All language subtitles for Almost Human S01E01 PROPER 1080p WEB-DL DD+ 5.1 x264-TrollHD_track3_[und]

WOMAN:
In 2048...

(muffled shouting)

(metallic click)

(whirring)

(explosion)

(indistinct shouting)

(distorted):
It's an ambush!

(gunfire)

MAN (over radio):
John, damn it.

I've been hit! I'm down!

On the west side!
Pelham!

(gunfire)

Pelham's down.
I need you

to lead me in!
We don't know how many suspects
are in there.

Risking one life
to save one life...
Shut up!

Lead me in! Move!

(gunfire)

(grunts)

(crackling)

(whirring stops)

Hey, buddy. So this ain't good.

No, it's not.
Could always be worse!

(clicking)

It just got worse.

They were ready for us, John.

How did Insyndicate
know we were coming?

How did they know?

MX!
How'd they know?

We're getting out of here.
Give me a diagnostic!

(whirring)
Blood pressure's dropping,

celiac artery's blown apart.

There's nothing to do, sir.

We're getting
out of here.
He will

bleed to death
before you get him out of here.
Shut up!

Cover us!
We're leaving!
I cannot do that.

Others have a better statistical
chance of surviving.

I need to protect them.

Are you staying
with your partner?

You're damn right I am!

Hey! Come back here!

Come on.

(grunting)

(low hum)

(ringing)

(muffled breathing)

(distorted footsteps)

(pin clicks)

(beeping)

(explosion)

(rattling, clicking)

(rattling, clicking stops)

(panting)

Tell me
what you remember.

This time...

I remember the radio call.

From Pelham.

Your partner.

Yeah. But not much more
than that.

I still can't
remember every detail.

(exhales)
I want to go again.

You made
good progress tonight, John.

You were in a coma

for 17 months, yes?

Technically, we shouldn't be
doing this procedure

until you've been
fully conscious for one year.

Yeah.

Well, technically...

you're an unlicensed doctor
from SubAsia

practicing black market
medicine.

Well, yes, you can throw me
in prison if you want,

but... I accepted you
as a patient out of kindness.

You seemed like a desperate man
when I met you.

And now?

Now... you seem
like a desperate man.

John, I know you said

the people who ambushed you
disappeared,

but, despite my best efforts,

you may not remember
who they are.

Most people come
to a Recollectionist...

they want
to remember good things.

Why can't
you let this go?

It's been two years.

You know...

they killed my team...

...my friends.

And without this treatment,
I can't remember anything.

I remembered something else
this time.

My ex-girlfriend.

Anna.

We were in my apartment.

Strange.

I'll, uh...

refine the triggering
of that cluster next time.

Your nose is bleeding.

(indistinct chatter)

(siren wailing)

(vehicle approaching)

(siren chirping)

Detective.

You all right?

Yeah.

Where's your MX?

I'm off duty.

Where's your human?
Talking to a witness.

Individuals came over the Wall
an hour ago.

(whirring)

(beeping)

Drive safely.

Yeah, I will.

(whooshing)

(beeping)

FEMALE VOICE:
Message saved for 738 days.

Hi, honey.

So, I know you're probably
still asleep, but,

John, the sun is setting

and it is the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Look.

Your father would've

loved this place.

Oh, I can't wait
to get back to you.

I know I have
to wait a week, but...

what I really wish

is that you were here with me.

(beeps)

(low beeping)

Morning.
Morning.

You coming in?
I know I said
I was ready.

Just give me one more day.

No. I already gave you
one more day.

And another and another.

It's time, John.

John?

I just got a report
of a coordinated armed robbery

in South Kelvin.

Looks like it was Insyndicate.

Insyndicate?

Okay.

I'll come in.

(whirring)

(beeping)
FEMALE VOICE: Synthetic
calibration incomplete.

Synthetic calibration
incomplete.

Synthetic calibration incompl...

(whooshing)

MAN: I can't access the system.
Are you in?

