Appreciate you doing this for me, Max. You almost ready?
Cos Fat Tony and his crew always show up at the 49 Club by nine.
Get there late and you risk them already hooking up with their goumadas.
- Their what? - Goumada. Like a comare. A girlfriend.
Thanks. Just tell me about the guy I'm supposed to get close to.
Dougie Colantonio. Goes by the name of Books.
What is it with these wise guys and their stupid nicknames?
He's an accountant for the Sparacino crime syndicate.
A while back, he was all set to rat on the family
in exchange for Eyes Only's guarantee of witness protection and a new identity.
I mean, it was the scoop of a lifetime, Max. He was gonna give me the capo di tutti capi.
- The capo tutti whattie? - The boss of bosses.
No one outside the organisation's even seen this guy. He's totally paranoid.
No one knows what he looks like. Every time he goes out in public he wears a disguise.
Dougie was gonna get him to the track
so Matt Sung could swoop in and slap the cuffs on him.
- What happened? - He lost his nerve.
Now he won't even talk to my source. He says that he's a stand-up guy and he's no stoolie.
I ain't buying it. Little mook just needs convincing.
Someone spent too much time listening to surveillance tapes.
- What? - I said I got it. My mission is to flip Dougie.
What do you think?
Fuhgeddaboudit.
So you guys are in waste management. Is that like garbage men?
No, sweetie. We're more on the corporate end.
Local businessmen pay us a fee and we send our crews out to take the trash off the streets.
There's, like, so much trash on the streets.
- Business is booming. - To the Pulse.
- You guys are kidding, right?
Best thing that ever happened to a collective of honest businessmen like ourselves.
Crime rate is up. Police corruption is back. Even the pezzonovantes have their hands out.
End of the century, the Mob was a dying breed, then bada bing!
One little nuclear air burst fried all the Sputniks, and we are back, baby.
Number one with a bullet.
And what do you do with the corporation, good fella?
- I'm the accountant. - Yeah. He cooks the books.
He keeps the books. Right, Doug?
- Don't take it personal. He's got a condition. - Epilepsy.
Epilepsy. It's not epilepsy. It's necrophilia.
Shut up, both of you. It's narcolepsy.
Makes a person fall asleep for no good reason, like some kind of babbo.
Heads up here. We got ladies present.
- Nice of you to call me a lady, Tony. - Wasn't talkin' about you, Mia.
Now, scram. You know the boss don't want you around Books here.
Shouldn't that be up to Dougie?
You heard him. Scram.
- Who's the skirt? - You want we should bar you from the club?
Now beat it!
- What's her dealio? - Don't worry about it.
- You just have a nice time. - OK.
You think that's funny? You think you're a comedian?
I didn't mean to. I don't know how it happened.
Clumsy guys like you need to be more careful.
- You could have an accident. - It's OK. I'll go to the ladies room and dry off.
Get outta here.
- Sorry about before. - It's OK.
- I'm Mia. - Dorothy.
That's a pretty name. So, Dorothy, what do you do?
- I'm a bike messenger at Jam Pony. - That sounds like fun.
- So you're Dougie's new girl? - Not exactly.
Well, what exactly?
Actually, my name's Max.
- I'm undercover on a mission for Eyes Only. - What kind of mission?
To get Dougie to flip on the Sparacino family, finger the boss for Eyes Only.
- It's the scoop of a lifetime. - That is so exciting!
But, Max, you have to be careful. Those guys are dangerous.
It's cool. I'm genetically engineered. I can kick their asses.
- You're kidding. - No. I'm from Manticore.
- I cover my barcode with make-up. - Me, too.
I'm Psy-Ops. What about you?
- X-series. - Neat!
Well, Max, since you and I are sharing all girlfriend-like,
why don't you tell me who Eyes Only really is cos I'd like to talk to him about something.
- I can't. - I won't tell. I promise.
- I'm sorry. - That's OK. You don't have to.
But, for tonight, forget about Dougie, OK?
You just go on home and get some rest.
Actually, I am kind of tired.
