All language subtitles for Tekwar s01e05 Alter Ego

Miles Nelson Connor, you have been found
guilty of murder and criminal

conspiracy.

You are sentenced to 115 years of
cryogenic incarceration.

As the duly appointed warden of this
facility, I do hereby carry out this

sentence on behalf of the people.

Do you have anything to say for
yourself?

Go to hell.

I'm sure you'll be there to greet me
when I arrive.

At 7 .30 this morning, the criminal
career of Miles Conner, one of the

most notorious tech lords, came to an
end.

Conner's arrest and conviction was due
in large part to the efforts of a task

force headed by Attorney General Helen
Sloan and Special Prosecutor Lane Tyler.

And with a great deal of unofficial
assistance from Cosmos Security

Not to mention a couple of lugs named
Jake and Sid. A couple of happy lugs.

Amen. That's the first time we sent
somebody to the freezer.

I thought they deserved worse.

Now, let's celebrate.

This is the real stuff.

Not since.

Nice surprise, huh? To the good guys.

It's always nice to win one.

Especially this one.

Cano is a criminal genius.

He's smarter than Luciano, Gotti, and
Moffat all rolled into one.

Take everything we've got at this
Mounted Empire.

Well, Cosmos will do its part.

And then some.

Pro bono.

Is that you talking or Baskin?

Baskin rule number one, never walk away
from a check case.

That's right.

Not until the last lord is frozen.

Man after my own heart.

My office, gentlemen, 8 a .m. tomorrow.
We'll lay out our next move.

That's good.

Get some rest.

All right.

This family's already starting to come
apart.

What was it the poet said?

Something about the best laid plan.

Help me!

Help!

Hey,

stand back.

We nailed that guy, Jake.

No way that was Connor.

No way.

What was it the poet said?

Something about the best laid plans.

We've got complete audio and video
match.

It's Miles Connor.

Impossible. We just put that guy on ice.

Sid is right. This is somebody else. We
want him bad.

Okay. Two things we can rule out. Morph
mask and android.

The security monitors would have lit up
like the net at rush hour.

Hi -res hollow?

Have you ever heard of a hologram with
human vital?

According to the security monitor, he
had a pulse, respiration, EKG that

Monitors can be fooled.

Mika.

Our mystery man just fried Helen Sloan.
Jake and I could be next.

Unless you want to come to our funerals,
you've got to come up with something

that we can go on. Guys, I can only work
with what I've got. And all the data

I've got says the killer is Miles
Conner.

Fingerprints, DNA, blood type, all
match.

Alpha level spiking a little high.

That's rare, but not unheard of.

It's definitely Conner's pattern.

Pull the pod. I want a visual.

Even if you had a court order, which you
don't, I would tell you that's a waste

of time.

Our monitors don't lie.

Listen to the warden. She's got it
right.

If I wanted a corroborating opinion, I
would have asked for it.

And you are?

Who wants to know?

Who is the Attorney General's task
force?

Lieutenant Houston.

Special investigation.

Tyler's put me in charge of the task
force.

If you're working on the case, you're
working for me.

Okay, fair enough.

This is Sid Gomez, and I'm... Jake
Cardigan.

Ex -cop, ex -tech head, ex -con.

I must admit, this is the last place I'd
expect to see a man who spent four

years in cold storage.

Why is it I get the same rap from every
cop I meet? What am I, required reading?

As a matter of fact, you are.

I know lots about you, Cardigan, and
there's lots I don't like.

Yeah, well, I don't like... A desk
jockey coming along, hijacking my case.

And where were you when we spent six
months setting Connor up? Where were you

when Sid and I took him down?

Is that relevant?

Lieutenant, this is personal.

Helen Sloan was a friend.

We're on the same team.

Would you work with us?

All right.

Team is the operative word.

No Lone Ranger stuff.

Understood?

Yes, ma 'am.

Everything about a book.

Roger.

Okay. Looks like Connor's not our man.

Yeah, looks that way.

Which leaves us with a question.

Who else benefits from Sloan's death
other than Connor's second -in -command?

Dallas DeMarco.

He doesn't have the stones to risk this
kind of heat.

Well, heat is exactly what Sloan and the
task force were putting on him.

