All language subtitles for Tekwar s01e09 Deadline

Despite what the fuzzy thinkers say,
these are just machines, folks.

They can't feel, can't grow, can't learn
any differently than a decent computer.

And like computers, they have no rights.

Why?

Because you can't program a soul.

And without a soul, these mechanical
puppets have no place

in a just.

moral, human world.

If the late, great Senator John Thornton
had not been so tragically

assassinated, I am sure he would agree
when I say the only good android is a

dismantled android.

I'm Gerald Rhodes, and that's the last
word.

Mr. Smith, you're perfectly safe.

No one has seen us.

Mr. Smith?

No way.

Who says?

Bascom.

Well, you know, I put my heart and soul
and a lot of overtime into this case.

And I'm sure you'll get a nice Christmas
bonus.

Yeah, right. In the meantime, you can
discuss your new case with your new

client. He's waiting for you in the
conference room.

Please extend him your full cooperation
as per Bascom's request.

What if I say no?

You get fired as per Bascom's orders.

This is a joke, right?

I am not programmed for humor, Cardigan.

And even if I were, I currently have no
time for banter.

Let's get down to business.

If Metro's looking for a PI to do grunt
work, you're talking to the wrong guy.

This does not concern Metro.

In fact, I have temporarily taken leave
from the force.

I'm hiring you as a private citizen,
from my own funds.

So you're going to be my client? You,
personally?

I need you to find something which was
stolen from me. You're an android,

remember? You don't own property. You
are property.

Bascom assured me you would be
cooperative.

Well, Bascom should have talked to me
first.

I hope a big call to your employer will
not be required.

What do you need me for, huh?

For a simple lost and found case?

Not so simple.

Without your assistance, I will soon
cease to function.

You're dying?

In human terms, yes.

This is the component that was stolen.

My cortical relay unit.

CRU, to those in the know. It regulates
Android motor skills, memory, and

reasoning processes.

Without it, my mind would eventually
deteriorate and overload.

Well, I guess you can't just run down
your local hardware store and pick up a

new one.

1 ,600 neural sub -processors suspended
in a semi -organic crystal matrix.

Not exactly an off -the -shelf item.

Besides... The Thornton Act outlawed the
production of new androids and of

replacement CRUs.

Can't sneak this one by in your expense
report, can you, Winger?

If my superiors found out, they would
deactivate me immediately.

Current department policy is to phase
out all androids.

Winger is the last automated police unit
left in the district. So without your

CRU, how much time before you... No more
than 18 hours.

You got a problem.

My assailant was an android.

The most probable explanation is that
his own CRU malfunctioned, and he stole

mine to survive.

There's other possibilities.

Even you put a few people away in the
freezer.

Somebody might have been trying to do
you in.

If the intent had been to eliminate me,
I doubt I would be talking to you now.

We're looking for a thief, Cardigan.

Most likely an android who has been
looking for a CRU himself.

Well, let's start in Andetown.

It's as good a place as any. Good.

You have always had a variety of
contacts there.

And you don't?

You mean even your own kind can't stand
you?

My function is to enforce the law, not
to engage in popularity contests.

How are you feeling there, Winger?

I'm not programmed for feeling.

It's only for interpreting data.

Right now the data is not good.

Did you hear Rhodes on the vid last
night?

The only good android is the dismantled
android.

What a load.

Who do the humans think will do the
rotten jobs nobody else wants?

Did they already forget who built Mars
Colony? And how many androids died

I can tell you this. If anybody's going
to be dismantled, it won't be me.

For a minute, I was afraid those two
were going to buy another round.

You don't think androids have the right
to voice their opinions?

Not when they chase away paying
customers.

A dent in here is overloading my
olfactory circuit.

Perhaps your olfactory circuit is in
need of adjustment.

If you wish, I'll adjust it for you.

Let it go, please.

All in my league, will you?

Jake Cardigan.

I knew you were going to come waltzing
back into my place someday.

Lucinda. I have the damnedest luck.

Well, good to see you too.

What's it going to be this time?

Another undercover operation?

Last one put me out of business for six
months.

I'm sorry.

Yes, in a word, you are.

Now, what do you want?

We need information.

This is Lieutenant... Lieutenant Winger,
Metro.

If you choose not to cooperate, there
could be repercussions.

Nice bag.

What's it supposed to mean?

That you're better than the rest of us?

Take a seat.

Rest your cerebellus.

Go, now.

Well, believe it or not, he's a client.

Somebody stole the CRU.

Even Winger doesn't deserve that.

Well, you know Winger?

I've heard about him, but what android
hasn't?