- I've said too much. - Don't worry. You won't remember.
- Remember what? - Remember to powder your nose.
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 thought you'd swing by last night, which is why I was paging you.
I got really tired all of a sudden. Went home and slept for, like, four hours.
- You slept for four hours? - I must be coming down with something.
What'd you want, anyway?
To find out what happened with Dougie.
- Dougie? - Yeah.
- Yeah. Didn't work out. - What do you mean, "didn't work out"?
A waiter spilled a drink on me, kind of killed the evening, so I bounced.
OK, Max. If you didn't wanna do this for me, all you had to do was say so.
- It just didn't work out. - Sounds like you weren't trying very hard.
Sounds like I did you a favour and now I'm getting a scolding for it.
This is important. If your heart's not in it, feel free to opt out. I'll find someone else.
I told you I'd do it so I'll do it.
Hook me up and I'll take another shot at Dougie.
If I wanted to get reprimanded, I could always go to work.
I don't know why you won't return to the ring.
You were like a master, my friend. You were unequalled. Without peer.
I did enjoy knocking grown men unconscious for a living,
but there comes a time in life when you say "that was then and this is now"
and move on to bigger and oh-so-better things.
- Hi there. - Hi. I'm looking for a job.
Well, sorry, we're staffed.
Normal. Why so quick to say no?
Why don't you at least let the lovely young lady fill out an application?
What?
There's an application form in the back.
Thanks, pal.
- Hi there. I'm Alec, by the way. - Mia.
It is a pleasure to know you. I know you.
- I don't think so. - No, I do. I'm sure of it.
Back at Manticore.
I spent six months in Psy-Ops for evaluation. You were there. I never forget a face.
- Can't put anything past you. - Not now, not ever.
Now what was your specialty again? Was it hypnosis? Telekinesis?
- Telecoercion, actually. - Right.
Hi. I'm Mia.
Alec. Nice to meet you.
- Who's the honey? - Some girl looking for a job.
- Please tell me Normal's gonna hire her. - Yeah.
Here you go. I warn you, though, I got a stack of résumés in there as high as my tush.
Can I be a dispatcher?
Yeah. Nothing less will do.
Neat!
Do I know you?
I don't think so, since I just started working here today. I'm a dispatcher.
It's really fun.
Yeah, I guess.
Here you go.
Thanks.
- Bad day, boo? - Yeah. I had a weird scene with Logan earlier.
I thought you two were trying to get things back to normal.
I figured what's more normal than volunteering for his urgent,
let's-save-the-world Eyes Only missions?
- The man loves his work. - Only I forgot how focused he can get.
I mean, he asked for my help, but then it's like nothing I do is good enough.
- Sometimes I just don't get him. - Well, get this.
Here comes your boy. I bet he's bringing an apology with him.
Hey, guys. Mind if I join you?
Have a seat. I was just gonna zip to the ladies room.
- Wanted to talk to you about earlier. - OK.
You said you wanted to stick with the mission.
I got a tip Dougie will be at the club tomorrow night.
I thought if you were serious about taking another run at him, that'd be the time.
- Whatever. - Whatever.
- Is that all you're gonna say? - Is that all I'm gonna say?
- What? What did I do? - Nothing. Never mind.
- I'm gonna go get a drink. - Bar's over there.
- Are you sure we've never met before today? - Positive. I'd remember you.
You just seem so familiar.
- Who was that guy talking to Max? - Logan? That's her boyfriend.
They like to pretend that nothing's going on between 'em. It's psychotic.
- But sweet. - You don't like him?
Logan? He's all about saving the world and doing good for others.
It's really boring.
But admirable.
- Hey, Alec. - Logan.
Hi. I'm Mia.
I'm Logan. It's nice to meet you.
Logan, I think there's something that Alec wants to say to you.
Yeah, Logan, I just wanted to say that I understand why Max admires you so much.
Sometimes I wish I had more of a purpose in life.
Logan, is there something you want to say to Alec?
Well, it's just that sometimes I wish I was more of a free spirit.
