Almost Human (2013–2014): Season 1, Episode 8 - You Are Here - full transcript

The year is 2048.

Evolving technologies can
no longer be regulated.

Dangerous advancements forever
alter the criminal landscape.

Police are not prepared.

Law enforcement combats this corruption

with a new line of defense.

But not all are created equal.

The idea behind the DRNs was
to be as human as possible.

They were based on a program
called Synthetic Soul.

That's one of the crazy ones.

- I'll lead you in?
- Let's go.



Now all cops...

human and manmade together...

take on the battle to watch over us all.

Hey, hey. We're not open yet.

But you gotta let me in, please!

Ten minutes!

Hey, what's wrong with you?

Hey! Stop right there!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Sir, come here.

- Sir, I'm only gonna say this once...
- No, please!

- Sir!
- Please, they're gonna... they're gonna find me!

- Who's gonna find you?
- They know where I am!



- Calm down!
- They're gonna kill me!

- You don't understand!
- Calm down, sir!

Please enjoy a hot beverage.

When you came to see me six months ago,

your emotions were boiling over with hate.

You were seething with frustration

and disgust at your neighbors,

at your fellow workers,

at our government.

But today...

you are a different man.

And I am so proud

of how far you've come.

What a complete and utter waste of my time.

I could not feel worse.

I don't feel at all better.

I hate everyone the same.

In fact, I think I hate you most.

Okay.

But, Jim...

listen to yourself.

Listen to your words.

Two months ago, you would've been

expressing this anger physically.

Now you're using your words.

When I get these damn bandages off,

I'll be physical again.

Well, you should be proud of yourself.

Okay, John. What about you?

How are you feeling?

Doc, I'm feeling great.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'm feeling really good.

I don't want to encourage you to be angry,

but I also don't want
you to hide your feelings

from us... and more importantly...

from yourself.

No, uh, look...

I'm the first to agree, you know?

I'm all for sharing feelings.

Uh... but, uh...

I feel good.

What can I say?

John...

your girlfriend not only abandoned you,

- but she was secretly working for
one of the most...
- Yeah.

Infamous criminal
organizations in this city.

The same organization that targeted

and killed your entire squad...

in a gun battle and left you for dead,

and, ultimately,

left you with a synthetic leg.

Yet, for the past several sessions,

in what little you've told us,

you're saying that...

you have no problems

and you... feel good?

Are you really, truly saying

that you're being honest?

Look, Doc,

we all hit bumps in the road.

You know?

Everyone hits speed bumps, right?

The thing is,

I got my health, you know?

I got a job.

I got a new synthetic leg.

I can still... you know.

Comparatively speaking...

I mean, I'm not like...
like Marty over there.

I mean, no... no offense, Marty.

If I was in your shoes,

pal, I tell you, I'd...

I'd really... , you know?

Every week I walk in
here, I think, "Oh, my God,

is Marty gonna be here?"

And he is. Week in, week out.

I gotta hand it to you.

I'd get a divorce, I'd put the dog down,

and I'd just stay away from peanut butter.

It's as simple as that, really.

I feel good.

I really do, you know?

What about you, uh... Anal?

You're good?

It's Aneal.

Okay. Yeah.

Hey, Mr. Friendly.

How was Angry Class 101?

Call me that again and I swear

I'll stick my boot right in your face.

Clearly, it went well.

Detective Kennex.

Here's the preliminary report.

Detective Paul is up there, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, there's not
much we can do about that.

Victim is Anton Cross.

Lived in Lakeshore Heights.

Single gunshot wound to the upper torso.

Large caliber round.

What do you got?

Looks like three shots fired.

One through the skylight,

one through that guy's celo,

and one into Mr. Lucky here,

which fragmented on the wall.

The transit police said he was running.

They stopped him on the platform.

He was agitated, saying
"They're gonna kill me."

Three shots and no one saw a shooter?

Correct.

And we only recovered one bullet.

One bullet?

It is possible that

a single bullet was responsible

for all three impacts.

If fired from the perfect angle

and traveling along a
consistent trajectory,

I believe a bullet could
have cut through the skylight,

continued through the celo,
bounced against the wall,

ricocheted to the floor,

and penetrated the victim's chest cavity.

Let me get this straight.

You're suggesting that a single bullet

came through the skylight,

ricocheted and bounced its way

through the subway, and then just

miraculously hit a man
square in the chest...

who was, according to witnesses,

running, screaming,

"They're gonna kill me"?

While the likelihood seems improbable,

there is a .004% chance that a shooter

firing with this morning's

five miles per hour northwesterly winds,

would release a bullet that
would only increase speed

until hitting the skylight,

where the trajectory would change nominally

and the bullet would increase velocity

due to air conditioning within the station.

