Since the transgenics escaped into our streets seven months ago,
the crime rate has spiked 12% in the city of Seattle alone.
In Portland, an unknown viral agent
has claimed the lives of 39 citizens - this is more than just a coincidence.
- You got that right. - They are violent, many of them are diseased.
This committee wants to know, the American people want to know,
how many of them are out there, and how do we contain the threat they pose?
- Smoke 'em out and string 'em up. - Senator James McKinley,
Chair of the Congressional Task Force on the transgenic threat.
That's good. That's good.
Nice.
- Hey. - It wasn't me.
- Grow up. - What?
I just wanna get through my day without seeing one of those.
Don't look like him. Doggie-dog is way better-lookin'.
It's me.
- Hoping it was Logan? - Don't know why I would. It's over.
- Wouldn't be so sure about that. - Thing is...
- I kinda told him I was seein' someone. - What? Who?
Hey, ladies.
- You've gotta be kiddin'. - It was the only way after what happened.
I know myself. I'd forget about the virus, hang with him again...
And sooner or later, you'd accidentally touch again.
I can't risk it.
- Does he know he's your new squeeze? - Hell, no!
- Are you gonna tell him? - Not if I can help it.
I'm tellin' you, Normal. Just come see for yourself.
Paper dumped the mutant story once the mainstream press got it.
Now they got me on a made-up article
about some bogus 10,000-year-old breeding cult.
Get down, freak. Now.
- What? - Down, you mutant bastard!
- Are you crazy? - You got three seconds! Get down!
- Hey! - What the hell are you doing?
He's one of them! He's got a bar code.
Well, he coulda been one. Anybody could be.
Let that be a lesson to all of you. Vigilance.
Go wash your neck. You, get in my office now.
All right. Crash, anyone? Huh? I'm buyin'. Sky?
- You comin'? - No.
- Girl's got quite an arm on her. - She does.
I remember when I first got here.
How it felt so right.
Like home.
Never figured things would get so screwed up.
Maybe it'd all be just as bad if I'd gone somewhere else.
But then again, maybe not.
I'm home!
- I got an A in my spelling test. - That's great! Did you show Dad?
- Hey, hon. - Hey.
Get cleaned up, kiddo. It's chow time.
- This is awesome. - I know.
- Munchkin down? - Yeah.
So, I got Friday off, so we can get ahead of traffic
and maybe try and do some night skiing.
Or maybe some hot-tubbing under the stars?
Sounds even better.
- Get him and the kid outta here. - No!
- Mom! - You're a long way from your usual haunts.
- What are you talking about? - Did you think you could hide from me, 452?
- Oh, God. - What, no witty rejoinders today?
My designation is 453.
- What? - 453.
- I can't believe this. - What's wrong?
- It's not her. - It isn't?
It's a clone.
A clone? Get her outta here!
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.
Hey, Joshua.
I brought you some stuff.
Easel's over there.
What's up with this map?
It's Terminal City. There was a biochemical accident in Sector Seven.
- It's a fenced-in area. - Been there.
There isn't much to see.
People go there when they have nowhere to go and nothin' to lose.
Like downstairs people. Transhumans.
- Who told you that? - Alec.
- Why didn't you, Max? - Because it's dangerous there.
- Yeah. But we're immune. It doesn't matter. - And this is your home.
Under this mess, anyway. So forget about Terminal City.
- I'll help you clean up. - No.
- It's OK. I don't mind. - Leave it!
- Joshua. - Everything here reminds me of Annie.
Books, chairs, sitting, eating...
Painting...
This is not my home any more, Max.
You have to hang on.
It'll get better, I promise.
Do not attempt to adjust your set.
This is an Eyes Only Streaming Freedom Video bulletin.
The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds.
It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped,
and it is the only free voice left in this city.
Lately, every crime, every act of violence committed on our city's streets
is being blamed on transgenics.
60 seconds enough time for a trace?
He gets started on this transgenic thing, sometimes he goes over.
- Keep ramblin', pal. ...cutback in food aid. Don't believe the hype.
This has been an Eyes Only Streaming Freedom Video bulletin. Peace. Out.
Damn. Few more seconds, we woulda had him.
Remind our Korean friends that if they don't come through, they don't get paid.
Sir.
453's DNA assay just came back.
So you're the cheap knock-off.
See, 452 doesn't have any junk DNA.
Every base pair sequence she's got is coded with genetic information.
- I'd like to know why. - You should ask her.
- Where is she? - How should I know?
You mean you haven't been in contact with her?
- Why would I? - Because she broke you out,
- along with all the other mutants. - I was already out.