It must be nice to be a happy-go-lucky sociopath. I kind of envy you.
Group hug!
What the hell is goin' on over there?
If I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes, I wouldn't have ever believed it.
Hey, guys.
OK. Later.
Yeah, later.
- So you're Max's boyfriend, right? - Something like that.
- Actually, I'm crazy about her. - Then why aren't you together?
- It's a long story. - I love long stories.
Plus I've got oodles of time.
I shouldn't be telling you this, but a secret government agency called Manticore
infected her with a deadly virus genetically targeted to my DNA.
- Bummer. Why'd they do that? - They wanted to kill me.
How come?
Because I'm Eyes Only.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Gosh! It's so exciting. - What is?
That you're getting back into the ring, coming out of retirement.
I am?
Just in time for the big elimination fight tomorrow night.
Do my ears deceive me? Monty Cora rides again?
I'm back, baby!
Lovely!
You know how long I've been waiting to hear this? Magnificence.
Shirtless muscle rippling, sweat flying of him like 1,000 points of light.
- He's one of my bigger fans. - You're my hero. I live to serve you.
I had this dream about you the other night. You were this Roman gladiator.
You slew barbarians and Medusa-like women, and I was your tiny little valet.
I wiped your sword clean after every sweet victory.
I rubbed your tired, beautiful, golden muscles...
Hot run! Fourth and Main.
Sweetie, what's wrong?
- Is it Logan? - Yeah.
Listen, everything's going to work out, OK?
- You really think so? - We'll talk. Come to Crash later.
I can't. I promised Logan I'd do this thing for him.
At the 49 Club? With Dougie? You don't have to worry about that.
- Wait. How'd you know? - Never mind. Forget I said anything.
- Meet you at Crash later? - OK.
- There's something about that girl. - Who?
- The new dispatch girl, Mia. - Yeah, there's something about her all right.
I feel like I've met her before, but I can't place where.
Do not attempt to adjust your set.
- Sid, turn it up. - The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds.
It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city.
For too long, the Sparacino family has held Seattle in a stranglehold.
From behind a veil of secrecy, its boss and his men tyrannise and rob our citizens.
- But Eyes Only knows who you are. - Since when?
- Isn't it the case you're helping Logan with? - I'm supposed to do it tonight, I think.
Your disguises will no longer protect you. Your identity is about to be exposed.
And once that happens, you will have nowhere to run.
I thought we had a stranglehold on waste collection. Listen to this trash.
Your empire's in ruins. Even your own lieutenants can't be trusted.
They're ripping you off, making a fool out of you.
Check the records.
Something doesn't add up.
You think you can operate unchecked,
that your money and your underworld influence will keep you safe?
But just look around.
The boss wants to see us.
Now.
Now that misplaced trust will mean the end of you
and the destruction of your illegal operations.
Be warned.
This has been a Streaming Freedom Video bulletin. Peace. Out.
How was that?
Perfect.
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
I think I was supposed to do something with Max tonight.
Must be nice to have a transgenic to help you with your missions.
It's great. Wait a second, how'd you know that?
Never mind. Forget I said anything. Forget I was even here.
- See you at Crash later? - OK.
It may seem like I'm content being this good-for-nothing slacker,
but the truth is that I don't plan on being a bike messenger the rest of my life.
- It's good to have goals. - Yeah.
I haven't told anybody this, but last week I dropped them off a résumé.
That's swell, Sketch.
If New World Weekly hires me, I'll get to the bottom of this mutant thing.
It says here some of them even have paranormal psychic abilities.
Like what?
They mess with your mind and you don't know it's happening.
Seems a little far-fetched to me.
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Gosh, imagine what would be involved.
Manipulating brain waves, interfering with short-term memory formation.
Just seems a little hard to believe.
I guess it sounds kind of ridiculous when you put it like that.
Yeah. Still, sounds like a really good job. I hope you get it.
Just what the doctor ordered.
You probably shouldn't drink the night before a big fight.
You know what? You're right.
