All language subtitles for Replicant (2001)

[ELECTRONIC STATIC BUZZING]

[PHONE DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

OPERATOR:
911. Please identify yourself.

WOMAN:
Please help me.

There's a man in my house.
I have a baby.

He's gonna kill us.

OPERATOR:
Who's in the house, ma'am?

WOMAN: Please.
OPERATOR: Ma'am, stay with me.

Please, hurry.

Please.

[BABY COOING]

Oh, God, he's coming.

He's coming.

Please.

Possible homicide in progress,
mother and infant.

Dispatch all vehicles in the area.
Ma'am, stay with me.

- No. No.
- Who is it? Can you see...?

[GRUNTS]

No.

Why are you doing this?

You're a bad mother.

[SINGING]
Rock-a-bye baby

On the treetop

When the wind blows
The cradle will rock

When the bough breaks

The cradle will fall

And down will come baby

Cradle and all

Let me finish your nightmare, kid.

[TIRES SCREECH]

JAKE: What's your status?
Is SWAT here yet?

Secure your perimeter.

- What are you waiting for?
- SWAT team.

They'll be all night. Take the stairs.

We got smoke in here.

It's him.

JAKE:
Go.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

- Don't shoot. Please.
- Anybody else in there?

- No.
- Chris, get them downstairs.

CHRIS: Move.
JAKE: Go.

ANGIE: Get them out.
JAKE: Check it.

Jake, we gotta wait
for the fire trucks.

- Absolutely.
- Shit.

[COUGHING]

Get the windows open. Go on.

ANGIE:
Come on, move it.

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

[ANGIE COUGHING]

[BABY CRYING]

[COUGHING]

[YELLS]

Come on, baby. Come on.

Jake!

Jake! Jake!

Go!

- Come on, baby.
ANGIE: Jake.

I'm okay. Get out of here.

Okay. Okay.

[JAKE COUGHING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[BABY CRYING]

Shh, shh, shh.

MAN:
Hey, what in the hell are you doing?

Shh, shh, shh. It's okay.

Come on, take the baby.
Get him to the hospital...

...make sure he's okay.

Suspect's a white male
headed north on Hauser on foot...

...wearing a black leather coat.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

Hold it there.
Stop the bus. Stop the bus.

Open up.

DRIVER:
What's going on?

Sorry, folks. Just a routine check.
Nothing to be alarmed about.

MAN:
What's going on?

Sorry for the inconvenience.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Everybody up, against the window.

Don't look at me.

[PASSENGERS CHATTERING]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[CAR HORNS HONKING
AND TIRES SCREECHING]

JAKE:
Freeze!

[TRAIN HORN
BLARES IN DISTANCE]

Be afraid, Jake.

Be very afraid.

[TRAIN APPROACHING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[GROANING]

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

TORCH:
Bye-bye.

MAN 1:
Across the street.

- A couple uniforms here.
MAN 2: Okay, folks, stand back.

MAN 3:
Get those photographers back.

MAN 4:
Come on, guys, step it up.

MAN 1:
Behind the yellow line, I said.

MAN 4:
Come on, get the whole truck.

MAN 5: Grab that guy coming in
on the south side over there.

MAN 6:
What happened?

MAN 1: Let them through.
- Oh, jeez.

MAN 1:
Take that back up.

Almost had him. I had him.

Yeah, well,
that's not your problem anymore.

As of an hour ago,
you're officially retired.

I know. Hey, make sure when they find
the car, they check for blood, okay?

Jake, shut up, okay?
It's not your case anymore.

Well, I popped him one.
Check for blood.

You just couldn't leave quietly, huh?

You know, Howe, I wanted
one last inspiring lecture from you.

Ten years, buddy, you heard them all.
A lot of good it's done.

But, hey, before you go,
the feds are here. They wanna talk.

JAKE: To me?
- Mm-hm.

Of course they do.

- Gentlemen.
- Jake.

- Stan Reisman. How are you?
- Fine.

- What do you want?
- I understand you're leaving the force.

That's right.

