Impostor Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Impostor Script

              MAN: There wasn't always a war with the Centauri

            but in my lifetime, it's all I've ever known.

            By the year 2050 six years after the first attack

            we'd lost so many things.

            We'd lost the sky to electromagnetic domes

            to shield the Earth from frequent air raids

            increasing in intensity.

            We'd lost the uncovered cities that the government forgot.

            We'd lost democracy to global leadership.

            We didn't expect peace anymore with the Centauri

            because we came to see that peace wasn't their goal.

            Their goal was Earth.

            The ultimate land war, with no boundaries.

            When I was a boy, I built toy rockets.

            I wanted to explore space and discover new worlds.

            I've never seen a Centauri,

            but I knew what my father told me.

            I knew they were an alien race,

            They were genetically superior

            and they came after us with no mercy.

            I also knew they were the last thing my father saw.

            I stopped building rockets.

            There was no need for them.

            I built weapons instead.

            And I know my salvation.

            Her name is Maya.

            A little hotter.

            That's good. Music on.

            ( dance music playing )

            No, no. Something else.

            ( music stops )

            Hooker, John Lee.

            ( blues playing ) That's good.

            ( laughs )

            Go, Johnny Lee!

            ( laughs )

            ( giggling )

            TV on.

            ( yawning )

            Watch the news for me, will you?

            News three.

            Hoping to catch a glimpse of their beloved leader

            hundreds of people have thronged

            the Ballard Space Port as citywide preparations

            are made for the Chancellor's arrival...

            Spence, it's on!

            Music off.

            Water off.

            ...last week's brutal Centauri attack

            on the Tolstoy Colony

            of Asteroid X-  .

            What'd I miss?

            Alighting from a recent briefing

            with high-ranking officials at Sector Eight

            the Chancellor visits our region for a secret meeting

            with government scientists.

            Some secret.

            Tolstoy colony was a bastion of peace and free expression

            in this grievous time of war.

            Why do they leak these things?

            They want us to think that

            she's Joan of Arc and not some warmonger.

            Tonight, we'll both be shaking hands with that warmonger.

            With one deadly strike...

            Centauri stormtroopers

            annihilated this idyllic community.

            Well, I hope she likes talking politics.

            This war crime will be avenged.

            REPORTER: Firefighter robots

            have finally extinguished the blaze

            which has devastated Sutton Wood.

            Over     acres of forest were razed

            and authorities have closed off the area

            to all hikers and picnickers.

            The cause of the fire is unknown

            but careless campers are most likely to blame.

            Morning, Mr. Siegel.

            Morning, Spence.

            I don't think they'll get through the dome today.

            They can, and they will, sir.

            They can and they will.

            Come to me, baby. Come to me.

            A mob of raucous anti-war protesters

            clashed with military troops, leading to    arrests.

            The poorly-organized faction

            expressed opposition to the Chancellor's

            strategic response initiatives

            and the faction's disruption

            of a transit facility was declared

            a Mercury-class public safety threat.

            The protest was dissembled

            thanks to a swift response

             by military leaders.

              No fatalities were reported, nor were there any...

              TRANSPORT COMPUTER VOICE: Veterans Plaza.

              This station is Veterans Plaza.

              P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT: Stand clear of the platform.

              I'll see you tonight.

              All right.

              ( electronic clicking )


              Good morning, Nelson.

              How you doing?

              I am high-quality.

              So tonight's the big night, huh?

              Huge. Nervous?

              -No. -Liar.

              Decided what you're going to wear tonight?

              Uh, no.

              Don't overthink it.

              Relax. I'll give you a tip.

              She likes to be called Chancie

              and when you get right up next to her

              cup her right buttock in your hand

              and jiggle it really fast.

              She loves that.

              ( chuckling )

              Tight security this morning.

              I guess Chancie's a little paranoid.

              So, how's my favorite girl?

              She's beautiful as ever.

              We went camping this weekend up in Sutton Woods.

              She loved it.

              Lucky you missed the fire.

              Who says we missed the fire?

              You dog.

              COMPUTER: Voice print, please.


              Voice print, please.