You are gonna do great. I just know it.
That's how come I'm gonna stake you five grand. How's that sound?
That sounds great.
You should probably go home and rest up.
Yeah, I'll just go home and rest up for tomorrow night.
Maybe I should go check out the action over there.
Caught your hack.
Well, I didn't come to talk shop. I just wanted to see you.
Well...
- How'd you flip Dougie? - I didn't.
Then how'd you know who the capo tutti-frutti guy was?
- I don't. - Then why'd you say you did?
- I have my reasons. - Like what?
- You tipped the guy you're looking to out. - I thought you weren't interested in this case.
- I'm not. - Then why the questions?
I'm just wondering...
Kids, come on. You guys love each other, remember?
Don't fight. You're here to have a good time.
See you tomorrow.
I like that Mia. She's nice. Although there is something about her.
Yeah, that's what I keep thinking,
ever since I met her, except I can't exactly remember when I met her.
Should I go powder my nose again?
Remember to powder your nose.
- Wait a minute. I did meet her. - You did?
At the 49 Club, with Dougie.
At least I think it was with Dougie.
- You think? - Yeah.
- I don't know. - Max.
If it was her, it's not exactly a coincidence her looking for at a job at Jam Pony.
Wakey, wakey.
- I'm a dead man. I'm history. - What's wrong?
Didn't you see what that Eyes Only got on the TV and said?
- I must have missed it. - The boss is gonna know I talked to him.
- God, what was I thinking? - Here.
I'm about to be killed and you give me a paper bag?
You're gonna hyperventilate. Breathe.
Poor Dougie. I told you the life wasn't for you.
Don't start with that again.
I gotta do something. Something to prove my loyalty.
I need a plan, a course of action. Something!
It's that Catholic thing. I'm having bad thoughts.
- I'm having bad thoughts! - Everything's gonna be OK.
No, Mia. Not unless that Eyes Only shuts his trap.
Don't worry about Eyes Only. I'm gonna take care of him.
I'm gonna make everything all right for you, OK?
Now, did you bring the money?
- 5,000. I gotta be crazy. - No, you're not.
I've got a sure thing that'll make a lot of money for you, me and the boss.
You have to just trust me, OK?
I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I'm crazy about you.
I still can't believe a girl like you could love a guy like me.
Believe it. Just make sure you bring your boss to the fight hall tomorrow. OK?
Hey, you!
- Hey, you! - Hey yourself.
OK. I deserved that.
- You're Manticore. - Yeah.
- You don't look like an X-series. - I'm Psy-Ops.
Cosying up to big shots, getting them to tell me what they know. It's fun.
Good for you. What's your connection to Dougie Colantonio?
I don't think that's any of your business.
Tell me what you were doing with him or I wrap you around this post.
Dougie's in trouble with his boss on account of the Eyes Only broadcast.
I gotta help prove his loyalty or he'll wind up dead.
- Prove his loyalty how? - With a hot tip on a fighter that can't be beat.
He gives that tip to his boss, everybody makes a mint at the fight tomorrow night.
Dougie proves his worth and he and I run away, live happily ever after, the end.
Give me a break. You expect me to believe you're in love with Dougie?
- What's wrong with Dougie? - Never mind.
He's not going anywhere until he fingers the boss for Eyes Only.
- Says who? - Says me.
That's funny, cos you're not gonna even remember this conversation.
- Morning, Max. - Hey, Mia.
- What happened to your eye? - Craziest thing.
Woke up this morning and it was there. No idea how.
I think you slipped in the shower and banged yourself on the shampoo caddy.
- Must've hurt like the dickens. - That's weird.
- What? - That's exactly what happened.
Slipped in the shower, banged my head on the shampoo caddy. Hurt like the dickens.
- You should try to be more careful, Max. - Yeah, thanks. I will.
Here you go. That's for you.
- Where did you get this kind of cash? - Don't ask.
- Eight o'clock tonight, Monty. Don't be late. - Yeah.
The kid gets in the ring at eight o'clock.