We'd like to offer you a job.

No, thanks. Don't need one.

We can help you catch him.

He will kill again.

WOMAN 1 [ON TV]: Last night,
"the Torch" claimed his 11th victim.

This elusive serial killer has remained
at large for over three years...

...preying on mothers
throughout the Seattle area.

Detective Jake Riley,
who has headed up the case...

...had this to say about the Torch.

How does it feel to be leaving
with the case unsolved?

- No comment.
WOMAN 2: Has he called you yet?

- No comment.
MAN: Is this brilliant killer...

...the reason you're quitting?

JAKE:
I'm retiring for personal reasons.

- The case has nothing to do with it.
WOMAN 2: Give us something.

Yeah, I'll give you something.

It turns out that our big,
bad boogeyman...

...is nothing more
than a bed-wetting mama's boy.

That's right,
he pisses himself all the time.

Pathetic, really. Just a sick pervert.

Is that enough for you?
Did you get that?

WOMAN 2: Did we get that?
- Huh? Did you get that?

[CROWD CHEERING]

[ROCK 'N' ROLL MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

MAN: Pam, you naughty old thing.
JAKE: Whoa!

[JAKE LAUGHS]

[PHONE RINGING]

ANGIE:
Jake.

- Jacob, darling, telephone for you.
- Oh, thanks, Ma.

Yeah?

TORCH: That was a nasty thing
you said about me on TV, Jake.

Oh, yeah?
Well, you're just a little too sensitive.

I don't want you to call me anymore.
I'm retired.

You can quit,
but you'll never get rid of me.

I'm too smart.

Yeah, mommy must be proud
of her little psycho.

Stop it, Jake. Look at yourself.

Three years trying to catch me,
but you failed.

You're a bad cop.

Do you think quitting will stop me?

I'm going to keep on killing,
asshole.

You're a real loser.

Hey, fuck you, you fucking prick!

I'm gonna track you down
like a fucking dog.

You understand, you son of a bitch?
Fuck you.

Fuck you too, Jake.

REISMAN: It's always the same m.o.,
with slight variations.

Single mother, mole.
Burns them postmortem.

We got partial prints, trace evidence,
blood type even...

- ... but still, no Torch.
- No shit.

Tell me something I don't know.

We fed enormous amounts of data
on the Torch...

...into our Vicaps supercomputer.

We've come up with a white male,
30s, very physical.

Step up to the mark.

COMPUTER:
Welcome, Jacob Riley.

REISMAN:
The Martuchi slayings a year ago?

We found a hair follicle
belonging to him.

It was enough for a DNA
imprint on him.

Take a closer look.

Okay, so this is a clone of the killer.

TECHNICIAN:
No, a replicant.

God created man in six days,
we took longer.

- Since when has the FBl been...?
REISMAN: We're not FBl.

We're National Security Force.

We really don't care about
your serial killer.

Originally, this was developed
for national security:

Counterterrorism.

Today's intelligence has failed
to weed out terrorists.

JAKE:
Okay, go on.

Our goal is create replicants
that can lead us to them.

JAKE:
I understand.

He's not a terrorist though.

No, but the behavior patterns
are similar.

So why me?

Because he picked you.

What do you mean, he picked me?

When he's ready,
you'll take custody.

You'll care for him,
help him develop.

Then you'll see if he can
lead you to the killer.

Wouldn't it be easier
to plaster his face all over TV?

No, no. This project is classified.

No pictures,
no conventional techniques, detective.

All you have is Replicant.

[SCREAMING]

[ALARM WAILING]

- What's going on?
- Counterreaction.

He's rejecting the latest
growth hormone.

Talk to me. What can we do?

Defib. Flatline.

Get him out. Now.

[GRUNTING]

Welcome to my world,
motherfucker.

WOMAN [ON MONITOR]:
Good morning, Number 1.

Time to wake up.

Today we're going to
cover the basics:

How to sit, stand, walk and stop.

Now I'm walking.

I'm sitting.

I'm standing.

I'm Miss Johnson.

How are you?