Well, have you heard about anybody that
needs to see RU?

I said I felt sorry for him.

I didn't say I'd help him.

That's Cole.

That's Winger.

What about me, Lucinda?

You owe me.

I owe you, Zip. Oh, really?

Who was it that helped you get your blue
card?

An Andy came in here yesterday asking
about CRUs.

Name's Denison.

Word is he works for Zeigler
Manufacturing.

This mean we're even, Cardigan?

Means I owe you.

I'll remember that.

Waiter. Mom.

Is it really that easy for you, Lucinda,
to give up one of your own without any

qualm? Don't start with the politics
again.

I'm not in the mood. And when will you
be?

The day the separationists have us
placed in quarantine camps?

Or the day Rhodes and his crowd have us
all deactivated?

They can't touch me.

I have my blue card.

I own this bar. You own nothing. You are
nothing.

The day the humans decide you're junk,
you're junk.

And trust me, when that day comes...

Your human friend will not stand beside
you.

Lieutenant Winger!

Don't tell me Metro sent you to
investigate the illegal employment of

Or are you after something bigger?

Gerald Rhodes, right? You're a fan.

Senior show.

Brings you out in the daylight.

I've been tipped that Zeigler's in
violation of the Thornton Act. Half his

aunties don't have blue cards.

I'm trying to angle an interview, but...
Well... Quit core pro, Lieutenant. What

brings you and your friend down here?

Who says we're friends?

Oh, come off it, winger.

I know you're in charge of the Thornton
investigation.

Any progress?

No comment.

No comment or no progress?

Stay out of the way, huh?

Any truth to the rumors that a rogue
Andy killed the senator?

As you said yourself, Mr. Rhodes, those
are rumors.

Get off.

John Thornton was the finest, most pro
-human senator on the Hill.

He introduced his legislation to ban
androids and bang, he's found dead.

Every bone in his body broken.

You don't smell mech all over that?

I find the term mech offensive.

Let's go.

Trust me, friend.

The day will come when you'll regret
having met Lieutenant Winger.

Next news?

Got a little hot under the collar there,
didn't you, Winger?

I am programmed to adapt to certain
human emotions.

Oh, uh -huh.

And you're programmed not to tell me
about the Thornton case? It is neither

relevant nor proper for me to discuss
that case with you. Relevant?

Winger, I'm working for you, remember?

There is no conclusive evidence Senator
Thornton was killed by an android, nor

is there any connection between that
case and my own.

We are looking for a thief, plain and
simple.

Pro -humans are yelling for my blood.

Androids steal jobs, they say.

Now, I've got central services auditing
my files and scanning my permits.

Given today's political climate, no
Andes need apply.

You're saying that you don't have any
androids working in your methane

or on your plasma drills?

I never said I had no mechanicals on the
payroll.

I just steer clear of the hardbacks, the
undocumented.

Well, the methane chambers are pretty
rough.

What happens when your androids start
falling apart?

I take good care of my mechs.

If they need an adjustment or a new
part, it's first class all the way.

And where do you get those new parts
from?

Authorized dealers or some other source?

There's an android named Denison.

We want to talk to him, ask him a few
questions.

He's on the floor, working the laser
saw.

Denison.

I'm Lieutenant Winger.

This is Jake Cardigan.

What's this about?

A missing CRU.

Did you hear me, Denison?

We know you've been looking for a CRU.

Brewster sent you.

Brewster?

Is that who's supposed to get you your
new CRU? I paid for it.

Give it to me.

Wait a minute.

Not until you answer a few questions.

Who's Brewster?

Where can we find him? Stop playing
games.

I paid 10 ,000 credits for it.

Hang it over!

Now!

Hold it!

Freeze!

Take it easy.

Take it easy, Denison.

Take it easy. We can help you now. Calm
down.

Put it down now.

The CRU has been removed.

Thanks for saving my butt back there.
It's my job.

Besides, I still need you to find my
cortical relay unit and to do one other

thing.

One other thing?

In less than 12 hours, I may be, like
Denison, a threat to public safety.

This will terminate an android.

If necessary, use it.

Do you have a problem with that?

I'm just a machine.

Remember?

Nika, scan the name Brewster for me and
cross -reference against Funko, black

marketeering, and illegal android
activity.

Scanning as we speak.

Anything else you wanted to check out,
Winger?

Winger?

Winger, still with me?

I am continuing to deteriorate, but I am
functioning adequately at the moment.

There is no immediate need to dispatch
me.

I will try to give you warning before
it's time.

Well, that's a comfort.

Okay, I have a possible here.

