Spicy City (1997) s01e03 Episode Script
Tears of a Clone
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Ooh, yeah.
Look, there's this hungry gumshoe,
Really good at what he does.
He knows that kind of people.
He works cheap.
And he'll find her if anyone can.
I'm sending you his code.
Listen, thank you, I owe you one.
Don't mention it, baby.
I owe you, too.
These May-December romances
always break my heart.
Anyone tell you,
you drive a mean get-away car?
Yes. Now get out, Mr. Loh.
I've seen friendlier drivers
than you, James.
Not my name. Out!
Who's the lucky winner?
I don't exactly like being picked out
of the crowd like that.
Got a gag under that helmet, James?
Mr. Flaxon will explain everything.
"Flaxon"?
Shee-it.
Good evening, Mr. Flaxon.
Kidnap, Mr. Loh,
terrorists from the sub-level.
I understand
you may be the one to find her
and bring her back.
Who is she, Mr. Flaxon, your daughter?
Yes, my daughter, Melissa.
Beautiful name.
Has anyone demanded a ransom?
A ransom, no.
Then why not assume she's run away?
Were you and your wife
having problems with her?
-No.
-Could you tell me her age?
I've never had a problem with the girl.
She could never have run away
on her own volition.
-Terrorists--
-From the sub-level. Okay.
But maybe she's just gone to visit
someone, her mother, for instance.
Melissa has no mother!
I see.
That is not necessary, Mr. Loh.
I only want you to find her.
I don't mean to pry, Mr. Flaxon,
But it doesn't exactly look like
a father and daughter in those vids.
Flash your credit at any bar
and girls like that are all over you
like flies on shit, Mr. Flaxon.
What makes her so special?
You will not disparage her, Mr. Loh!
We love--
I was just asking.
'Cause it helps me to know these things.
I understand, Mr. Loh.
Give Mr. Loh a copy of the files.
Just a sec, James.
Mr. Flaxon, I'm going to need
more visual data for I.D. purposes.
I need full images of her body
showing any distinguishing features.
Just in case.
What are you saying,
That Melissa might--
We don't always find 'em alive.
There's already
a partial medical file, Mr. Loh,
with fingerprints, footprints,
retinal scan, dental records.
-I'm gonna need her sequence.
-"Sequence"?
Her DNA sequence.
Everything else is pretty easy
to change these days.
And you wanna be sure you have
the real article, don't you?
I understand.
You will have Melissa's sequence
along with the results of
some preliminary inquiries
made by my company's
private investigators.
Do you find the case
interesting enough, Mr. Loh?
Yes.
There's just
The small matter of my fee to discuss
Since this is a case
with special considerations.
I will pay triple your usual fee
with $5,000 up front for expenses.
The advance in your first day's fee have
already been keyed into your account.
And if you find my daughter,
bring her back to me,
there'll be a bonus of
100,000 New Tokyo dollars.
-That's--
-That's all, Mr. Loh.
My personal driver
will be at your disposal
for the duration of the case
which I'm sure will not be very long.
It will not be necessary
to hear from you again, Mr. Loh,
until you find Melissa. Farewell.
I can see why
he wants her so bad, James.
Get a load of the equipment.
Shall I patch her through
to your screen?
That won't be necessary, Mr. Loh.
Cross-reference
with random text exchanges
and visual images from the no-zone.
Use standard variations
of the name Melissa Stevens
and visual reference
from the data card.
That will take several hours.
Do it.
Still working
on your last request, Mr. Loh.
Yeah, sub-level terrorists,
no ransom yet.
Files are being accessed.
Save what you find
Under "Melissa News".
Good evening.
Holy shiiit!!
Entering sub-level.
Please enter at your own risk.
I like your coat, up-man.
Fuck off.
Ohhh, I scared.
But I like this coat too much.
I think I like the shoes.
Up-man be mean to us.
-I said "fuck off".
-Give it up!
My leg! My leg!
And your arm!
My leg, my leg!
Yo, Loh, that's some fancy shooting
you done back there.
They never seem to learn.
Last time was just a hand and a foot.
This time it's gonna cost them
a lot more.
It's just that I love making business
for you, Zbig.
