Go on! Kill him!
Get him, Tommy!
Go! Yes!
Oh! No!
No!
You bum!
You ball-of-lard bum!
And now it's time for the main event of the evening.
Grand prize - 5,000 bucks!
First, the champion. With a record of 45 wins and no losses,
standing six foot ten, and weighing in at 260 pounds,
Sam "The Mangler" Miller.
And now, the challenger.
Undefeated in his three times in the ring, he hails from parts unknown.
Standing six feet tall, weighing in at a mean 178 pounds,
Monty Cora!
$300... on the good-Iookin' one.
I'm gonna tear your head off and stuff it up your ass.
Shouldn't we shake hands first?
- I'll take that as a no. - He jumped the bell! He jumped the bell!
Go get him, tiger. Come on!
Oh, yeah!
- What the hell are you? - Better.
That's the ticket! Yeah!
That's what I like to see.
The champion!
- What do you mean, this is your last fight? - I'm done.
- I'm gonna retire undefeated. - Retire?
They love you out there. We've done twice the business since you showed up.
Look, Annie, as much as I enjoy beating people up, I've got bigger plans for my life.
And this is gonna help me get started.
If you change your mind, you know where to find me.
What do you guys want?
Take him out the back.
They designed her to be the perfect soldier. A human weapon.
Then she escaped.
In a future not far from now, in a broken world,
she is haunted by her past.
She cannot run. She must fight to discover her destiny.
So, the mayor of our fair city tells the cops somebody ripped off his town car last night.
It wasn't me, I swear.
They found it over in Sector Four with 500 hits of X in the trunk.
A drug dealer stole it?
No. The drug dealer got it from a hooker he pimps.
The hooker got it from His Honour, as a gift.
The mayor sobered up the next day, forgot all about it.
Except she had the signed pink slip. Said she'd tell the press
unless he dropped the charges against her boyfriend, and she'd like to keep the car.
- Where'd you hear this touching story? - I have my sources.
- Stir that for me, will you? - All right.
So this is what the Eyes Only informant net has been reduced to, huh?
Trading information about crooked politicians' sex lives?
Well, you know, you can only fight corruption and in justice so many hours in the day.
- Every once in a while, you gotta kick back. - Mm. This is great.
Thanks. It's a family...
I can't believe I just did that.
It's OK. If you turn up the flame, heat kills pretty much anything.
Salmonella, maybe. But not a Frankenstein virus targeted specifically to your DNA.
It's bad enough they made it so we can't touch. Now we can't even have dinner.
- You can still have some. - I'm gonna go.
Wait. We have bread, we have salad. I'm sure I can rustle something else up.
Please?
I can't do this.
It's too hard.
Max!
My jacket.
Ooh. Yeah.
Yeah!
Meow.
Good kitty! Good kitty!
- Hot stuff! - Beautiful!
- Baby, do me. Uh-huh. - Oh, Jesus. Beautiful!
- Oh! - Show Daddy what you've got.
Come on, show Daddy. Oh, yeah! Oh! Oh, God, that's nice.
Let's get some shots of you... vacuuming the sofa.
OK.
Ooh! What are you turning that on for?
- Nobody will know the difference. - I might as well get it done.
- What was that? - What? Ooh, yeah!
- There's something outside. - Relax, baby.
There's nobody here but me and you.
Where is he?
Oh, mother.
- Who are you? - Call the police.
You've reached Seattle Emergency. No one's available to take your call right now...
Where is he?
Please continue to hold. For emergencies...
What the hell was that thing?
Good question.
- Hello? - It's Lydecker.
- I had a feeling I'd hear from you again. - Don't sound so happy about it.
If you're calling to follow up our conversation,
- Max made it back fine. - She always does.
Mm. High praise from a man who spent the last ten years hunting her down.
Those days are over now.
Tell Max I'll be in touch soon. I'm working on a lead.
Oh, no. OK. I'm done taking down these cryptic messages for you.
I wanna know what's going on.
They did a DNA assay on Max when she was back in Manticore.
There's something unusual about her genetic make-up.
Something even I didn't know about.
- What does it mean? - I don't know yet.
Renfro must have thought it important. I found the test results in her briefcase.
Along with an employee ID
from a company that, as far as I can tell, doesn't exist.
- Tell Max I'm lookin' into it. - I'll pass it on.
- Thanks. I appreciate your help. - Yeah?
Then maybe you can help me with something.
I'm listening.
Lydecker said you worked as a lab tech at Manticore?
I spliced your DNA into the virus substrate.
Keep braggin' about it, I'm gonna kick your ass.
You want my help or not? Cos when I scrape enough cash together, I'm leavin' town.