              Spencer John Olham

              Project Director.

              ( Spencer's distorted electronic voice )

              Access granted.

              Whatever med-specs you give them

              I want you to double the dosages

              on your order estimates.

              Yes, doctor.

              And I want a nurse standing by until he stabilizes.


              How are we doing on synth plasma?

              SR's still waiting.

              Okay, well, I'll just have to contact Central Supply

              and see if they send some in the next run.

              We're way over capacity, Dr. Olham.

              If you want to keep inviting more wounded

              we're going to have to move the party to your place.

              Ah, Dr. Carone, and I'm barely awake.

              Something tells me this is

              my morning lecture on hospital administration.

              Let's go ahead and keep him on the angiolytic.

              See how he responds.

              Give him another    hours.

              Rumor has it

              there's another evac on its way here from Tolstoy.

              I'd like to know why you told them we could handle them.

              Did security ask you for a voice print?



              It's never done that before.

              They're gearing up for Big Sister.

              What do you suggest I do?

              We could ask evac to reroute.

              Oh, to a worse hospital.

              Forget it.

              I am all for the war effort.

              I'm not interested in the war effort.

              I just care about saving as many women

              as I possibly can.

              COMPUTER: Good morning, Dr. Olham. Please enter.

              What do you care about?

              This morning I'm saying good-bye to my youngest

              and he says-- I swear to God--

              ''Dada, when I grow up

              I want to be in waste management.''

              You tell me, should I worry?

              Little Joey's on the slow side, isn't he.

              You know, I pray nights he marries well.

              There she is.

              Three years of hard labor

              and you are now the proud father

              of an   -ton baby girl.

              July         -  :   a.m.


              Oppenheimer tests the first atomic bomb

              in Alamogordo, New Mexico.


              Three weeks later

              the weapon hits ground zero in Hiroshima, Japan

              wiping out        people.

              Oppenheimer sees the madness

              and urges the UN to gain control of thermonuclear development.

              Government turns around

              and calls him a Communist sympathizer.

              Let the celebration begin.

              And when it was all over

              Einstein said

              ''Only two things are infinite:

              ''the universe and human stupidity

              and I'm not sure about the universe.''

              What's the matter with you?


              I'd say it's ambivalence.

              I don't have that luxury, myself

              but then again, I see our people die every day.

              Have we met?

              This weapon is a godsend.

              It will ensure the preservation of our race

              and our faith.

              NELSON: Right.

              Do we know each other?

              I work for the ESA.

              The ESA?

              You're here because of the Chancellor.

              I'm Major Hathaway.

              Special unit.

              Enemy infiltration.

              What's this about?

              ( zapping )

              ( groaning )

              Spence! My God! What the hell are you doing?

              Are you insane?

              Do you know who this is?

              Get off me! You're dead!

              Take it away.

              Are you insane?

              NELSON: Hey, Spence, who are you?

              Who are you?

              Who are you?

              Who are you?

              You know who this is?

              WOMAN: You know who this is?

              NELSON: Who are you?

              ( drilling )

              ( voices speaking indistinctly )

              ( voices stop abruptly )

              ( ragged breathing )

              ( groaning weakly )

              ( high-pitched beep )

              HATHAWAY: Good. You've come around.

              I've been waiting on you.

              You'll be thankful for those drugs.

              Spencer Olham was a genius.

              At    he'd mastered

              differential and integral calculus.

              Harvard, M.I.T.

              Ph.D. in biochemical engineering

              Cavendish Laboratory, top subatomic physicist

              and all by the age of   .


              No military record.

              Father, John Olham, fighter pilot, distinguished service.

              Ship went down in historic Z-   dogfight.

              MIA case until they found his body

              at a Centauri P.O.W. camp.

              He'd been flayed alive.

              Young Spencer was eight years old.

              Spencer Olham was a driven man.

              I'm not happy about losing him.

              And when I'm not happy, nobody's happy.


              Do you like jokes?

              I have a joke for you.

              Knock, knock.

              Why are you doing this?

              I'll say it one more time: Knock, knock.

              Who's there?

              Not Spencer Olham.