I'm in.
I'm not in. I'm out.

All my files are locked.

Sounds like Martinez is
messing with you again.

We're supposed
to be in a truce,

so, if that's true,
I'm gonna kill him.

Well, there is one
other possibility.

Did you forget
your password again,

Detective Vogel?

Not bad for a guy who's been
asleep for two years.

I wouldn't say that.

He looks weak, to me.

Richard,

I know this won't be easy
for you: don't be a prick.

This department's handled
affairs just fine without him.

What's your problem with Kennex?

Don't ask to hear the story--
you'll die of boredom.

And exposure to severe envy.
Look,

there's nothing to envy in him.

Kennex oversaw that raid,

controlled all the intel
and got his team ambushed.

Everyone, except the one
man responsible-- Kennex--

was killed. Should've
been discharged.

Richard.

He won't last.

You just watch.

FEMALE VOICE: Kennex, John.
Registration complete.

Thanks.

Detective Kennex,

I'm 785.
I've been assigned to you.

I'm aware
this is your first day back.

I only want to make
your acclimation to active duty

as smooth as possible for you.

I'm here to attend
to all your n... (clang)

I'm not driving
with one of those things.

Human partner was good enough
for my father.

It's good enough
for me.

Since you
were last here,

MX partners
have become mandatory.

I'm not gonna fight you on some
kind of regulation thing, okay?

I'm not doing it.
Like hell you're not.

Have you read
Tilden's profile of you?

And, by the way, he is a
very capable psychiatrist.

"Kennex should return
to service never."

Never? Wow, that's...
that's a long time.
"Kennex is suffering

"from depression,
mental atrophy,

"trauma onset
OCD, PTSD

and psychological rejection
of his synthetic body parts."

Well, that last part is true.

Listen, you're the only person
more desperate than I am

to find out how Insyndicate
learned about the raid.

If we work together,
we can do it.

This happened a
few hours ago.

Robbery target was an armored
truck, carrying bio research.

If this is an
Insyndicate operation,

it might help us learn more
about them.

What's the connection?

Parabolic pulse charge was used
to stop the vehicle.

I haven't seen that
since the ambush.

(automatic gunfire)

Well, sure looks
like Insyndicate.

Inventory report?
That's not in yet.

Whatever they wanted,

they killed four
security guards to get it.

(gunfire)

One of the
thieves was shot.

He's being
treated at County.

John?

Keep the Insyndicate
connection between us, okay?

You think someone in the
department's working with them?

You're the only guy
I trust here.

Okay.

I'll check it out.

One more thing.

Go easy on your partner.

(door whooshes open)

(door whooshes closed)

Come.

(vehicle whirring)

Truck belongs
to a private lab run by Omni,

company specializing
in DNA research.

According to the manager,
they were transporting vials

of single-strand synthetic,
programmable DNA.

Detective? Valerie Stahl.

John Kennex.

Pleasure to meet you.
You, too. Okay.

So tell me what you got
on programmable DNA.

Programmable DNA can be
used to trigger the process

of tissue creation.

For example, to grow
sets of organs in humans,

possibly for harvest.

What else was taken?

Acid, bencarmidium,
thianel, Myklon Red.

(gunshot, explosion)

Myklon Red.

(echoing):
Myklon Red, Myklon Red...

VALERIE:
Detective?

Detective, you okay?

(sighs)

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

This sector is
Khmer Black territory.

They've been known to traffic
in biotech in the past.

We're rounding up
the usual suspects.

You don't buy it?

Ruby Mah assumed leadership
of the gang six months ago

when his brother was killed.

It was controversial.

He's seen as too Western.

He needs to show the people
he's traditional.

Today is the last day of
the Cambodian New Year,

Loeung Sakk, a day
of repentance for wrongdoing.

He wouldn't commit violence
today.

This was another gang.

I find behavioral
tendencies

in data
and identify criminal patterns.

Or didn't intelligence analysts
do that before I got here?

Thanks. I, uh...
I really appreciate it.