A temporary deformation,
coupled with inertia

and the molecular structure of the wall,

the celo, and the floor,
would inevitably allow

for a fatal impact.

Makes sense to me.

What do you think?

Obviously, this is just a first look,

but it appears that there's only

residue from the skylight,

and residue from the celo.

Yet there's no residue from the floor,

making the likelihood that it bounced

or ricocheted unlikely.

Detective Kennex.

I appreciate you seeking multiple scenarios

as to how this homicide occurred.

And I understand your partner
is trying to assist you.

However, I must remind you that

your partner is a DRN.

A discontinued...

Please, do continue.

If you look here, there seems to be

some sort of circuitry
that's embedded in the slug.

Now, we can't be sure until
we a get a full analysis,

but these markings don't look like

scratches from a bullet hitting a wall.

Again, Detective Kennex,
your DRN is inferior.

- Its computing power is 18 billion trilihertz
- It's not something you see every day.

- less than my own.
- On top of that, I genuinely believe

- that one bullet did do...
- It does not have the ability

- all of this damage.
- ... to rationalize, analyze or deduct.

- His intelligence is subpar...
- Just not a ricochet,

- as suggested by...
- You are damaging your incident arrest quota

- Detective Paul's MX.
- ... by having an obsolete DRN.

You are continuing to listen
to a retired old system,

believing the rambling
and illogical theories

of your appropriately canceled partner.

If you would like,

I can put in a request

Are you out of your mind?

You do not draw your weapon...

let alone fire it in a public place

unless you're in danger!

Doesn't fire his weapon?

Who cares about him firing his weapon?

He's firing it at my MX!

Come on. Since when do
you care about an MX?

What if I put a bullet in Dorian's head?

- Hey. Hey!
- Don't even look at Dorian!

Nobody is shooting any police officers.

Let me explain something to you.

I'm a police officer.

You're a police officer.

And as much as it pains me to say it,

Richard is a police officer.

Now, you can dress these
machines to look like cops.

You can program 'em to drive a car

and shoot a gun like a cop.

But they're not cops.

They're bullet catchers.

And if you force me to
work with a faulty machine,

then I will dispose of it

with the same degree of compassion

that I would a toaster that burns my toast.

John, I don't know what to do with you.

I could give you a list
of things I'd do with him.

Richard, let me handle this.

Wow.

You better watch your ass.

Your partner better watch his ass, too.

Richard, go down and
find yourself another MX.

We've got a problem here, John.

Yeah, I agree.

I mean, what do you think
he wants to do to my ass?

You know, your anger
issues and your short fuse

are known way beyond this precinct.

You were supposed to
participate in therapy.

I'm participating.

And it's working.

It was just a minor slip, okay?

It could've been worse.

I mean, I could've shot Richard.

I understand Dorian found
the victim's girlfriend.

Get into that.

See what you can find out.

Name: Kira Larsen.

1,003 communications with Anton Cross

in the last 12-week period.

Where does she work?

Trope Software.

That's the same as Anton Cross.

Affirmative.

They work together.

Address, please.

What?

You like me.

- Sorry?
- You like me.

- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do.

- No.
- You definitely do.

How do you come by that conclusion?

The MX. You shot it because

- it insulted me. You like me.
- No.

- I shot the MX 'cause it wouldn't shut up.
- Nope.

You shot it because you like me.

Keep talking, I'll prove my point.

It's okay, John.

I like you, too.

Rudy, what's up?

Uh, well, you were right, Dorian.

There is a power source in this bullet.

There are definitely, uh,

micro-electro-mechanical systems embedded

in... in the bullets.

Um, active aerodynamics, which can alter

the course of the bullets in flight.

I've never seen anything like it.

Do we have any idea who might've made it

or where it was manufactured?

Not yet, but the MEMS circuits

are highly specialized.

Whoever fires this can
control where this bullet goes.

It could literally chase
you around a corner.

If the shooter wants you dead,

the bullet will find you.

Hi.

We need to speak to Kira Larsen.

Just one moment, Officer.

I'm Kira Larsen. What's this about?

I'm Detective John Kennex.

I'm afraid we have some very bad news.

I don't...

Anton would never hurt anyone in his life.

Who would want to hurt him?

Was he involved in any
underground activities?

Black market, drugs?

Did he owe any money?

No.

Black market?

Anton was a gamer.

He was an elder in Warriors of Grun.

We're trying to find out information

about the weapon he was killed with.

When was the last time you heard from him?

Uh, he left me a message.