              What do you want?

              ( groans )


              Come on... ouch!

              Come on. Ouch!


              Three days ago our Special Ops team

              intercepted a Centauri Intelligence courier.

              This was on its body.

              ( alien language being spoken )

              Centauri. Your native tongue.

              Sounds like a wild boar on the make.


              we muddled through it and decoded your plan

              to infiltrate our installations

              using humanoid robots.

              What?! I'm a scientist.

              You're a scientist.

              You know, you things are really something.

              It's not a mechanical robot at all...

              but a genetic cyborg

              evolved from synthetic DNA. It breathes...

              sweats, bleeds...

              but right here, right now

              it seems to have no idea

              what it is.

              Now this will really excite you.

              A Centauri hit list.

              Humans targeted for murder

              and then replication.

              This morning we found your target--

              Olham's name-- on that list.


              Wait a minute.

              This is a mistake. Now, l-l-I...

              I know you think you know

              what's going on here

              but I can clear this up very quickly. We have tests--


              methods-- you can run

              a spiral core PET scan...

              ''We''? ''We'' who?

              or DNA amplification using a...

              Oh, I see you've learned to patronize, as well.

              Please, listen to me. DNA amplification...

              Your needle ship penetrated our outer dome.

              You murdered Spencer Olham

              when he was most vulnerable.

              Somewhere outside the city.

              Somewhere unrestricted.

              -Where? Where is your ship?! -This is insane.

              Please, please listen to me.

              I know you're a tool for assassination.

              You have no proof.

              Your meeting tonight

              with the Chancellor-- that's when you would detonate.

              I am Spencer Olham, you crazy fuck!

              Do you know when my dog pleases me most?

              It's when he displays human qualities.

              Sometimes he cocks his head, puzzled.

              You're not the prototype.

              We found this cyborg

              trying to pass himself off as an engineer

              at one of our Mars bases.

              I'm telling you, my name is Jack Stoller!

              You're making a mistake!

              I got a wife and two kids!

              Please don't do this! I'm begging you.

              Please don't do this!

              I'm Jack Stoller!

              You're making a mistake!

              My name is Jack Stoller!

              My name is Jack Stoller!

              Stop! Please stop!

              Don't, don't, don't!

              ( screaming )

              The Centauri U-bomb.

              Annoying, isn't it?

              If I could blow us all to hell, then what are you doing here?

              You're not close enough to your target.

              The U-bomb is programmed to coalesce at trigger phase.

              Right now, you're just a useless curiosity.

              ( snapping fingers )

              ( speaking quietly )

              SPENCER: Nelson...

              Jesus Christ, don't let them do this.

              Please, tell them it's me.

              You know it's me... Nelson...

              Remember my...

              my wedding?

              You got piss-drunk.

              You hit on Maya

              and you begged her not to tell me.

              Well, she told me, Nelson.

              I never brought it up; I forgave you.

              And when Josh had an emergency appendectomy

              I sat with you all night

              and I asked you if you ever regretted having kids

              in this miserable war, and you said, ''No, because they

              ''made it all bearable.

              They made it all worth it.''

              It's me, Nelson.

              It's me.

              Please, help me.

              This monster is out of his fucking mind!

              HATHAWAY: Memories...

              senses, knowledge-- you pilfered them all.

              But there was one thing you couldn't take

              from Spencer Olham.

              Do you know what that is?

              ''When the solution is simple

              God is answering,'' I quote...

              ( whispers ): Einstein.

              I know who said it.

              I want the answer.

              Can God give you the answer?

              What was it you couldn't take

              from Spencer's dead body? Hmm?

              His soul.

              I forgave you, you son of a bitch.

              HATHAWAY: Gentlemen

              let's get started.

              ( metallic rattling )

              ( beeping )

              ( whirring )

              That's right, let's get started.

              ( beeping )

              Hathaway's a bit

              on the slow side, isn't he?

              Oh, too bad, he's a little dim!

              Hey, I got a joke for you.

              Here's my joke

              for the day: Knock, knock.

              Who's there?

              Hathaway. Hathaway, who?


              the real target.

              You thought it was the Chancellor.