Lots of heat.

I think DeMarco killed Sloan. How
exactly, I'm not sure, but I'm sure if

bring DeMarco in, we'll find out.
Without evidence and cause?

His lawyer will love that.

He'll wrap you in writs and hang you out
to dry.

Schoolyard rules, hot shot. I showed you
my theory. You show me yours.

Bottom line, I think it's too early in
the day for theories.

But we do have a contact with Connor's
organization.

Oh? You have a tech lord in your pocket?

Well, actually, he's more surf than
lord.

But his information is top drawer.

Maybe he can tell us what the big guys
are up to.

I keep hearing rumors about how some
people want to strike out on their own,

become independent operators.

That's not going to happen.

Miles Conner had a vision, a plan, and
he left instructions.

All we need to do is follow them. In
case you haven't noticed, Conner's out

the picture for the next century.

Now, what this organization needs is a
new chairman.

We're not here to take a vote. You're
right, DeMarco.

We don't need to vote.

Anybody have any objections to my taking
the job?

Well, I... I'll go along with what

everyone else wants.

Miles. What I want doesn't matter
anymore.

Is that what I'm hearing?

This situation, gentlemen, is what I
would call classic.

Not dissimilar to that of Ulysses.

You all remember the legend of Ulysses.

Before he sailed off to war, Ulysses
left his kingdom under the protection,

of his friend.

But when he returned home he discovered
his so -called friends

had plundered his castle, tried to
compromise his wife.

In other words, they'd shown him
complete and utter contempt!

Do you know what Ulysses did to those
men?

He whacked them.

Didn't he, Mr. Conner?

Quaintly put, but correct.

He whacked them.

Extreme, to be sure.

Better, perhaps, to make an example,
just one.

Any questions?

My money, Lars, is a no -show.

He's in too deep. He'll show. Trust me.

Jeez, look at this.

She's got her eye on you, sir.

Privacy mode.

What's real?

Back off, Gomez. You're on the verge of
making the ultimate goof.

What is this, Angelo?

You decided to switch sides in the war
of the sexes?

Very funny.

I don't want to take any chance of being
spotted with you two.

If he can take down an attorney general,
he can take down anybody, anywhere.

Slow down.

You're not making much sense.

I'm not supposed to. I just saw a ghost.

Miles Connor in the flesh.

Somebody's scamming you. Connor's in the
freezer. Wrong.

The guy I saw walks like Connor, talks
like Connor.

Hell, he even kills like Connor.

I'd start reading the fine print on my
life insurance if I was you two.

So you're saying what, Jake?

That it really was Connor?

No, sir.

No, our informant said that Connor never
touched anything when he was at the

conference. My guess is that he saw a
high -resolution hologram. Yeah, a

hologram controlled by DeMarco. Think
about it.

Thumb leans on DeMarco, Connor offs her.

Austin gives DeMarco a problem, Connor
pops up and offs him.

DeMarco's the one that's always coming
out on top. He's our puppet master.

No way.

Why go for a scheme that points flashing
arrows at yourself? DeMarco's not that

stupid.

Besides, our informant said that he was
just as surprised as everyone else when

Conner showed up. Hell of a performance.

He can join the drama club when we send
him to the freezer.

Listen to me, please.

Somebody is using DeMarco as a fall guy.

Somebody who can stroll into the Conner
building, Conner doesn't take loads and

make a hit right under their nose. Come
on, Cardigan, please.

Schoolyard rules. You got a better
theory? Yeah, read my lips.

DeMarco. Can I step in here for a
second?

Or would you two like to keep playing
put down?

Lieutenant, you keep saying DeMarco's
our man.

Prove it. Give me the evidence I need
for a conviction.

Tap his calls, put spy eyes in his car,
do what it takes.

Yes, sir. Jake, if our perp is someone
other than DeMarco, find out who it is

and do it damn fast.

Come on.

One more thing.

Whoever this is, you know they're
dangerous.

So watch your backs.

He's right.

I've assigned a round -the -clock
protection for Tyler.

You or Gomez can have the same if you
want it.

Houston, I'm touched.

Don't get dewy -eyed on me, Cardigan.
I'm only trying to prevent another

homicide. All that data entry's hell on
my nails.

