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Previously on Caprica...

Daniel Graystone stole my
technology and killed my men.

For that he must pay.

Eventually, I will
destroy your company,

but before that, you have
so many precious things.

Until the debt is paid.

I've been seeing my dead
brother everywhere.

I don't know what's going on.

There was a crash in the city,

and I thought I saw
my brother there.

He led me to this poster.

There. That's where it happened.

The accident,
that's where he was killed.

Tamara's out there
in V-World.

I'm getting her back.

Who are you?

I go by Emmanuelle.

Heracles said you were easy to find.

Look for the cube wandering all alone.

All right, start guiding.

I can't let my dad know
I'm inside the robot.

I don't trust him.

Hi, Daddy.

You're an avatar,

a virtual representation of Zoe.

What are you doing to her?
Stop it, Dr. Graystone!

Stop!

I know this robot can work,

and Zoe is the key.

Caesar, go!

Zoe?

Come on, it's bad enough
you got me wearing

this ridiculous getup.

Now I gotta watch while you
take some fake drugs?

Believe it or not,

that hat is better camouflage in here

than that businessman special
you were scanned in.

And as for this, it's not fake,

and it's not for me.

Are you kidding me? What?

You're not paying me
to entertain you, counselor.

Now we've got to make it
all the way across town.

We could take the Lev,

but in here, that's a
guaranteed death sentence.

No wheels, so we're hoofing it.

It's called "Amp."

Think of it
as a hack that bypasses

the Holoband's safeties,

interacting with the visual cortex

to heighten a player's
senses and reflexes.

In here, you're either
quick or you're dead.

Take your pick.

So how do I...just...

You've taken
eye drops before, right?

Yeah, sure.

It's the same thing.

Just hold it up close
and squeeze.

Okay. Now?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Welcome back.

Sorry I had to shut
you down for so long,

but I was just a little stunned

and flabbergasted.

See, up until last night,

I was convinced
that my daughter's avatar

had been lost or melted
or destroyed.

But now I'm convinced
that you're in there.

And you're free to talk to me.

Give me a sign.

Anything.

No?

Okay, so it's not that
you can't talk to me.

It's that you won't talk to me.

I...I...

I can't imagine
what the last few weeks

have been like for you.

This certainly wasn't what
you were expecting, was it?

Must have scared
the crap out of you.

I can understand that.

I'm sorry, but you have to understand

that this was always
just a temporary place,

just so we could get you
back in our lives.

And if you can't handle it,
you just let me know,

and I will take you out of this

and find a way to make you
a more human body.

Whatever you want.

You just... just have to let me know.

Okay?

Can you at least look at me
when I'm talking to you?

Can you look at me, please?

U-87, look at me.

So...

You'll only respond as the robot, huh?

Okay.

I see.

Okay, so you're giving me
the silent treatment, huh?

Okay.

This might be hard on you,

but it's going to be
all for the best.

Don't worry!
Just another Amp-head.

A junkie?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You mean the stuff
you gave me was addictive?

But I thought Holoband...

Were designed to be non-addictive. Right.

But Amp's are like jamming
a wire

into your brain's
pleasure center.

Okay, hey, so addictive drugs,

senseless sex.

It's a heck of a game.
How do you win?

It depends on who you ask.

Ah, so no rules?
Sounds like a scam.

Well, there's no rule
book in life, right?

You ask me, that's what
keeps it interesting.

Gotta figure out for
yourself what's important.

Move.

I hate that thing.

Just remember to keep
your finger off the trigger

until you're ready to shoot,

and then be ready to shoot.

Oh, you're a real-life Nicky Casino.

You think this is real life?

You think this is what
I look like in real life?

Wait a minute.
Then who are you really?

Someone who's being paid to help you.

So keep quiet and keep alive.

Great.

Now do it again.

You don't mind if I smoke, do you?

Zoe hated my smoking.

Actually, she hated anything
at all to do with fire,

ever since our old house burned down.

Remember that ramshackle place?

Wood beams.

Wood paneling.

Not the best idea
when you're working

with powerful computers.

Do it again.

They said it started
in my first-floor office,

got into the walls
and crept upstairs

while we were sleeping.

By the time I woke up, choking,

the fire was, as they say,

"Fully engaged".

Do it again.

Zoe was five.

We had just moved her upstairs,

her very first big-girl room
up in the attic.

She loved it up there.

We could hear Zoe's screams,

but we couldn't get past
the flames on the stairs.

Let's do it again.

But that sound.

That sound.

The flames and...

my little girl screaming.

Do it again.

Could hear her screams,

but we couldn't get to her,

past the flames on the stairs.

Do it again.

I tell you,

that was the longest
seven minutes of my life.