You let it ride the rest of the night, you'll make a couple mill easy.
- You say it's a sure thing? - A sure thing, boss.
Good. Because I need a sure thing right about now.
What's this about this Eyes guy going on TV, saying that my men disrespect me?
- It's like a knife in the heart. - He's lying, boss.
We'd never disrespect you and you know that.
What I know is I got a reputation to uphold.
Can't let the other families be talking behind my back, thinking I lost my edge.
- Are you sure this is a sure thing? - I'm sure, boss.
You better be, because if your boy doesn't come through,
you two are gonna end up at opposite end zones.
- Capeesh? - Let's go.
- Logan. - You all right?
Yeah. What are you doing here?
I was worried about you after I didn't hear back from you last night.
I've been paging you ever since.
Batteries in my pager must be dead. Didn't hear a peep.
I must've lost it.
- So how'd it go last night? - How'd what go?
You followed Mia to see if there was any connection between her and Dougie.
I did?
You don't remember? What happened to your eye?
Slipped in the shower, banged my head on the shampoo caddy.
You're kidding.
Or maybe I was in a fight.
- Maybe you were in a fight? - With Mia.
- She hit me. Really hard. That bitch! - What are you talking about?
- She's Manticore. - Mia?
Yeah. In Psy-Ops.
Paranormal Research Division. She does this thing to make me forget.
Manticore made transgenics that screw with people's heads?
Yeah, she met with Dougie. She's up to something.
- What else happened? - I sat up embroidering them all night.
They may be a little itchy.
Thanks, Normal. They're great.
- Good luck, buddy. - All right.
What was that about? You fighting again?
Tonight.
Are you insane? The last time, White caught you and threw your ass in a cage.
True.
So how could you be stupid enough to get back into the ring?
Funny, I've been asking myself the same question.
Mia.
Look who's here. Tony and his crew.
Mia and Dougie have gotta be around here somewhere.
Let's hear it, ladies and gentlemen, for Ricky "The Ripper" Ramberg!
Now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce our next challenger.
New to our arena, coming in at six feet and weighing 178 pounds:
The marvellous Monty Cora!
- What is he thinking? - Your shorts look great.
- There they are. - Let's do it.
On the bell, gentlemen.
Let it all ride on Monty Cora there, Sparky. Thank you.
- He's fantastic, Mia. - Told ya!
- You better get back over there. - Thank you.
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick your ass.
Hi.
Hey, there's Logan. Hi, Logan.
- So, what are you guys up to? - I was about to ask you the same question.
Here we go again.
The titan of terror, give it up for Jim the Jackal.
Thank you, my man.
Tommy Thunderfists!
That's what I like.
- Can I get a drink? - You OK?
Yeah. Except I think Mia put the whammy on me again.
- I have no idea what we just talked about. - I do.
Yeah. Forgot you were listening. Thank God.
Dougie's worried the boss will hear he talked to Eyes Only.
Mia convinced Alec to fight so Dougie can help the Don.
- The boss is here? - Somewhere.
Dressed as a peanut vendor, probably.
Dougie's about to make him a small fortune.
Once he gets back in his good graces, he'll never flip.
Unless Alec goes down and the boss loses his money on account of Dougie.
- What are the chances of that happening? - Depends on Alec.
I'll call Matt Sung.
Tell him to get his butt over here.
Four... three... two... one.
- Alec. - Max, hey. You wanna bet on me?
- Lose this next fight. - What?
- Take a dive, hit the mat, lose the fight. - I'm up 100 grand.
- You don't get it. Mia played you. - No, she spotted me my start-up money.
She fixed the fight so a bunch of mobsters could make a killing on you.
- You say that like it's a bad thing. - Logan's been after them for months.
If you don't throw the fight, they get off scot-free.
It's not my problem.
Gentlemen, you know the drill. When I leave the ring, the fight begins. Any questions?
Thank you very much.
Let's go, let's go.
You're up $122,000.
Undefeated against 12 opponents
and still standing after all comers, we have a new champion...
Not so fast.