You okay, officer?

Yes, sir, I'm fine.

How about a nice cup of soy, Kat?

That'd be nice, sir.

I'll brew up a fresh pot.

Don't go away now.

Officer Gallagher, I need to speak to
you.

Yes, lieutenant?

Officer Gallagher, I need to speak to
you.

Officer Gallagher.

I need to speak to you. I need to speak
to you. I need to speak to you.

Officer!

Officer, are you okay?

She'll be fine, Tyler.

But I can't say the same about you.

Why don't you just fade away, Connor? I
know you're a hologram. Am I?

Can a hologram do this?

St. Tyler is dead.

I just saw Miles Connor kill him.

I can't believe a Connor clone got him.

Any idea who or what our perp actually
was?

No, both DNA and prints are
inconclusive.

Primary construction has determined that
our strangler stands a little over 180

centimeters and weighs in around 72
kilos.

Same stats as Miles Conner. Yeah, only
he's in the freezer.

The question is, who's trying to pin
this on? And why?

Why, I don't know, but who's got to be
DeMarco?

I doubt it.

This has got high tech written all over
it.

DeMarco's a meat and potatoes kind of
guy. You know, pulse gun at the back of

the neck type.

Technology is just not his style. We're
not talking style here. This is

insanity. Either that or somebody's
trying to send a message.

Any thoughts on that, Lieutenant?

I think there's something we're not
being told, Sid.

I'm sorry.

It's classified.

Classified?

What happened to working together?

Look, this isn't the only investigation
in the world, Cardigan. I can't divulge

information that's going to compromise
another case.

Now, those are the ground rules. You
either take them or you leave.

Baskin rule number two, never trust a
bureaucrat.

Assuming the killer is part of Connor's
organization, what does that give us?

Oh, only about a hundred or so suspects.

Yeah. Want to narrow that list down a
little bit?

Nika, got a little time to run a check
for me?

Not really.

But for you, Jake, dear, I will make the
time. Because I know that you will bug

me incessantly.

Every hour, on the hour, until you do.

I know a guy.

That for 20 credits will pull out her
fingernails one by one with a pair of

pliers. No way.

Something that much fun I want to do
myself.

I heard that.

Good.

Now listen to this.

I want you to run a cross -reference for
me on every member of Connor's

organization. Name your parameters.

Anybody whose height and weight is close
to Connor's.

Only three of his associates fit.

Hans Graham, Rob Stone, and Mike
Cardessa.

Graham had a fatal run -in with a...
pulse gun last week and his phone's in

freezer which leaves us with ta -da good
old micodefa the strangling is one of

his specialties man knows his guns but
does he know where to find no death

indeed he does let's go thank you uh
hold on partner shouldn't we share this

with houston her rules take it or leave
it i left it

Hang on, partner.

Let me check this out.

Name your security system.

Infrared, ultrasonic, whatever.

No matter how sophisticated, this baby
will neutralize it.

Hey, those are ancient motion trackers
we had 20 years ago.

All right.

You take the unit on the left.

I'll take the one on the right.

Ready?

I hate to see your expense report on
that one.

Odessa. Looks like he got caught in the
crossfire.

So what happened here?

Maybe somebody hacked into his security
system.

Took it over.

Happens all the time.

Well, if that's what happened, chances
are said hacker left his signature right

here.

Well, chances are our hacker can find
it.

Find any vacuum tubes?

Worse than that. It's a 3286 processor.

We're talking the dark ages here. Can
you crack it?

Lucky for you, I have a thing for
antiques.

No name or password violations.

If somebody hacked into this jalopy,
they left no tracks.

Oh, hello.

Look at this.

Odessa the Junkman has managed to get
hold of one nifty little holo program.

And let me guess, it's a piece of
software capable of generating a high

hologram? Complete with fake life signs.

Now, how do you suppose a retro -check
like Odessa got his hands on something

like this?

A better question would be, why didn't
you alert me about Odessa?

Sorry, it slipped my mind.

Just like our agreement to work as a
team, no Lone Ranger stuff, remember?

Oh, gosh.

Golly gee, you know, I get really
confused about that teamwork thing. I

it was, you know, a two -way street,
cooperating, sharing, not holding back.

you all so confused about breaking and
entering, suppressing evidence, and

generally screwing up? Children, please.

