Dark Angel (2000–2002): Season 2, Episode 7 - Some Assembly Required - full transcript

Good night.

Thank you for your kind patronage
of Shashi's Electronics Emporium.

Cheap bastard.

Hate to trouble you when I see you're about
to close, mate, but I need a couple of D batteries.

- Fresh out. Sorry.
- Really?

No D batteries in the
whole bloomin' store, eh?

We're closed.
Go away.

Well, if you're gonna be rude about it,
I just might take me patronage elsewhere.

Good. Go.
Take it away.

Guess what? You're having
an after-hours sale.

Hey, Eddie -
D batteries.



What?
I thought you needed some.

Hey, check this out.

Hey, I heard of these things. Supposed to, uh,
bark and walk and act just like a real dog.

It's annoying.

I don't think
he likes you.

Shut up.
I'm - I'm warning you!

C-437! Been lookin'
for one of these.

Boys! I think
we got a little problem.

Yeah, so? Some Steelheads robbing an
electronics store. Why'd you want me to see it?

Hang on.

- Zack.
- Your brother's alive, Max.

You might want to brace
yourself for what comes next.

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.

I can't believe it.
He's alive.

You told me you saw him
when you were back at Manticore.

They'd been harvesting
his organs.

His liver and kidneys went to an X5
wounded on a mission; his heart -

of course, as you know -
went to you...

I wouldn't be alive
if it wasn't for him.

Hey.

Renfro said something about
moving him to another facility...

... that they had
plans for him.

Looks like they were experimenting
with cybernetic implants.

Probably replaced his missing
organs with artificial ones.

- How'd he end up with a bunch of Steelheads?
- Could be when Manticore shut down,

an enterprising lab tech
unloaded him on the black market.

A genetically-engineered soldier
with cutting-edge cybernetics...

Steelheads would be all over it.

All I know is I've gotta find him.
Do you have any idea where they hang?

Wish I did.

Been looking to take
them down for months.

British Eddy and his crew are
running a body-parts ring.

Paying off hospitals, getting their hands on
organs meant for transplant candidates,

shipping them overseas
for a profit.

- Any leads?
- Nothing solid.

But I put word out on the Informant Net.
I'll let you know as soon as anything turns up.

Thanks.

- I'm telling you, she's gonna be here in fifteen.
- Well, let's see.

Fifteen minutes from now, which is thirty-three
minutes from when she should've been here,

brings us to a grand total of
forty-eight minutes late. Okay.

Thirteenth and Kendrick.
Hot run.

- Fact is, she had a doctor's appointment this morning.
- Yeah, I don't pay you people enough to see a doctor.

2348 Euclid.
Bip bip bip.

Look, she made me promise to
keep it on the low-low, but, um...

... this doctor that she's
been seeing is a shrink.

I see. Has the stress from her eleven-to-four
job finally become too much for her?

As a matter of fact, yeah. She's been
acting strange at home lately.

She keeps going on about these violent
work-related fantasies that she's been having.

Hate to think what's gonna happen if
she finds out that she's been fired.

- Did you say "violent?"
- Gave me nightmares.

- What?
- I got a package for you here...

... whenever you're ready for it.
- Give me five minutes.

Yeah, take ten, or whatever you
feel is appropriate. I'm flexible.

Very flexible.

You know you're my girl and all, but you have
got to try a little bit harder to get here on time.

Normal was lookin'
to fire you again.

Luckily, I did you a favor
and talked him out of it.

Thanks.

So you gonna tell me what's on your mind,
or am I gonna have to smack it out of you?

It's Zack.

He's alive.

Whoa.

Okay, one might think that you'd be
happy to know that your boy is all right.

That's the thing.
I don't know if he is.

For some reason, he's running with a bunch of
Steelheads, and I've got no clue how to reach him.

Steelheads.

- Sketchy!
- You bellowed, Your Originalness?

Tell Max what you told me about
those guys that kicked your butt.

It's been a pretty violent month for the
Sketchmeister. Could you be a tad more specific?

The guys with the shiny spikes
coming out of their appendages.

Ohhh, those guys.
Um...

Look, I'm afraid the specifics of that
particular butt-kicking are a little hazy.

- Then un-haze. Fast.
- See, the thing is, I can't.

- Why not?
- I sort of promised someone I wouldn't talk...

... about my run-in with those guys,
especially to you.