They're tryin' to kill me and anyone else who worked there.
- How much? - Ten grand.
You've gotta be kidding me.
- Where'd you get that? - I sold some stuff.
Half now, half when you deliver.
Gonna need a blood sample.
Give me two days to figure out how to kill this virus
and then you two lovebirds can get back to suckin' face.
What's up?
Logan found an ex-Manticore tech thinks he can cure the virus.
When are you gonna let your face in on the good news?
I don't know. I'm startin' to think things between me and Logan are...
- never going... - Hey, Max.
I didn't know you kicked it here.
Yeah. I'm... practically a regular.
- Original Cindy, Asha. - Hi.
Max, we're havin' a disagreement at the table.
Maybe you and your fine new friend here can referee?
- Sure, Sketch. Break it down. - The guys are dissin' on Eyes Only.
Sayin' that Manticore place that burned down and let out the freaks was a VA hospital.
Come defend the great man's honour.
- I try and stay out of that political stuff. - Yeah, me too.
It says right here they're out there, lookin' to feed.
One too many forties, now he's seein' zombies.
Not zombies. Creatures made in labs.
Some look just like us. Some don't.
They got bar-code transmitters on their necks,
so they can beam information about us to the main headquarters.
Wigga, you faded. News said it was some terrorist group called SW1
that burned the place down and killed a bunch of vets, period point blank.
It's the S1W and they would never do anything like that.
But, I mean, come on. You can't believe anything in the government news, right?
If I was making creatures in a lab, I'd make 'em look just like you.
Really? That's really sweet.
Leave her alone, fool.
And stop readin' this trash, before you ruin what's left of your brain cells.
I gotta go.
Max!
What's the matter?
Somebody you know, sugar?
His name's Joshua. He helped me escape from Manticore. This is bad.
- Nobody believes this stuff anyway. - Not yet.
That was a very impressive display last night.
- It's so nice to have fans. - Tell me, 494.
Have you been in contact with this girl?
We know that you were breeding partners back at Manticore.
It was just a summer fling.
What about any other transgenics?
I make it a point not to fraternise with automatons.
They slow me down.
So what are you? FBI? NSA?
Let's just say that I've been sent to wipe out all evidence that Manticore ever existed
and leave it at that.
Make sure you take a DNA sample before you dispose of the body.
Wait! Killing me won't solve your problem.
- You're right. I have to take out all of you. - You gotta find 'em first. I can help.
Is that a fact?
Who better to hunt transgenics than another transgenic?
You expect me to believe that you would turn against your own kind?
Try me.
What was that?
Just a little something to make sure that you don't run off on me,
as you were undoubtedly planning to do.
Micro-explosive.
Not much punch to it really, but enough,
considering it's lodged against your brainstem.
If it goes off you will never know what hit you.
Locate and kill three transgenics, and I'll disarm it.
- How long do I have? - The explosive will detonate in 24 hours.
- A day? - Do it, I have three less freaks to worry about.
You don't, your head explodes.
Time's a-wastin'.
I'd get started if I were you.
Oh... One more thing.
Bring back their bar codes. Proof of purchase.
Happy hunting.
This could prove to be a very interesting little experiment.
Think he's lying about not knowing her?
Always assume they're lying. You'll live longer.
We could get lucky. He brings in her bar code, we scrape it for DNA...
Answer a lot of questions.
Either way, I win.
- Looks pretty dangerous. - He's not.
Don'tjudge him because of the way he looks.
Well, fine. But apparently he is breaking into people's houses. Any idea why?
Maybe he's looking for a place to sleep or something to eat.
I have to get to him before something bad happens.
I'll see if I can get ahold of those police reports, find the addresses on the break-ins.
They're probably all in the same area, near wherever he's hiding.
- Should narrow things down, at least. - I can boot up my police scanner.
Monitor the calls. If he shows up somewhere else,
maybe you can get to him before the cops do.
Thanks.
He's so not ready to be out there in the world.
I put him there. If something happens it'd be my fault.
Don't be so hard on yourself, Max.
You put me out in the world, and I'm lovin' it.
- Don't you people ever knock? - What are you doing here?
Lookin' for you.
Fact is, I need to be with my own kind. I was wondering if you hooked up with any others.
- You lookin' to start a support group? - Ah, just bored, really.
- Ordinary people are so ordinary. No offence. - I'll set up a play date.
- I'm in the middle of something. - Oh.
Isn't this your dog-boy pal?
Looks like he's gotten into quite a jam. Guess you'll swoop in and save the day?
- I was thinkin' about it. - You're gonna need a hand.
- She's got two of her own. Thanks. - This affects me too, you know.
When people catch wind of stuff like this, it's exposure for all of us.
