GSS can't
touch us. Because it would only make

look worse. Right, right.

So let's hit the cyber trail again.

Okay, here's your rig.

Hey, is this real leather?

Nothing but the best.

So, what do we got?

Got a missing person case.

The immense and powerful Cosmos Security
is hiring us on a simple missing person

case?

Who said it was simple?

But you've got a sizzling savage elk
already working for you. That's right.

She's the one that's missing.

Does she want to be found?

We don't know. I'm going back to bed.

Pause.

We can use the bus.

Are you fried?

This is the legendary Nika we're talking
about. She's better than we are. Speak

for yourself.

Me? I've always kind of wondered if she
was real or synth.

I think a showdown could be a blast.

Cowgirl, this is no time to get matcha.

Okay.

Okay, she's plugged in, ready to go.

10 -9 -8 -0, go!

Coming up on the GSS sector of death
again, firewall still in place.

Nice and easy these times.

Let's not trip their alarm.

Somebody's following you.

GSS?

I can't tell you. Want me to lose him?

What do you think? Give me full power.

It's yours.

Found her.

All right, pass me through.

I've got to catch her first. She's
making a run for it. Hope this chair's

lot of juice.

Play the dance for me.

They're coming at me fast.

Well, let's just see if they can
maneuver.

She's trying some evasives. Turn up the
heat, Wildside.

Doing what I can.

They're sticking with you.

Man, they are too good for GSS.

All right, I'm going to try a loop -de
-loop, because Rick can take... Can take

it.

What kind of driving is that?

The kind that's going to get you in a
lot of trouble if you don't stay sharp.

What, do you want to drive?

Boogie's dropped off the hair. Just a
hair?

No more fooling around. Give me a vector
for intersection 30. That place is a

jungle. Yep.

You're heading into rush hour traffic.
That's no place to play.

Trying to lose me in the crowd, eh,
girl?

Hope nobody here gets air sick.

Careful. You lose it at this speed,
we'll be picking up the pieces for

Just keep those engines for inside, boy.
We're close enough to give her a hail.

Nika!

Somebody you know?

Cardigan wants to talk to you.

Prove it. I can't unless you slow down.

Look, I'm not tracing you, Nika. I
swear, Cardigan just wants to talk.

It could be a trick. I say we bolt.

Keep running if you want to, but don't
expect your pals to come looking for you

again.

Jake? What's my favorite tune these
days?

Bloodbath. By the Deletions. You play it
at your desk all the time.

You hate my leather jacket.

You like mayo on your soy burgers. I'm
here to help you. This is not a trick.

Well, you can't help me.

Well, let me try.

I am in really deep.

I messed up, Jake.

Cosmos has set up an interface with
Nika.

Channel's shielded, but not enough to...
Keep me up.

Good.

We can't let Cardigan get Nika back onto
the side of the angels now, can we?

Tell me where you are.

Tell me what you need.

I'll show up alone.

We talk.

And that's it.

I mean, you want to go out on your own.

I respect that.

Nika, you don't doubt on me. I couldn't
shut down.

Where's Jake?

Jake!

What

are

you doing?

Someone cut into the channel.

They dropped a feedback from on Class 1.

Better see if everybody's okay.

You can't talk to Cosmos.

Jake may be hurt.

Yeah, who do you think they're going to
blame for that?

I didn't... They don't know that.

You can't show your face to Cosmos,
Nika.

What do you think is in their heads
right now?

Nika gone rogue? I can hardly believe
it. No, I don't believe it.

Somebody tried to kill us. Yeah,
somebody did, but it wasn't Nika. I

was just about to go along with me. Who
then?

Didn't you say that Rossi just put this
wirehead on his payroll?

Yeah, wirehead.

Logan.

What are you doing?

Rossi Enterprises. Yeah, Carlisle Rossi,
please.

Who's speaking, please?

Tell him Mr.

Chen.

Well, Mr.

Mr. Cardigan.

What do you want? I just want to let you
know that your cyber bomb missed.

I have no idea what you're talking
about.