- Who, Sketch?
- Have you been lifting weights, Max?

- Who?
- I made a promise.

I promise you if you don't tell me in five seconds,
I'm gonna introduce your face to your colon.

- Ahhh!
- We need to talk.

All right, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is the place.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

Yeah, in fact, I specifically remember slamming
one of their heads against this post right here.

All right, can I go now?
- Nope. This is your penance for scamming Sketchy...

... into selling steroids. You're lucky
I don't turn you in to the cops.

You know, I got out of the whole andy business
once I heard it could make your heart explode.

I mean, once your clientele starts dying off,
who the hell are you gonna sell it to?

Just didn't make any business
sense - you know, long-term.

Now, if this is the Steelheads'
turf, where are they?

How should I know? They're probably holed
up somewhere, tweaking each others' circuits.

Guess we're just gonna have
to get their attention, then.

Please tell me
you're gonna get naked.

Nope. You're going back
into the steroid biz.

Yeah, they made it pretty clear that they
didn't want me around here, so...

Exactly. Now imagine how ticked off they're
gonna be when they find out you didn't listen.

Yeah, they're gonna
come packing this time.

No. No, I - I have zero interest in tangling with
these psychos again. You're on your own.

I'm gonna find my brother
and you're gonna help me.

Your brother.
That's cute, Max.

He's the closest thing to family I have.
I don't expect you to understand that.

What I do expect is your cooperation, or else.
- Or else what?

Or else I tell Normal how you used Jam Pony
to peddle steroids, and he'll can your ass.

No more job means no more sector pass.
- How am I supposed to get around?

I don't know, but it's gonna make it
pretty difficult for you to be a cat burglar.

Andy, anyone?

Anyone want some andy?

You lookin' for some andy, pal? You could
beef up a little bit, huh? No? All right.

Andy, anybody?

All right.
One more time.

Oh, God,
not this again.

Hey, you've had that arm less than a week. You
keep it up, you're gonna break the sodding thing.

No. I can beat him,
Eddy, I know it.

Went and chopped my stupid arm off, and all I
needed was an exo-harness like G.I. Jerk here's got.

Cheer up, Birdy. Maybe
Santa'll bring you one for Christmas.

There. Oughta do you for the day,
mate. Blood's nice and clean.

Yeah, keepin' good care of him,
aren't we, Bird?

Makin' sure he don't get
all rusty inside.

Our boy sure is a weird one.

Quiet.
Too quiet.

He knows when to shut
his gob, that's all.

- I think he's kinda cute.
- Hey!

Can't you see I'm trying
to watch me cartoons?

Hey, guess who's
pushing andy again?

That frail that, uh, mangled us
a couple weeks ago in the marketplace.

Soldier!

You're moving out.

- What you mean, you don't have it on you?
- Well, like I said, sir,...

... if you just wanna give me your name and
address, I promise I'll pop it in the mail tomorrow.

You wack punk!

This is ridiculous.

Hey, you.

Finally! You realize how long
I've been waitin' for you?

Not nearly as long as
I've been waitin' for you.

Zack!

Zack.

It's me.

It's Max.

Who are you?

Zack, it's me.

Zack?

It's Max.

Max, it's you.

You're an X5.

Show me your barcode.
- Max, show it to him already.

You're 452.

I know you.
You're in my unit.

That's right.
I'm Max.

Max.

Come on.
Let's get you out of here.

- What about them?
- They're not in our unit.

I'm fine.

Appreciate you doing this, Sam.

No problem, Logan.
Tell Eyes Only I'm glad to help.

Listen, I should warn you - he's undergone
some pretty radical medical procedures.

Believe me,
I've seen it all.

Well, you might want to meet
them downstairs just the same.

I don't think either of us want
anyone at the hospital asking questions.

Whatever you say.

Well... um...
why don't we get started?

Any allergies
I should know about?

Guess not. Moving right along - are you
currently taking any prescription medication?

How about vitamin supplements?
Anything for your skin?

He didn't even
recognize me at first.

It was like he'd never
seen me before.

Took a bullet point-blank to the head. Stands
to reason there'd be some cognitive damage.

Zack was the leader.

Any situation,
he knew what to do.

Now look at him.

He's so lost.

I'm running some additional scans on him
now, but I wanted to show you these.

Most of his major organs are
biosynthetic, and from what I can tell,...