- When?
- Last night.

Hey, K. You must be asleep.

Uh, of course you are. Anyway, um,

forget looking for the
bio-stamp on the, uh...

on the 318 liquifile.

I found it.

It's on my arm.

Anyway, uh...

uh, I got to go.

Love you.

See you tomorrow.

He seems distracted.

Oh, he's... he's working. That's how

he always is.

I'm gonna need access to
all of Anton's office files.

Of course.

I can take care of that right now.

... specializing in
long-term backup of data.

Don't let your memories...

Why, hello there, Dorian-0167.

Good day, Dorian.

Replace your worn-out objects with new...

Hey, DRN-01...

Kira, I need you to think.

Were there any new people in his life?

He doesn't know a lot of
people outside of work.

Anything out of the ordinary?

He'd been meeting with a headhunter.

Was he looking to change jobs?

No, when you have skills

like... like Anton, you have options.

Do you remember the name?

He, uh...

It was a woman.

I think her name was Natalie.

She worked for a recruitment
company called Kinsey.

Your company makes
real-time tracking software

for personalized advertising.

Yeah.

I think I know how Anton Cross was killed.

Anton's software

exploits an obscure bug in
the location-tracking protocols

used by nearly all sensors.

Phones, cameras,

retinal scanners,
bio-stamps, even DNA readers,

enabling them all to
communicate in real time

to precisely track virtually
any person at any time.

So Anton created the guidance
system for the bullet?

Dorian, are you there?

Hang on, it's Rudy.

I have some information about
where the bullet came from.

According to Interpol,

the MEMS circuit in the slug was

a Russian Army design.

A batch was stolen from a
Ukrainian armory three months ago.

And the theft was linked

to a group called Revolution Now.

A new weapon for the black market.

Self-guided bullets that can
track down and kill anyone.

Rudy thinks the MEMS in
the bullet that killed Anton

were stolen by gunrunners.

So, Anton sold his
software to arms dealers.

And they killed him with it.

What a world.

The round was fired miles away.

It's a lot of money.

Don't you see what we have here?

It's worth it.

When can I get it?

Soon.

I want to see it work for myself.

Follow me.

We'll use her.

Have to kill her anyway.

So Anton sells his genius tracking software

- to arms dealers.
- Who take it and use it

to create a guidance system
for a new kind of bullet

that can track down
anyone wherever they are.

And once they get what
they needed from Anton,

they kill him with it.

So, how do we know they haven't
mass-produced them already?

- We don't.
- Well, they just killed the man

who designed the guidance system.

They wouldn't have done that
unless R & D was already done.

We need to find these
dealers and contain this.

We've already notified FBI and DHS.

I'll check Anton's financials.

Maybe we can find out who
he sold the software to.

But I'm not optimistic... he was in tech.

He'd know how to hide money.

I'd be happy to help, Detective Stahl.

Don't stress yourself, bot.

There's an easier way.

Your daddy's really good
at hiding money, right?

Why don't we just ask him how it's done.

Stand up when you say that.

Oh, wait, you are.

Yeah, well, my parents
didn't have the money

to make me taller.

Or pretty.

Even if you were genetically
enhanced, Richard,

you would only be a taller jerk.

Anton's girlfriend said he'd
been meeting a headhunter

from a company called Kinsey.

It was the only new thing in his life.

All we have is her first name... Natalie.

Can you check it out?

There are no Natalies
currently employed by Kinsey.

Maybe Kira got the name wrong.

Or maybe she's lying.

Let's go ask her.

Hang on.

We know you were after
something in the evidence vault

when you assaulted the
precinct with Insyndicate.

Are we really gonna go through this again?

What was it?

Asked but not answered.

The same as the last 50 times.

This time, it's different, Reinhardt.

This time,

I'm prepared to offer you a deal.

You tell us what is here,

and we make a deal.

You're asking for a big
piece of information.

For that, I get a full walk.

That's not gonna happen.

It's worth it.

So close,

and yet so far away.

That must be frustrating.

Isn't that right, buddy?

Your girlfriend Anna

would be very impressed
to see you walk me around.

You do know that's not her real name?

Wouldn't you just love

to get your hands around
that chick's throat?

I know where she is.

Would you like to know?

How bad?

Get her to let me walk.

We're gonna find her.

And we're gonna find what
you were after anyway.

Yeah, eventually, I guess.

If you get enough time.

But, um, do you really think

that I'm the only one coming for it?

Get him out of here.

Thanks.

All right, let's go.

Were you really gonna offer him a deal?

One I could live with, yeah.

A deal you could live with.

But what about the families

of the 11 men killed in the ambush?

