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That's not good.
- Gah! - Huh?
- The hell was that for? - It wasn't me.
And J, don't talk like that in front of the customer.
Customer?
J, Elle.
Looks like trouble.
You think you could salvage data off of this?
Not interested. I hate these new gadgets.
Get it together, J.
I think she's in some kind of trouble.
And I already made her a deal.
- What kind of deal? - I can't remember anything.
Whatever's inside there
may help me find out who I am.
Memories are overrated.
If you lost yours, quit while you're ahead.
- I can't do that. - Act normal, J.
This thing's solid.
- You're saying you can't fix it? - Never said that.
- Just gonna take some time. - How long?
At least now, we can use it as a camera.
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Data's locked down tight.
Decrypting.
This could take a while. Better make yourself at home.
See? No problem.
_
Just to see how much they can handle.
Hey.
Hey!
- Who's that? - One on the right is Wallace,
and the other one is Senator Bannister.
Bannister. Where would I find him?
You don't. Politicians like him
don't exactly like to meet the people.
Or do you not remember?
- Forget it. - Huh?
Elle, what about the data?
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- _ - Hey.
Tsukemen. Omori.
Hey, Marko.
Officer Davis. You're out late.
Thought baby cops would be in bed by now.
Yeah, they let us stay up past bedtime
- when someone steals a really big toy. - Hey. _
Better get those noodles to go.
- Ugh! - Hey!
Don't walk. Don't walk.
You're under arrest.
All right. Let's go.
Oh! I've been to better parties on prison colonies.
Get me out of here.
I don't wanna miss the main event.
Damn it.
Ugh. Huh?
Hey! Hey! Hey, stop!
Hey, hey, stop!
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And now, for the main event...
Ah, just in time for the show.
My friends are waiting for me inside.
Sure they are. Now get lost.
- Please. - You believe this?
Hey.
- Kill him! Kill him now! - Stand your ground!
Where the hell is Hooper?
Not like him. He never misses a fight.
Yeah!
What are you waiting for? Finish him!
You son of a bitch.
Hooper, you're missing this.
About damn time, Hoop...
And who are you supposed to be?
- Have we met? - Maybe, in the desert.
The desert? You managed to...
What happened to Hooper?
- No... - What did you do to us?
Why?
Because it's what you were made for.
- Made? - You really don't know.
What do you mean?
You aren't human.
You're one of them. A replicant.
A replicant?
You don't even know what that means.
You're lying.
- I remember... - You have no memories.
You were built last week, fresh off the assembly line.
Rip him apart!
Get off me!
More fun than shooting an animal.
Come on!
You're lying! I'm human.
You're a product from a factory.
A skin job.
Get off your asses and run, you two-bit dolls!
Calling all units. Code three, sector seven.
Possible homicide.
10-4. Davis en route.
There are ways you have to do things, son,
if you want them to happen.
Not a fan of go?
Go fails to reward aggression,
although I do admit, it's a fine test of intellect.
But we're not here to talk games.
What on Earth is going on with the logistics
for your memory making?
You can expect fascinating results... in time.
You've never known anything but comfort and indulgence.
Perhaps it's my fault for spoiling you.
But when you fail to keep your word,
there's no one to blame but yourself.
A vulgar move. The only thing you see is profit.
Yes? What is it?
When was this?
But I was just with him.
I see. Keep me informed of developments.
Something troubling you?
Senator Bannister is dead.
The victim is Senator Bannister.
Say again? The victim is Senator Bannister?
Confirmed. Personal bodyguard called it in.
Suspect is female, 20s. Working to get more details now.
Hey, you.
LAPD. Stop.
- Davis, where are you? - I said stop!
- No! - Wait.
Davis, acknowledge.
Just arrived. Proceeding inside now.
Hey! Police. What are you doing?
Possible suspect. In pursuit.
Lost suspect. Last seen heading west on Walnut.
Get off your ass and run, you two-bit dolls!
Definitely trouble.
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