This isn't a sandbox.

It's a murder investigation.

Bodies are piling up around us.

Why don't we try working together for a
change?

You know things that we need to know.

Can you fill us in, please?

I can't do it.

Even if I wanted to.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Just the two of us. I know a place.

Soya caff or authentic java?

Will that be all?

Thank you. Okay.

For the last year, there's been a
concerted effort to steal all kinds of

-secret software.

Stuff like Odessa's program, and more.

Well, it sounds like somebody's ready to
make a big score you've got to fix on

the target.

Our guess?

The biggest one of all.

The Matrix.

Oh, boy. Well, no wonder you're keeping
such a lid on this, huh?

Well, people would panic if word got
out.

Well, you can't blame them. A cyber
pirate with full Matrix access.

You can wipe out everything you own with
a keystroke.

Well, that's why I've been working on
this case for the past six months,

undercover.

You were there?

Yeah. The death of the program was part
of a hush -hush military act.

We traced it back to a shell corp, the
Bimler Company. The question is, who's

really in control of all that stolen
software?

Plus, who's calling the shots?

Which brings us back to you and me.

Only one of us can call the shots on
this investigation.

Me.

What happened to teamwork?

There'll be a team.

We just need a captain.

Well, I'm too much of a freelancer to be
completely comfortable with that, but

I'll do whatever it takes.

Find out who hit Sloan and Tyler.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Let me fill this little bargain with
happy tidings.

Nika has traced ownership of Odessa's
holoprogram, too. The Baimler Company.

Old news.

Do you also know that, uh, one Dallas
DeMarco owns the company, of course?

Bingo.

Well, that's it.

Yeah, but wait a minute.

Where does DeMarco have the stones to
take on something that big?

What say we go ask him?

You guys in the mood for a little
fieldwork?

Got a first name, Lieutenant?

Sam.

Samantha?

Sam.

Sam Houston.

It works for me.

Entry into this building is restricted.
Please identify yourself.

Lieutenant Houston, special
investigations.

I'm here to speak to Dallas DeMarco.

Regretfully, Mr. DeMarco is not
available.

Please leave the premises at once.

That's teamwork.

I think DeMarco sees now.

You guys on a tech trip or what? Holos
don't kill people. People do.

Yeah, like your friend Mike Odessa when
he rigged Sloan's car.

And he used a hologram of Connor for a
cover.

Come on, I watched the news.

You got an eyewitness that saw Connor
strangle Tyler.

One of your own cops.

No, Odessa strangled him.

while Officer Gallagher was unconscious.

And when she came to, he just turns on
his trusty holographic generator.

Gallagher didn't see the real Connor and
Tyler. She saw a hologram of Connor

strangle a hologram of Tyler.

Oh, this is all fascinating.

What's it got to do with me?

Well, you pay the bills, DeMarco. Your
company bought the holoprogram for

Odessa. Now, hold on.

I didn't pay for nothing.

I suppose you never heard of Bimler
Company.

No, I haven't. I didn't do any of this.
Yeah, just like you didn't order

Hitstone Sloan and Tyler.

Your signature's all over the net.

We've got the data back up for all these
charges.

Guys, I want to go downtown.

Someone's trying to set me up, and I
think I know who.

Only I don't want to talk about it.

Not here.

Another dead end, Jake.

Security wall.

Couldn't stop me when it got slow.

But you stopped me when I got Tyler.

And you're not going to stop me now.

It's no use, Cardigan.

I'm everywhere and I'm nowhere.

And I'm right where you can't get to me.

I've got a rule for this one. You win.

I'll get you out of here.

It's a waste of time, but keep looking.
Keep me posted.

They swept the counter building.
Surprise, surprise.

No sign of him. How's Sid?

Doc says he's going to be on his feet in
a couple days.

Must have done something right in a past
life.

Or in this one. If it wasn't for him,
I'd be just as dead as DeMarco.

Well, that's an unhappy thought.

I've almost gotten used to having you
around.

We've got work, Cardigan.

Yeah, but after work, there's life,
right?

Are you, uh, hitting on me?

You're awfully sure of yourself, Jake.