... they're actually more efficient and
more durable than the ones they replaced.

What about his arm?

Looks like there was some nerve damage, so they
grafted on an exoskeleton to enhance motor function.

This thing is way more advanced
than the one you got a hold of.

This place Manticore was doing
some cutting-edge stuff.

If they're so good, then how come they didn't
fix it so he can remember his own name?

Memory's a tricky thing.

All the various associations that form a particular
memory are stored in different parts of the brain.

Now it's the temporal lobe's job to keep track
of how those things are all interconnected.

- And his was damaged?
- Right.

But they replaced it
with a cybernetic implant,

which seems to be capable of
actually rebuilding those connections.

- So there's a chance that his memory could come back?
- It's possible.

I mean, look what happened with you. Seeing
your face wasn't enough for him to recognize you,

but when he heard your name,
read your barcode,

the implant was able to pull those fragments
together to form the memory of who you were.

So if I take him to a place
we've been together...

It might trigger some more memories.
Now, he could get confused at times.

He might not be able to distinguish between,
say, an event that actually happened...

... and something he
dreamed about.

And obviously there's some things he's
gonna lose because of tissue damage,

but that aside, there's a chance he
could recover almost everything.

- When will we know?
- It's hard to say. Could take some time.

I've seen you before.

This is Logan.

It's good to see you, Zack.

You're really worried about Max?
The biggest threat to her safety is you.

How do you figure?

I remember you.

It's a good sign.

- What do you mean, you lost him?
- They got the drop on us.

- Who's "they?"
- There was this girl, revved-up just like he is.

- You mean she's another one of those Manticorians?
- The way she moved? Had to be.

Yeah. And she took off
with our boy. I saw.

I want him back. He cost me a pretty
penny, and... I - I miss him, I do.

Aw, don't worry, Eddy.
We'll get him back.

Lux, you know where this bloke
selling the andy hangs, right?

- Place called Crash.
- Right, then.

You two are gonna stake the place.
Next time he shows his face, you nab him,

you get him to tell you where the bird took
G.I. Joe, then you get our boy back.

- That's a good plan, Eddy.
- It is, isn't it?

So why the hell are you two
standing around here for, eh?

You don't remember?

You came here once, looking for me.
You were hurt.

It's okay.

Doctor said it would
take a while, anyway.

Have a seat.

Lights out.
It's time to bunk down.

It's just a brownout.

Not in Manticore anymore.

Manticore?

Home sweet home for the
first ten years of our lives.

We ran away.

We abandoned our mission.

We got a new mission.

It's called getting a life.
It was your idea.

You looked out for us...
made sure we were all okay.

The others -
where are they now?

- All over the place.
- Are they safe?

Don't worry about that right now.
Just concentrate on getting better.

You should get some sleep.

This isn't my bunk.

You can use it. My roommate's
staying with some friends.

Welcome home, Zack.

Max!

- Stay out of this.
- ... back off...

Max!

X5-599,
I've got a heart for you.

I'm sorry.

- What's wrong?
- I remember...

... everything.

I failed you.

I failed all of you.
- No.

- I let Manticore catch Brin... kill Tinga...
- That wasn't your fault.

- I even let them kill you.
- Zack...

Look at me.

What did they do to me?

What am I?

Feel that? That's you
in there. You saved my life.

That's who you are.

You're someone who will sacrifice everything
to protect the ones you love.

I love you, Max.

I'll never let anything
happen to you again.

I know you won't.
I know.

Up and at 'em.

What?

- It's unbelievable.
- What happened?

Nanocytes circulating
in his bloodstream.

Self-replicating, molecular-scale biomachines
designed to repair tissue damage.

I've read theoretical papers about the
technology, but to see them in action...

If he's got these nanocytes
buzzing around fixing things,

how come they weren't
doing their job yesterday?

Got me.

- It's the machine.
- What machine?

Eddy and the others hooked
me up to it almost every day.

Said it would filter my blood, keep it clean.
- My ass. They were sifting out your nanocytes.

That would explain why there
was no tissue repair going on.

Didn't have a chance to replicate in your bloodstream.
- Eddy said I looked cooler with no skin.

At least we can take you out in public now.
Just gotta hook you up with a pair of shades.

Hold on a second.
Let me see something.

Close your eyes
for a second.

A little pressure ought to
stimulate the ocular implant.