I was on a deep cover mission for two years. Industrial espionage.
So that poor sap that you're married to, he was just part of your cover?
At first. But when I found out Manticore went down, I...
You fell in love with him and wanted to adopt his little boy.
I'm sorry. I'm tearing up here a little bit. How sweet.
Where are they? They don't know anything.
You never told them you were built in a lab?
- Please. - They're fine. And you will see them again.
After you help me find 452.
I told you. I don't know where she is.
Well, you're in luck, because I have a lead for you.
See, she turned up at a local hospital a while back.
Really stirred things up. The CDC was brought in,
and her doctor told them that he didn't have any idea she was transgenic.
And her doctor told them that he didn't have any idea she was transgenic.
And you think he knows more than he's letting on.
Now, we had him under surveillance for a while, hoping that she'd turn up again,
- but now that I have you, why wait? - What do you want me to do?
I want you to find out everything he knows about her,
which shouldn't be too hard, considering.
- And then I want you to find her. - And my family?
You pull this off, and the three of you are free to go.
I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' "I could kill him right now."
- But you won't. - You seem pretty sure of yourself.
You won't do anything to endanger your family. I know this because I have family too.
Or, at least, I did, before 452 took my son away.
I am very motivated.
And I wanna find her really badly.
I am not a patient man.
Don't let me down.
OK. Raise your right leg.
Good. Now the left.
- OK. Good. - So, what do you think?
This is your second go around with transfusions of transgenic blood.
We both know what happened. Nerve cell regeneration didn't last,
- and you lost mobility again. - This is different.
Last time, nothing happened for weeks afterwards. This time, it was instantaneous.
Maybe you're right. Maybe this time it'll stick. Bottom line is, only time will tell.
- Hey. - Hey.
Max! You scared the hell outta me.
- Sorry. - You know, you just missed Logan.
Logan? Huh. That's too bad.
- So what brings you by? - I was wondering if
- I could take a look at my file. - You're kidding, right?
You asked me to get rid of it. I did.
- Right. Thanks. - The CDC's still asking questions about you.
I jut keep tellin' them I don't know anything.
I was wondering if you could take a look at my back.
I'm having a muscle spasm. Check it out.
Let me have a look.
Maybe you can write me a prescription. I'm kinda low on cash.
Jam Pony doesn't have much of a health plan, huh?
- Not really. - Well, there's nothing unusual here.
Could be some nerve damage from when you were shot.
Max, there's no wound here. This just happened a few weeks ago.
- I heal fast. - Not that fast, you don't.
The people who sent me won't like that you lied about how well you know Max.
So when you wake up, grab your family and get the hell outta town.
What are you talking about?
There she is.
- Don't lose her. - What the...
If I'm onto you, then she'll be onto you. Got it?
Good boy. Tell your boss I work alone.
You were here. You saw the way she muscled me.
Yeah. She's been workin' out a lot. What are you guys gettin' at?
That maybe we got the wrong person. Sky isn't a transgenic.
- And Max is? - Look, man, I don't wanna believe it either.
But I'll peek to see if she's got a bar code.
These trannies are fiendishly clever. She could have had it removed.
True. Not having a bar code doesn't prove anything.
I don't know, guys, I mean, listen to yourselves.
You know, if she's a witch she'll float, if she's not she'll drown. Either way, she's guilty.
Max. Hold up, hold up.
- What are you doing? - I thought so. You need a laser touch-up.
- Thanks for the tip. - Hold on. You can't go in there.
Normal and Sketchy are trippin' about your little stunt you pulled yesterday.
Go to Joshua's. I'll meet you there later, all right? Go. Go.
You'll get caught. You won't even make it to Terminal City.
- I'll take the sewers. - Why are you doing this?
I can't be with upstairs people.
- I don't wanna be alone any more. - You won't have to be.
- I'll come every day. - You come, then you go.
Then I'm alone. I'm tired of being alone, Max.
If you go to Terminal City, I can't look after you.
You don't have to look after me, Max.
I can look after myself. At Manticore, I took care of myself.
- And everybody else. - It's different out here.
No! I'm talking now. You listen.
I don't wanna hide any more. I need to be with people like me.
Fine. You wanna go, live in toxic waste, eat rats for dinner, be my guest.
Joshua?
Goodbye, little fella.
- I've been subpoenaed. - Yes. I know.
McKinley's committee. The good senator is determined to blow this thing wide open.
Needless to say, we're taking the Fifth.
- Sir... - I don't want to hear it.
Right now your priority is to maintain your cover.
Not capturing transgenics.
As far as anyone needs to know, they don't exist.
