The Big O (1999–2003): Season 1, Episode 8 - Missing Cat - full transcript
It was the owner of the
mansion that was killed?
Yes, sir. Jessica Wallace,
age 52. She was a jeweller.
She was one of the richest
people in East Town.
-Any family?
- No, sir.
I see.
So the only things she could talk
to were expensive rocks, huh?
Anything else?
She had a dog. Records say
it's a golden retriever.
Wow, he's a beauty.
I bet that dog cost about the
same as our annual budget.
Major!
Good work.
What the hell?
Dorothy! R. Dorothy Wayneright!
Norman, where is she?
I have no idea. What on
earth has she done?
Norman, I thought I
explained to her...
...that if she's going to live here,
she has to follow the rules!
Quite right, sir. First, our
outfits must be black.
That's just the basic rule!
The most important one is
to never touch my desk!
Has it been touched?
And then some!
Oh, dear.
I'm gone for a while,
and look what happens!
This was my favorite hourglass.
The color of the sand was
almost a work of art.
And this is Dorothy's doing?
Who else is there?!
You didn't!
Heaven forbid!
I expect Pero is responsible.
"Pero"?
In other words, he could stay
if he were a black cat.
I'm sorry, but that's
not the problem.
Then it's a matter of your
affections being put to the test.
My affections?
Now this is a surprise!
An android talking about affection?
It seems I got a
little too worked up.
Don't worry about it.
That's good.
I felt it, clear as day.
He wanted someone to rescue him.
Rescue?
Oh, I see.
But saved from what?
Can you say for sure you didn't just
convince yourself that was the case?
He had been abandoned in the rain.
No, that's not true.
You didn't put that collar on him.
Am I right?
Cats are rare creatures.
In one sense, they're worth
more than you or me.
I can't imagine that someone
would abandon one.
The best thing to do is find his
owner. Once you get too attached...
When that happens,
negotiate with them.
Negotiate with the owners.
That is your job, Mr. Negotiator.
I get the feeling that Dorothy has grown
more expressive in just a short while.
She still has the same dour
look on her face, though.
Contact with the kitten
awakened Memories...
of the girl she
was modelled after.
It's a sound assumption...
...but is that really
what's going on?
Look, Pero. It's really sunny today.
Is she really being ruled by the
Memories of that dead girl?
Or is it just her own-
Just let it go. Whatever the reason,
this change in her is for the better.
That ought to be enough.
Master Roger?
You have visitors.
Sorry, I'm busy right now.
It's a Mr. and Mrs. Ferry.
They say they're Pero's owners.
I'm sorry, but no matter what you say,
we just can't part with that cat.
In other words, you're saying that
it's not a question of money.
No, it's not.
My friend is a very
affectionate girl.
She'd never do anything
to let you down.
Roger?
Ma'am?
Let's say you had a
child who got lost.
What would it take for you to hand him
over to strangers when he was found?
I wonder whose Memory this song is?
I hummed it like it was
the natural thing to do.
Dorothy, the basic rule of negotiating is
to respect the other person's feelings.
That is, in this case...
In that sense...
I didn't know him for very long
at all, but I'm glad I met him.
Is this all right with you, Dorothy?
I think you should at least
return him personally.
Dorothy!
Dorothy!
That was Eugene!
What's he doing here?
Oh, no!
Robert!
Please stand back, Ma'am.
Roy! Roy!
Eugene, please!
Give back Roy!
Roy!
Roy, my little boy...
My boy...
How unfortunate.
Norman--
Leave everything to me, sir.
Be careful.
I'm going out to get Dorothy.
You're sure in a bad mood.
I'm in a hurry.
Leave out the chit-chat.
I want to know about
someone named Eugene.
You know about the incident
over in East Town?
Yeah.
Rumor has it that a woman
was eaten by her pet dog.
Dog?
Eugene was behind it.
He's the worst kind of
man to negotiate with.
There won't be any
negotiating in this job.
Pero's crying.
You're certainly a well-made doll.
But you're a piece of
junk, if you ask me.
Eugene Grant is an alchemist.
An alchemist?
He was a scientist who was
researching artificial proteins,
but rumor has it that even
Paradigm is afraid of him now.
So, what kind of Memories
did he get his hands on?
Life itself.
Magnificent! Those voices
cleanse the soul!
Everything that was lost
will be reborn here!
Reborn at the hands of Eugene Grant,
who was blessed with the Memories of
the god sleeping under this area!
I'm not interested.
Well, an android is just
an android, after all...
But once you see this,
you'll change your mind!
Once you see these works
of art I created!
You should at least thank me
for showing you the way here.
Miss--
"Angel" is fine.
Well, what do you think
of my works of art?
Excellent workmanship, yes?
But don't think that I'm satisfied
with products like these.
These are just trash.
Life-forms like dogs and
cats are extremely rare.
With their small numbers,
they're on their way to extinction.
And so I began to create.
No, I must go on creating!
In God's place I create, as
the Creator of the new world!
I create to carry out my
responsibilities as that Creator!
Humans. These are all
humans, aren't they?