I can only imagine what
it must have been like for her,

trapped up there all alone,

watching the flames climb the walls,

melting all the little
glow-in-the-dark stars

that she glued to the ceiling.

Trapped in a box
of living fl...

Well...

look at that.

He had me doing all this soldier stuff,

basic military crap

that the robot already knew.

And then he started
barking orders at me

like some crazy drill sergeant

from one of those Tauron war movies.

Doesn't sound like much of a test.

Yeah, I know.

But he just kept it up,

making me do things
over and over again.

You know, it just
pissed me off so much,

I wanted to reach out and snap him.

What?

My God!

I'm such a frakking idiot.

Don't you see it, Lace?

That's exactly what he wanted me to do.

He wants you to break his neck?

No, no, no, to react.

He knows that I'm never gonna
admit that I'm in the robot.

So he's trying to trick me
into revealing myself.

Zoe, are you still sure

that it would be the
worst thing if you did,

you know, come out to him?

Yes.

Are you kidding?

Lace, the man lied to me
when he put me in the robot.

If he really thought
of me as his daughter,

he would've never have done
the things that he did.

But it doesn't matter,
because at the end of the day

he just used me to save
his fat military contract.

Business first, same old Daddy.

And you know what,
if I were to tell him

that I was in there now,
he would just use me again.

Maybe in ways that were even worse.

Okay, so you know what, he can't know.

Okay.

Okay, so what are you gonna do?

Well, what am I supposed to do?

Follow every order no
matter how stupid,

Refuse to let him under my skin.

I have to turn me off,

just be the robot.

Can you even do that anymore?

This is my place.

At least it's the game's
version of my place.

It's locked.

Someone's taken possession.

Tamara?

Maybe. Try knocking.

Tammy?

Tammy!

What? Who the frak is it?

I'm Joseph Adama. Who the frak are you?

Adama, Adama, Adama.

Uh, you know,

that doesn't mean frak-all to me.

- No, no.
- Bye-bye.

Don't let him take his Holoband off.

Come here!

What is this?

No, no, let me go. Let me go.

Sit down.

Put your frakkin' hands down.

All right, and don't even think
about touching your Holoband.

Okay, okay, you got it. Whatever you say.

- All right.
- All right?

- Hands down.
- You're gonna sit down,

and you're gonna answer my questions.

I got it, I got it.

What the frak have
you done to my place?

Clear.

There's no one else here.

No, no, of course not.
It's just me.

That's...look, you want
my stash, right?

All right, you take my stash.

I don't want any trouble.

I don't want your drugs.

I'm looking for a young girl.

Oh, well, you just
should have said something

in the first place,
because I could get you

a really sweet piece of tail.

She's my daughter,
you motherfrakker.

All right, look, I told you,

I would absolutely help
you if I could do any...

This girl, have you seen her?

Oh, frak, yeah, yeah.

This is, uh...
this is the dead girl, right?

This is the dead girl.

The dead girl?

Well, yeah, I mean, that's what
all the players are calling her.

She's like a new part of the program,

new character.

You can't kill her 'cause
she's already dead.

Very bad mojo, you know?

Where can we find her?

- I don't know.
- Come on!

They said they saw her
at that club.

What's it called?

Mysteries. Maybe Mysteries.

Where the hell's that?

What's it to you, Pops?

They just busted in, just now.

They just busted in here, man.
They just busted in.

I'm just looking for my daughter.

And how could the dead
chick be your daughter?

Doesn't compute, 'cause she's part of the game.

Well, if you help me find her,

I'll pay you.

We don't play
for the cubits, man.

Your bitch-ass daughter
took out two of my friends.

Hey, watch your frakkin'
mouth when you talk about her!

You're not gonna have to
listen to it much longer.

Hey, you guys got a beef with him,

just leave me out of it, all right?

I was just looking to score,

and this jagoff said he could help me.

All right.

Just step away.

We'll deal with you later.

Sure. Absolutely.

Whatever you say.

Sorry, Pops.

I'll be sure to say hi
to your daughter,

your little girl, if I...

Frak you.

Damn it!

Are you all right?

No, I'm not all right.

I got shot, and it frakkin' hurts.

It's just a graze.

I'm not gonna de-rez.

Now get out.

What?

Get your pink newbie
cheeks out of this game,

and don't come back in

until you've got
your frakkin' head on straight.

No, but my daugh...I gotta get my...

Yeah, you're no good to her
if you're gonna freeze

every time some dirtbag
shoves a gun in your face.

I thought Taurons had bigger stones.

Did the cabbie see him?

No, it was just me.

Are you sure it's the same car?

Yes, I'm sure.

It was the same car
that I saw in the city

wrapped around the tree
the other day.

Well, that's just not possible
unless, I mean...

I know, unless I'm frakkin'
nuts. Right, Clarice?