You know, I never thought that you'd let
a wirehead do your dirty work for you.

Especially a second -rate one like
Logan.

But I guess when you got casual
problems, you know, you got a tendency

little sloppy, huh?

You just keep it up.

I'm closing in on you.

And you're heading for that freezer.

Cardigan, you're a nuisance.

Call me again and I'll... Stir up that
pot once in a while.

Thanks.

Wait a minute. Did he pay us?

Your cyber bomb failed.

And he knows your name.

So what?

He's got zip.

He's bluffing.

And what if he isn't?

Don't screw up again.

Brought some food, dear.

Thanks.

Maybe later. We've got to get back to
work.

Your gray cells took a hell of a slam.
You should rest and recoup a little

longer. Finding the treasure is the only
way out of this mess.

The treasure isn't going anywhere.

GSS wouldn't be throwing around
firewalls and feedback bombs if they

it was.

Yeah, well, I'm not so sure it was GSS
that dropped the bomb. I mean, why would

they want to blow up Cosmos?

Maybe they thought you were there.

Whoa, whoa, slow down, particle bean.

Have some hot protein, chow.

Frying my neurons, eating a cheap
takeout, hanging out with the rats.

Yeah, just like the old days.

They haven't changed much.

I guess not.

You sure have.

You know, you made something of
yourself.

Then I had to come along and trash it
for you.

I really thought I had the prize this
time. I figured with your help, I

miss.

Well, now we're going to need a miracle
just to break even.

Just like the old days.

Nick, I'm sorry.

Well, let's start working on that
miracle.

Who set this up?

The guy didn't give me his name.

He just said that he had something on
Ross before me.

The call was untraceable. The guy's a
real pro.

Yeah, it's got to be our cyber bomber.
And you still think it's a good idea?

Yeah, if we stick to the plan.

Your neck.

All right. You wait for my signal, okay?

We go in too early, they're going to
scare them away.

And we go in too late, well, cotton's a
great insurance benefit.

You won't need your weapon, Tardy.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Just keep moving forward.

Lomato.

Ready, willing, ending.

Be a good place to chat?

No.

It's a good place to die.

Sam, it could be a good time.

A good time would be now, Sam.

He must be Logan, the wirehead.

I knew if I rattled Ross's cage, he'd
turn you loose on us.

Roxy, who?

Bet you dropped that bomb, that
cyberbomb on Cosmos, didn't you, huh?

That's twice you swung and missed.

He's not going to be too happy with you.

I don't know who you're talking about.

Oh, please.

What are you going to do, shoot me in
cold blood?

No, but I'll tell you what I will do.

I'll turn you into the cops, and I'll
arrange for a low -security cell for

Then we're going to spread the word that
you made a deal to turn state evidence

against Rossi. My guess is that Rossi
will shut him down in what?

24 hours?

No, he's better than I'd say 12 hours
max.

Love.

And more love.

Okay.

You know how your boss operates.

You think he's going to stick up for his
employee?

Huh? I'll tell you what I can do.

I won't rule on Rothy, but I can tell
you where your little friend is if you

me walk. No way. You'd say anything to
save yourself.

What guarantee do we have that you're
going to tell us where Nika is?

I know exactly where she is.

I planted a homing beacon on her
partner.

Is she unarmed?

Do we have a deal?

No deal, Cardigan.

You're all under arrest.

I warned you not to interfere.

Thank you for not listening.

Damn grout.

We're on to something here.

What are you doing?

Stay out of it, Cardigan. You can't put
electronic handcuffs on a wire head.

Not much on this level.

Someone's been doing it with an
optimizer and wiped it clean.

How retentive.

Found something here.

Another scrambled cluster.

But you never know what you'll find in
someone's garbage.

Like a fragment of shipping manifest.

For the treasure?

Has to be. It is garbled exactly the
same way as the one you found.

It's nowhere near the sector GSS
cordoned off. Those government suits

for vapor.

Okay, you got it just scrambled yet?
Almost.

Points to main storage building,
Cosgrove machine parts.