And the men who died in the assault?

Could they live with it?

I've been working this nonstop

to try to figure it out for them.

So you negotiate with a murderer?

What are you afraid is in here?

Something even worse.

Here you go.

Kira.

We need to talk.

We suspect Anton was
selling your company's tech

to people who killed him with it.

The headhunter you mentioned... Natalie?

We checked at Kinsey, she doesn't exist.

You sure you got her name right?

No, I'm not absolutely sure.

How did you get her name?

I bumped into them on the
street near our office.

A couple weeks ago.

They were coming back from lunch.

She had blonde hair,

Slavic accent.

Anton introduced her.

Could you identify her if you saw her?

I think so, yes.

John...

What?

I thought you said it never missed.

You okay?

Please remain still.

Thank you for your cooperation.

And remember:
hugs, not drugs.

Stay on this side of the
wall and respect authority.

How are your functions?

You okay to continue?

Fantastic.

Hey-hey, it's okay, it's okay.

You're safe in here, Kira.

This truck is made of titanium.

They can't track you in here.

I'd be dead if it weren't for you.

Thank you.

Kira, you must know something about Anton.

That's why they tried to kill you.

I don't.

If you're holding anything back,

now is the time to tell us.

I don't. I don't know anything.

I don't know why they
would want me dead, too.

Okay.

We're gonna transfer you to a safe house,

a place where you can't be tracked.

I'm not going anywhere without my daughter.

My best friend Janet has her.

I need to go see her right now.

She'll worry if I don't go home.

Okay. We'll bring her
to you. What's her name?

Aimee.

I can't find her. She's not coming up.

- Aimee!
- Mommy!

I love you so much!

Oh, bless you.

We've got men outside.

You'll be safe here.

For now, maybe,

but they will find me. You have no idea.

That's what this technology
is designed to do.

I've seen what this technology can do.

Kira, I need you to be
honest with yourself.

Is there any part of you that doubts Anton?

Well...

- Yes.
- Why?

Because of how secretive he
was about where he was going

and who he was with.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Because I didn't want to believe it.

Whatever he was involved with,

look what he's done to us.

He was like a father to her.

How could he do this to us?

What if I got scrubbed?

- I could go to a scrubber...
- Kira...

and erase everything I know about Anton.

Whatever they think that he told me,

I could have him extracted.

That might make sense to you now, but...

I need to be here for her.
She's all that I've got.

And then maybe they'll leave me alone...

when I'm no longer a threat to them.

It doesn't work like
that. It wouldn't matter.

Look, forgetting Anton
is not the answer here.

Are you one of those
anti-scrubbers or something?

I don't agree with scrubbing.

Well, maybe if your life
depended on it, you would.

You have more faith in the tech finding you

than me stopping it. I understand that.

But I need you to trust me.

Can you guarantee that you can protect us?

No.

Look, I know you're
worried about your daughter,

but if this technology gets out,

it'll change the world we live in.

It'll change the world
that she lives in forever.

You know something.

We just gotta figure out what it is.

But I can promise you that my partner and I

will do everything we can to protect you.

What do you need me to do?

What's wrong with him?

Sure, you got it.

Captain approves. We're on.

Please make him stop.

It's a Korean pop song.

I find it catchy and soothing.

Rudy, if you don't do

something about this, I'll shoot him, too.

Thank you.

So, you're using the young woman as bait?

Yeah. Kira's comm signals are down.

She's off the grid. We're gonna move her

from the safe house,

put her somewhere underground,

turn the comms back on.

Put her back on the grid?

Draw the arms dealers to us.

Um, perhaps,

do you need any undercover help?

Does this in any way,

even tangentially, involve sexbots?

Because I am quite willing...

Yeah, you know what, Rudy?

We're, um... we're good.

Thanks.

Kennex.

Hey, it's me.

Hey, how are you?

I got something for you.

Really? For me? Uh, that's sweet.

You, uh... you shouldn't have.

I meant on the case.

I have something for you on Anton.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, I, uh... I knew that.

What do you got?

Anton Cross's car has parking violations

outside Merit Bank.

Once, three weeks ago,

and then again a week after that.

We checked surveillance,

and he did go inside the bank.

Now, there was no account under his name,

but there was one under a "Mark Cross."

Mark is Anton's middle name.

That's it. That's the money trail.

Did you find the money he
got for selling the software?

No, there was no money in the account,

but there was a safe-deposit box.

Maybe the money's in there.

I'm gonna send you the address now.

Okay, great. Thanks, Val. We'll check it.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

No bitcoins.

Wasn't hiding any money.

A lot of personal effects.

