Lightning squad. Rep unit. Battle of the Gemini.
I'd retired a war hero.
Someone who'd fought for the freedom of the Off-World colonists.
The poor guy kind of reminded me of one of those Buffalo Soldiers...
Blacks who had killed and died for America...
yet weren't allowed to drink alongside whites.
And maybe, just maybe, the photograph validated his own existence.
~ Let's have a look at the photograph that Ray picked up from Zuben's body. ~
Lightning squad Rep unit. Battle of the Gemini.
~ Our first case now has both suspects identified. ~
~ And here is the license plate we picked up from the garbage bin outside. ~
~ "UU12KL4E" matches the one from the suspect car outside Runciter's. ~
Locked.
Chill it, man. Just took a wrong turn back there. That's all.
- Take your business elsewhere. - An excellent idea.
Rumor has it you've been earning your stripes, McCoy.
- Working on it. - Keep it up...
You just might have a future in this business.
I understand it's got a hell of a retirement plan.
I checked with U.N air.
Looks your Rep swung that moonbus massacre last month.
- They ever find the moonbus? - Disappeared into thin air.
Bryant thinks it crashed out in the Kipple.
How many Reps you're talking about?
Enough. They're Nexus Sixes, so don't take too much slack.
Gotcha.
- You V-K the mark before retirement? - Didn't have to.
That's why they call it "the magic".
I'm starting to understand.
You ever retire human, your career is over.
Remember that.
See you later, Howie.
~ Yeah, oh and by the way, I retired your master chef, Zuben, back there.~
~ So good luck with the soups and all that. ~
~ Let's head to the police station, and report back to Guzza.~
Ground floor.
Bryant go on permanent leave and you get full use of the office, lieutenant?
You'd be amazed at how accommodating a man can be...
after his hemorrhoids get lanced.
You really been surprising the troops around here kid.
Gaff says you worked that retirement like a champ.
- Just doing the job. - Yeah, well don't get too cocky.
Those Sixes can be damn unpredictable.
- That I know. - But I'm proud of you McCoy...
Why don't you take the rest of the day off?
Thanks.
Payments is wiring the advance to your account as we speak.
- How much? - Double hundred chin-yen...
Enough to buy a sandwich or two.
We got to hold back the rest until the lab does the autopsy.
Paperwork, you know. Shouldn't take more than a couple of days.
- So the check's in the mail. - Hey, don't worry.
The boys upstairs want to keep our best and brightest happy.
Any idea what you want to spend it on?
I was thinking maybe a companion for my animal at home.
Forget that. Buy yourself something. Something nice.
Once you start carving up that juicy bacon kid, the taste never goes away.
The great things in life...
Believe me you'll just be wanting more and more.
Sorry to bother you, lieutenant. I was just checking in.
Well, get back out there. Those Reps ain't retiring themselves.
Yeah, suicidal targets would make my job a lot easier.
Everybody's got a job, kid.
Roof.
~As per Guzza's suggestion, McCoy is taking the rest of the day off and is heading home. ~
Your floor number please.
Apartments.
- McCoy. 88f. - 88. Thank you.
I lived with the best gal I'd ever seen. She was two now and full of life and love.
She'd cost me about a year's salary, but she was worth it.
It was good to have someone warm nearby after completing a dirty job...
and the retirement swag from this case would go toward getting her a partner.
Maggie, come here girl.
Who's the best dog in the whole world?
Here you go, baby. Dinnertime.
~ Note that McCoy also has an ESPER machine in his apartment.~
Zuben was the first Nexus 6 I'd come up against.
There was something in his eyes. An almost primordial desire to live.
Most of the Threes, Fours and Fives I'd seen would just give up when we had 'em.
But these Sixes they were a whole other breed.
[Announcer] The chance to begin again...
in a golden land of opportunity and adventure.
~Looks like there's a message waiting on our phone machine. ~
I was angry with my friend. I told my wrath. My wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe. I told my wrath. My wrath did grow.
Crank calls were a dime a dozen in this city and I'd had my share.
Still, this guy sounded more like an English teacher than the average scumbag.
If I'd been more awake, the message might have spooked me.
Erase and reset.
~ McCoy chooses to do something silent in the bathroom, so this is awkward.~
~ Let's check our advance payment for retiring Zuben. ~
~ Like Guzza mentioned, it's only 200 chin-yen. We now have 290 chin-yen.~
Portrait of the sleep-deprived.
- Got your delivery here, mon. - Uh, what?
- Kingston Kitchen. - Oh, yes right. Hold on.
Is this what the gravity be like on Mars?
Oh, no. It's about a third of what we got here on Terra.
Real comfy.
How about turning that dial, okay? When I say...
Please, can you control your rat?
I'll have you know that Ricky's a purebred Chihuahua....
and he's totally real.
- Things going good at Tyrell corporation? - Boring, boring.
Old man Tyrell's been on a Wagner kick lately. He never shuts up.
- You also do outside work? - Sweetie, I never go outside.
It's bad for the glands.
How about Nexus 6. You know a lot about them?
I think you should be going now.
Understand good.. ~ I have no idea :( ~
Where be your research on Nexus 6?
I need test studies, contacts, the works!
Only *garble* *garble*... ~seriously wtf was that? ~
Extra terrestial gravity.