              Fatal error.

              ( gasping )

              Trigger phase activated.

              Countdown,    seconds: Tick, tock.

              Tick, tock.

              Tick, tock.

              Tick, tock... ''When the solution is simple

              God is answering!''

              Strap him in the Vivisec.

              Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

              Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

              That's right, you drill me.

              You drill me real good.

              We'll all go out

              in a blaze of glory!

              Long live the Centauri!

              Target lock-- Kaboom!

              He's playing with you.

              He's trained to do that.

              Strap in the robot.

              Watch your fingers.

              Ten... nine... eight...

              ( hums melody )

              ( grunts )

              ( screaming )

              Get back!

              Put the gun down! Get back!

              Clear the room!

              Get back!

              ( grunting )

              ( screaming )

              ( alarm blaring )

              COMPUTER VOICE: Attention, all ESA units:

              Enemy infiltration in progress.

              Enemy infiltration in progress.

              ( gasping )

              ( alarm blaring )

              ( screams )

              Oh, shit...

              ( groaning in pain )


              ( voices in distance )

              ( alarm blaring )

              Damn it.

              I don't see anything!

              Move! Run around that corner!

              ( gasping )

              ( alarm blaring )

              ( voices in distance )

              ( keypad chimes )

              ( indistinct shouting )

              ( gasping )

              Double-check that quadrant!

              Yes, sir!

              ( weapon cocking )


              All clear at   - !

              Move back here!

              ( grunts )

              ( sighs )

              ( beeping )

              ( elevator descending )

              ( beeping )

              ( guards groaning )

              ( glass shattering )

              ( gasping )

              MAN ( on radio ): Omega Six. Status.

              Omega Two-Niner-Six. Status.

              He's on his way to the surface.

              Nelson... Nelson...

              ( groans )

              ( beeping )

              Shh, shh.

              Hold on.

              You're going to be all right.

              Listen. Listen to me.

              You're not going to die.

              Goddamn it, hold on.

              Hold on.

              ( beeping )

              ( weapons cocking )

              ( background radio communication )

              ( gasping )

              ( heavy thud in distance )

              ( beeping )

              Veterans Hospital.

              How may I direct your call?

              Olham. Maya Olham.

              I'll transfer you.


              Hi, this is Dr. Olham

              at Veterans Hospital.

              Please leave a message.

              If this is a medical emergency

              enter code     .

              You'll have    seconds after the symbol.

              Maya, Christ, I need to know...



              Thank God.

              Are you all right?

              What did they do to you?

              Where are you?

              Tell me what they told you-- the ESA.

              They told me that you've been

              arrested for treason.

              They said that you're a spy.

              They think I'm someone else.

              -Why you? -Maya, please listen to me.

              They want me dead!

              Listen, there's a test.

              In the hospital.

              It's something they missed.

              I took it three years ago.

              A test? What does this have to do...?

              If I can run another one

              a comparative for proof, they'll see that...

              You can't come... You can't...

              It's comprehensive. It's undeniable.

              You can't come here.

              But you see it, don't you?


              You're not...

              You're not listening to them, are you?

              ( whispering ): It's not safe.

              COMPUTER VOICE: Locking down A-sector now.

              Spence, I need to know where you are.

              I'll come to you.

              COMPUTER: Initiating lockdown.

              I'll find you.

              From    Kansas

              through    Nevada. ( static )

              ( gasping )

              HATHAWAY: You'll be thankful for those drugs.

              Move! Go! Go-go-go!

              Get down!

              Get down!

              There it is!

              ( screams )

              Get back! Get down!

              -Watch its head! -Get down!

              Hold your fire...!

              ( ragged breathing )

              COMPUTER: Initiating lockdown

              from    Kansas through    Nevada.

              ( heavy thud in distance )

              ( wind whistling )

              ( engines whining in distance )

              ( engines whooshing )

              Get portable scanners-- as many as you can find or steal.

              Wake up the NMR team, put them on standby.

              I want a hot-link into the Census Bureau Comm Center

              in case they get a hit that we don't.

              One more thing--

              turn off these fucking alarms!