What's the touchy feely?
You got a hot one.
Ain't she, though?
I mean her sequence, bro.
-Huh?
-Flaxon's girl.
She's got a clean sequence.
No congenitals,
not prone to cancers, easy to tailor.
She's a one in a million
to the grinders.
How'd you find out so fast?
It usually takes you a month
to track a sequence.
I knows 'cause I knows.
I tracked three jobs the other day.
Two got her sequence with grinders'
trademark codes in 'em already.
We got her liver, kidney,
and repro tracked.
I say, you go shopping, Loh.
-Who kidnapped her?
-"Kidnapped"? No!
She came down with her own file
to make a trade,
knew what it was worth too,
pretty good haggler.
But she got careless
at the pleasure palace.
She left with one of those grinders
and her DNA sequence
has been showing up ever since.
So what do you say, Zbig,
you go inspect this time?
It's a big one.
I know you're clever and I'm not cheap.
Since Flaxon be old moldy money,
20 percent.
And I tell you the store.
Even got you an escort.
-Ten.
-Eighteen.
-Twelve.
-Fifteen.
All you really want is a reproduction.
That's all you really need.
Give me a break, Zbig.
Harry will take you to the store.
Harry, a fast boy.
That's Harry, huh? What store?
Mitsushiba Corp., oncology.
Shit. That's the biggest black market
operation in the country.
Harry, gets you there,
you find your own way out.
No safety guarantee. Deal?
-Okay.
-Okay.
Sure you don't wanna leave a sample
just in case?
Fuck, no. If I don't come back,
I don't want a bunch of my tissues
hanging around.
Foolish
Your type is always foolish about that.
This stinks, man.
How can you stand
working in this shit?
-Freeze! O.M.S. coming up.
-What's the hell is an O.M.S.?
I thought we were cracking
a fucking building, this place--
Shh.
An O.M.S. is an Organic Motion Scan.
They'll blast you!
Okay.
Let's take a few, Harry.
Alright, listen, you got five.
But we gotta be outta here
before the locals come in here.
-What locals?
-People live here, man!
The company keeps 'em here.
It's like fleas
keeping ticks like us out.
Those will kill ya.
Everything kills you,
even a good joke. Fuck.
Where are we?
Feels like we've been hiking for days.
Another couple of hours
we make the lift banks.
A couple hours from there
we'll find the street level.
That's a cinch, if we have security.
"If"? Why do I get into this shit?
Hey, you already got
an interest payment, good credit.
Stay out of my fucking finances.
I'll ask you for investment
advice when I need it.
Zbig said you were touchy.
What the hell is it now?!
Be cool, Loh. They always talk first.
You do it then.
We're looking for the lift banks
Going up
-Got that, Loh?
-Yeah. I think I get the drift.
No sudden moves, Loh,
this is total peace.
Nord!
"Nord"?
Alright, you guys,
let's do some friendly trading!
Fuckin' animals.
Whoa!
Whoa!
You think that was necessary, Harry?
They always kill outsiders, man.
Usually they eat them too.
Why are we moving so slow?
Here they come again, hurry, man!
O.M.S. coming up.
Freeze!
Christ, c'mon, man,
you're really gonna cost me big!
Shit!
Christ, you're a mess.
Don't look at me like that, man.
It's just a little job for Zbig.
Don't you die on me.
You just get me there
And I'll do the rest.
'Bout time for a new liver anyway.
Our floor, Loh.
Clones, growth accelerated.
Oh, man, ain't she a looker?
So many.
We're in the coma storage
warehouse, Loh.
All automated. It's where they keep 'em
until they get bids for parts.
Holy fucking shit.
How do we find the original?
Follow me, we gotta step
this way into production.
We just got a couple of minutes now
before security crashes our party.
I can't fool the A.I. much longer here.
I got alarms goin' off any second now.
It's like a bomb, right?
You gotta cut the right wire
the first time.
Pull 'em, man.
Hurry, we're running out of time.
She's what we came for, right?
Let's go, let's go!
She'll die, Loh, this takes time.
I'm calling our bail out, hurry.
Hey, time is short.
Don't rush the artist, man!
Hurry, we're out of time, Harry!