Well, I ought to be. You just called me
Jake.

What happened to Cardigan?

Lieutenant, Judge Worth has issued the
warrant.

Good. Dispatch a high -security
transport to the freezer.

We'll link up with him there.

Wait.

What are you doing?

I'm pulling Connor out of the cryover
interrogation. Look, you were there. You

heard what he said. I'm everywhere. I'm
nowhere. I'm right where you can't get

me. Which means what?

That he projected himself out of the
freezer into the real world? Remember

the warden said? There was unusual brain
activity. Look, I know I'm grasping at

straws, but damn it, I'm ready to grasp.

Odessa's dead, DeMarco's dead, and we're
fresh out of Leeds.

Connor's all we've got left.

I know this guy.

I know how he thinks. I know what he's
capable of, and I know how dangerous

guy can be.

Back when I was on the force, he had a
mistress.

Sweet, dumb kid, still in her teens.

She owed me a favor or two.

She'd see stuff, hear stuff.

She'd pass it along.

Connor finds out.

What do you think he does?

He'd touch a hair on her head.

But her parents?

Her best friend.

Anybody who meant anything to her.

They all had accidents.

Trust me, you don't want this guy
crawling around in your head.

And you certainly don't want to take the
chance that he might escape from the

freezer.

We agreed I'm bought, remember?

We also agreed that we're on the same
team.

No games.

Share and share alike.

So fill me in, boss.

When are you going to tell me about the
warrant?

Are you in or out?

Cerebral levels 90 % and climbing.

Pulse contour looks solid.

We have movement.

Shut down.

He's coming too.

It's too cold for hell.

I must be back among the living.

He's all yours.

Cardigan, how pleasant.

Did you come to visit or to stay?

You look lousy, Miles.

What's the matter? Freezer burn got you
down?

It's a pain.

But Lieutenant Houston is going to save
me from it.

I doubt she's yanking me out of cry or
just to say hello.

She must have questions.

Serious questions that only I can
answer.

I'm afraid you're out of luck,
Lieutenant.

No answers here.

You'll sing a different tune when we
take you downtown and hand you over to

Hedgehinkers.

Tell me, Jake, why is your erstwhile
partner absent?

Has Mr. Gomez met with some kind of
accident?

You have a real neck.

For ranging accidents, don't you?

Almost as good as your knife for putting
people into the freezer.

And the freezer's where you're going to
spend the next century, my friend.

Don't be petty, Jake.

Astound me with your intellect.

Tell me what I'm thinking.

How you'd love to keep me alone for just
ten minutes.

Five would do.

Well, too bad you're never going to get
the chance.

I will.

Soon. What's it you said about letting
him crawl around in your head? He let

rot in cryosan.

He can't escape from the freezer. If you
let him out... You heard what the man

said, Jake.

I have questions only he can answer.

I hope you gentlemen are careful,
cautious, and prepared.

So many people I know have been struck
down before their time.

Expect the unexpected, I always say.

Can the chatter.

You talk to nobody, Connor, and nobody
talks to you until you get downtown.

Understood?

Proceeding according to importance.

Relax, Jake.

We've got six escort vehicles on convoy.

Two hover jets flying point.

It'll be a milk run.

Welcome back, Mr. Connors.

Thank you, Mr.

Connors.

Nav system failure.

Unit 1, what are you doing? Report.

Nav system failure.

The whole system shut down.

Connors is behind us. The whole thing is
set up.

Audio trade. Connor.

Password doppelganger.

Doppelganger? I would prefer something
more personable.

How about calling me Miles?

You've earned it, Miles.

You've met my expectations and then
some.

You're one astounding piece of
programming, my friend.

My programming is superb.

The best that can be stolen.

But you.

Your memories.

Your drive.

That special way you hate.

That's what makes me what I am.

I heard you took care of Sloan and
Tyler.

And a few other loose ends.

Taking control of the Adway, that was
impressive.

Flipping into the Matrix unnoticed.

That was the difficult part.

But now I can access the Adway as easily
as you can open a door.

What about bank accounts, police files,
communication systems?

They are all wide open.

Every data system on the Matrix is
available for the team.

Then nothing can stop us. Nothing can
stop me.

I see.