One more minute you be swallowing this explosive.
Three more minute they be hosing you off the True-Life building across town.
No, I swear I don't have anything. If I did I'd give it to you.
My people sick and dying. You tell me something!
- Talk to dr. Tyrell. - Tell me something I don't know.
The organ designers! Moraji. Hannibal Chew.
Luther and Lance. They're closer to him that I am.
Where?
DNA Row. They're all working down on DNA Row.
- You one miserable package, mon. - No, please don't!
Pick up.
Hope you aren't camped out there with a bottle of tequila.
Very funny.
Early-bird slays the worm McCoy.
Don't worry. I'm up, lieutenant. What's the buzz?
One of Tyrell's employees got his fat face splattered...
all over the marble interior of the Tyrell Building.
- Inside? - That's right...
But we also got a sweet little break at it.
Tyrell's surveillance system recorded the whole shebang.
- Beautiful! How many perps? - Just one.
I don't know if it's related to the Runciter deal or not.
Tyrell security will have the disk for you when you get there.
You be good, killer.
Maggie, come here girl!
Good doggy.
Your floor number please.
Roof.
~ We are visiting the Tyrell Building where the new crime took place. ~
- McCoy, LPD. - Just a minute.
- Where do I go? - Grav Test on the East Wing.
66th floor. Here's the footage from the security cameras.
You get a pretty good look at the man's face.
- How did he get past you guys? - He pretended to be a delivery man.
Dr. Eisenduller ordered in a lot, so it didn't seem unusual.
I may have more questions for you later on.
Yes, sir.
One more thing.
I've told you everything I know, detective.
I gotta work! These monitors don't watch themselves.
Yeah. It's a tough gig.
Someone had tried to access a bunch of protected files...
on the Tyrell network and failed. Not just once but a dozen times.
Tyrell engineers might forget their passwords, but what would the Grav Lab boys need...
with Replicant DNA sequences and incept dates?
I couldn't even begin to guess what Eisenduller's password was.
The earring was shaped like an insect.
I didn't know much about jewelry, but it looked like junk to me.
Like the cheap crap sold at the stands and shops of Animoid Row.
It was a Tyrell sales brochure for the Nexus series.
The kind of glossy hype that ends up littering the floor at trade shows.
This one was for last year's infamous Lolita model.
A big hit with the all-important dirty old man market.
Jesus!
I've seen worse but not by much.
- Learn anything? - You could strain him through a sieve.
This earring yours?
Maybe it belonged to that other cop who was up here.
The babe with the shades and the cigarettes.
Ain't her style. Call her "babe" to her face...
you're liable to end up with a severe limp.
You spot anything you think I ought to know about, tell me.
Absolutely.
I'd seen more dead animals than live ones in the last 24 hours.
And now it was dogs. Three of them.
I thought about Maggie and nearly threw up.
Obviously, he'd been killed with an explosive.
And not just because he'd been plastered on the wall with a thousand strokes.
The detonator wire I pulled out of his skull told the whole story.
But I wondered why the killer didn't just shoot him.
A takeout box from Kingston Κitchen's.
The dog collar has a name on it. "Ricky" maybe?
Eisenduller had used his dog's name as a password.
The Tyrell brass wouldn't be too happy, if they knew I was snagging a copy of their files...
but someone had wanted them bad enough to kill Eisenduller,
so I figured they must be worth having.
Lagging behind again?
Guzza didn't say anything about me working with a partner.
Oh, in a pig's ass, Slim. No, I'm following up on my own.
Could be it's linked to this Tyrell debacle.
- How's yours connected to mine? - I'm still putting the pieces together.
It's all stored in ESPER's mainframe.
You hear about the moonbus massacre?
- Gaff mentioned it. - Could be our cases are overlapping.
I might keep you posted.
Do that.
You friendly with Eisenduller?
Most of the employees I see coming in morning and night...
but old Marcus, I mean dr. Eisenduller, he almost never left his lab.
- He afraid of somebody? - I think it had something to do...
with the air outside and the germs. I once heard him complain about it.
- Smart. What was his job? - Grav Tests Chief Engineer.
The lab runs tests to see how a Replicant would perform...
in different planetary gravitational fields. That kind of thing.
One of the other engineers could tell you more.
You know if anyone lost an earring like this one lately?
Not one of the employees, that's for sure.
The boss enforces a strict dress code around here.
How did Eisenduller's muumuu fit in?
Hey, you know company rules only apply to the lesser mortals.
How do I get in to see the big boss?
You don't, unless he wants to see you.
Okay. How do I make him want to see me?
Well, you could call his personal assistant.
- Who is...? - Don't know offhand.
Yeah, I get the picture.
Do you know anything about Tyrell's computer system?
Security's tight as a drum, if that's what you're asking.
Somebody tried to access restricted data...
from the terminal in dr. Eisenduller's office.
- But they couldn't get in. - Yeah, looks like dr. Tyrell...
keeps his files safer than he keeps his employees.
I may have more questions for you later on.
Yes, sir.
~ We'll return to the police station to use the ESPER on the crime scene photo. ~
Mainframe and shooting range.
Scanning video disc...
One enhanceable image found.
Adding enhanceable photographs to KIA database.
Tyrell Grav Test Lab.
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