Damnit, you're costing me!
Let's go!
-Almost there!
-Goddamnit, Harry!
Look me in the eye, man!
Shit!
Sorry, Harry.
Oh, shit!
Aah!
Holy shit! That was close.
That was the best I could do
on such short notice.
-Where to?
-Back to the homestead, James.
Mission accomplished.
C'mon
Jesus.
Would you just sit up?
What is it Flaxon
wants from her anyway?
Being with Melissa made him happy.
It kept his mind
off other things, Mr. Loh.
Time to get you home, girlie.
Melissa?
Melissa?
Melissa!
You were right, Mr. Flaxon.
She was kidnapped.
They were planning to ask
for ransom I think.
But she escaped.
She got lost in sub-level.
It's where all
the human sewage collects.
They eat girls like Melissa
alive down there.
Within a few hours of her escape,
she was picked up by some con-artist
Who said he was going to help her.
Ended up in a joint that
specialized in finding new meat
for the puppet vendors.
She was already going crazy
because she thought she'd never find
her way back to you.
They wiped her memory is all.
I found her before she got puppet-wired
or dropped down for a sex machine.
Look, she's got total amnesia.
But doesn't she seem younger
and more beautiful than ever?
What do you think?
Should I believe him?
He's very compelling.
Thank you, Mr. Loh, thank you.
Your bonus. And again thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Flaxon.
I can't tell you how much I--
Go now, Mr. Loh,
Before you regretfully
embarrass us both.
Farewell.
People really shouldn't
get a second chance like this,
should they?
You can't know what
it means to me, baby.
And how rich an experience,
how strange and new
I'll make it for you.
I'll never let the sparkle
leave your eyesagain.
Tough day at the office, Loh?
Two vodka martinis and now a gin.
I've got bigger problems
on my mind, Raven.
I'd say you've got some
unfinished business.
What?
You're looking more than
a little harried,
if you know what I mean.
What is it, Loh?
Nothin'.
Nothing that can't be fixed, Loh.
If it ain't working,
you can always go back
for a new one
or the real one.
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Ooh, yeah.
Look, there's this hungry gumshoe,
Really good at what he does.
He knows that kind of people.
He works cheap.
And he'll find her if anyone can.
I'm sending you his code.
Listen, thank you, I owe you one.
Don't mention it, baby.
I owe you, too.
These May-December romances
always break my heart.
Anyone tell you,
you drive a mean get-away car?
Yes. Now get out, Mr. Loh.
I've seen friendlier drivers
than you, James.
Not my name. Out!
Who's the lucky winner?
I don't exactly like being picked out
of the crowd like that.
Got a gag under that helmet, James?
Mr. Flaxon will explain everything.
"Flaxon"?
Shee-it.
Good evening, Mr. Flaxon.
Kidnap, Mr. Loh,
terrorists from the sub-level.
I understand
you may be the one to find her
and bring her back.
Who is she, Mr. Flaxon, your daughter?
Yes, my daughter, Melissa.
Beautiful name.
Has anyone demanded a ransom?
A ransom, no.
Then why not assume she's run away?
Were you and your wife
having problems with her?
-No.
-Could you tell me her age?
I've never had a problem with the girl.
She could never have run away
on her own volition.
-Terrorists--
-From the sub-level. Okay.
But maybe she's just gone to visit
someone, her mother, for instance.
Melissa has no mother!
I see.
That is not necessary, Mr. Loh.
I only want you to find her.
I don't mean to pry, Mr. Flaxon,
But it doesn't exactly look like
a father and daughter in those vids.
Flash your credit at any bar
and girls like that are all over you
like flies on shit, Mr. Flaxon.
What makes her so special?
You will not disparage her, Mr. Loh!
We love--
I was just asking.
'Cause it helps me to know these things.
I understand, Mr. Loh.
Give Mr. Loh a copy of the files.
Just a sec, James.
Mr. Flaxon, I'm going to need
more visual data for I.D. purposes.
I need full images of her body
showing any distinguishing features.
Just in case.
What are you saying,
That Melissa might--
We don't always find 'em alive.
There's already
a partial medical file, Mr. Loh,
with fingerprints, footprints,
retinal scan, dental records.