- Understand? - Perfectly, sir.
Well, then, I'll see you in Washington on Thursday.
Very good.
Don't wear a black suit.
- How're we comin'? - We got a partial trace from his last hack.
With any luck, we should lock on his position next time.
Good. I'm gettin' tired of lookin' at this guy's mug.
And you are not tailing 453 because...?
She made us, sir. Shot out our tyres and took off.
Said to tell you she works alone.
That's my girl. Good to know she's on-board.
Max.
- Yeah? - So you are speaking to me.
- I guess I should be flattered. - What do you mean?
This morning, outside Sam Carr's office?
- Logan. - Yeah.
I'm sorry. I was in a hurry.
Great. In a hurry.
It's bad enough that you won't return my calls or come over,
but just because you're seeing someone else now, you're gonna treat me like a stranger?
Yeah. I already told you. It's over.
What do you mean, "leaving town"?
White's on my ass 24/7, I can't go back to work.
I can't see Logan, and Joshua said he doesn't need me any more.
- Why am I staying here? - I'm here, for one.
And one day, White's men will bust through that door,
and you'll get caught in the crossfire.
- I'll kick their asses. - I'm serious.
I've stayed too long. I need to go somewhere new.
Where nobody knows who I am, and I don't have to worry about anybody but myself.
You think that's gonna make you happy?
Maybe.
What about Logan?
He's better off without me in the picture.
- If you say so. - He'll be fine.
He's got his whole Eyes Only thing.
Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is an Eyes Only Streaming Freedom Video bulletin.
The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds.
It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city.
The so-called transgenic threat has continued to dominate the news,
but as usual, the facts...
Got him.
This is the last you'll hear from me for a while.
Stay strong in the struggle. Peace. Out.
This is not good.
Keep an eye on this one. Won't give her home address.
Rooms with Nubian princess.
Nubian princess?
Cindy. 339 Waverley.
Don't move.
It's all right.
He's one of us.
Max! Josh! Where are you guys?
Are you gonna call him and tell him you're goin'?
Before you go, there's somethin' I wanna say.
You, Max Guevara, are my sister.
You are my family.
I love you.
I love you too.
You take care of yourself, OK?
You too.
Great. Now I'm seeing her everywhere.
- Yeah. - It's 453. I have her.
- Is she secure? - Not goin' anywhere.
- Where are you? - An abandoned building.
- Corner of Parish and Beechwood. - All right, I'm on my way.
Fe'nos tol.
Tell the Conclave I've found 452.
I'll bring her to you.
Once I find out where she took my son.
You look familiar. Have we met before?
Yeah. In a test tube.
- Who came first? Me or you? - I'm 453.
- Do what your big sister says and untie me. - "Sister"? Yeah, right.
I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad.
Tell them I quit, till yesterday.
So. Looks like I interrupted a little vacation.
- Or were you skipping town? - Somethin' like that.
- Same old 452. - What's that supposed to mean?
It's what you do, isn't it?
Run away.
Like when it got too rough for you back at Manticore?
I bet you never once stopped to think about what they'd do to the rest of us.
They wanted to make sure it wouldn't happen again, so they tightened the leash.
We got the worst of it, your twins.
Manticore figured, since we had the same basic psychological make-up as you 12,
we were the greatest flight risks.
So they hauled us into Psy-Ops for evaluation.
Six months.
You have no idea what they put us through, do you?
While you were out in the world, living the dream, we paid the price.
"Living the dream" isn't exactly how I'd put it.
So it's too tough for you out here, too?
I guess I don't feel so bad about turning you over to White, then.
See, he got onto me because of you.
It's been ten years since the first time you ruined my life.
I'll be damned if I let that happen again.
- You have power. - I put together a generator from car parts.
That's what I do. I build stuff.
Do you have any skills? Special talents we could use?
- I paint. - Paint?
I don't know. I guess a couple of new coats could brighten up the place.
- No, pictures. I paint pictures. - Oh.
Pictures. Right.
- Where'd you get these? - Stole 'em.
They're a little old, but they keep the ordinaries off our backs.
- "Ordinaries"? - Humans.
Yeah. They stay away from Terminal City, because the biotoxins make 'em sick.
Not us, though. No, we do just fine, huh?
City's full of transgenics. Must be ten different groups between here and Oak Street.
Everyone tends to stick with their own kind.
Yeah. Xs with Xs, freaks with freaks.
I guess that means you're with us.
Give you any weapons training at Manticore?
No.
I'll teach you what you need to know.
We're not looking for trouble. We just wanna be left alone.
Dix. Someone's outside.
- Don't move. - Hey, fellas.