Excuse me.

Sure.

Tell command
we're 10-19.

What happened back there?

What are you
talking about?

It seemed like
a petit mal seizure.

I will need to report
what I saw.

I'm fine. You're not gonna
report anything.

You were in Koln Avenue
District last night.

An MX saw you there.

I am concerned, Detective.

That area is populated

by numerous black market
medical clinics.

And some tasty noodle joints.

Look, I appreciate
your concern,

but there's
nothing to report.

(engine starts)

(whirring and whooshing)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Another curious thing,
Detective Kennex?

Last night, there were no
comestible trace particles

on your breath,

indicating you were
not there for noodles.

I think we should...

(horn blaring)

* Feeling unknown
and you're all alone *

* Flesh and bones
by the telephone *

JOHN:
Hey, Rudy.

* Lift up the receiver,
I'll make you a believer... *

As I live and breathe.

Or should I say, as
you live and breathe?

How are ya?

Constantly turning down
party invitations.

I've become quite popular
with the ladies.

How can I help?

I got a rec order
for another synthetic.

He fell?

Out of a moving car?

Yeah, crazy, huh?

Must be some kind
of software issue.

Gonna need a new one.

Software?

Since we don't have
any MXs available,

department's only cleared
one model for active duty.

Funny, actually.
This, uh... this unit

was scheduled to be
transferred to NASA next month.

It's sad really.

He's scrap metal.

The trimidium circuits
in his spinal column are

worth more than
the whole of him.

(sighs)

Wait a minute. That's...
that's one of the crazy ones.

What? No. That's rude.
Not crazy, per se.

You know, they had their...
What?

Problems? Who doesn't
have problems?

Technically,
they're perfectly functional.

Look at him.

He's road-worthy.

John, Dorian.
Dorian, John.

There. Should be functional.
His DF was bad.

Anything I need to know?

Well, the DRN series--

they were based on a program
called Synthetic Soul.

And while he isn't crazy,
as you say,

there may be some bugs.

Bugs? What kind of bugs?

Some of them
had difficulty dealing

with their emotive regulations.

Emotional issues.

The idea behind the DRNs was
to be as human as possible.

And the truth is that

it's human to have unexpected

emotional responses.

And if, uh,
being as close to human

was the goal, then, I guess

the DRNs weren't
such a failure after all.

People have breaking points, and

so do DRNs.

So you're saying
he's a basket case.

Not words I would use,
or agree with.

All right, plug it in already.

I got to get back on the street.

Okay.

Please have the honor
of waking him up yourself.

Touch it against his left ear.

(whoosh)

(gasps)

(beeping)

(Dorian breathes deeply)

(echoing):
How long was I out?

Uh, four years and three months.

(whirring)

Detective John Kennex.

I'm Dorian. How are you?

Your record is outstanding.

Used to be.

Excuse me?

Update your files. Let's go.

Hey, boss.

He's on the move.
Let's go!

You heard him.
Let's go.

(whirring,
vehicle engine starting)

(sputtering)

(making silly sounds)

So what do I call you?

Detective.

Well, Detective,
this sure beats

repairing thermal
insulation tiles

on the C.N.A.
Space Station.

(indistinct radio transmission)

I was decommissioned
four years ago, as you know.

Why am I in this car with you?

I'm required to ride
with a synthetic.

I'm not a huge fan
of that term.

(indistinct radio transmission)

St. Christopher.

This has to be a gift
from someone. Am I right?

Something like 80%
of these are given as gifts.

Synthetics are precise.

There's that term again.

You just said,
"Something like 80%."

The actual statistic
is 83.42%,

but I'm running
my colloquialism routine,

so I express most data
conversationally, man.

Terrific.

So, who's "A"?

Addison? Annie? Adeline?

Alana? Anita?

Amy? Audrey? Aquamarine?

Okay, that's enough, all right?

Um... synthetic off.

Synthetic off?

Does that mean
you want me to be quiet?