What do you make of this?

There's numbers on 'em.

Some sort of code.

A password maybe.

Video chip.

It's full.

Play it.

We can get to her at any time.

I think you know that.

Don't make a mistake that can't be undone.

Kira... do you think this will work?

Can they protect you?

Deliver the third part

of the design schematic by Thursday.

There will be no more time.

Anton wasn't facilitating an arms deal.

He was being extorted.

Where is Kira Larsen?

- John?
- What?

I just received notification
that Kira Larsen has left

the secure building five minutes ago.

She's gone.

Look, these guys

aren't gonna stop until they find Kira.

Until we find her, the only lie

we have left to chase is Natalie.

Anton lied about her for a reason.

Kira said she saw them
outside and near their office

two weeks ago coming back from lunch. Yeah?

Well, we know what
Anton and Kira look like.

So why not use facial
recog to search for them

and another woman in the vicinity

of their office a couple weeks ago?

There's a lot of faces in the city.

There's something you need to see.

DHS was able to pull this off a black site

which they were able to
trace back as far as Estonia.

The language is Chechen.

"With a maximum range of two kilometers,

the Magic Bullet can
locate a single human target

with an accuracy of 25 centimeters."

"Fast, precise,

and with little or no
risk to operator exposure,

the Magic Bullet is also a bargain

at the designated price per round."

Tie up a loose end and make
an infomercial out of it.

That's pretty cool.

Cost-effective.

Captain, we just intercepted a signal

from Kira Larsen's personal comm.

Bring it up.

Looks like Kira went with your plan.

Okay, now what?

Now we wait.

All right.

Got her. But she's underground.

The bullet can't reach her.

We'll have to go get her.

She still hasn't moved.

3435 Randall Avenue.

What's listed at 3435 Randall?

It's listed as a plumbing supply,

closed for the last 11 months.

Yeah, there's at least half a
dozen memory shops on that block.

Bet she's gone to a scrubber.

Two lefts, then a right.

Hey, what are you doing?

Beat it.

We got to go.

- We don't have much time.
- I want them to find me.

I want them to find me! And when they

get here, they can watch me
having my memory scrubbed!

I don't know why they're trying to kill me,

but I know it's gotta have
something to do with Anton!

I told you, if I get rid
of everything in my head

about him, they'll leave me alone.

It wouldn't matter.

Look, we think we know

why they tried to kill you.

That woman you saw Anton with, Natalie,

we believe she's an arms
dealer, and you can identify her.

John.

We need to hurry.

Let's go, Kira.

Get down!

Backup units will be here

- in under three minutes.
- Great.

That should give them just
enough time to kill us.

Can you draw their fire?!

Go.

Mine's still alive.

- Mine's done.
- Police.

Get your hands up. Hands up! Police!

- Let me see your hands!
- All clear.

- Roger, Detective.
- Clear!

We got a code four!

Kira.

Get her out of here.

Come on. Let's go.

You're all right. Come with us.

You've certainly taken
your fair share today.

I'll send you the bill.

We can get to her at any time.

I think you know that.

Don't make a mistake that can't be undone.

Deliver the third part

of the design schematic by Thursday.

There will be no more time.

Where did you get this?

They're threats.

We found the videos in a
safety-deposit box Anton had.

Wh... what?

Anton traded his software to protect you.

They needed his expertise,

and they used you to get it.

Anton traded his software to save your life

and the life of your daughter.

We found these.

Do you know what these numbers mean?

He said he would save them, and he did.

When we first met, he wrote down

his phone number on a piece
of paper with a pen, and...

he was old-fashioned that way.

I ripped it up.

And he said he would win me over...

and that he would keep this as a memento.

We used to write notes to each other...

in pen.

I can't tell you how happy I
am that I can remember that.

I want you to have this.

No, really, I...

Please.

I wouldn't have any of
him if it weren't for you.

Thank you.

Kira, I'll walk you out.

Could you please put
that back into evidence?

You know, I have something for you.

- For me?
- Yeah.

You're pulling my leg.

No, I do this time. I mean it. I do.

It's an energy chew.

- Oh, wow.
- Yeah.

For me?

I thought you might need it.

- You shouldn't have.
- I know.

I got something for you.

- For me?
- Yeah.

Paper.

Is that a pen?

Wow.

Sorry.

Uh, thanks for the chew.

Thank you.

End of watch.

All synthetics report to charging stations.

IP Sec already has a
task force up and running.

They're confident they'll be able

to plug the location-tracking exploit.

- Until the next one pops up.
- Yep.

John.

Thanks for not destroying any MX's today.

Yeah, well...

the night is young.