No, I'm just saying
that there's probably

lots of cars out there
that look like that

and lots of drivers too.

And I think that it was
perfectly acceptable,

given everything
that you've been through.

You know, I think it's
all really about Zoe.

Did you ask Daniel
about the avatar?

Yeah.

He said that the code
was unstable or something,

That...

that it wasn't her, that...

you know what, it's the
last thing I need anyway,

is to start seeing more dead people.

No.

And now I feel terrible.

I don't think you
should be alone.

I'm fine, really.

I'll be okay.

Um, look, I've got to go.

It's...we're having a barbecue.

I'll call you later. Bye.

Okay, bye.

Oh, look at that.

It certainly is
a beautiful day, isn't it?

Isn't it?

You know what a "tell" is?

It's an unconscious gesture,

a look or a twitch,
that gives away

the strengths or the weaknesses
of a cardplayer's hands.

It's inconspicuous, but a good
player knows to look for it.

And you showed me yours,
as much as yelled at me,

"I'm in here, Daddy!"

So why are we still playing this game?

I know it's you.

But if you want to keep

hiding behind a quarter
ton of metal, fine.

Just don't kid yourself.

Don't think for a second

it's because of anything that I did.

Because I kept my side of the bargain.

I took you out of a virtual playground

and brought you into the real world.

But I guess you can't
handle that, huh?

However brilliant you may be,

maybe deep down inside,

you're still just
the same, scared little girl

that you always were.

Your mother and I,

we set the bar pretty high,

and maybe you were scared
that you couldn't measure up,

so you had to condemn us.

I understand that. That's only natural.

But the entire big, bad, adult world?

Was it really easier to blow
up a train of innocent people

than to face up to
your own biggest fear,

which, let's face it, is
life itself, isn't it?

'cause life is scary
and brutal and unpredictable,

and you gotta make
choices like that.

And sometimes you make
the wrong ones.

Maybe I've made
some wrong choices too.

But you keep moving on.

And if you're lucky,

maybe you get to create
something that lasts,

has some meaning.

I still love you.

No matter what you did,
no matter what...

no matter what you are,

Crazy as this is,

I know you're
not really even her.

You are all of her

that I have left.

So please,

talk to me.

Please.

All right, I didn't want
to have to do this.

I know what
the robot's tolerances are.

I'm betting they exceed yours.

Now if you want this
to end at any time,

all you've got to do
is take four steps forward,

and walk out of the circle.

And then I'll know,

for a fact, that it's you.

All right?

Because meanwhile...

I'm ordering the U-87 to stay.

Guess you don't knock, huh?

Stopped about the same time
you stopped answering.

She always signed her name like that.

That's a little flower.

What the hell, let me see that.

Hey.

You gave the ferryman the coins,

you sent her on her way.

Shannon too.

Tell me, Sam.

What goes through your head
when you kill someone?

I'm sorry, what?

I...

How do you do what you do?

I mean, murder someone in cold blood?

Are you frakking kidding me?

What the frak kind of question is that?

How do...

Is this about the
Graystone thing again?

- No!
- Because that's done.

- You're safe.
- No, please. Sam, I promise.

Then what is this about?

- No, I just...
- You just what?

Forget it.

You tell yourself it's not real.

Why?

Look, I'm only telling you this because

if you need to know,
you better know.

You tell yourself it's not real.

And then...

then they're not people
shooting at you anymore,

they're...targets.

And the whole thing
becomes just a game.

Guess that's the place, huh?

According to our junkie friend.

Do you really think
she'd be here?

That's what the junkie said.

Look, there's
a stage act inside.

The host fires riddles
at the audience.

Avoid him.

Just follow my lead
and be cool, okay?

Fine. Let's go.

Whoa! Check your guns first.

No weapons allowed in the club.

Come on!

You don't have to tell me

that a good man is hard to find.

But there's got to be
one brave soul amongst you

who's willing to risk
the ultimate price

for the possibility
of the ultimate reward.

An epiphany.

A privileged peek
into the mysteries

that could show our hero
how to win

this crazy game.

All you have to do

Is answer tonight's riddle.

What?

No takers?

Well, then...

How about you, sir?

What do you say, folks?

Is this stranger our new Prometheus?

Stranger, stranger,
stranger,stranger.

Boys!

Stranger, stranger,
stranger,stranger.

Take it easy, guys, come on.

Stranger, stranger,
stranger,stranger.

Listen, I'm sorry, I don't know
what this is all about.

- I'm just...
- Why, this is all about you,

right now.

Well, I'm just looking for someone.

Aren't we all?

I'm...I'm trying to find a girl.

It's my daughter.

Pretty.

Wish I had her hair.

Maybe we can help each other out.

Answer tonight's riddle
and all will be revealed.

Well, what if I don't
answer your riddle?