Yeah, whatever the mode is for
you to be quiet, just do that.

Hey, man, I can be quiet.

You can just... ask.

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Synthetic calibration
incomplete.

Synthetic calibration
incomplete.

Stand by. I'll be back.

(vehicles whirring)

MAN:
Here you go, ma'am.

Yeah, give me a black coffee,
no sugar.

You got it,
Detective Vogel.

(tires squealing,
women screaming)

(electrical hissing)

(tires squealing)

(grunting, groaning)

MAN:
Officer Vogel, it's good
to see you again.

Who are you?

(grunting)

(indistinct radio transmission,
crowd chatter)

Haven't seen one of those
synthetics for years.

It's perfect.

Two cops from the scrap heap.

This is gonna be more
pathetic than I thought.

Those are the models
that replaced me.

Intimidating.

Go register
so we can get moving.

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
DRN registration complete.

PAUL:
Hey, bot.

Don't snap on us, now.

Sir, Detective Vogel's
been abducted.

Maldonado
wants you on it.

His MX was destroyed.

This is all
we could get off it.

Based on the masks,

these are the same guys
from the armed robbery.

Suspect back from County?

(grunting)

Your gang kills
four security guards.

Now you've taken a cop.

Where is he?

(gasps)

Did they take him
'cause we have you?

You know what this is?

It's your booking file.

It describes the condition
you were in when we got you.

Now...

what are you doing
with programmable DNA?

What's the Myklon Red for?

(grunts)

Oh, look, suspect has a
scratch above his eye.

I have no idea
how he got that.

Better add it, and get
ready to write down

"missing molar."

DORIAN:
There are other ways, Detective.

I'm questioning this
man, okay, not you.

Now...

(grunts)

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Synthetic fail.

Calibration required.

Synthetic fail.

Calibration required.

Synthetic fa...
(beeps)

You shot yourself.

Perhaps it was
a bit crazy

this morning,
maybe the doctors

at County even missed it,

but the trajectory
of the bullet that hit you,

the burn marks
on your flesh--

basically
there's no chance

that you were hit by a bullet
from any gun but your own.

JOHN:
Is that true?

You don't know
the people I work for.

Trust me, I do.
I needed

to get away from them
any way I could

because there's no getting
away from them.

Look, we can
help you,

we can keep you safe, but you
need to give us information.

No, I'm not safe anywhere,
not even here.

We'll put you in a secure
location under guard.

No one will find you,
but you need to talk.

I need to be
somewhere safe.

Then, where's
Detective Vogel?

What's the address?

325 Grand, Apartment 6.

(siren wailing)

Not that you need me
to tell you this,

but you just violated
the crap

out of that guy's
civil rights.

Fantastic, I get the synthetic
with the bleeding heart.

Look, I don't care
what you're programmed to do.

You report what happened in
there and you'll find yourself

bouncing down the 604.
Detective,

if I'm going to report anything,

it is because I decided
it needed to be reported.

(Trevor groaning)

I feel sick.

I need a toilet.

(grunting)

(door opens)

OFFICER:
You all right?

I'll be fine.

MX:
Stop.

Potential explosive device.

Humans back.

Evacuate the building.

DRN, halt advancement,
halt advancement.

Detective.

What is it?

It's not a bomb.

That trip wire
leads somewhere.

I'll lead you in?

I do not advise
that, sir.

Let's go.

(muffled yelling)

JOHN:
Vogel.

Help!

Stay calm.

Kennex, help me!

Help!

(muffled shouting):
Do something!

(banging)

DORIAN:
Bulletproof glass.

It's welded shut.

(phone rings)

Patel speaking.

JOHN:
Patel, where are you?

En route to the safe house.

We have the perp in the car.

Okay, turn around--
this whole thing's a setup.

(gunfire, tires screeching)

Patel, Patel.

No, no, no, no...

(gasps)

JOHN:
Sergeant Patel and
two other officers were killed,

three MXs were destroyed,
and the suspect escaped.