Open.

Huh.
Thought so.

It's coated with a thin layer of liquid crystal.
You know, the stuff they use on high-def TV's.

Guess Manticore wanted you to look normal
so they could send you out on missions.

Guess what?

Got a new mission.
It's called getting a life.

- Can you believe it?
- Actually... no.

This I think I'll hang onto for a while. Doc said
the nerve damage should heal before long.

Better watch out. People
might think you're a Steelhead.

That's all I need.

Speaking of which, I was wondering
if you could do me a favor.

Sure thing.

Those Steelheads you were with - Eyes Only's
been trying to track them down for months.

I was hoping maybe you could tell me
where Eddy and his crew were holed up.

- You... you're Eyes Only.
- Yeah. You knew that.

Logan did that Eyes Only
broadcast for us, remember?

To warn the others that
Lydecker was on to them?

Yeah.
Sure, I remember.

You helped plan our
assault on Manticore.

You and Lydecker ran the
operation while we went in.

Yeah, that's right.
- It's funny how that mission went sideways.

- What are you trying to say?
- I think I just said it, didn't I?

Come on.

I'm not telling you anything.

What the hell was that?

I don't know.
I'm so sorry.

Logan didn't deserve that.

You were way out of line.

I know.
I'm sorry.

Guess I'm still having a hard
time accepting what happened...

... looking for someone else
to blame besides myself.

- We already talked about that, Zack.
- Anyway, I'm sorry.

Remember the night we decided that it was time
to stop running and to take down Manticore?

We were right here.

I remember.

Seems like just yesterday.

A lot's changed since then.

Manticore's gone.

What do you mean?

Burned to the ground.

Don't worry.
I got everybody out.

You finished the mission.

Thanks to you.

So... there's a whole lot
more of us out in the world.

They're gonna need looking out for.
- I was hoping you'd say that.

So much for settling down into
a nice, normal life, huh?

What's normal, anyway?

Yeah.

Besides, we have each other.
Like always.

I gotta swing by work.
Come on.

- Wait here. I'll just be a sec, okay?
- Okay.

Normal!

What are you doing
to my locker?

Uh, your locker. No, uh, it was
nothing. I thought I saw a roach.

Sorry I haven't been around much the
last coupla days. Stuff I had to deal with.

Doctors' appointments.
- Yeah. That's okay. No problem.

I didn't want you to think
I've vanished on you again.

Take all the time you need. You know,
after all, one's health is, uh,

you know, gotta be the most
important thing. By the way, uh,

have I told you how - how impressed
I've been with your work lately?

Are you feeling okay?

Listen, uh, I understand that, uh,
I'm hard on you kids sometimes.

But believe you me, it all
comes from a place of love.

You realize that, don't you, Max?
That it all comes from a place of love?

Whatever.

Okay.

Max, why didn't you tell me
my boy was back in town?

- Didn't know you two were so close.
- What, are you kidding?

Back when he was a Jam Pony hump, this generous man
showed me some tight shortcuts through downtown.

Helped me shave hours off my workday.
- Giving you extra time to nap and get high.

Precisely.
I'm forever in your debt.

Glad I could help.

Hey, you must come to Crash tonight. Whole
crew's gonna be there. What do you say?

- Sounds good.
- Outstanding!

Eight o'clock, back room. Last one
there does a naked keg stand.

I always liked Sketchy...

... I think.

Now that he's got his total
recall on, what's next?

Hook him back up at Jam Pony,
help get him his own place?

- Living the dream.
- I haven't really thought about it.

I'm just glad he's back.

Things are looking up now.
It's about time.

- Who won?
- He spanked me, ten-zip.

It was no big deal.

Wasn't a fair fight, what with that cyber-hand
of his. Thinking maybe I oughta get one.

Maybe you should try to
get you a cyber-head.

- What I could really use is another beer.
- I think it's my turn to buy.

Yeah, I'll go with you.

Sit down, six-dollar man.

Max, Max, let me
ask you a question.

Think there's something a little,
uh, a little off about Brother Zack?

Like what?

Well, for starters, he doesn't act
like any brother I've ever seen.

You got something to say,
Alec, spit it out.

Seems to me like he's got the hots for
you. It's kinda kinky, if you ask me.

- I didn't. And stay out of it.
- I'm just saying.

Well, don't, 'cause I don't want to know what
goes on in that sick little mind of yours.