Oh, did you hurt yourself?

JAKE:
Maybe your golden boy's retarded.

Physical readings are normal,
but the brain's sine waves are low.

REISMAN: Well, we've enhanced
his telepathic ability...

...through genome re-sequencing.

He may be our first...

...but genetic memory
has been scientifically proven.

He just needs human stimuli.

[TOILET FLUSHES]

JOHNSON:
That's the toilet.

And that's where you come in.
First human contact.

MAN [OVER SPEAKER]: Good try.
Watch the video and try again.

REISMAN:
Impressive, isn't he?

TECHNICIAN:
He's exceeding expectations.

You guys are pretty happy
with yourselves, aren't you?

You have no idea
what you're getting into here.

I've seen what he's able to do,
firsthand, to 11 women.

And if this thing turns out to be
anything like the original...

...we're gonna regret it.

Well, at the end of the day,
Replicant is disposable.

Take it easy.

Food.

Eat.

I'm Jake.

It's okay.

There you go.

You like that?

How about this?

How's that?

Hey, here. Here, here.

Yeah.

Whoa.

[JAKE CHUCKLES]

Okay.

Here, here. Look at that.

You like that?

Strong, huh?

Easy, easy.

Take it easy. Whoa-ho!

No.

Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy!

[REPLICANT YELLING]

Easy! Hey!

Back up! Back off!

Easy! Back!

Back!

[REPLICANT GRUNTING]

Now, sit!

Sit!

I'm standing.

I'm walking.

I'm sitting.

Standing.

I'm walking.

I'm sitting.

- I'm stand...
- Stay.

No.

Walk.

Move. Let's go.

Give me your glasses.

Those are $500 sunglasses,
detective.

Yeah?

Hey, look.

Good.

Thank you.

Do I get an owner's manual
on this guy or what?

You do whatever it takes
to awaken the killer inside.

Here are your temporary NSF papers,
and your gun.

- Got it.
- I want a report every 12 hours.

Okay. Let's go.

Walk. Walk.

Come on.

Sit.

Sleeping killer. How sweet.

Ah. We got company.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Okay, freak of science,
let's talk a little shop here, shall we?

What do you remember, huh?

Hey.

What do you remember?

Come on. You a killer?

Feel like killing? Hm?

Killing somebody
other than a woman? Hm?

Show me how you did it. Hm?

Show me how you did it.
Come on.

Show me.
Show me how you fucking did it.

Remember that?

Take it.

Here.

Wanna kill me?

Here's your chance.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

[SCOFFS]

AGENT 1:
Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Oh, Three Stooges to the rescue.

AGENT 1:
Stay calm. Do not shoot the subject.

Jake, tell him to back off.

No, just shoot him. Kill him.

AGENT 1:
Goddamn it, Jake.

Okay, okay, boys. Take it easy.

Maybe if you put your guns down,
he'll do the same.

That's good.

You deliberately jeopardized
a classified project.

We're taking him back.

JAKE:
Good riddance.

He's useless.

[GROANS]

Get out of there. Come on.

AGENT 2:
I got him.

Jake. Jake. Jake.

[SCREAMS]

[YELLS]

[CHOKING]

JAKE: Yeah, very nice.
AGENT 2: Aah! You broke my arm!

JAKE: Shouldn't have
showed him the move.

No. No.

No. No.

Hurts, don't it?

Freeze. Freeze!

Hey! No, no. Billion-dollar project.
No shooting, remember?

Put it away.

That's it. Put it away.

- Aah!
JAKE: Stay. No. No.

Stay.

Here.

Sit.

Stay.

Good.

I'll call you a cab. Walk.

Walk.

Yeah, hi.
I'd like to make an appointment...

...to see the house on Berkeley.
My name is Jake Riley.

- Drop the gun.
WOMAN: Oh, no problem.

- Shut up.
- Excuse me?

No. Sorry.

- No, it's the radio.
- Oh, I see.

- Half-hour.
- Yeah.

Great. Thank you.

You know this place?

A year ago, you made it the most
famous house in the country.