TREVOR:
It's about time.

(siren chirps)

I'm sorry.

Morgue lab is too slow.

Get a lab box, take a sample
of his blood, and send it

to Rudy for analysis.

Don't need a lab box.

I just downloaded
the information.

Rudy should have
the data now.

Why him?

Why target Vogel?

Scan every case Vogel was on.

Any connection to biotech,
science, medicine, DNA--

I want to see it.

I don't know

if this is anything,

but one of his
files is missing--

case file
number 6663.

It's gone from all
internal records.

VALERIE:
Wait a minute,
Detective Vogel

told me this morning that
he couldn't get access

to his terminal.

Maybe whoever took him
was deleting the file.

They got into
the whole system.

Who is they?

See if anyone downstairs
can get that file back.

On my way.

The way you
said that--

you're thinking someone
specific is behind this.

Who?

When I want your help,
I'll ask for it.

(keyboard keys clacking)

You know what your problem is?

Always my favorite part
of the day:

a synthetic telling me
what my problem is.

There's that word again.

Your problem is,
you don't know yourself.

You don't
trust anyone.

Is that my problem?

And, man, I
don't blame you.

After all you've
been through,

if I were like you, I
wouldn't know myself either.

Okay, firstly
stop saying "man."

Secondly you're not like me.

And I'm not like them.

MX units are logic-based
and rule-oriented.

They have no
true free will

and they are designed
to feel nothing.

Now, I can't say
that I was born,

I can't say I grew in a
womb or had a childhood,

but I was made
to feel and I do

as much as you.

I read what you wrote:

that if an MX hadn't left you
behind to save some others,

your partner might have made
it out of that ambush alive,

and that part may be true,
but I read the whole report.

By the time the
ambush had begun,

it was already too late and
it was you who led them in,

so you can blame an MX or
you can blame yourself.

Okay, you know what?
I am nothing like an MX-43.

You're obviously
malfunctioning right now.
Why don't you just take

a second to reboot yourself?
Do not talk to me that way.
If anyone is malfunctioning,

it is you, Kennex.
You know
what I'm gonna stop doing?

I'm gonna stop arguing
with a piece of silicon
and carbon fiber.

(phone ringing)

Kennex.

It's Rudy.

All police in the department
are required

to have mandatory inoculations

designed in police labs
for officers only.

Those inoculations are meant
to keep cops safe.

Protects against biowarfare,

gases, pathogens, et cetera.

We found Myklon Red
in Vogel's blood,

combined with programmable DNA.

It targets the inoculation
directly.

It's like getting a hundred
different diseases at once.

The immune system goes berserk.

What are you saying, Rudy?

That's why his body reacted
in the way that it did.

That's why he died.

I believe Detective Vogel
was a test subject.

Whoever we're up against...

They're targeting cops.

Where are you going?

RECOLLECTIONIST:
I cannot allow you to do this.

It's far too soon.

Look, this isn't
about me, okay?

Someone is killing
police officers,

and the only way
we're gonna find them

is if I remember more about
the people who are doing it.

John, it's not
safe for you.

You do this
and you do it now.

(screams)

They were ready for us, John.

How did Insyndicate
know we were coming?

How did they know?
How'd they...?

Hey, come back here!
You're damn right...!

*

(gasps)
RECOLLECTIONIST:
I am so sorry.

I told him it was too dangerous.

This isn't your fault.

(panting)

You used my locator chip.

Maldonado wanted me
to keep an eye on you.

Okay.

(panting)

Get your purse,
cowboy, we're leaving.

What did you see...
when you were under?

I saw someone who
was close to me.

Someone who, I realize now,

that I should
never have trusted.

I want to say I... I'm not
even sure it's real, but...

But it was.

Who was it, John?

It was my ex-girlfriend.

When I came out of my coma,
she had disappeared.

Now I know why.

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Synthetic fail.

Calibration required.

Synthetic fail.
Calibration required.

I've got a fix for that.

What?