-I'm gonna need her sequence.
-"Sequence"?
Her DNA sequence.
Everything else is pretty easy
to change these days.
And you wanna be sure you have
the real article, don't you?
I understand.
You will have Melissa's sequence
along with the results of
some preliminary inquiries
made by my company's
private investigators.
Do you find the case
interesting enough, Mr. Loh?
Yes.
There's just
The small matter of my fee to discuss
Since this is a case
with special considerations.
I will pay triple your usual fee
with $5,000 up front for expenses.
The advance in your first day's fee have
already been keyed into your account.
And if you find my daughter,
bring her back to me,
there'll be a bonus of
100,000 New Tokyo dollars.
-That's--
-That's all, Mr. Loh.
My personal driver
will be at your disposal
for the duration of the case
which I'm sure will not be very long.
It will not be necessary
to hear from you again, Mr. Loh,
until you find Melissa. Farewell.
I can see why
he wants her so bad, James.
Get a load of the equipment.
Shall I patch her through
to your screen?
That won't be necessary, Mr. Loh.
Cross-reference
with random text exchanges
and visual images from the no-zone.
Use standard variations
of the name Melissa Stevens
and visual reference
from the data card.
That will take several hours.
Do it.
Still working
on your last request, Mr. Loh.
Yeah, sub-level terrorists,
no ransom yet.
Files are being accessed.
Save what you find
Under "Melissa News".
Good evening.
Holy shiiit!!
Entering sub-level.
Please enter at your own risk.
I like your coat, up-man.
Fuck off.
Ohhh, I scared.
But I like this coat too much.
I think I like the shoes.
Up-man be mean to us.
-I said "fuck off".
-Give it up!
My leg! My leg!
And your arm!
My leg, my leg!
Yo, Loh, that's some fancy shooting
you done back there.
They never seem to learn.
Last time was just a hand and a foot.
This time it's gonna cost them
a lot more.
It's just that I love making business
for you, Zbig.
What's the touchy feely?
You got a hot one.
Ain't she, though?
I mean her sequence, bro.
-Huh?
-Flaxon's girl.
She's got a clean sequence.
No congenitals,
not prone to cancers, easy to tailor.
She's a one in a million
to the grinders.
How'd you find out so fast?
It usually takes you a month
to track a sequence.
I knows 'cause I knows.
I tracked three jobs the other day.
Two got her sequence with grinders'
trademark codes in 'em already.
We got her liver, kidney,
and repro tracked.
I say, you go shopping, Loh.
-Who kidnapped her?
-"Kidnapped"? No!
She came down with her own file
to make a trade,
knew what it was worth too,
pretty good haggler.
But she got careless
at the pleasure palace.
She left with one of those grinders
and her DNA sequence
has been showing up ever since.
So what do you say, Zbig,
you go inspect this time?
It's a big one.
I know you're clever and I'm not cheap.
Since Flaxon be old moldy money,
20 percent.
And I tell you the store.
Even got you an escort.
-Ten.
-Eighteen.
-Twelve.
-Fifteen.
All you really want is a reproduction.
That's all you really need.
Give me a break, Zbig.
Harry will take you to the store.
Harry, a fast boy.
That's Harry, huh? What store?
Mitsushiba Corp., oncology.
Shit. That's the biggest black market
operation in the country.
Harry, gets you there,
you find your own way out.
No safety guarantee. Deal?
-Okay.
-Okay.
Sure you don't wanna leave a sample
just in case?
Fuck, no. If I don't come back,
I don't want a bunch of my tissues
hanging around.
Foolish
Your type is always foolish about that.
This stinks, man.
How can you stand
working in this shit?
-Freeze! O.M.S. coming up.
-What's the hell is an O.M.S.?
I thought we were cracking
a fucking building, this place--
Shh.
An O.M.S. is an Organic Motion Scan.
They'll blast you!
Okay.
Let's take a few, Harry.
Alright, listen, you got five.
But we gotta be outta here
before the locals come in here.
-What locals?
-People live here, man!
The company keeps 'em here.
It's like fleas
keeping ticks like us out.
Those will kill ya.
Everything kills you,
even a good joke. Fuck.
Where are we?