What happened to you?
- What are you doing here? - I'm X5.
Then go to Oak Street with your own kind.
Well, I'm lookin' for a friend of mine. One of your kind.
You've found him.
- You're married? - I have a husband and a little boy.
- You're lucky. - Yeah.
You know, I had a nice normal life.
Until White came looking for you and found me instead.
He has them. I'm sorry.
Yeah, well. I get them back once I turn you over to him.
- That's if he keeps his word. - Don't have a lot of options, do I?
This is my family. Maybe you don't know what that means.
Maybe you'd just run off and save your own hide like you always do.
Not me.
- Logan! - You OK?
Untie me! Hurry!
- What? - How do I know it's really you?
Logan?
- Max? - Logan!
Don't untie her!
That guy's really stuck on you, huh?
I thought I was a bitch, but you take the prize.
- It's no use. I've had ten years of training. - Well, they didn't teach you to fight dirty.
- Where the hell have you been? - I had a thing.
Where's my family?
All in good time, 453.
Yeah, right.
Ames White. I oughta put a bullet in your head.
But 20-odd years ago, me and her got cooked up in the same test tube.
- So in my book, that makes us sisters. - Get to the point.
The point is, I'm gonna trade your sorry ass for her husband and kid.
- I don't think so. - No? Well...
Then I guess we get to find out how high your pain threshold really is.
- I thought Max was with you. - No. Is she all right?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
- He can't stay here. - Take it easy, pal. I'm not planning to.
- I'll hook up with you in a coupla days, OK? - Guys!
What are they doin' here?
- Just a bunch of humans. - It's Max.
- You know her? - She's a friend. She's X5.
X5, huh? Not our problem.
Yeah, but you see that guy right there?
He's in charge of huntin' you down, so I suggest you make it your problem.
- Let's see what you're packin'. - We're unarmed.
I don't have a whole lot of patience.
I don't think you boys wanna stay in Terminal City any longer than you have to.
All right. Let's do this.
OK, on three. One, two, three.
- Is my son still alive? - You won't be if you don't start movin'.
Not another step.
Nice work, Otto.
You guys wanna throw down, go ahead.
But a whole lot of people are gonna get hurt.
This isn't over, 452.
All right, gentlemen.
- Sam, what's going on here? - I'll explain everything later, OK?
So I guess you really can take care of yourself.
And me too.
- Score anything? - Jacked an SUV from some gangster guys
outside a strip club.
- Thanks. - It's gonna be a long ride to Canada.
She's got some explaining to do.
- I appreciate this. - I know. Anything for a friend.
Or a clone of a friend.
You're all set.
If you're expecting thanks, forget it. None of this would've happened if it weren't for you.
- You're right. - You know, if Manticore hadn't gone down,
you wouldn't even be with them.
You wouldn't even be with them.
You know who took it down.
Not bad.
Good luck.
You too. Come on.
So White really messed up your place, huh?
- Yep. - I'm sorry.
Got my files out. It's gonna take some pricey equipment to get Eyes Only up and running.
You're gonna need a good cat burglar.
Thought you were leaving town.
Nah. Got some family stuff to take care of.
Committee calls to the stand Special Agent Ames White.
Now, Agent White, I'm sure you've been instructed by counsel and by your superiors
to invoke your Fifth Amendment right.
But I wanna remind you, as an officer of this committee and as your fellow American,
that all this committee is interested in is truth.
The truth, sir, is quite simple.
Did parties within our government secretly divert funds for genetic experiments?
Yes.
Did they allow those transgenics to escape?
Yes.
Did they then choose to withhold that information from the American people?
Yes.
Are those transgenics dangerous?
Most assuredly, yes.
I cannot in good conscience continue to be part of this cover-up.
- That, my friends, is a true patriot. - Transgenics are a great threat
to our national security and our American way of life.
Make no mistake. This is a war.
A war we cannot afford to lose.
- Hey! - Bip bip bip, people.
C'mon, these packages aren't gonna deliver themselves.
You heard her. Get back to work.
What? You got somethin' to say?
- Me? No. - I'm good.
- Miss me? - You know it, boo.
You know it.
Simms is gonna want my badge.
Don't worry about Simms. By the time I'm through, you'll be a national hero,
in a position to eliminate the transgenics once and for all.
The Conclave will be in touch. Fe'nos tol.
Fe'nos tol.
Wonder if Manticore cooked up any more of me,
cos one clone is plenty.
Especially when she's got a nasty left hook.
She was right about one thing, though.
Running away isn't the answer.
Cos, as messed up as everything's gotten lately,
this is home.
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