Real messy.

Come on, get back.

Calm the fuck down, you hear me?

Calm the fuck down.

Okay, let's go.

It's just rain. Come on.

How about this weather?

- Jake Riley? Wendy Wyckham.
- Wendy.

Wendy Wyckham.

Calm the fuck down.

No.

Sorry. My cousin Ronny,
he's a little special.

Let me show you in.

JAKE:
Be good. Come on.

WENDY:
This house was built in 1926.

All the woodwork is original.

Nice cozy fireplace here makes
the entrance that much more special.

Over here we have
a spacious living room.

This... This way.

And we go into the kitchen
which has recently been remodeled.

All the marble, of course,
imported from Florence.

And over here we have
the dining room.

- It's perfect for entertaining.
- Stay.

What line of work
did you say you're in?

I was in law enforcement.

WENDY:
That's right. You...

You're that TV cop, the Torch case.

I feel so much better. You know
the history of the house then.

JAKE:
Yes, I do.

You know, it's such a shame, because
most people can never get past it.

But it is a steal.
Way below market value.

Is he okay?

Could you give us a minute,
please?

Oh. Absolutely.

Let's go.

Walk.

Let's go. This way.

Come on.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

What do you remember? Hm?

What?

What is it? What do you see?

WENDY:
Has he been here before?

In another life.

Let's go.

BOY:
No, Mommy, I don't wanna go home.

I want to go to the park. No.

Johnny, stop it.

You're a bad boy.

[BOY GRUNTS]

[DOG BARKING]

- Jake.
- How you doing, kiddo?

DANNY: Good.
JAKE: Come on.

Come on. Here, jump up.
Up you go.

- How you been, huh?
- Good.

- You been a good boy?
- Yeah.

JAKE:
Up you go. Whoa!

- How's things going?
- Good.

- Mommy's making your favorite.
- Oh, I like that.

- Go give Mommy a hug for me. Go.
- Okay.

Be good.

Danny, go on upstairs,
and take Scout with you.

DANNY: Okay.
- Okay?

DANNY:
Scout, come.

Come on.

Sit. Down.

You wanna tell me
what the hell's going on?

It's classified.
If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

That's not funny.

Sorry, I know.
Listen, I need your help.

I gotta get a rendering of this guy
as soon as possible.

I'm not gonna do that for you.

That's against department policy,
remember?

That's why it's considered a favor.

Eww. That's gross.

Don't eat that. That's for doggies.

Here, try this.

Want some more?

You're supposed to say "thank you. "

[DOG BARKS]

[DANNY SCREAMING]

JAKE:
What?

ANGIE: Oh, my God, Danny,
what happened?

JAKE: Oh, God!
- Baby, what happened?

Come here! Get up!

Look at me, you psycho freak!

What did you do to him?

- Scout hit me in the tooth.
- It was Scout?

JAKE:
What did you fucking do to him?

Wait a second. Jake!

Jake, stop! It wasn't him.

Scout knocked his tooth out.

It was the dog. It wasn't him.

What happened?

I kicked the shit out of him.
Honest mistake.

It's been 18 hours, Jake.

You've gone AWOL,
let him attack my men...

...and now you're telling me
you've mistreated my replicant?

Perhaps I made
an error in judgment.

Perhaps you did. Perhaps you should
take your experiment and go.

I don't need your shit.

After what the Torch said to you,
I thought you'd really want to nail him.

How the hell do you know
what he said to me, huh?

You got my place wired, is that it?

How the hell did you know
where we were today?

- You tracking us too?
- You think we'd let you walk out with...

...the future of our national security
without knowing everything about you?

I expect a report
every 12 hours, Jake.

No exceptions.

MRS. RILEY:
Jacob, is that you?

Yeah, it's me, Mom. It's me.

Here you go. Get your clothes off.

Yes. That's it. Good.

Stay. Stay.

Come here. Come here.
Okay, where is it, huh?

It's not in the car.
Too obvious, isn't it?

Let's see. Shh.

Internal? Is that it? Open. Ahh. Ahh.

