Dark Angel s02e20 Episode Script

Love Among the Runes

Stan, my man, you should really check this out! Ah, never mind.
And they call us crazy.
This is my chance! I'm out of here! Huh? Yeah, I'm going to miss our talks, too.
Take care, okay? Agent White? It's beautiful, isn't it? Yes, sir.
I just wanted to remind you you've got an eight-o'-clock with the chief of police to discuss jurisdictional issues.
Is it just me, or was this job more fun when we were covert, hunting transgenics all on our own? It's getting late, sir.
You should probably knock off.
What, and miss the show? It only happens once a year.
Really? Didn't know you were into astronomy.
There's a fair number of things you don't know about me, Otto.
- Good night, sir.
- Good night.
Gas up the generator.
Got anything? - It's all quiet on the transgenic front.
- Let's hope it stays that way.
- Hey, little fella.
Logan managed to grab this out of his apartment before White's guys trashed it.
- I'll have to thank him.
- Listen, about that symbol Father told me that the two snakes interwind together.
Sort of a caduceus.
You know - the wand carried by Hermes, messenger of the gods.
- Messenger, like you.
- The Greeks adapted it from a more ancient Babylonian symbol representing fertility.
I read a lot.
All I know is it's the same symbol White's breeding cult uses.
I hate to say this, but maybe Sandeman was involved with them somehow.
- No, Max.
- These are major bad guys.
I mean, I'm wondering if - I don't like you wondering.
Father was a good guy.
I remember.
- If you say so.
Good or bad, if Sandeman did create Manticore, he was one strange dude.
I mean, look at us.
What was he thinking? - And why did he bother? Humans hate us.
- The feeling's mutual.
- People afraid of things that they don't understand.
All cars, we have a transgenic on the loose, heading eastbound towards - What's going on? - Transgenic.
The cops got him on the run.
- Location? - Sector five.
Last seen headed east on Fourth.
White's men are on their way.
- So are mine.
No, first thing we ever did together was the Volkovitch job, over in Kezmekistan or wherever.
Oh, yeah, that's right.
Ooh, the off-hours were definitely the highlight of that mission.
- Lola.
- Yeah.
Hang on.
Yeah? We'll meet her there.
Let's go.
Just a few more minutes 'til we get the all-clear, folks.
There's something going down in sector five.
- Ready? - I'm always ready.
Funny that's what Lola said.
- Jam Pony messenger.
- Got a pickup for Harbor Lights Hospital.
This is White.
All units form a perimeter.
Freeze! Don't move! Come on! Here they come! Open the gate! - Way to go, guys.
You okay, pal? - I am now.
Welcome to Terminal City.
Whatcha got there, boss? Check it out.
- Coalition for a Transgenic-Free Seattle.
- That's right.
The mutants are getting organized; we're getting organized, too.
- Yeah, that's a good idea.
It's not the ones that look like monsters we gotta worry about.
It's the other ones, the X-series.
They look just like you and me, so you really can't tell.
Hey! What are you doing? Don't ride the motorcycle inside! Cut him some slack, Normal.
You know, Biggs here has already been on three runs this morning, huh? - And I'm ready for my next one, boss.
- What'd I tell you? I told you he was a good worker.
And, you know, my idea about doing the deliveries on motorcycles has upped our efficiency by, what, fifteen percent? Yes, Moto-Pony is a huge success.
Doesn't mean you can ride the hogs indoors.
Hey, did you get those sector passes I wanted for these guys? What? Yeah, here.
Ah, perfect.
There you go.
There you go.
Happy riding.
That is one fine transgenic sister.
Vigilance, yeah? They're everywhere, people.
Our fair city has become Transgenic Central.
Don't be afraid to rat out your friends and neighbors.
Normal, how do we know that you're not a transgenic that's just running a game so that nobody suspects you? Normal's calling for vigilance.
Meanwhile, Jam Pony's home to the transgenic underground.
It keeps backfiring on me.
Timing must be off.
I'll take care of it.
Anybody home? Hey, Logan.
Adjust your camera.
You're a little off-center.
- How's that? - Much better.
- How's the new digs, Logan? - They're pretty sweet, Joshua.
Thanks for letting me crash.
- No problem.
You need anything? Well, yeah.