Just sitting there in a spare parts
warehouse?

Why not? It's a fully automated storage
facility.

Something shows up there, gets thrown in
the bin and forgotten about.

Yeah, but which bin? This place has got
to have millions.

I can't access their inventory computer
from here.

It's not in the net.

Let's vector.

They were poking around Cyber Sector
BX353, then they dropped out.

Perhaps they found something. Can you
tell?

I told you she was better than you.

We'll see.

They're on the move. I think they have
found something.

Well, I'll catch up with them and check.

I believe I'll accompany you.

You don't trust me?

Of course I trust you. I believe I'll
accompany you.

Could you hurry it up? Could you just
keep quiet? This thing is being

Allow us.

Shall we?

Great work, Groud.

Great work.

Our only lead, and you let him get away.

Let's do it, Cardigan.

I don't need you second -guessing me.
Now, what you need is to set us loose so

we can go and save your sorry butt. I
can handle this operation by myself.

you very much.

Face it, Grouch.

We're the only hope you've got of
salvaging this operation.

So you better clue us in quick.

There are issues of national security
involved. With you, that usually means

cover -up.

Now, I don't care what it is. You keep
it covered up.

You won't go public?

No. No, I want Nika back safe.

And I want Rossi and Logan nailed.

Deal? Deal.

Good.

All right, so what are you after?

The same thing your friends are trying
to find.

A shipping case of some lost government
property.

Which is? I think it's eight million
credits worth of transuranic bullion.

And what is it really?

Four liters of megatropine delta.

Biocatalytic anti -personnel compound.

So why does everybody believe it's
bullion when it's nerve gas?

Because it's shipped in the same way.

Secretly in unmarked containers, along
with actual bullion transfers.

Oh, that's great.

Well, how would you transport a cardigan
in big, bright red containers labeled

hazardous waste or deadly nerve gas?

Oh, yeah, that'd be a great target for
terrorists. Not to mention the big PR

problem.

We have transported tons of such
material in this manner without

And who would care about one little
container getting sidetracked?

The inventory computer's over here.

Manners, Mr. Logan.

Let Nika do the honors.

Why should she? You're going to waste us
both anyway.

Yes. Well, there is the question of how.

Quickly or otherwise.

Logan tagged him with a homing beacon.

And all we've got to do is figure out
what frequency he's on. Yeah, well,

not much to work with.

No, that's all we've got.

Wait, are you looking on the J2 band?
Yeah, that's where most trackers usually

live. I don't know. Rossi does all of
his code encryptions on the M5. That's

what the bank file said.

Good thought.

Do I get a code?

Not quite yet.

Warehouse on the east side.

Found it.

In XV...

396. Put it on the auto delivery system.

Number two.

Number two.

Wait here.

access code.

I'm taking her off me.

So you think your neurons are more
powerful than mine?

Let's play.

What's the matter, Pookie?

Can't take a little synaptic overload?

You can't quit just yet.

You're supposed to be good.

Your problem is you get not powerful.

You want power?

Take mine.

Rossi, listen to me.

Listen to me, Rossi. That case is
lethal. It's full of nerve gas and omega

Very creative blot, Jake. That thing
goes off for all day.

Put it down and walk out of here. This
treasure's all mine.

Okay, so GSF is not going to hassle us,
right? I told you, Jake cut a deal with

Grubb. She gets to keep the lost
package, we keep quiet, and we're all

again.

Perfecto.

So what are you going to do now?

Well, I've been catching echoes about a
whole sector of inactive bank accounts

on the Matrix. Fab. I'm going to list an
unclaimed dividend, stuff nobody's

going to miss. Fab, even you've got to
smarten up sometime.

I do?

Yeah. Just lose your itch to get rich
and find something useful to do.

You mean like a job?

Ew.

I'm going to have to think about that
one.

Okay, I'll think about it. I will.

You know, in the meantime, do you think
you could like spot me ten credits a

day? No.

Okay.

So, I guess I'll catch you on the net
then.

Okay.

Take care.