Internal tracking device.
Oh, they think they're smart.

They think they're real smart,
don't they? Internal.

Smart, isn't it?

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. Calm down.

What...? What are you doing?

JAKE:
I'm working, Mom.

It's okay, it's okay.
It's not what you think.

Here. Okay.

Let's go, Mom.

Jacob.

- What?
- Jacob, that man was beaten up.

Mom, you don't even know
the guy, okay?

Relax.

Wait a minute, Jacob,
I'm talking about you.

- Jesus.
- What is the matter with you?

- What has happened?
- What's wrong with you?

Why are you
treating people like that?

Mom, just stop, please.

Okay. But you remember one thing:

If you treat people like criminals,
that is exactly what they will become.

Your dinner's in the fridge.
I'm going home.

[DOOR OPENS]

Thank you.

WOMAN:
I can't take it.

You and that boy
have ruined my life.

BOY:
No! Mama, no!

WOMAN:
Where are you?

Bad, bad boy.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING
"ROCK-A-BYE BABY"]

You must be punished.

You're a bad mother.

MAN 1:
Hey, you all right?

MAN 2:
Hey, leave her alone.

WOMAN: Oh, God, please, no.
COOK 1: What's the problem?

COOK 2:
Easy, man.

[SIZZLES]
[SCREAMS]

JAKE: Thanks for the favor.
I owe you one now.

ANGIE:
Forget about it.

Right here. Stay.

COMPUTER:
Subject loaded.

JAKE: Okay, let's see what
you remember, huh?

How about this one, yeah?
Remember that one?

- Come on. Come on, talk to me.
- Okay, the picture's scanned.

Make it snappy, all right?

Hey. Sit down.

Go on, sit.

Edward Garrotte.

Edward Garrotte, outstanding.

Emigrated from South Africa
in 1995.

[TAPS ON GLASS]

- Jake.
- Hey, captain. How's the market?

Well, oil prices are down.

Now, what the hell
are you doing back here?

Just cleaning up some files.
All done now.

- You jerking me around?
- No, no, no. Gotta go.

- "You're jerking me"?
- Shh. Shut up.

CAPTAIN:
Son of a...

[TIRES SCREECH]

Stay.

[WOMAN SHOUTS IN DISTANCE]

ANGIE:
Let's go.

- Jake.
- Shh.

ANGIE:
Jesus Christ.

Next victim.

Keep it.

- Jake, we have an illegal entry.
JAKE: Mm-hm.

This is one sick puppy.

The Torch. You got him.
That's him in the car.

No. I'll explain later.

Ow!

Jake, I gotta call this one in.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

OFFICER:
Hey, you.

- Back off. Back off.
- Jake!

Jake!

- Jake!
- Get out!

Go, go!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

MAN:
Get out, get out.

WOMAN: Get out of the way.
MAN: What happened?

MAN:
Come on, you guys, come on.

Call for help.

Are you okay?

Where is he? He knew.

MAN:
There's more up here, guys.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

WOMAN:
Come on, hurry up.

ANGIE:
Jake! Jake!

What the hell's going on?

- Tell me what is going on.
- Not now. I'm gonna lose him.

That's the Torch.
You've got the Torch.

No, it's not him. He's the key.
I gotta find him.

Jake, wait a minute. Jake!

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?

Hey, break it up.

[KEYPAD DIALING]

[VACUUM WHIRRING]

Back off.

No more phone calls.

Who are you? What do you want?

What...? What do you want?

MAN:
You asshole.

[MAN GASPS]

[MAN CHOKING]

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

JAKE: I lost him.
MAN: Watch where you're walking here.

How is he?

Angie.

- How is he?
- You've been lying to me.

DISPATCHER [OVER RADIO]:
Gunfire reported at Martini's Lounge.

9th and Renfrew.
Caucasian male, black leatherjacket.

Any units in the area...

That's two blocks away.

MAN: There was two guys,
and they were fighting...

...and then they shot my boss.
They just took off.

- Calm down.
- Two guys, they're identical twins.