Today the tabloids, tomorrow the nightly news.
Logan's tracking down a few leads. Thought I'd check out Terminal City.
- Max. - I'd head there if I wanted to lay low.
- Why? What's Terminal City? - Come on. I'll show you.
- What's the deal with this place? - Used to be a bunch of biotech labs,
and then when the Pulse hit, the power went down, a few of them lost containment.
- Some pretty nasty stuff got out. - Kinda like you and me, huh?
City couldn't afford to clean up the mess, so they just sealed off the area.
Nobody goes out here unless they got nowhere else to go and nothing to lose.
Lucky thing they made us immune to your common bio-warfare agents.
Hey, speaking of bio-agents, how's that thingy with you and Logan?
Just askin'.
Got a light?
- You two lost? - We're, uh, looking for someone.
- Maybe you've seen him around. - What's he look like?
Really tall, wears an army jacket, kind of...
- Hairy. Lots of growling, some barking... -
- Hush, Bongo. - Like that.
- Sorry. - Saw a lizard guy the other day, though.
- Remember, Bill? I told ya... - You were drunk.
- Maybe he's a friend of yours too. - No, but we wouldn't mind talking to him.
Check the sewer. That's where he went.
Along with his panther lady friend.
Thanks.
Ugh. This is hands down the most disgusting sewer I've ever been in.
What's that?
Oh, it's a dog.
- Something big took it out. - Not Joshua.
What, he wouldn't turn against his own kind?
It's Logan. I have to get to a payphone.
Wait, wait, wait. Come into the 21st century, would you?
- Logan, it's me. - I just hung up with my police contact.
He found the address of Joshua's last break-in.
- Where was it? - Across town in Sector Six.
542 McCallister. Name's Sandeman.
Sandeman?
Father... Sandeman.
He made us all.
Find... Sandeman.
Does that name mean something to you?
Joshua called him "father". Got a feeling he founded Manticore or something.
Well, if that's true, why would he turn Joshua away and report him to the cops?
Think I'll ask him. Later.
- Did you get a lead on dog boy? - Sorta. Come on.
You go ahead. We'll cover more ground if we split up.
- Right. Hit me up if you find him. - You got it.
There you go, honey. Safe and sound. Nobody can get through there.
You Sandeman? You don't look like the father of my country.
- Manticore mean anything to you? - I don't know what you want.
I asked you a question. Got any little mutant kids?
- I don't know what you mean. - Know about genetic enhancement?
- He got me these. - Marlene...
Bongo! Where are you, boy? Come on, boy!
You're not really going to eat that, are you?
Come on, sister. Have a little dignity.
That's right. Dinner bell's a-chimin'.
Come and get it.
Ah! Bitch!
- Bongo! - Oh, shut up!
Come here.
Bongo! There you are. Come on, fella.
If this Sandeman founded Manticore, how come you don't know his name?
It's not like there was a statue in the quad.
I never heard of the guy until Joshua and then Renfro said something.
Some crap about me being the one they're looking for.
I wonder if that's what Lydecker was talking about.
He called. Said something about your DNA being unusual.
- Whatever. - Not whatever. There's something goin' on.
Yeah. Joshua's out there and he needs my help. Did you get the other addresses?
Yeah. And they don't add up. None of the others are named Sandeman.
- It doesn't make any sense. - Plus, they're all over town. No pattern.
So we've got nothing.
Don't tell me you sold your Hockney to pay that lab-tech creep.
Yeah.
Your grandmother left that to you.
Small price to pay.
The creep called. Says that he analysed the blood sample you gave him.
- Thinks he's close to a cure. - Are you serious?
Mm-hm.
Wants you to come by tomorrow.
Whether he comes through or not, I'm kicking in for half of this.
It's OK.
I want this too, you know.
- Get it to me when you can. ...a crazed dog cornered in his garage.
Make that a guy. No, make that a dog.
- Whatever. We'll check it out. - 349 Whitney.
Hey, do you think that...
- - One move and I'll blow your head off!
- What is it? - Don't ask me.
- It was rummaging through my garbage. - Should've called Animal Control.
Stay back. I'm warning you.
Joshua?
One down, two to go.
Sir? Are we remobilising?
Follow me. Don't make a big deal out of it.
- Where's your squad? - We got separated when the fire broke out.
Then I saw the signal that told us to go to ground.
- So you're alone? - Yes, sir.
- What are we looking at here? - A Kiloma Indian burial site,
probably from the early 1800s.
These pictures, they're just like in the stories.
- Stories? - Legend has it
that a group of white fur traders kidnapped a girl from the tribe,
forced her to have a child for them.
- With who? - A boy they had with them.
He was only 14, but described as being over six feet tall.