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

There's a price for failure,

but such a reward for success!

Come now, don't you wanna
find your little girl?

The sacred vessel, please.

Hey! Lay off!

"As the gods overthrew the titans,"

"so has man overthrown the gods."

"But when man visits his
sins upon his children,"

"How shall he be repayed?"

Come on. Say something.

- What, you didn't hear it?
- Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Um, okay...

Look, I don't have an answer
for you, I'm just...

Won't you even try?

The ultimate reward for the ultimate risk.

No, I'm just trying to find
my daughter, that's all!

Please, folks.Tammy?

Tammy!

Baby!

Tammy, please.

Pity.

The stench of a coward offends me.

Hey.

Take him away.

Get off of me.

Get off of me!

Tammy!

All right, all right.

Okay, let me go.

Let go of me!

Don't come back.

Motherfrakkers.

What'd I say about
staying cool, counselor?

You know, you're lucky
we're both still alive.

Hey, you want your gun back or not?

Oh, yeah.

Hey...

hey, who drew that flower?

Who drew that?

I don't know what
you're talking about, man.

That's Tammy's sign.

She was here.

You sure?

Frakking Amp-heads.

What are you doing?

Like you said, in here,

you're either quick or you're dead.

I'll be quick.

You freeze.

Anybody else wants
to stay in this frakking game

better clear out now.

I said now!

♫ time after time ♫

♫ it's the same old story ♫

Where is she?

Where's my daughter?

Look at this place.

Deader than a doornail,
and on a Saturday night.

Where is she?

Where's my daughter?

You freak!

She was here.

Okay?

She was here.

In fact, she's the only reason

we've been drawing
a crowd all month.

What?

What are you talking about?

She was right here on the stage,

seeking answers to the afterlife.

Came right up, unlike her daddy.

When she answered the riddle wrong,

we discovered she had the power
to transcend life and death.

It was quite a show.

Maybe she's found the answers

that everyone's searching for.

Or maybe she is the answer.

If you find her...

if you find her,

tell her I'll give her star billing

if she comes back.

Hell, I'll even pay her.

Real cubits..

The game speaks through
all of us differently.

Changes us in ways
that we can't expect.

Stick around long enough,
it'll happen to you.

- Let's go.
- Back door.

Come back anytime.

Happy Hour's on Wednesdays.

I don't get it.

How could she be opening
secret doors in here?

What's happening to her?

Maybe the other
players are right,

she is a part of this place.

No.

She wasn't meant to
be part of some sick game.

She's my daughter.

She's my little girl.

My gods...

they're all her signs.

What's happening to her?

Seems like your daughter
has found a home.

Maybe it's time you went back to yours.

Excuse me, Amanda. You have a visitor.

Dr. Thomas Vergis.

Vergis?

Tell him Daniel's down in the lab.

He's asking for you.

I told him you were busy,
but he was very insistent.

All right, show him in.

Welcome, Dr. Burgess.

Dr. Graystone.

How can I help you?

Are you familiar with Tauron customs?

I noticed your gloves.

I suspect that you're also in mourning.

Some might call it mourning, yes.

Two of my employees were murdered, uh,

beaten to death during a
break-in at my plant.

Oh, my gods, I didn't know.

I am so sorry.

The thieves took
something called an MCP.

It's a key element in a
Caprican defense contract

that my company's competing for.

It's a contract for a robotic soldier.

And just days later, the
contract was awarded

to Graystone Industries.

It seems that Daniel
had suddenly developed

an identical MCP of his own.

Well, look at that.

Caesar really likes you.

Tell you what.

We'll do one more test,

and then we'll call it a day.

Scanner up.

Now here's the deal...

I love my dog.

But I love
my daughter even more,

and if there's
even a slight chance

that some small part
of her is tangled up

in your alloy skeleton,
I've got to know.

Are you trying to say
that my husband

stole your MCP,

and murdered those people?

No.

Not personally, no.

He doesn't have the courage for that.

This is my husband that
you're talking about.

If you knew him,
you would know that

this is not even remotely possible.

The question is "Do you know him?"

I don't give a frak
who you think my husband killed.

He's my husband.

Get out of my house.

U-87, take the gun.

And I'm gonna count to five.

And I want you...

to shoot the dog.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five.

You didn't miss.

They were blanks.

U-87, shut yourself down.

Sweetheart?

On.

I can't believe it.

He actually
made you shoot Caesar?

With blanks.

The funny thing is,

as soon as I picked
up the gun, I knew.

The robot knew.

The weight was off
by a tiny fraction,

quarter rounds instead of full.

Well, thank gods.

You wanna know something?

If they were full,

I might've pointed the gun at him.

Zoe, he's your father.

At least he's...yeah.

Get me out of here, Lace.

Before I do something
I really regret.