The rebirth of rare animals
through genetic manipulation.
Paradigm expected those Memories
to return a huge profit.
But he double-crossed them
and went out of control.
Right. He turned his research
group into a private army...
...and recklessly carried out
experiments on people.
He finally sold a defective sample
that he knew would become brutal...
…to some millionaire
business partners.
You know the result.
It couldn't be helped. Capital is
needed to create a more perfect product.
Where's Pero?
Where's my baby?
Oh, give me back my kitty!
Louise begged me, just like that.
They tried to back out
of this grand research.
I felt that such foolish
behavior had to be punished.
And so, I took their dear little Roy.
He was a lovely boy,
with his blue eyes.
He made a perfect research specimen!
The Ferrys' son?
Right. He was used as raw material
to create that kitten.
They somehow managed to
escape from this place...
...and learn the whereabouts
of their beloved lost son.
But...
But they couldn't break
the devil's spell.
Dorothy sensed it. She sensed that
he was created, just like her.
Oops.
Hey.
We've been spotted.
Where's the lab?
It's close.
Then let's make a break for it.
See what you can do!
It goes against my principles...
…but I don't have much choice!
So you won't shoot people,
no matter what?
It's all part of being a gentleman.
My, my, my... What rude guests.
I think I'll arrange a
warm welcome for them.
This doesn't quite look
like a lab to me.
Everything's okay.
It's just ahead.
Wha--?
What is that?!
Eugene's watchdog!
This fallen angel is
nothing but trouble...
Norman!
Yes, sir. I have a
fix on your location.
It'll be about 15 seconds.
Good timing.
You're looking for me, I take it?
The Megadeus!
What're they doing?! They'll
destroy all the Memories in there!
You have terrible taste.
End of the line!
Don't!
Dorothy?!
Don't kill him!
Pero's in there!
Pero's soul is in there, too!
You can't be serious!
I make it a point to incorporate the
products I don't like into this thing.
I'll make this android part
of the chimera, too!
No one can oppose me!
I'm God, ruler of all!
Come on, get up.
Stand, my faithful servant!
Destroy that piece of scrap metal!
Devour anything that
stands in my way!
- Pero.
- Silence!
What are you doing? Hurry up
and destroy that thing!
What's wrong?
Why don't you obey me?!
Her! It's because
of her, isn't it?!
You worthless mechanical doll!
Damn it! Stop!
Pero, come with me.
Pero!
Damn.
Tell me, whose Memory do
you think this song is?
This song inside me.
It doesn't belong to anyone.
It's yours, and yours alone.
You should cherish that song
and your memories of Pero.
Thank you.
mansion that was killed?
Yes, sir. Jessica Wallace,
age 52. She was a jeweller.
She was one of the richest
people in East Town.
-Any family?
- No, sir.
I see.
So the only things she could talk
to were expensive rocks, huh?
Anything else?
She had a dog. Records say
it's a golden retriever.
Wow, he's a beauty.
I bet that dog cost about the
same as our annual budget.
Major!
Good work.
What the hell?
Dorothy! R. Dorothy Wayneright!
Norman, where is she?
I have no idea. What on
earth has she done?
Norman, I thought I
explained to her...
...that if she's going to live here,
she has to follow the rules!
Quite right, sir. First, our
outfits must be black.
That's just the basic rule!
The most important one is
to never touch my desk!
Has it been touched?
And then some!
Oh, dear.
I'm gone for a while,
and look what happens!
This was my favorite hourglass.
The color of the sand was
almost a work of art.
And this is Dorothy's doing?
Who else is there?!
You didn't!
Heaven forbid!
I expect Pero is responsible.
"Pero"?
In other words, he could stay
if he were a black cat.
I'm sorry, but that's
not the problem.
Then it's a matter of your
affections being put to the test.
My affections?
Now this is a surprise!
An android talking about affection?
It seems I got a
little too worked up.
Don't worry about it.
That's good.
I felt it, clear as day.
He wanted someone to rescue him.
Rescue?
Oh, I see.
But saved from what?
Can you say for sure you didn't just
convince yourself that was the case?
He had been abandoned in the rain.
No, that's not true.
You didn't put that collar on him.
Am I right?
Cats are rare creatures.
In one sense, they're worth
more than you or me.
I can't imagine that someone
would abandon one.
The best thing to do is find his
owner. Once you get too attached...
When that happens,
negotiate with them.
Negotiate with the owners.
That is your job, Mr. Negotiator.
I get the feeling that Dorothy has grown
more expressive in just a short while.
She still has the same dour
look on her face, though.
Contact with the kitten
awakened Memories...
of the girl she
was modelled after.
It's a sound assumption...
...but is that really
what's going on?
Look, Pero. It's really sunny today.
Is she really being ruled by the
Memories of that dead girl?
Or is it just her own-
Just let it go. Whatever the reason,
this change in her is for the better.
That ought to be enough.
Master Roger?
You have visitors.
Sorry, I'm busy right now.
It's a Mr. and Mrs. Ferry.
They say they're Pero's owners.
I'm sorry, but no matter what you say,
we just can't part with that cat.