One Diane Brewster, small -time crook,
fencing, fraud, and petty larceny.

Her target of choice, undocumented
androids.

We wish to speak with Diane Brewster.

You guys cops.

We're not your fairy godmother.

You got a warrant?

No. Then we don't have the time.

Now, where were we?

You took money from an android named
Denison for a cortical relay unit.

Where is it? I don't know what you're
talking about. Get the hell out of here.

I'd go easy on him if I were you, ma
'am.

Last time I saw him lose control like
that.

Very messy. You want to see messy?

Wait till my lawyer gets through with
you.

He's very touchy about tobacco.

You should ask him about the penalty for
possession.

Now, where's the unit that you were
going to sell Denison?

Ma 'am!

Look, I don't have the unit, okay?

Now turn them loose.

Denison Heard, I picked up a CRU for
another Andy last year.

Hired me to score one for him. When were
you supposed to make the delivery?

Never. I lost track of my source a long
time ago.

Nobody out there is stealing Andy parts,
not these days.

So you just took Denison's money and you
just left him to die?

Oh, what was he going to do, report me?

I didn't break any laws.

Androids got no rights.

Who's your source?

Who told you that CRU last year?

Biochemist. Name of Frank Haley.

Winger.

Winger.

Here.

Haley was a minor league tech chemist.

Died in a raid six months ago.

Sorry about the door.

I have checked it out, Jake.

Upside down, backwards, and sideways.

Brewster was being straight when she
said no one deals in Android parks these

days. Guys like Gerald Rhodes have made
it a very unpopular thing to do. Well,

if Haley can make a CRU, then how come
somebody else can't? We're talking about

synthetic enzymes, like Nylidia.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to
find that stuff?

I don't care how hard it is. Winger
needs a biochemist.

No.

What do you mean? You're not interested
in saving your own life?

I am a police officer.

I will not commit an illegal act.

Then what do we go to Brewster's for?

You mean if she had the CRU, you
wouldn't have taken it?

My thoughts are no longer clear.

It is unpleasant to be like this.

It is not fair.

You know how old I am, Cardigan?

Nine years, five months, and three days.

I was one of the first public service
androids.

I do what I'm programmed to do, and I do
it well.

Is it right that I be allowed to
deteriorate and cease functioning?

Jake, when you said you owed me one? I
meant it.

I've got a situation here. Look.

When can you get here?

On our way.

Now, here's something else the Andy
lovers don't want you folks at home to

They don't want you to know that when
one of these mechs gets out of control,

only another mech can stop it.

In this case, Lieutenant Winger.

Oh, get out of here!

Metro PD's favorite mechanical cop.

Pardon my language, folks, but Andys are
just too damn dangerous.

They have to be banned.

Would you guys like to see me reprogram
this match?

Not particularly.

Let her go.

Now.

Now, before you go blasting away,
Remember, this is an android.

Law enforcement model.

Heavy armor.

Hard to stop.

Got to hit him in exactly the right
spot.

Think about it.

You that good a shot?

Like the lady said,

the bar is closed.

Gentlemen, drinks are on the house.

Apparently drinks are all over the
house.

Boy, are you trying to make a joke
there, Winger?

Yes, I suppose I am.

How'd I do?

You might be better off without that
ship.

I think I should sit down.

I usually stay out of the political
stuff.

But truth is, Denison was into android
rights.

Anything specific?

He was trying to organize the Andes who
work at Zeidler's.

You think Zeidler stole Denison's CRU to
make an example of him?

Considering Zeidler's rep, it's
possible.

The last thing Zeidler needs is more
grief.

Why risk having Denison freak out in
this factory?

I suggest we go ask him.

Not tonight, you won't.

You're coming with me.

Well, Lieutenant Sam Hughes.

Metro's finest.

Cop's cop.

My favorite cop, anyway.

Oh, you trying to flatter me, Cardigan,
or just get on my nerves?

Oh, come on. Is that any way to greet a
pal? Hey, my pals don't roam all over

town with an AWOL android harassing
innocent civilians.

Seidler's filed a complaint.

All right, take it easy, Sam. Just take
it easy, okay? You don't have all the

facts. Cardigan.

Tell her nothing.

Tell me nothing about what?

Well, have you ever heard of a cortical
relay unit?

Somebody stole Wayne's.

I'm sorry, but I've still got to take
him.

And then what?

And then what, huh, Sam?

They give him a fair hearing, or do they
just dismantle him?

Come on, cut a little slack here, will
you?

Just give me a little time to find a
CRU.

Look, I wish I could.