Talked to Eyes Only; he's trying to get his operation up and running again.
Takes some pretty sophisticated hardware to pull off those cable hacks of his.
Getting on the air isn't the hard part.
It's not getting traced.
- What does he need? - I.
Couple of C-34 processors, for starters.
- I'll look around.
You ordinaries - no offense - left a lot of good stuff behind when you cleared out of Terminal City.
- I appreciate it.
- Hey, Mole.
Look what I got.
- Here.
- Hey, little fella.
- What's up? - Logan's on TV.
- Hey, you.
- Hey yourself.
Doesn't exactly have the penthouse view.
How's it going? Warm and dry.
Can't complain.
How you doing? - All right.
Was that Alec I heard? - Yeah.
- How's he doing? - Good.
- Good.
So, um catch you later? - Yeah.
See ya, Max.
- See ya.
Each place worse than the last.
We're never going to find anything Logan can use in this dump.
Here we go.
This looks salvageable.
- Good.
Can we go now? "Advanced Recombinant Genetics".
Wonder who they were.
So how are you and Logan? Just making conversation, Max.
You oughta try it sometime.
- It's over.
I already told you that.
- Why was he asking about me? Just making conversation, Alec.
- Whoa! - What? Look at that.
- What the hell is that doing here? - I don't know.
Can we please go now? What is it with these snakes? It's like Ames White and his Familiars are following me around.
"Ames White and his Familiars".
Kinda sounds like a rock band, you know? Oh, did they hurt you, George? Huh? I know, it does sound like a rock band.
Question is, how do they know about all that, huh? It's a good thing you scared them off.
Now we got the place to ourselves, huh? - So what am I looking at here? - Thermal imager.
Very high sensitivity.
- And I should care about this because? Why's he in here? - Take a look.
See how the image is whiter? That's 'cause the X-series run an average basal body temperature of 101.
8 degrees - three degrees higher than a human being.
Scan the crowd with the thermal gating set at, say, a hundred It picks out transgenics.
Otto, my friend, you have earned your pay this week.
Requisition as many of these as you can, and get 'em in the field ASAP.
- Very good, sir.
- White.
- He's escaped.
- Escaped? When? - Last night, during the ceremony.
- Any leads? - No, but we'll find him.
We'd better.
He knows too much.
Fe'nos tol.
- Fe'nos tol.
- Will you quit doing that? - It's hot as hell in here.
These Arctic Division guys.
Always complaining.
Would you listen to him? With his little space heater over there.
When we took out Saddam, we did fifty clicks across the desert in one day.
Siberian campaign, we did sixty clicks through the snow in one night.
- I'm talking 115 degrees.
- Wind chill 30 below.
- Baking sun.
- Driving snow.
What do I know? They made me to dig trenches.
We gotta get this over to Logan right away.
Can't really send any of the, uh, mutant parade over there.
I'll do it.
- You don't have to.
- I don't mind.
I can ask Biggs to bring it when he gets here.
Look, I understand why you don't want to go over there, but I can do it.
I mean, the sooner he gets it, the better.
- Leave it.
What's your problem? I guess you're going to find out sooner or later.
I told Logan you and me were together.
- What? - I'm sorry.
I had to.
- Are you kidding? This virus thing isn't going anywhere, and I can't afford any more accidents.
- Why do you have to drag me into it? - Because I had to push him away.
Yeah, so blame Alec, 'cause he's just the kind of jerk that'd steal another guy's girl.
Please don't.
Max, whatever's going on with you and Logan has nothing to do with me, okay? I'm not going to be the bad guy.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Thought you didn't need that thing to walk anymore.
- I don't.
- So is it more like an enhancer, then, or ? Something like that.
What are you doing here? I, uh, got that computer hardware you wanted.
- Thanks.
- Yeah, no problem.
Listen, um, this thing with Max and I - Yeah, she told me.
If you're here to apologize or give me some kind of explanation about how it happened, I'm not real interested.
- No, no, no, no.
You got it all wrong.
You see Listen.
We've been through some rough times, me and Max.
But I never gave up on us.
I always figured we'd get through it.
Now, I guess I don't know, I'm thinking maybe, uh I've been selfish.
With everything that's going on in the world maybe she should be with someone like her.
Someone who understands what she's going through.