It gets creaky sometimes?

I've got a fix for that.

Olive oil.

Olive oil?

Yeah, man. You put it
right on the joint.

Olive oil?

You'll thank me.

(sighs)

I suppose I, uh...

I should acknowledge the
fact that you saved my life.

No need.

I only did it because
you're my one ticket.

Without you, I'm off the force.

You're lucky I want
to be a cop so bad.

You're not like them, the MXs.

I don't know why,
but you're not.

I should take that
as a compliment.

You should.

The MX series is based on
first order predicate calculus.

MXs have no intuition,
or as you might say, no soul.

For them, experience, memory
is just recorded data.

My series is designed
to draw conclusions,

make inferences.

The answer is Vogel, right?

Who was targeting him,
what was the payback for?

Yeah.

And the only witness
we have is Vogel's MX.

Who was blown apart
when they took Vogel.

Yeah, Ru-Rudy said his neural
net was completely fried.

Worthless to another MX,
who wouldn't be able

to-to put it together,
to make sense of it,

but you could make
those connections.

If we transferred
the memory,

or whatever's left of the
memory from Vogel's MX to you,

you could make
the connection.

It's worth a shot, Detective.

Check, please!

(whooshing)

(electrical crackling)

(whirring)

I'm in its short-term
memory now.

(whirring)

VOGEL (distorted):
Stand by. I'll be back.

...coffee... sugar.

(thudding, people screaming)

MAN:
Officer Vogel.

It's good
to see you again.

A few years ago, you logged
something into evidence

that doesn't belong to you.

You may remember it
as case number 6663.

No?

Well, your precinct
has been kind enough

to hold it in evidence,
but tonight,

we're gonna get it back,

and you're gonna
help us do it.

We've got something they want.

JOHN:
Captain, we need
to go into lockdown.

What's going on?

They're hitting
us tonight.

They're after something
in the evidence room!

(clack)

Light it up,
take out the MXs.

(whirring)

(whirring)

(high-pitched whirring,
whooshing)

(slow, rhythmic,
high-pitched whirring)

(whirring continues,
crowd chatter)

OFFICER:
They're on the roof!

MALDONADO:
Come on, now.
Go, go, go, go, go!

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Evacuate building.

(indistinct chatter)

(thudding)

Evacuate building.

JOHN:
Why are they shutting down
and not you?

They run on a different
frequency than mine.

Sometimes newer technology
isn't better.

Come on.

(indistinct voice over P.A.)

Open the valves.

(clack)

(grunting)

(hissing, gunfire)

(bullet ricocheting)

(gunshot)

(screaming)

(alarm sounds)

Oh.

(grunting)

(gasping, panting)

(panting)

(crowd chatter)

(whirring)

(beep)

(whirring)

(whirring)

(computer trilling)

We got to go through
every piece by hand.

We don't even know
what we're looking for.
We know it's here.

And we know it's valuable
because they were willing

to kill a lot
of cops to get it.

There must be some way

to restore those evidence files
that were wiped.

I've been trying, but the
sabotage was extremely thorough.

I'll keep trying.

Thanks, man.

(computer chirps)

Rise...

and be counted.

Stay out of trouble.

Your father would have
loved this place.

Oh, I can't wait
to get back to you.

I know I have
to wait a week, but

what I really wish is that
you were here with me.

(footsteps approaching)

(trilling)

(sighs)

We're gonna
find her, John.

(trilling)

If you hadn't come back...

You saved a lot of lives.

Thanks.

Thanks for insisting.

You put in the rec order.

For Dorian.
I checked out his record.

It's mostly redacted,
but I saw that it was you

who put in the request
for me to get him. Why?

The DRN is good for you.

Sandra... you didn't
answer my question.

Why Dorian?

'Cause he's special.

Just like you.

See you at roll call.

I assume you want
quiet mode, Detective?

Not necessarily.

Call me John.

Captioning sponsored by
BONANZA PRODUCTIONS

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH
access.wgbh.org