But thanks to Ziegler, the kitchen's
getting really hot. Now we've got to go.

But don't make this uglier than it
already is. What's ugly, Sam, is that

not going to give it a chance.

Winger.

Place your hands in the restraints.

That's an order.

I can't let you do... Put your hands up.

Both of you, get down on the floor now.

Oh, get out of here.

You're making a big mistake, Lucinda.

That's my worry, isn't it?

Red.

We've lost them. They'll find us.

I have a beacon implanted in my leg.

They think I don't know it's there.

You should have had it removed a long
time ago.

I have no right to alter or damage
police property.

As long as you think of yourself as
property, you'll have no rights at all.

You're beginning to sound like a
radical.

More like someone who started to think.

Finally.

Come on.

I have an idea.

Any sign of them?

No, they got away.

Probably halfway to New Rome by now.

More like six blocks away, moving west.

Every android police has a homing
beacon.

Department of policy.

Oh, gee.

What makes me think that Winger was
never told about this?

Hey, how many human officers have
tracker implants?

You have one?

You ever heard of the term Pinocchio
syndrome, Jake?

Oh. It's a term used by police psychs
for cops who start seeing Andes as

They are just machines, you know.

Okay.

You're going to tell me that if Winger
dies, you're not going to feel anything?

Hey, your nose just got a little longer.

Jake, reality check. Whatever he is and
however we feel about him, Winger is a

walking time bomb. Hey, not if we find
him. We put him in a good place.

You and me, we find a CRU. Come on,
we're a good team, Sam.

Proven commodity.

My boss finds out about this, I'm carne
muerta.

Sometimes a career change can be just
what the doctor ordered.

Oh, is that supposed to make me feel
better? Come on, come on.

In here.

These containers will block the beacon.

They won't be able to track us.

The homing beacon is located in the
bipedal power junction next to the

relay. I'm a bartender, Winger, not a
biomechanic. Speak English.

It's the gray -colored device with the
red emitter.

Signal's breaking up. Something's
causing a disease.

Let me see it.

Oh, nothing like a man's touch.

I could not have survived without your
help.

I bet that was difficult to say.

I have seldom needed assistance.

No, I guess not.

You're the cop's cop.

The android's android.

All you need is your job.

Before.

Not now.

Now that I'm facing termination, the
possibility of no longer doing what I

designed to do, I am strangely haunted.

What has my life meant?

Will it matter that I ever existed?

One homing beacon.

Where are you going?

To put our pursuers off the scent.

And to make a call.

I know someone who might be able to
help.

You should smile more often, Lieutenant
Winger.

Anything? No, static, interference, a
headache.

You know, your two hours are almost up.
Hey, we've still got some time left. Not

much. Winter goes rogue. Kill somebody.

You really want that on your conscience?

20 more minutes, okay? If we don't get a
line on him by then... Then I call for

that.

That was quick.

When a friend calls for help, I don't
waste time.

What do you need?

Take this away.

As far away as you can.

Then call Holman. Ask him to close up
the bar for me.

I don't know when I'll be back.

Anything else?

Yes. Perform a miracle.

Find out who stole Winger's CRU.

Why? He's always opposed us. Why help
him? Because he's one of us.

And he's dying.

I see no reason to risk my life to save
his. Then all your talk of android

solidarity meant nothing.

Winger is fortunate to have you for a
friend.

I'll contact you as soon as I have
something.

I won't forget this, Norris.

Heads up. We're back in business.

Looks like he's heading north.

Looks like he's heading back to the bar.

It's only me, Holman.

I came to warn you. The cops are making
a sweep through Andetown.

So?

I know you ran away from your last
owner.

And you don't have a blue card, not even
a work permit. They catch you, they'll

dismantle you.

Not without a fight they won't.

I'm tired of being afraid.

Tired of hiding.

Stay here. Stay hidden.

I'll try to find a way to get you out of
town before they find you.

Thank you, Morris.

Zeidler runs the ante that attacked
Winger. You're sure?

I talked to the android and questioned
myself.

All is to say, I made him talk.

And Winger's CRU? At Zeidler's factory,
locked up in his safe.

I must go now.

It all fits.

Zeidler exploited android labor.

He opposed Senator Thornton. And used
one of his android workers to kill him.

And to steal my CRU.

Just to make sure I would never solve
the case.

He won't get away with it.

I'll find your CRU. I will accompany
you.

You're in no shape.

Stay here.

I have very little time left.

I do not want to spend it waiting.

Okay.

Jake.

Looks like we've been had.

You? Yeah.

Nice move, Carter.

Not too sure about that.

We don't have the combination.