I could have suffocated you in your
cryopod or killed you on the Adway, but

wanted this to be personal.

I felt I owed you that much. It's a
shame.

We could have made quite a team, you and
I.

We are a solo act.

You're right.

We are not the sort who cares to share
power.

Access subdirectory, doppelganger,
delete all files, backup, and primary.

Do you actually think I wouldn't
anticipate a kill switch?

Damn.

You are me.

In each and every way.

He's paralyzed Metro.

Shut down all the departments of
computers.

You sure it's Connor?

Who else would scan police files but in
the name of every informant that's ever

ratted on them?

We found the van at the shuttle port.

Both the officers are dead.

No sign of Connor.

He could be anywhere by now.

There's nothing you could have done. I
could have listened to you.

But you didn't. You made a mistake.

Leaders do that sometimes.

So what do we do now, boss?

Find the bastard and we eradicate him.

Uh, Jake, dear, we got company.

Wait, that's not a hacker symbol. That's
part of the net.

Nika, get the hell out of there.

I don't believe that.

I've never... You all right?

Guys, I think we have a very big problem
on our hands.

Not even I have heard of a program this
sophisticated.

You were supposed to. It was top secret.

Yeah, until Connor stole it.

He probably ran a neural dump into its
engrams just before he went to the

freezer. For all that counts, that
program is Connor, warts and all.

Then it was the artificial intelligence
running his empire.

And he used holograms, vid phones, and
surrogates like DeMarco and Odessa to

him out. Yeah, now we only have to
figure out how to get to it.

I mean, at this rate, it won't be long
before the program takes over the entire

net. It may already be too late.

I mean, I could zap with the virus, but
we'd have to isolate it first.

Trouble is, it could be hiding anywhere.

Well, it won't hide from me.

If it's got Connor's personality, it's
gonna hate me as much as I hate him.

Jake, if this thing traps you in the
net... I don't care. I'm willing to take

the risk as long as we stop Connor.

Guys, we gotta move it or lose it.

We're on the edge of net, level six.

No sign of our friend yet.

Try broadcasting your password on every
channel.

That should bring him running.

Come on, Connor.

I'm here. This is your big chance.

Heads up, Nika.

Be back.

Nika, what do you read?

Nika!

Something tells me this isn't candid,
Toto.

Jake?

What's wrong, Jake? Don't touch him. We
pull him out of the net now, we'll short

out every synapse in his head.

Cardigan, the man that put my lesser
half in the freezer.

Lesser half?

Met with an accident.

Like so many before him.

Like you.

Heartbeat's passed 100 BP.

150 over 90 and rising.

Here there, Jake. You got him out in the
open.

I can start establishing my containment
zone now.

Give it up, Jake.

This is my universe.

I'm God here.

My powers are infinite.

And you have nothing to fight with.

Pulse, B -P -E -K -G, all in the red
zone. Can't you do something?

I am placing triple -key encryption
codes on all network connections around

friend.

I hope you realize this is personal,
Jake.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

Get him off my back, Jake.

He can't take much more. Keep him busy,
Jake.

take you down again.

No matter what you are.

We're losing him. I can't afford the
virus until the containment field is in

place. I just need 40 more seconds.

Come on.

I thought you said you were powerful.

I'm not going to make this easy. I
promise you.

You are going to die.

Piece by piece by piece.

Mika, containment zone is locked.

that late plan?

No! No!

Jake?

Jake, can you hear me?

Okay. Hey, sit.

Hey.

How you feeling, partner?

Lousy, man. But I couldn't stand that
place a minute longer.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to
get a donut in the hospital?

Yeah, I do.

While you're recovering, maybe you want
to catch up on your expense report.

My pal.

My hero.

That's what I think it is.

Glazed, buttermilk, and...

Excuse me.

We need to be alone.

So it's later, Sam.

Well, the cyber cops have scanned the
entire Matrix.

No sign of the Conner program.

Gate closed.

And on to the next one.

No rest for the righteous.

So what's the chance of you and I
teaming up again sometime?

It's not impossible.

We'll talk about it over dinner tonight.

Thanks, but... Not thanks.

But, um... Tomorrow night you're on.

What makes you so sure I'm available
tomorrow night?

I've read your file card again.

For me.