- That hurts.
- Truth always does.

Can I get a refill?

- Ow!
- Sorry.

Wonder what's keepin' my girl.

Well, I'd give her a hand,
but she'd just bite it off.

There goes her knight in shining armor.
Oh, God forbid our little Max have to

lug a big, heavy pitcher of beer with
her delicate little hands, huh?

What?

Max - where is she?

Had too much to drink. Left with a
couple Steelhead friends of hers.

Hey, Eddy, think she's got nanocytes
inside her like our boy did?

Ooh! Let's hook her up to
the machine and find out.

Yeah. First things first. We find soldier boy,
then we start tinkering with the both of them.

At the very least, we ought to have a fresh
supply of organs for our friends overseas.

Don't worry, love. You're not dead.
- Not yet.

- What do you want from me?
- We want our boy back. Where is he?

How should I know?
He ran off on me.

- Was she at the bar alone?
- Uh... didn't notice.

You, Tuck?
- Uh-uh.

- Well, what was she doing when you snatched her up?
- Gettin' a pitcher of beer.

- Yeah. Oh, a pitcher?
- I'm a big drinker.

Oh, shut up.

Come here.
Come here.

It could be that our boy was there,
too, and right under your noses.

You check the back room?
- Didn't know there was one. You, Tuck?

You twits!

Lock her up!

Don't worry, Eddy. This time we'll check
the back, the front, the whole place!

Zack!

- Max! What did they do to you? Are you okay?
- I'm fine. Can you get these off me?

I don't know what I would've done if
anything would've happened to you.

Zack...

- I'm not gonna let anybody hurt you. You know that.
- Stop it!

What's wrong? I love you. I just want things
to be the way they used to be with us.

Things were never
like that with us.

But I remember...

It was him, isn't it? How can you love
him and not me? He betrayed us, Max!

- What are you talking about? Who?
- Logan!

He's been working against us the whole time!
That's the reason the mission went wrong!

- Just undo these handcuffs. We can talk about it.
- He's a traitor! Why don't you believe me?

You've got it all wrong! They did
something to you back at Manticore!

- I died for you!
- Zack...

He did this to me!
He's the reason I look like this!

Stop it!

Now he's gonna pay for
what he did... to both of us.

Zack! Zack! Zack!

- Yeah?
- Get out of the apartment, Logan. Now.

- Max, what's wrong?
- It's Zack. He's coming after you. Get out!

Traitor!

- Zack, don't do this!
- Out of my way, Max!

He's gonna be okay...
physically, anyway.

- What do you mean?
- The cranial implant. It's still working,

but the shock overloaded the
circuitry and wiped it clean.

Then...?

He's not going to remember anything that's
happened to him since it was first switched on.

- Nothing?
- It'll be just like before.

He won't recognize your face -

not unless he puts it together with
your name, and so on, and so on.

Then what? Everything else
will play out the same way?

Whatever Manticore did to his head to
make him go after Logan is still in there.

It's a pretty safe bet that, sooner
or later, it'll happen again.

- Can we have a minute?
- Yeah. Sure.

It doesn't have to play
out the same way.

Maybe this time we can
make him understand

that I'm not a threat.
- I need him, Logan. Now more than ever.

I don't want
to lose him.

But I can't risk
losing you.

I have to let him go.

I can use my contacts...
give him a new identity.

He can get a fresh
start somewhere else.

A chance at a normal life.
It's what he always wanted.

You're awake.

- Who are you?
- It's me - Buddy.

You don't remember me?

Well, Dr. Carr said
this might happen.

Who?

The doc that treated you after the accident.
Said you might have some memory loss.

Your name's Adam - Adam Thompson. You've been
working on my ranch for going on three years.

You were driving one of trucks into Seattle
when a tire blew. Sent you right off the road.

Any of this ring a bell?

No.

Well, the doc said it might take a
while. What say we hit the road?

Get home in good time, Mary'll cook you up
anything you want for dinner. Sound good?

Yeah.
Actually, it does.

Hold up.

Do I know you?

No.
I don't think so.

I think about Zack every day. I just
hope that he's safe and happy,

living the normal life he always wanted -
the life he deserves to have.

Letting him go was the hardest
thing I've ever done.

But sometimes you have to make
sacrifices to protect the ones you love.

I learned that
from my brother.