In other words, you're saying that
it's not a question of money.
No, it's not.
My friend is a very
affectionate girl.
She'd never do anything
to let you down.
Roger?
Ma'am?
Let's say you had a
child who got lost.
What would it take for you to hand him
over to strangers when he was found?
I wonder whose Memory this song is?
I hummed it like it was
the natural thing to do.
Dorothy, the basic rule of negotiating is
to respect the other person's feelings.
That is, in this case...
In that sense...
I didn't know him for very long
at all, but I'm glad I met him.
Is this all right with you, Dorothy?
I think you should at least
return him personally.
Dorothy!
Dorothy!
That was Eugene!
What's he doing here?
Oh, no!
Robert!
Please stand back, Ma'am.
Roy! Roy!
Eugene, please!
Give back Roy!
Roy!
Roy, my little boy...
My boy...
How unfortunate.
Norman--
Leave everything to me, sir.
Be careful.
I'm going out to get Dorothy.
You're sure in a bad mood.
I'm in a hurry.
Leave out the chit-chat.
I want to know about
someone named Eugene.
You know about the incident
over in East Town?
Yeah.
Rumor has it that a woman
was eaten by her pet dog.
Dog?
Eugene was behind it.
He's the worst kind of
man to negotiate with.
There won't be any
negotiating in this job.
Pero's crying.
You're certainly a well-made doll.
But you're a piece of
junk, if you ask me.
Eugene Grant is an alchemist.
An alchemist?
He was a scientist who was
researching artificial proteins,
but rumor has it that even
Paradigm is afraid of him now.
So, what kind of Memories
did he get his hands on?
Life itself.
Magnificent! Those voices
cleanse the soul!
Everything that was lost
will be reborn here!
Reborn at the hands of Eugene Grant,
who was blessed with the Memories of
the god sleeping under this area!
I'm not interested.
Well, an android is just
an android, after all...
But once you see this,
you'll change your mind!
Once you see these works
of art I created!
You should at least thank me
for showing you the way here.
Miss--
"Angel" is fine.
Well, what do you think
of my works of art?
Excellent workmanship, yes?
But don't think that I'm satisfied
with products like these.
These are just trash.
Life-forms like dogs and
cats are extremely rare.
With their small numbers,
they're on their way to extinction.
And so I began to create.
No, I must go on creating!
In God's place I create, as
the Creator of the new world!
I create to carry out my
responsibilities as that Creator!
Humans. These are all
humans, aren't they?
The rebirth of rare animals
through genetic manipulation.
Paradigm expected those Memories
to return a huge profit.
But he double-crossed them
and went out of control.
Right. He turned his research
group into a private army...
...and recklessly carried out
experiments on people.
He finally sold a defective sample
that he knew would become brutal...
…to some millionaire
business partners.
You know the result.
It couldn't be helped. Capital is
needed to create a more perfect product.
Where's Pero?
Where's my baby?
Oh, give me back my kitty!
Louise begged me, just like that.
They tried to back out
of this grand research.
I felt that such foolish
behavior had to be punished.
And so, I took their dear little Roy.
He was a lovely boy,
with his blue eyes.
He made a perfect research specimen!
The Ferrys' son?
Right. He was used as raw material
to create that kitten.
They somehow managed to
escape from this place...
...and learn the whereabouts
of their beloved lost son.
But...
But they couldn't break
the devil's spell.
Dorothy sensed it. She sensed that
he was created, just like her.
Oops.
Hey.
We've been spotted.
Where's the lab?
It's close.
Then let's make a break for it.
See what you can do!
It goes against my principles...
…but I don't have much choice!
So you won't shoot people,
no matter what?
It's all part of being a gentleman.
My, my, my... What rude guests.
I think I'll arrange a
warm welcome for them.
This doesn't quite look
like a lab to me.
Everything's okay.
It's just ahead.
Wha--?
What is that?!
Eugene's watchdog!
This fallen angel is
nothing but trouble...
Norman!
Yes, sir. I have a
fix on your location.
It'll be about 15 seconds.
Good timing.
You're looking for me, I take it?
The Megadeus!
What're they doing?! They'll
destroy all the Memories in there!
You have terrible taste.
End of the line!
Don't!
Dorothy?!
Don't kill him!
Pero's in there!
Pero's soul is in there, too!
You can't be serious!
I make it a point to incorporate the
products I don't like into this thing.
I'll make this android part
of the chimera, too!
No one can oppose me!
I'm God, ruler of all!
Come on, get up.
Stand, my faithful servant!
Destroy that piece of scrap metal!
Devour anything that
stands in my way!
- Pero.
- Silence!
What are you doing? Hurry up
and destroy that thing!
What's wrong?
Why don't you obey me?!
Her! It's because
of her, isn't it?!
You worthless mechanical doll!
Damn it! Stop!
Pero, come with me.
Pero!
Damn.
Tell me, whose Memory do
you think this song is?
This song inside me.
It doesn't belong to anyone.
It's yours, and yours alone.
You should cherish that song
and your memories of Pero.
Thank you.