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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.

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