But then the funny part is, it never mattered to me what she was or where she was from.
Not to me.
- Logan - Just treat her right.
It had to come out sooner or later.
Yeah, I guess so.
Don't make her feel any worse than she already does.
- So you gonna tell me what happened? - I didn't say anything.
Why'd you change your mind? 'Cause you're right.
I mean, you had to say something.
Only, you didn't push him away.
I'm not sure what could.
He let go, because he wanted you to be happy.
Now, don't start crying on me, 'cause he said I had to take care of you.
What is that? Your barcode's not enough, you're getting tattoos now? - Oh, my God.
- What the hell are they? I don't know.
"Huh" as in, "Strange, but I know exactly what it is, huh", or "Huh, what the hell is going on?" Closer to the second one.
So they just popped up? You didn't do anything come into contact with anyone drink anything? Yeah.
I drank a bottle of something that said "Tattoos From Within".
Was that wrong? - Hey, take it easy.
- Sorry.
It's just freaking me out.
They look a little like the symbol on Joshua's medallion.
Maybe they're like your barcode - some sort of genetically - encoded imprint, designed to appear on your skin at a given time.
- What for and why now? - I don't know.
Maybe it's a message.
From who? Father.
- It's pretty freaky, huh? - Logan'll figure out what's going on.
He always does.
Your donation will help keep this neighborhood clean.
Thank you, sir.
Hello? Hey, boss - Yes, one of those trannie freaks could be dating your daughter.
All right, but you better put me on the clock now.
I gotta go for a pickup in sector nine.
- All right.
- Catch you later.
- See ya.
Those trannie freaks - they're all over the place, man.
- How we doing? - Nothing yet.
- Control, this is Position Twelve.
- You got something? Think so.
Never mind.
Just an old lady with the flu.
Roger, Position Twelve.
Wait a minute.
Check it out.
Hey, copy, Position Twelve.
We see him.
Stay on him.
Copy that.
Listen up, people, you've been made.
All units converge.
Control, this is Position Nine.
We're in pursuit.
Copy, Position Nine.
Calling in backup now.
Freeze! Control, this is Position Nine.
We lost him.
That should do the trick.
Wish me luck.
All right, you can come.
Logan says it's some branch of ancient Minoan language.
- Did he figure out what it says? - He's working on it.
The problem is, no one's ever deciphered the whole alphabet.
Well, that doesn't make sense.
I mean, if Sandeman is involved with this cult, and he did encode whatever that is into you, then why did he do it in a language you can't understand? Maybe he was going to teach her before he left.
- Yeah, but why not just plain English? - So no one else could read it.
Sorta makes sense.
Are we sure he's one of the good guys? Well, he left Manticore, didn't he? - Did he ever tell you why he left? - No.
He just left in a hurry.
Hey, all.
Say hello to the newest resident of Terminal City.
, everyone.
Everyone, C.
- Hey, C.
- Welcome.
What are you? X-3? X-4? - I'm X-5 dash four one one.
- X-5? The few, the proud.
You don't believe me? Okay.
You want a little, huh? You want a piece? Didja see that? The way I blurred? No.
That's 'cause I'm so fast.
Still don't believe me? - Where'd you get that? - Why? No reason.
- Is that something you've seen before? - No.
Guys! Hey, guys! Guys! - It's Biggs.
- If you see this individual, please alert the authorities immediately.
This alleged transgenic is considered to be a dangerous fugitive and should not be approached under any circumstances.
It is unclear if the suspect is armed.
- Come on.
You won't believe what just happened to me.
- Where are you? - Near your place.
You need to get back to Terminal City right now, pal.
- Why? What's wrong? - Excuse me.
Hang on a sec, Alec.
Yeah? - You wanna help keep the neighborhood trannie-safe? - Some other time.
Hey! He's one of 'em! How do you like that, freak? - Biggs! He's in trouble.
- Let's go.
Hey, what the hell's going on? Bunch of the neighborhood guys got a hold of one of them mutants that's been on the news.
- What do you mean, "Got a hold of"? - Gave 'em hell.
What do you think? That oughta teach them freaks a lesson, huh? The suspected transgenic met a violent end when it was confronted by members of a local neighborhood watch group.
We take you live to Senator James McKinley, chairman of the Congressional task force on the transgenic threat.
