* This little light I've found *
* Take it in, breathe it out *
* A little drum that's beating loud *
* In my chest, I hear the sound *
* I can feel *
* Feel you now *
* I can feel you now *
* I can feel *
* I can feel you now *
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That replicant assassinated a senator.
And those two knuckle-draggers outside
are supposed to be enough to protect me?
You're gonna be fine.
There's no way Black Lotus can get to you.
I'll have to call you back.
Don't do me any favors.
Josephine?
There's someone outside the window.
- Of a penthouse apartment? Unlikely. - Unlikely?
Like one of Wallace's skin jobs going on a murder spree?
You wanna bet my life on how unlikely that is?
Get to the bedroom. Lock the door.
- I'm on my way. - You'd better be.
Josephine!
Hey, Chief.
Hmm.
Aah... uhh!
Aah!
Hey. Hey!
Rising out of the ashes.
Marlowe.
- Look like hell, Joseph. - Been through hell, Marlowe.
Yeah, I bet you have.
What have you got yourself mixed up in now?
Uncuff him and clear out. Not gonna find anything here.
Good seeing you again, buddy.
Shit.
Ugh.
- Meet me in my condo. Now. - Uh, why?
Because the skin job might be after my wife.
Don't ask me why.
Where are those useless...
No.
You.
Wait!
Don't hurt me. Please.
I only went along to make him happy.
I wasn't part of it. I don't even like hunting.
I was only there as a spectator.
Please. I'm a... I'm a good person.
I would never hurt anyone.
I was there. I remember what you did.
Do you?
Replicant memories are constructs.
Built or stolen.
What makes you think this "Doll Hunt"
is any more true than the rest of your past?
How do you even know it happened?
The Doll Hunt. Your husband.
He the one who planned it?
No. We were just guests.
I... I don't know whose idea it was.
Who invited you?
A friend of my husband's.
Name.
So you can kill him?
I only saw a small group.
If there were others, I don't know about them.
- I swear. - Names. Now.
Besides us, Senator Bannister.
There was a journalist. Hooper.
And my husband's friend, Dr. M.
Where can I find Dr. M?
I don't know.
- Don't lie to me. - I'm not, I swear.
My husband does. He didn't tell me.
Call him. Tell him to come home.
I can't. He's on duty. Unreachable.
When is he coming back?
Sherman. York.
Marlowe, you copy?
Marlowe? You copy?
Damn it.
Home? But why?
I'm no threat to you,
so maybe you can put the gun down.
Not until you can give me some answers.
- Whose idea was the Doll Hunt? - I don't know!
You're lying.
Since my wife is still alive,
should I assume you want something from me?
- Information. - What do you want to know?
- Whose idea was the Doll Hunt? - Don't know. I never asked.
You were invited to be part of a mass murder,
- and you didn't ask? - Murder? I'm a cop.
I see murder every day.
This was a rare opportunity.
- Opportunity? - To hunt.
My wife's family were hunters for generations,
before the animals went extinct.
Artificial ones are too expensive to shoot for sport.
- So you shoot people instead? - Replicants, not people.
Why should blade runners have all the fun?
Blade runner?
It's not even legal for things like you to exist.
They were innocent.
They couldn't even fight back, and you killed them.
You made me a killer.
All because you wanted to have fun?
Hey, hey, there. Easy now.
I just want to find a way for all of us
to walk out of this alive.
That's not what I want.
What do you want? Revenge?
Everything that happened at the Doll Hunt and since,
that's in the past.
You need to start thinking about your future.
You could have killed those officers, but you didn't.
I think you made that choice for a reason.
I don't think you wanna hurt anyone.
It goes against everything you were built to be.
You've... you've gotten yourself into some serious trouble,
but if you put that gun down,
maybe I can help you.
- Why? - I told you.
I don't want anybody else to get hurt!
Chief.
Behind you!
I don't believe it.
You weren't supposed to be able to hurt us.
You don't care.
You don't have real feelings.
Freeze!
Black Lotus.
Put the sword down.
I'm done being hunted like an animal.
You don't wanna be hunted,
maybe you shouldn't be killing people.
I'm not the one who started this.
What are you talking about?
Police! Drop your weapon!
Blade runner. My target.
No.
Nooo...
You don't care.
You don't have real feelings.
She said I don't have feelings.
Not real ones.
That my love...
and my grief are just illusions.
But if that's true...
shouldn't revenge hurt less?
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