(suspenseful music)
(pensive music)
(muffled chatter echoing)
(door opens)
- I wish all my guys were as meticulous
with their weaponry as you are.
- Well, I've had a lot of practice.
- Ah.
You got a moment?
- Have you ever asked, Cap?
- Ship went missing about a week ago
at the outer edges of our jurisdiction.
Research vessel, the Atropa.
Completely tricked out for the long haul.
- It's a waste of money, waste of time.
It'd be foolish to explore out there, don't you think?
- I agree. Normally I would consider the case closed.
But...
- We been tracking them?
- The Atropa shipped out from here.
Look, it's a five-month haul to their last known position.
And it's in the Dead Zone.
There's not telling what you'd be rolling up on.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look, I'd hate to lose you.
Huh?
Now, you and I never talked about what happened there.
- There's nothing to talk about.
- You know, whatever it is you think you lost
that's on that ship,
you've been getting by without it.
Is she really worth the risk?
Maybe you should just let it go, huh?
Right.
I can't authorize a launch.
From Bay 12.
(suspenseful music)
- Come on. Why you gotta tease me like this, huh?
- It's more fun this way.
- I would say the fun would be
staying here with me and misbehaving.
- Mm, mm-mmm.
Hold it. I'm not giving in, Detective.
There's still 15 seconds left.
(siren wails) - Oh my god, this is not fair.
- You agreed to the terms.
I'm going in.
- I can't let you do that. Come on.
- That could be one of my patients.
I'll make it up to you tonight.
- And how do I know?
- Because I said so.
- Do you promise?
- You'll just have to trust me.
(pensive music)
- You're late.
- I did a lousy job of trying to convince the wife
to play hooky.
- Moira, being spontaneous? Never gonna happen.
- Don't be so sure.
- She's all about planning ahead.
Been that way since we were small.
How many years out does she have your lives booked?
- Couple kids, house on the beach.
- See? You didn't even hesitate.
That's what I'm talking about.
Let it be loose. Go with the flow.
- I could settle into that though.
- What happened to you, man?
- Don't worry. You'll get there.
- Nah. I'm too much fun not getting there.
- Let's get back to business, all right?
- Cheers, love.
- What, are you kidding me?
- The sign says they got great pie.
- You should get a la mode.
- I'm a tourist.
No skin. Going old school.
- CB-101?
- I prefer Charles. How may I help you gentlemen?
- Ooh, gentlemen.
- Well, I'm Detective Freeman, this is Detective Williams.
We're looking for information regarding this man.
That's Max Kowalski.
Wanted for drug charges,
person of interest in a murder case.
Our records indicate you were licensed to him
for a short time.
- Dad's been bad.
- As you know, Detective,
I am not at liberty to share any personal data
collected during my time with a license holder.
And any such information is always wiped after a transfer.
- Well, as you know, Mister Charlie,
any unlicensed android working in the private sector
will be collected and decommissioned for parts.
Should we check for a more current registration?
- Even if I somehow managed to save information
pertaining to Mr. Kowalski,
I couldn't share it with you.
- You sure?
- I certainly couldn't suggest you check
3344 South Wilson Avenue in the Warehouse District.
May I return to my work?
- Thank you, Charles.
- Looks like we're going to the nice part of town.
How did you know he was unregistered?
His records looked legit.
- He covered up his old data port. He installed a fake.
- How the hell do you know that?
- I used to repair those guys.
- Of course you did.
- Julie, what happened?
- Moira, honey, we just found out.
We don't know the details. - Just found out what?
- Just come with me. Come on.
(pensive music)
- What happened?
Cole, what happened?
Where's Mason?
Cole?
Where's my brother?
(gunshots pop)
- Shots fired, shots fired. Requesting backup.
Warehouse District.
- Should we wait? - Come on.
(tense music)
(gunshot pops)
- Mason!
Mason!
Fuck!
Hey. Hey, it's all right.
Hey, we need a medic at 5th and San Pedro.
We need a medic at 5th and San Pedro.
Hey, keep 'em open. Keep your eyes open, okay?
It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Please. Please.
Keep 'em open, keep 'em open, keep 'em open!
No, come on, keep your fucking eyes open!
Come on!
(ominous music)
- Please! (whimpers)
(gunshots pop)
(siren chirping)
- [Police] Attention: you are under arrest.
Please remain calm and relinquish your firearm.
(somber music)
(Moira sobs)
- Sir?
- Yeah, come on in.
- Cole Freeman made an unauthorized launch out of Bay 12.
He left this in his station for you.
(dog tag rattles)
Should I submit a report, sir?
- No, no, I'll look after this. That'll be all.
- All right.
(Schreiber laughs)
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