The baby was... stillborn. Terribly deformed.
They forced her to have another.
They weren't satisfied until the third was born.
- They took the child away. - And killed the mother.
Why was this child so important?
I don't know. I always assumed it was just a story.
What about the last picture? The one with the painting on the wall?
It's not a Kiloma design. I've never seen anything like it.
I have.
I might be able to tell you more if I can see the original photos.
I'll bring them to you.
Tonight.
So, I got two. I just need more time to get the third.
- We had an agreement. - Just a few hours.
That's not what I'm talking about. I told you to kill them.
Yeah.
Someone left him outside an emergency room with a bandage on the back of his neck.
- He was just a kid. - You disappoint me.
Now, apparently, you had no trouble with whatever this was.
But him... Well, you know, you couldn't do it.
So now you're a dead man.
I can do it. Give me another chance.
All right. I'll let him count against your final total.
But you still owe me one more.
Say thank you.
Thank you.
- Can I have more time? - No.
But you can have this.
Maybe if you don't have to listen to them beg and scream,
you can actually go through with it.
Ticktock.
I think I've figured it out. Why the addresses don't add up.
Joshua's been looking for Sandeman all right. It's just his information's out of date.
- What do you mean? - Well...
I ran the addresses I got against the listings in a pre-Pulse directory.
Ten years ago, people with the last name Sandeman lived at all six addresses.
Joshua must've gotten an old directory and not realised it's no good.
He's going through 'em one by one, in order.
- Any left? - Two more.
Thanks, Logan. I'd hug you, but...
Maybe in a couple of days.
- Max. - Oh, you scared me.
- We need to talk. - Wish I could, but I don't have time.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to make time. It's a matter of life and death.
- Mine. - Look...
I don't know what your drama is, but I got a lead on Joshua, and I'm outta here now.
- Joshua? - Yep.
- I'll go with you. - Fine. Ready?
Yeah.
This is the right address. Guess they tore the place down.
Joshua!
Max.
- Hey, big fella. - Hey, little fella.
How you doin'? I've been worried.
Father not here. Not anywhere.
- Where'd you get that? - Took it from people upstairs.
- After Father left. - See, those addresses are old.
That means that those people may not live there any more.
One more.
OK. We'll check it out.
I hate to be a killjoy, but nobody's goin' anywhere.
Where is it?
Where the hell is your bar code?
No bar code. I was first. Special.
I'm sorry.
There's no other way.
- Alec... - I don't wanna die.
Yeah. Thought so. Planted a few myself, back in the day.
How did you end up with one of these popguns attached to your brainstem?
He's a cold-blooded show-off who thought he could run his game on a major bad guy,
who, it turns out, is an even bigger scumbag than he is.
- That about cover it? - That's pretty much how it happened.
Oh, before I forget, thanks so much for not killing me.
Me too.
I can disarm it. It'll cost you ten grand.
That the only number you know?
- I can get you the rest later. - Need it upfront.
How the hell am I gonna get that kind of cash in the next five minutes, huh?
Wait.
You're paying me back.
No problem.
Great. I can leave town tonight.
- What? You haven't finished my job. - Have I mentioned that my life is in danger?
- I'll make sure nothing happens to you. - Not good enough.
Look, you can have the work that I've done so far. Take my analysis.
Find some other Manticore geek to help you finish it.
- Where? - Don't know.
If they're smart like me, they're probably already on their way outta town.
We got a deal? This guy's got about two minutes to live.
Do it.
- Time's almost up, pal. - Don't distract me.
Congratulations. You're not dead.
That's it. I'm outta here.
Sayonara.
I owe you, Max. I know I screwed things up...
Shut up! And listen, cos I'm only saying this once.
That guy was the last chance for me and Logan. He's gone and it's your fault.
Don't think I'm ever getting over that.
I know.
Just do me a favour, all right?
Go away.
I can't even look at you right now.
I'm sorry, Max.
For everything.
I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up anyway.
I just wish I knew what I was gonna tell Logan.
Body must have been thrown clear. Guess we're gonna have to drag the river.
This is the last address.
- Father's house. - You sure?
His books.
I remember.
The Manticore symbol.
See?
No. Father's.
There she is. My little one.
My special little one.
Max?
Little fella. Max.
- Father not here. - No.
Looks like he hasn't been here in a long time. I'm sorry. I know that wasn't the plan.
Joshua and Father. That's the plan.
Max, Joshua and Father. That's the plan.
You wanna find him, I'll help you. I got some questions for this guy.
He'll help you. Just like the man helped your friend.
You think he can cure this virus thing?
He made us.
He'll make you better. And that's what you tell Logan.
To have hopes up.
OK.
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