big holes.
I get the point.
Put these on.
Behind you.
Your pretty little mate.
Where is she, inside?
She's gone, man.
I didn't realize
you were so tired of living.
What the fuck? Don't!
Don't kill me, man.
Whaќs the magic word?
-Please.
-Please.
Please, please what?
Please don't kill me.
Oh, I do like a boy with manners.
You beckon the doorman
and you keep your hole shut.
-Your girlfrienпs close, isn't she?
-You got me.
Can I help you?
Just conducting a little inquest
here in your
beautiful, beautiful Kosk parlour.
You're no cop.
Colt?
Colt, you down there?
Colt!
Have a seat.
I'll stand if you don't mind.
Please!
Okay.
Cuff yourself to that bar.
Give it a nice little tug.
Cigarette?
Yeah.
Oh, so sorry.
I don't have any.
You're a spook, man.
You know that?
You need some
serious fucking therapy.
Oh, but iќs so much fun
to watch, isn't it?
I guess so.
I have
unusually sensitive skin.
We must guard continually against
infections.
They do cause complications.
I knew Pinwheel was cutting costs,
but they must be really desperate
to bring you in.
Where do you hail from,
Mr. Ricks?
New Orleans.
Have you ever been to
the magical Far East?
No, I haven't had the pleasure.
You really should get out more,
Mr. Ricks.
Travel really does
broaden the mind.
Now...
Are you going to tell me
where she is?
I told you I have no idea
where she is.
Little boy Colten
has lost his mate
and doesn't fancy a look.
But, Master Bench
and his bloody henchmen
must hang
his head
on a hook.
What the hell is that?
Thaќs the third eye.
They say to me that
it does help you see
far into the future.
Shit.
No, no, do not cover it up.
Iќs a
liquid crystal base, very
very sensitive to the light.
You see?
Otherwise iќs going
to burn a furrow deep,
deep, deep into
your corpus colossus
and then you're going to be in
a desperate state.
All this fun has just left me
limp with excitement.
I believe I'm going to join you
in your peaceful slumber.
You have pleasant dreams,
Mr. Ricks.
I think we're coming around, yes?
Hello, my name is Tea.
Would you like Miss Chen
with your cream?
Re-code logical
and pattern back.
Entry first
subject.
Who... who is you,
greeting me?
And I am?
-Miss Chen.
-Who has offered you...?
Cream...
for my tea.
And if you don't like cream?
I'll take it black, thank you.
Well, it doesn't appear
to be any serious
damage.
Now, VEM replication.
I want optical memory playback.
You've been a naughty girl.
Iќs in my program.
It appears as if Pinwheel
has planted a bomb in you.
Yes. Can you remove it?
I don't think it can be removed.
Your entire system appears
to be suffused with it.
This is the detonator.
Iќs still active.
Not necessarily.
There.
The detonation clock
in your field
of vision will gradually
run its course to zero
and stop.
On the other hand...
No!
Oh, yes!
Make it stop!
Well,
whaќs it worth?
Anything.
Just make it stop.
I know you have a partner.
A cyborg.
Tell me where he is,
and I guarantee safe passage out
of the country.
All right.
They say the happiest people
have no memories.
None.
You've been contacted
by a tapper.
Just stay in the dark
and don't reveal any landmarks.
Geography always tips them off.
-Are you all right?
-Yes.
I just hope Mercy contacts us soon.
Yeah.
Mercy.
Iќs not what you expected,
is it?
What?
The world.
Topside.
I thought it would be beautiful.
Yeah, well, it ceased to be
beautiful a long time ago.
People just screwed it up.
How could they let it get so bad?
Because people
aren't programmed, Cash.
They're not schematics
and they're not circuitry.
They're flesh
and blood.
They learn by trial and error.
Some errors are worse than others.
Some of the trials, too.
Now you're talking about cyborgs.
Man's puny attmept to play God.
A fucked concept, I mean...
I hated you all and Pinwheel,
you know?
I mean when I first started
working