Obviously, I don't condone this sort of vigilantism.
Though I understand the fear and anger that drove these people to take matters into their own hands, I have to ask you to remember these transgenics are dangerous.
Let the authorities do their job.
- Yeah.
Leave the trannie-killing to the experts.
Progress is being made.
A recent technological breakthrough helped us identify and capture three transgenics in the city of Seattle alone.
We anticipate many more arrests in the days ahead.
Where are the captured transgenics being held? I'm afraid that information is classified.
They'll be transported to a central and secure facility within the day.
We are winning the war, ladies and gentlemen.
You have my word.
- Is the public in danger? Senator, can you tell us more about the technology - Imagine a good old-fashioned lynching.
- I hope I didn't sound too disapproving.
So, he escaped? During the Katara ceremony, no less.
Could be bad for us for you.
- I'll take care of it.
- See that you do.
Fe'nos tol.
- Fe'nos tol.
Are you still tight with the arms dealer in Koreatown? Yeah.
Tell him we're gonna need the nastiest stuff he's got.
TK-67's, grenade launchers, whatever.
Money's no object.
- Sorta is when you don't got any.
- Then we'll get some.
- What's the plan? We're gonna hit his headquarters and get those transgenics out of there before White ships 'em off.
Sounds good to me.
That so-called X-5 you brought here the other day - where's he from? Met him outside on the street.
Why? I think he's connected to White's breeding cult.
I want to know what the hell he was doing here.
Don't know.
But, uh, he left this behind.
Reagan Ronald.
Hey, Special Agent Gottlieb.
How you doing? Good to see you.
Wish I could say the same.
- You okay? - That's the guy.
- What guy? - The government guy.
Roughed me up when I was covering that story about the transgenic that lived in the sewer.
He must be here to shut me up for good.
- You recognize this? - That, appears to be a Jam Pony I.
badge, sir.
- We found it on the body of a transgenic last night.
Now how do you suppose it got there? Look.
Look, you gotta believe me.
I had no idea he was one of them.
If I had, I never would have hired him.
How many transgenics do you have employed here, Mr.
Ronald? - None that I know of.
- That you know of? Yeah.
I mean, you know, how can anybody be sure? I just Listen, guys, I gotta tell you, I hate them.
I hate them.
I loathe them, like any God-fearing American should.
Then you won't mind if we take a look at your personnel files.
No, that's - that'd be okay, sir.
Go ahead.
Take your time.
- Hey, what'd you just do? - What do you mean? I saw you go into Normal's office.
There are more transgenics, huh? And you're trying to protect them.
You're trippin'.
- Why'd you take Max and Alec's files? - Why do you think? Hey, George, you found me.
- So did I.
- Oh, why'd you bring her here? Who are you and what the hell are you doing in Terminal City? - Same as you.
Hiding out.
- Why? You're not a transgenic.
Hey! Don't make me slap you around.
- They're after me.
- Who? - Familiars! Think I want to go back to that loony bin of theirs? Don't look at me like that.
I'm not crazy.
- Right.
- They locked me up because of my dad.
He was part of it all until he got out.
Turned his back on the whole damn thing.
- Why'd he leave the breeding cult? - Because he knew I wouldn't survive, and he didn't want me to die.
You mean the whole initiation thing with the snake blood? - How did you know about that? - Never mind.
How did he know you wouldn't survive? He was a scientist.
This place was his.
He tested my DNA.
That's not allowed, see.
"Everyone has to be initiated", they said.
"Thousands of years of tradition", they said.
But he said "Screw tradition", and sent me away.
- Until they caught you, and locked your ass up.
They're everywhere.
You never know who's part of it.
- The initiation thing - what's it for? - I don't know.
They don't tell you unless you take it and survive.
My dad wanted to change things with science and technology, but they said that was heresy.
So your dad got sick of the whole selective-breeding thing and decided to get into the gene-splicing game? He didn't come here until later, after the government took over.
- Took over what? - Hello! Manticore.
- What? - Who do you think made you? Sandeman.
Sandeman's your father? - Haven't you heard a word I've said? - Is he alive? Do you know where he is? - Maybe.
- I gotta find him! - Why? Got a lot of questions! Like why he made us why he left and what are these? Ancient Minoan.