              I have the Secretary of Defense calling for you.

              I'll bet you do.

              SECRETARY OF DEFENSE: You would think the ESA-

              the premier special op force of our military machine-

              would be able to contain it

              in its own< containment facility, so...

              the first question I have for you, Major, is this:

              Why are we having this conversation?

              I take full responsibility.

              Effective immediately

              I'll hand the matter over to Captain Burke.

              He's a good man.

              Pick up your weapon, Major.

              A good man is not what I need.

              Is the replicant still pursuing its target?

              We don't know.

              What is the range of the bomb?

              We don't know.

              Is there a secondary trigger?

              We don't know.

              Given that the Chancellor is landing in four hours

              is there anything you do know?

              We know it's either in the evac tunnels

              or out in the Zone.

              I recommend you evacuate the city immediately.

              You recommend that I set off a mass panic

              and you can't even show me an X ray?

              Mr. Secretary...

              the Centauri are well ahead of us in nanotechnology.

              The bomb, it eludes standard detection.

              The explosive parts coalesce at trigger phase.

              That's when you'd hear

              a big boom.

              ( whispers ): Don't fuck with me, Major.

              Now, tell me how we deactivate it.

              We shoot it.

              We can't shoot it.

              because you can't contain it.

              HATHAWAY: It believes it is human.

              It wants to live.

              It knows fear.

              It will make a mistake.

              In the genius lies the defect.

              Lucky for us...

              it bleeds.

              And how many innocent men bled

              for your mistakes

              before you uncovered the first replicant?


              You don't lose any sleep over those dead men

              do you, Hathaway?

              We lost ten and saved      .

              I sleep like a baby, Mr. Secretary.

              ( electronic buzzing )

              COMMS OFFICER:    rd Street and Tyler Avenue.

              Old Grid.

              Census Bureau reports CimCode hit on Spencer John Olham.

              In the Zone.

              GIRL: You shouldn't be here.

              ( gasps )

              I said

              you shouldn't be here.

              ( squeaking )

              ( rattling )

              ( indistinct conversation )

              ( gasping quietly )

              ( squeaking )

              ( squeak )

              ( whirring )

              ( pills rattling )

              ( melancholy melody playing )

              MAN ( over P.A. ): Attention, all inhabitants.

              You have    seconds to comply.

              ( engines whooshing )

              Do not refuse, or you will be bodily removed.

              Do not run, or you will be stopped by force.

              ( engines roaring )

              SOLDIER: Go, go, go, go!

              Go, go!

              ( soldiers yelling )

              ( woman screaming )

              ( crowd clamoring )

              This man is a prison escapee.

              Take a good look at him.

              Have you seen him?

              ( indistinct conversation )

              ( knocking on door in distance )

              ( electronic whirring )

              Come on! Let's go!

              Outside! Hustle!

              Burke, give me an update!

              Zero read, sir-- either the masonry's too thick

              or they still have lead paint up there.

              All right, bring it out.

              All right, let's go. Move it out!

              All right, all right.

              Circle around.

              Take it down.

              ( door crashing, woman screams )

              Over here!

              Over here. This okay?


              Let's get some power up here.

              Switch it on.

              ( loud electronic humming )

              Sir, we are draining   % of dome power.

              ( electronic popping and pulsing )

              HATHAWAY: Ready yourself, gentlemen!

              One floor at a time, Sergeant.


              we are up, and now scanning

              ( over radio ): the building.

              I make four holdouts

              ground floor, and a fifth on the second.

              Second floor.

              Command, this is Alpha T.

              We've got the holdout

              on the second floor.

              ( gasps )

              I've got another one.

              Third floor.

              ( gasps )

              ( rattling and rumbling )

              ( clattering loudly )

              ( gasps )

              Looks like a runner heading upstairs.

                % probability by body mass.

              That's fourth floor, Burke.

              HATHAWAY: Identify runner on the fourth floor.

              ( anxious breathing )

              Fifth floor.


              ( clattering )

              HATHAWAY: Target is not moving.

              ( cables whipping )

              NMR OPERATOR: There must be old motors up there.