We don't need one.

It's yours?

It has my code number.

And it's dead.

And so am I.

Zeidler. Mr.

Zeidler, this is Lieutenant Winger.

There's been a problem at your factory.

Would you please meet me there?

Where did you find Winger's beacon?

Where is he? Come on, talk to us, will
you? We're trying to help him.

Now, you know anything about android
first aid?

I wish I did. I do.

I've cut down his motor functions until
we can get him some help.

What about Winger?

He's lured Zeidler into a trap. Where?
The factory.

He's coming apart, Jake.

He's got very little time left.

I can't read Zeidler.

I thought we could get to that factory
before him.

Winger!

What is it? What do you want?

A life for a life, Seidler.

You took my life.

I take yours.

You're a cop.

You can't kill me.

I got rights.

That is correct.

As a human being, you have certain
inalienable rights.

You have the right.

To an attorney, you have the right to a
fair trial.

You have the right to own property.

You have the right not to be property.

I have read you your rights.

Do you understand them?

Yes, yes, I understand.

No!

You do not.

If you did,

You wouldn't have destroyed Denison.

Or me.

To you, we're just androids.

Andes.

Mechs.

Slaves.

Property to be bought, sold, and
deactivated.

Well, this piece of property is about to
deactivate you.

Winger!

No. Get out.

Put it down, Winger. I said get out!

Not so fast.

You're trespassing.

I have reason to believe there's a big
story going on in there.

No me importa. Stay out.

You know, I really hate to miss this
story.

Whatever it is you found, Sadler's not
the one.

He had my unit stolen.

Then he destroyed it.

Then he put it in his safe so you can
find it?

That make sense to you?

You would say anything to save a fellow
human.

You're the one I'm trying to save.

You don't give a damn about me,
Cardigan.

You hate me as much as I hate you.

I can't deny that.

But I hate the kind of cop you are,
Ware.

That's what I hate.

You're inflexible.

You're narrow -minded.

And you've never accepted that playing
it right doesn't always mean playing it

by the book.

But you are a cop.

Sworn to uphold the law.

The last thing you're going to do is
shoot me down in cold blood.

You place too much faith in my
programming.

Maybe.

But you know what?

Whoever it was that stole your CRU, you
kill me, they win, and you lose.

And you're too damn stubborn to let that
happen.

I'm not stubborn.

Just determined.

Cut camera.

Touching.

Not exactly what I was looking for.

What exactly were you looking for, Ruth?

Footage of a rogue android tearing a
human apart?

Folks would sit up and take notice.

I bet you got a lot of miles ahead of
Denison, going nuts.

Lucky for you, huh?

Always show up just at the right time.

At least they'll have footage of the
aftermath.

When the cops show up, they'll find one
dead police lieutenant and one dead

Cosmos architect.

Both murdered by a killer, Andy.

Aye.

Which gets you what?

Higher ratings?

Or a shot at the lace end of Thornton's
feet.

You took him out, didn't you?

Hey, Thornton was murdered by an
android.

Do I look like a mech?

No.

What about this big guy?

Why?

The handwriting is on the wall, my
friend.

When the time comes, I will still be
functioning while the rest of you are on

the scrappy.

What makes you think you'll be safe
then?

Enough talk.

Do it.

Not again.

Hang in there, Winger.

Hang in there.

Winger.

Give it up, Jake.

It's over.

Ain't over till it's over.

William. William, you all right?

No.

I have a splitting headache.

that Gerald Rhodes employed an android
to commit a series of brutal crimes has

stunned the nation and demoralized the
pro -human movement.

Android supporters are now demanding the
repeal of the Thornton Act.

Petitions are being filed across the
country.

Starting right here.

How you doing on signatures?

The response has been underwhelming. Not
many humans have been willing to sign.

Well, you got two live ones right here.

Where's that petition?

Cardigan.

Winger.

How are you feeling? Not well.

I'm currently facing more disciplinary
charges after spending one day on the

street with you than I have accrued in
the past nine years.

You're somewhat sweeter when you didn't
have the CRU.

I came to say your assistance was
invaluable.

If you ever require mine, please contact
me.

Hell, I might contact you even if I
don't require assistance.

That would be acceptable.

Speaking of acceptable, let's talk to
Nika.

She says you've got a problem with the
Cosmos bill. That's correct.

I will not pay it until certain items on
your expense account are clarified.

They're all legitimate.

Ten credits for a single lunch?

Well, a guy's got to eat. What's more,
your mileage has been greatly inflated.

That has the amount for bid messages.

Further. Winger. Yes.

Welcome back.