Feels like we've been hiking for days.
Another couple of hours
we make the lift banks.
A couple hours from there
we'll find the street level.
That's a cinch, if we have security.
"If"? Why do I get into this shit?
Hey, you already got
an interest payment, good credit.
Stay out of my fucking finances.
I'll ask you for investment
advice when I need it.
Zbig said you were touchy.
What the hell is it now?!
Be cool, Loh. They always talk first.
You do it then.
We're looking for the lift banks
Going up
-Got that, Loh?
-Yeah. I think I get the drift.
No sudden moves, Loh,
this is total peace.
Nord!
"Nord"?
Alright, you guys,
let's do some friendly trading!
Fuckin' animals.
Whoa!
Whoa!
You think that was necessary, Harry?
They always kill outsiders, man.
Usually they eat them too.
Why are we moving so slow?
Here they come again, hurry, man!
O.M.S. coming up.
Freeze!
Christ, c'mon, man,
you're really gonna cost me big!
Shit!
Christ, you're a mess.
Don't look at me like that, man.
It's just a little job for Zbig.
Don't you die on me.
You just get me there
And I'll do the rest.
'Bout time for a new liver anyway.
Our floor, Loh.
Clones, growth accelerated.
Oh, man, ain't she a looker?
So many.
We're in the coma storage
warehouse, Loh.
All automated. It's where they keep 'em
until they get bids for parts.
Holy fucking shit.
How do we find the original?
Follow me, we gotta step
this way into production.
We just got a couple of minutes now
before security crashes our party.
I can't fool the A.I. much longer here.
I got alarms goin' off any second now.
It's like a bomb, right?
You gotta cut the right wire
the first time.
Pull 'em, man.
Hurry, we're running out of time.
She's what we came for, right?
Let's go, let's go!
She'll die, Loh, this takes time.
I'm calling our bail out, hurry.
Hey, time is short.
Don't rush the artist, man!
Hurry, we're out of time, Harry!
Damnit, you're costing me!
Let's go!
-Almost there!
-Goddamnit, Harry!
Look me in the eye, man!
Shit!
Sorry, Harry.
Oh, shit!
Aah!
Holy shit! That was close.
That was the best I could do
on such short notice.
-Where to?
-Back to the homestead, James.
Mission accomplished.
C'mon
Jesus.
Would you just sit up?
What is it Flaxon
wants from her anyway?
Being with Melissa made him happy.
It kept his mind
off other things, Mr. Loh.
Time to get you home, girlie.
Melissa?
Melissa?
Melissa!
You were right, Mr. Flaxon.
She was kidnapped.
They were planning to ask
for ransom I think.
But she escaped.
She got lost in sub-level.
It's where all
the human sewage collects.
They eat girls like Melissa
alive down there.
Within a few hours of her escape,
she was picked up by some con-artist
Who said he was going to help her.
Ended up in a joint that
specialized in finding new meat
for the puppet vendors.
She was already going crazy
because she thought she'd never find
her way back to you.
They wiped her memory is all.
I found her before she got puppet-wired
or dropped down for a sex machine.
Look, she's got total amnesia.
But doesn't she seem younger
and more beautiful than ever?
What do you think?
Should I believe him?
He's very compelling.
Thank you, Mr. Loh, thank you.
Your bonus. And again thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Flaxon.
I can't tell you how much I--
Go now, Mr. Loh,
Before you regretfully
embarrass us both.
Farewell.
People really shouldn't
get a second chance like this,
should they?
You can't know what
it means to me, baby.
And how rich an experience,
how strange and new
I'll make it for you.
I'll never let the sparkle
leave your eyesagain.
Tough day at the office, Loh?
Two vodka martinis and now a gin.
I've got bigger problems
on my mind, Raven.
I'd say you've got some
unfinished business.
What?
You're looking more than
a little harried,
if you know what I mean.
What is it, Loh?
Nothin'.
Nothing that can't be fixed, Loh.
If it ain't working,
you can always go back
for a new one
or the real one.
Captions Copyright 1997
HOME BOX OFFICE
A Division of TIME WARNER
ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY, L.P.
Captioned by
HBO COMMUNICATIONS CENTER