- And they were fighting.
ANGIE: Okay, stay here.

The janitor said that it was
two identical twins fighting.

Identical twins.

Go, straight.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

GARROTTE:
Hey, I'm proud of you. You're alive.

Who is he?

You're so smart,
figure it out for yourself.

Oh, I will.

It will be my biggest challenge yet.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

DRIVER:
Watch where you're going.

MAN:
Hey, buddy. Go on, beat it.

Get out of here. Yeah, you.
Get out of here.

[DIALING PHONE]

[PHONE RINGS]

- Hello, Jake. How's my replicant?
- Fine.

Shits and pisses in the toilet
and wants to get laid.

Hasn't killed anybody yet, though.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I do.

And, yeah, something's happening.

- I think he's remembering stuff.
- Excellent.

What can we do
to accelerate the process?

Nothing.
He's doing fine just on his own.

But I've chosen
a different approach.

- Yeah? What's that?
- What, you don't know?

You don't know
where we are right now?

I mean, aren't you still tracking us?

4901 Lasalle.
That's the red-light district, Jake.

That's right.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]

Hey, baby, what's the hurry?

Like what you see?

Hey.

Let's take a walk.

Come on.

Come on.

Make yourself comfortable.

[WOMAN MOANING ON TV]

WOMAN [ON TV]:
Okay. Yeah.

Kiss me. Yes.

Yeah.

[MAN AND WOMAN
MOANING ON TV]

Okay. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

So, what's it gonna be?

Okay. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Have a seat.

Let's just take this off.

There we go.

Okay, we can do that.

Okay. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, that's all the freebies, baby.
Now I gotta see the green.

Okay, like I said, a hundred bucks.
Pay up.

No. A hundred bucks. Pay up.

Hey, I said, a hundred bucks.
Pay up.

What are you doing?

Hey!

Let me go.

Get the fuck off of me!

Get away!

No! Fuck off.

Yeah, I got me a deadbeat.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Is this your first time?

Oh, shit.

Look, I had no idea.

Hey, let's say it never happened,
okay? Go.

Come on, go.

Stop it.

Stop it. Go.

We got a problem with payment?

I'm here to collect.

Just leave him alone.

- He doesn't know what he's doing.
- Shut up. You like this guy or what?

You know the fucking rules,
don't you? Don't you?

[HOOKER SCREAMS]

[MAN SCREAMS]

[MAN SCREAMS]

[YELLS]

I've had enough. I've had enough.

HOOKER:
Stop it!

Leave him alone. Please.

Police! Don't move!

- Get down! Freeze!
HOOKER: Don't shoot!

- Get down now! Get down!
- He didn't do anything.

Paul, and you men, hey! Easy, boys,
easy, boys. Come on, man.

- What's going on here?
- It's okay.

He's with me. I'll get him.
Okay, take it easy.

Relax. Sit down.

It's all right, you'll be okay.
Go with him. Go.

HOOKER:
Hey.

I brought you your coat.

Look me up when you get out, huh?

[SIREN WAILING]

JAKE: Come on, come on.
What is it you remember?

Come on, help me out, buddy.
Think. Think.

- Remember.
JAKE: That's it.

- Bad boy.
ANGIE: Bad boy?

What do you mean "bad boy"?

- Mama.
JAKE: You remember the mothers?

The killing of the mothers?
Come on, talk to me.

- What do you remember?
- Remember.

- Do you know who this woman is?
- You get the rendering?

No, there's no DMV or passport.
Gotta be a tourist or something.

Shit. Is she next?

ANGIE: Look at this picture.
JAKE: Is she next?

Is she next?

[YELLS]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING
"ROCK-A-BYE BABY"]

GARROTTE [SINGING]:
Rock-a-bye baby

On the treetop

When the wind blows
The cradle will rock

When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall

What do you see?

What do you see?

Me kill.

Me kill.

Jake, who am I?

You are a genetic double.

Genetic double.

Yeah. I don't understand it
either, buddy...

...but the other half, he's a killer.