              Goddamn it, Sergeant, give me a fix.

              Getting magnetic interference, sir.

              ( whipping continues )

              ( anxious breathing )

              It's topped out.

              Go slow, Burke.

              Your target is now on the roof! I repeat:

              ( on radio ): Your target is now on the roof.

              MAN ( on P.A. ): Attention, all inhabitants

              remain where you are...

              Let's go. Proceed.

              ( clanking )

              ( grunts )

              Benton... uncover those tarps.

              You got a hard fix on him?

              SERGEANT: Sir, I am picking up...

              Got him! Got him!

              Target-lock: Eight meters

              ( on radio ): east.

              Go, go, go, go.

              ( metallic creaking )

              ( chains rattling )


              Identify your target, Burke.

              Burke, identify your target!

              Target appears to be...

              ...a little girl, sir.

              We're bringing her down.

              A girl.

              Next building, gentlemen.

              Let's go!

              Move it out!

              Let's go!

              Second building!

              Go up the stairs on the south side!

              Let's go!

              ( wind whistling )

              ( soldiers shouting outside )

              ( doors opening )

              ( grunting )

              ( gate creaks open )

              ( chain rattles, lock clicks )

              ( grunting )

              WOMAN: He's too fucking hot.

              We shouldn't have brought him here.

              What are you talking about?

              The hotter he is

              the bigger the bank-- you know that.

              He's wanted by the ESA.

                 minutes, they're going to come get him.

              Yes, ma'am.

              Just let me see if I can trade something for him, okay?

              ( lock and chain rattling, gate squeaking )

              ( beeps )

              Spencer John Olham.


              No wants or warrants.

              No history of infectious disease.

              Work record...


              Now that jacket

              and this full-auto Glock    say ESA

              but everything else about you

              smells like a shit backed-up civilian

              waiting on a heart attack.

              Which are you?


              those troopers will be back

              and they may not miss this place next time.

              If you're smart you'll just let me go.

              Get up.

              Get up!

              So where would it go

              if it was thinking like Spencer Olham?


              Next quadrant.

              Yes, sir!

              Fall in!

              This way. Come on, this way.

              MAN ( on P.A. ): this time

              all non-district personnel...

              This way.

     checkpoint D.

              Security alerts are advised...

              ( engines whooshing )

              SPENCER: Border patrol.

              That's right.

              They pay good cash for runners like you.

              You're going to turn me in to the ESA.

              Life's a tragedy. Move.

              Whatever you're going to trade me for--

              whatever you can get, I'll triple it.

              It's too late.

              ( grunts )

              House allocation, food rations...

              I can get you all of it. Come on, help me out.

              Too late! ( grunts )

              See that dome right there?

              A government program built that

              after we were bombed by the Centauri

              after we got turned into the Dead Zone.

              See, that's how

              you G-fucks always deliver-- too goddamn late.

              Now get up.

              ( grunts )



              I'm not going back to them.

              I won't die like that.

              You can kill me, but I'm worth a lot more to you alive.

              You're useless to me.

              Drugs: narco-phetamines

              adrenosteroids, pharmaceutical grade.

              -What? -''Jump,'' ''Delirium''

              -anything you want. -So, what you think?

              You've got me down? You think you know me?

              All Zoners are junkies. Right? Right?

              No, that's not what I meant. Not you.

              You know, I don't like you.

              You keep saying

              all the wrong things.

              Then listen to the words.

              I'm not saying ''junkie,'' I'm saying ''payoff.''

              I'm offering you a real trade.

              Punch in this CimCode:    -   .

              Come on.

              Just do it.

              Do it!

              ( hammer uncocks )

              MAN ( on P.A. ): Grid units are advised

              that all authorized and unauthorized personnel

              arriving or departing dome check-in

              are subject to high security clearance at this time.

              ''Maya June Olham.''

              Pretty girl.


              no wants or warrants.

              Associate Director...

              Associate Director

              of Veterans Hospital, Central City Sector.

              She's my connection.

              And she'll do anything...

              to get her husband back alive.

              Now I know that you can run me into that city underground

              and I can get you inside that hospital supply.