Do you know what it says? How should I know? I don't read Minoan.
Why don't you ask whoever drew them? That's the thing.
Nobody drew them.
They just popped up.
Oh, that's kind of weird.
I think they're a message from your father.
What kind of message? If you help me find him, I can find out.
Will you set up a meet? - I don't know Come on.
I mean, we're kind of related.
Well, when you put it that way Sorry about Biggs.
I'd like to have a little talk with whoever did that.
Me, too.
There were some guys hanging around, talking crap about transgenics.
Think it was them? Wanna go find out? Donations here, please.
Thank you, sir.
Y'all wanna make a donation? Yeah, but my friend here thinks you're running a scam.
- I guess you ain't seen the news.
- What about it? Well, we strung the trannie up that bridge, over there.
- I've got a problem with that.
- Oh, yeah? Yeah.
He was a friend of ours.
You and your friends need to get out of town tonight.
I see you around here again, I'm gonna kill you.
Let's go, Josh.
Come on.
- Where is he? - Dad drives kinda slow.
Always made our poor mother crazy.
Hello, 452.
Fe'nos tol my brother.
Poor Sandeman.
One son's a loon, the other's a psychopath.
- Be nice.
We're practically family.
- Don't remind me.
- Hey, I'm not happy about it, either.
- Did I do the right thing, Ames? Did I do good? - Oh, yeah.
You did real good, C.
Real good.
- So you're not gonna send me back there, right? To that place? - No, no worries.
Nothing like that, little brother.
If you're wondering about the name, I changed it.
Sort of a symbolic thing.
- Hey! White, as in unsullied, free of my father's betrayal and shame.
What do they say? Ames, what do they say? What do they say, Ames?! - Answer him! What do you think they say? They say all of the same stuff that he was spouting off about for years, about how all life is sacred, blah blah blah, and how the meek will inherit the earth, and you know what? The meek will not inherit the earth.
The strong will take what is theirs and crush the meek.
After our long wait, our time has come.
- Good.
Can I go now? - See, he wanted to destroy our destiny.
Five thousand years of planning.
Destroy? How? - By creating her.
- She's the one he used to talk about.
Now, before I kill you and end this little story, I have to ask you about my son.
- Oh, boy, this changes everything.
- Is he alive? - No.
Well, what was the question? You made a big mistake! Is he alive? Answer me! - But it's not too late.
- Will you shut up? Sorry, brother, but if what you said is true, she's the only chance I've got.
Oh, he's gonna be mad.
He's gonna be really mad.
He's got a will to him like you won't believe.
Not that I'm complaining, but why the change of heart? Don't you ever listen? You're it, man! Time's running out.
It's coming.
- What's coming? - Sir? - Yeah? Prisoners are ready for transport.
- Five minutes.
- Very good, sir.
- You ready? - You kidding? I'm sticking with you.
I'll take that as a yes.
! Come on! Stop! Hi! All done, all done! I was wrong! Mistakes were made here! - Move! - Come on, bro, it's all good! I said move! Go! Go! - How long you known? - About a year.
Why didn't you tell me? - What difference would it make? - How can you say that? She's one of them.
She's been a good friend to you.
You gonna believe what you hear on TV or what's in your heart? So what if she was made in a lab? She's the best person you know.
You're right.
She is.
It's all good.
All right, let's do this.
Huh? Huh? Let's see what you've got, igloo.
Yo, salamander boy, time to get schooled.
Come on.
So Sandeman is White's father? And I guess in some twisted kind of way, it means he's my brother.
Well, one thing's for sure.
If Sandeman tried to leave the cult, then Joshua was right - he's one of the good guys.
So is C.
, in his own crazy way.
Whatever Sandeman was trying to tell me with these things, it sure as hell freaked White out.
I mean, he made it sound like I was the Second Coming, here to foil his big, evil plan.
Like I even know what it is.
- Three two one.
In there! Schooltime! Hey, Max, check it out.
We've got a little bet going on over here, to see who can last the longest.
You want in? No.
- I'll let you get back to the party.
- Logan Take care.
I'm disappointed in you, C.
You did a bad thing.
Very bad thing.
You had a chance to redeem yourself, to redeem our family.
You threw it away, like garbage.
I'll find her.
Now that I know what she is I have to.