No, no.

Hop in.

It's all yours.

Feel good?

Good.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

Ice cream.

There you go.

There you go.

You gotta do me a favor here.
Would you look at that?

[WOMAN SOBS]

You know that girl?

What are you thinking?

Here, here, here. No. Here.

Draw up here.
That's good, right there.

MAN:
Good to see you again, Nancy.

I don't know. House, church, what?

Go on.

I got it.

I know. I know.

Pardon me.
Can you tell me if she's staying here?

Excuse me?

Is she a guest at the hotel?

- Who are you? Police? You have ID?
- It doesn't matter who I am.

- I think she's in danger.
- I'm sorry, sir...

...but hotel regulations
strictly forbid me to...

Ahem. Excuse me?

Sir, you're not permitted upstairs
unless accompanied by hotel staff.

Okay, I understand that.

I'm calling security. Get out.

Get out.

Stay.

[ALARM RINGING]

Shit.

Open the door. Come on,
come on, come on. Give me that.

- Make your call.
CLERK: We have a fire at 1404.

I repeat, we have a fire at 1404.

Here.

Go.

- Is he close?
- Close.

Hey. What are you doing?

Get back.
Get over here and open the door.

Open the door, damn you!

Open the frigging door!

Open the door! Hey!

Son of a bitch.

Hey! Get back here
and open the door now!

Get over here!

Stop it! Get over here right now!

Get back here, you ass!

Son of a bitch.

Damn it.

GARROTTE:
You received my message.

What are you?

Genetic double.

A clone.

Un-fucking-believable.

Fantastic.

Beautiful.

My exact replica.

We are the same.

Same?

Yeah. My body is your body.

My mind is your mind.

My life is your life.

But, my brother,
Jake cannot be trusted.

He's going to kill you.

I'll protect you, my brother.

Brother.

JAKE:
God, you son of a... Where are you?

Hey!

- We are identical. Identical.
JAKE: Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way! Move!

What the hell?

You let him get away!

You let him get away!

We are the same.

I should have shot you both!

Goddamn you,
he's screwing with your mind.

Will Jake kill me?

Will Jake kill me?

We're the same.

Jake.

Will Jake kill me?

- We are the same.
JAKE: Shut up!

MAN: Hey, Jake, are you on the case?
JAKE: No.

MAN: Are you back on the force?
JAKE: I'm retired.

MAN: Can you tell us
anything better than that?

JAKE: This is an individual
who refuses to take responsibility.

As far as I know,
he's not taking responsibility.

- He's a fucking nutcase, that's all.
MAN: Jake...

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah, I've been waiting
for you to call.

GARROTTE:
I know. How's your whiskey?

JAKE: It's fine.
- How's my replicant?

He's good.

Put us on the speakerphone.

- Why would I want to do that?
- We can talk like family.

I want both of you to hear me.

JAKE:
Go ahead and talk.

[OVER SPEAKER] I want him
to know how much I love him...

...what it means to me
to have him in this world.

How nice. Psycho love.

So do you want to know
who's my next victim?

Ask my brother.

Jake.

So, what are you waiting for?

In time, Jake.

In time.

Give me a reason,
I'll blow your fucking head off.

Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Dr. Jim Towne, dial 211.

Oh, hello, Mr. Savard.

Hi, Carol. How's Mama today?

Oh, well, she's had better days.

Maybe you can cheer her up.

- I got a surprise for her.
- Oh, good.

Dr. Lerner, please return
to the fifth-floor Intensive Care.

Dr. Lerner, please return
to the fifth-floor Intensive Care.

And this one, I cut her good.

Very slow.

I wish you were there.

She was begging, screaming.

WOMAN: Bad boy!
You've got to be punished! Bad boy!

But you know what?

I did it for you.

You bad...

WOMAN: Boy!
BOY: Please, Mom, no.

You've got to be punished!

No.

No. Help. Help.

No more, you bitch.

No more.

[WOMAN WHIMPERS]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING
"ROCK-A-BYE BABY"]

WOMAN: You should never
have been born, Luke Savard!

[LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS]

Luke Savard.

ANGIE [OVER PHONE]:
Jake, I got it. Luke Savard.

Jesus, talk about a bad boy.
Shoplifting at 11...

...grand theft auto, narcotics, arson.

He enlisted in the Corps in '88.

Reportedly killed
behind enemy lines in June of '91...

...but the body
was never recovered.

Oh, and I tracked down his mother:

Gwendolyn Savard.

She was committed to the nepenthe
home six years ago after a stroke.

And, Jake, one other thing,
this woman killed her husband.

She locked the kid up in a closet
and then set the house on fire.

Luke Savard only lived
because it rained that night.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Dr. Stan Getty to room 205.

Dr. Stan Getty to room 205.

Mr. Savard?

Um...

We tried to call you last night.
Um...

- He was here last night?
- Of course.

I'm sorry. Your mother...

...she had a sudden cardiac arrest.
We did everything we could.

She was just too frail.

Her things.

JAKE:
Excuse me.

- May we see the body?
- Oh, yes, of course.

[NURSE SCREAMS]

Take it easy, Jake.

Want her to die, do you?

Your gun, drop it.

Huh?

[GUN COCKS]

Drop your gun.

Good.

You're not so smart.

You never saw me coming.

This is it, Jake.

You're going to die.

So what's the matter, Jake, huh?

No smart comeback?

[GROANS]

No reporters to joke with.

He's not your family.

He doesn't care about you.

But I do.

That's why I want you with me.

I have an idea.

You're gonna kill him.

Do it.

Finish him.

Yeah.

No.

[GUN COCKS]

That's why you're gonna die with him,
and they'll think you are me.

You're a bad boy, Luke Savard.

What did you say?

You're a bad boy, Luke Savard.

You killed Mama.

Yes, that's right.

And so what?

It felt good.

You bitch!

[YELLS]

[ALARM RINGING]

Okay. You're gonna be okay.

- You're gonna be okay.
- Okay.

Stay right there, don't move.
I'll be back.

GUARD:
There he is.

MAN 1:
What are you doing?

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

WOMAN:
Get inside!

MAN 2:
Wait, wait!

JAKE: Where is he?
- He's down there.

Ow!

MAN 1:
Easy now.

MAN 2:
Hi, sweetheart.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

WOMAN:
Get inside!

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[YELLS]

SAVARD [SINGING]:
Rock-a-bye baby

On the treetop

When the wind blows
The cradle will...

[JAKE YELLING]

Hey, not bad for
a mama's boy, huh?

Should I call the news now or later?

[SCREAMING]

REPLICANT:
Stop it.

If you kill me, you kill yourself.

The safety, Luke Savard.

What makes you think
you can take me, huh?

I can read your mind.

[SAVARD GASPING]

[COUGHING]

[SHOVEL CLATTERS]

No! No!

Look at me. Come on.
Come on, buddy.

- Hey, look at me.
- Jake...

...my family's gone.

Hey. Hey.

He's not your family.

Hey.

I'm your family.

I'm your family now.

Jake, I see rain.

In my eyes, I see rain.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

No!

Open up!

Open the door!

Open the goddamn door!

[SIRENS WAILING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Well, the only ones who made it were
the corpses in the fridge drawers.

I expect a full report.

MAN 1: Back it up, back it up.
MAN 2: Right there. Move it.

MAN 3:
Go ahead and let this guy go.

DANNY:
I'm in first.

JAKE: You may be in first,
but I'm better than you.

DANNY: No.
JAKE: No, no. I'm in first.

- Who's the best?
DANNY: Me.

JAKE:
Oh-ho-ho!

No. Aww.

[DANNY WHOOPING]

DANNY:
I beat him. I beat him.

[DANNY WHOOPING]

Oh! Whoa, hey.

- You see the deliveryman?
- No.

Let's go. Let's go get it. Come on.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING
"ROCK-A-BYE BABY"]

He likes rain.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I knew you'd come back.
Let's get out of here.

Let's go.