              In and out, clean.

              So, what's it going to be?

              HATHAWAY: Dr. Olham...

              I'd like to convey my... my deepest regrets.

              I had... great respect

              for your husband

              his work.


              We all mourn with you.

              I'm Major Hathaway.

              Yes, I know who you are.

              We haven't found your husband's body yet

              but every effort is being made

              to locate his murderer

              this ''Impostor...''

              Don't you think I'd know my own husband, Major?

              I think we'd all like to believe

              that this never happened.

              And when did it happen?

              This ''switch?''

              While we slept?

              While he showered? When?

              We don't know when.

              Oh, so, you don't know for certain then, do you?

              We know that the replicant poses

              a real threat to the public, Dr. Olham.

              And since it believes it is your husband

              it will likely contact you

              turn to you for assistance

              or may have already.

              Do you have a wife, Major?


              Do you have a wife?


              Does she know you very well?

              She knows I'm a human, if that's what you mean.

              And how does she know that?

              Because I'm not

              on a Centauri hit list

              and I'm not walking around with a bomb

              in my ribcage.

              And for every second that we debate

              known facts, we are closer to mass murder.

              So I need to ask you a couple of simple questions.

              Has it contacted you?


              Do you have any idea where it might go?


              I'm sure if something occurs to you

              you'll let Lieutenant Burrows know immediately.

              My men will be escorting you home...

              to grieve.

              I have six wards running at twice capacity, Major.

              I'll grieve when my shift is over.

              Nelson Gittes is dead.

              Murdered by the replicant

              along with two of my men.

              Oh, I'm sorry for them, too.

              ( patient coughing )

              Take off your jacket.

              There's a big difference between you and me

              and I'm not talking about the obvious.

              See, me, I ghost in and ghost out of the city.

              You, the ESA will pick you off

              at the first census post.

              You're going to strip my CimCode?

              WOMAN: Like I said, take it off.

              He's going to need a knockout.

              I don't have that much.

              Whatever you got, keep it topical.

              Already got enough shit in me to embalm a horse.

              Government-issue Mercury Pentothal, my guess.

              Hmm, powerful drug.

              Give you bad dreams.

              SPENCER: Yeah.

              I've noticed.

              You got anything to flush it with?

              Adrenozine, maybe, but if we had that

              this would be a real hospital, and, uh, I'd be a real doctor.

              Watch his spinal cord.

              ( grunts )

              You sure you don't want to be out for this?

              SPENCER: Oh, shit.

              This hurts.

              ( grunts )

              ( sighs )


              now nobody's going to know you when you're visiting.

              ( high-pitched humming )

              ( skin sizzling )

              ( patient coughing )

              ( machinery beeping )

              ( man coughing )

              Hey, put this on.

              And get rid of that G-coat.

              No, I'll, uh... I'll hold on to it.

              Could be useful.

              What'd she do with the CimCode?

              Don't worry about the CimCode.

              She'll shred it.

              Now, let's go.

              l-l-I'd like to keep it.



              Wait here.

              Wait right here.

              ( electrical buzzing )

              What's up, guys?

              MAN: Hey.

              ( indistinct conversation )

              There's definitely something strange about that guy...

              ( bottle clattering )

              ( hammer cocks )

              I think you've got some things

              you forgot to share with me... Spencer.

              What did they tell you?

              Because if we don't have honesty in our relationship

              we have a dead relationship.

              I'm not what they say I am.

              Then what are you?

              Just tell me what they said.

              No, I want you to tell me.

              I want to hear it from you.

              You tell me.

              They told you... that they couldn't surface

              because it's too hot up there.

              There's too many military looking for someone

              with my face

              and my name.

              And what else?

              What else?

              SPENCER: Doesn't this seem a little off?

              Your friends know I'm public enemy number one,

              that I'm worth something

              and then they just walk away.

              Does that seem like your friends?

              ( grunts )

              ( grunts )

              How about a trade, Cale?

              Let's talk trade.

              ( grunting )

              ( gruting )

              ( grunts )

              ( metal clangs )

              ( grunting )

              ( groaning )

              ( whining )


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