[Alessia Cara's "Feel You Now"]
- ♪ This little light I've found ♪
♪
♪ Take it in, breathe it out ♪
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♪ A little drum that's beating loud ♪
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♪ 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
[brooding ambient music]
♪
- 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.
[quietly] 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.
[computer terminal beeping]
- 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.
[device buzzes]
Data's locked down tight.
Decrypting.
This could take a while. Better make yourself at home.
- See?
No problem.
[pensive music]
♪
[intense tone]
- Just to see how much they can handle.
[somber music]
♪
- Hey.
Hey!
Who's that?
- One on the right is Wallace,
and the other one is Senator Bannister.
♪
- Bannister. Where would I find him?
- [scoffs] 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?
[synth music building]
♪
[speaks Somali]
♪
[moody music]
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- [speaks Japanese] - 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. [speaks Japanese]
- Better get those noodles to go.
- Ugh! - Hey!
[driving music]
[passersby grunting]
♪
- Don't walk. Don't walk.
♪
Don't walk.
♪
- You're under arrest.
[sirens wailing]
[serene music]
♪
- All right. Let's go.
- [grunting and straining]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[ominous music]
♪
- Oh! I've been to better parties
on prison colonies.
[uneasy music]
Get me out of here.
I don't wanna miss the main event.
♪
[elevator bell dings]
♪
[elevator bell dings]
♪
[spinner whirring]
♪
- Damn it.
Ugh.
Huh?
[suspenseful music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey! Hey!
Hey, stop!
Hey, hey, stop!
[energetic music]
[car horn blares]
♪
[elevator bell dings]
♪
[music pounding]
[crowd whistling, cheering]
- And now, for the main event...
[crowd cheering]
♪
[crowd chanting]
- Ah, just in time for the show.
♪
[brooding music]
♪
- [clears throat] My friends
are waiting for me inside.
- Sure they are. Now get lost.
- Please.
- You believe this?
Hey.
[ominous synth music]
♪
[crowd cheering]
[music pounding]
♪
- Kill him! Kill him now!
- Stand your ground!
♪
- Where the hell is Hooper?
Not like him.
He never misses a fight.
♪
[bell dings]
[tranquil warbling music]
♪
[brooding music]
♪
[bones cracking]
♪
- Yeah!
What are you waiting for? Finish him!
You son of a bitch. [laughing]
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?
[uneasy music]
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.
♪
[crowd cheering]
- Rip him apart!
♪
[uneasy music]
♪
- [grunts] Get off me!
♪
- More fun than shooting an animal.
[cackles]
- 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!
[crowd yelling]
- [yells]
[dramatic music]
♪
[crowd cheers]
[hyoid snaps]
♪
[bell dings]
♪
[crowd chanting]
♪
[warbling synth music]
♪
- 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.
[telephone rings]
- 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.
[siren wailing]
- 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.
[uneasy music]
♪
- Hey, you.
♪
- LAPD. Stop.
- Davis, where are you?
- I said stop!
- No! - Wait.
- Davis, acknowledge.
- Just arrived. Proceeding inside now.
♪
[siren wailing]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
♪
- Hey! Police.
What are you doing?
Possible suspect. In pursuit.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- [grunts]
- Lost suspect.
Last seen heading west on Walnut.
♪
[siren wailing]
♪
- Get off your ass and run, you two-bit dolls!
[crowd yelling]
- [quavering]
[dramatic music]
♪
- [gasping]
♪
[quavers]
[yelling]
♪
[tranquil music]
♪
- Definitely trouble.
[eerie music]
♪
- ♪ Now you go
♪ But there ain't no love lost ♪
♪ Ain't no love lost
♪ Pay the cost
♪ But there ain't no love lost ♪
♪ No, there ain't no love lost ♪
♪ Ain't no love lost
♪ 'Cause it's my nature, nature ♪
- ♪ Nature - ♪ To be the one
♪
♪ Strong alone
♪ But it's all water
♪ It's all water
under the bridge now ♪
♪ It's settled