I'll take him on.
- We have a new challenger. - What the hell are you doing?
I told you to take a dive. Now I'm gonna have to beat your ass myself.
- What's wrong with making money? - Name?
She has no name. She's not here. She's not fighting.
Yes, I am.
Ladies and gentlemen, in this corner, hailing from parts unknown,
let's hear it for the Curvaceous Killer!
- What do you think? - What do you mean?
Look at the freakin' odds. Put it all on Dougie's guy for the boss.
- How much? - How much?
All of it. "How much?"
You are so dead, missy-miss.
Excuse me, I'm gonna squish to the front.
- Hi. Excuse me. Excuse me. - Everything on Monty Cora.
- Here are the rules. There ain't no rules. - You don't wanna fight me.
- I've been waiting for this chance for months. - Well, see, you're just a girl.
Hey! She jumped the bell! What are you doing? She jumped the bell!
Ring the bell. Would you ring the bell?
Should have known you'd cheat.
- That's for the virus. - That was not my fault.
- That's for trying to kill Joshua. - I was just trying to protect my own.
- For getting paint over my research papers. - OK, that was my bad.
- She's good. She's really good. - Yeah.
- For making Joshua deliver your packages. - Cut it out!
That's for losing my baseball.
This is for whatever stupid thing you do next.
- Kick her ass! - OK, that's it.
Lovely!
You better be at work tomorrow there, miss. Pumpkin?
Kill the messenger!
- My turn now, bitch. - What did you just call me?
You heard me. B-l-T-C...
Look at that. The ring girl just lost her top.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for our new champion:
The Curvaceous Killer!
If you were thinking of going over there and working your mojo on Dougie, think again.
Come on. Let's take a little ride.
Douglas Colantonio? Detective Matt Sung, Seattle PD.
- He's got nothing to say to you. - You're about to get dead.
You were on thin ice before you lost the boss's money.
You go with them, you're gonna end your night in cement shoes.
Cement shoes. Who talks like that?
These clowns don't know what they're talking about. Come on.
We can take you into protective custody. Just say the word.
You won't get as good an offer from the boss.
Tell us who he is, you get a fresh start.
Come on, Books. Let's go. Come on.
All you have to do is point a finger.
That's him, right there!
Stop her!
You're dead. You're dead!
I never really liked him much, anyway.
You're under arrest for murder, racketeering and bookmaking.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Now, wait a second. I don't get it. You wanted Dougie to flip?
I've been trying to get him out of this life since the day we met.
That's why I had you do the Eyes Only hack. To push Dougie into doing the right thing.
So this whole thing was a setup?
I knew you'd show up here once you got onto me,
plus I knew you'd do whatever it took to help keep Dougie from running off.
- Here you go, miss. - Thank you.
- What's that? - My winnings.
- You bet on me? - Course.
- How'd you know I'd win? - Cos girls kick ass.
- That's what the T-shirt says, right? - Wait.
If you wanted to get Dougie to quit the life,
why didn't you do your thing to make him do what you wanted?
You know, I think that's why I love him so much. He's totally immune to me.
I think it's cos his brain wiring's a bit screwy on account of his condition.
So you like not having him wrapped around your finger?
Yeah. What fun is being in love if everything's easy?
Look what you did to him. What the hell are you?
Normal, honey, you need to forget everything you saw here tonight.
I do?
Just take Alec back to his place, then you go on home to bed.
Maybe you'll have one of those nice gladiator dreams you like so much.
Yeah. I like that.
You. Here you go.
Thank you so much.
Let's go there, buddy.
All right, Dougie, time to go.
- Wait, where are we going? - Maui. Come on. We got a plane to catch.
You are a beautiful, talented man.
And you? You couldn't be a more rocking, awesome chick if you tried.
You two are gonna have the best life together. You're so perfect for each other.
I know life stinks a little right now. It can't always stink, right?
Believe me, if Dougie and I can make it work, so can you.
- Always remember that, OK? - I have a feeling I will.
All right. Nappy, time to go.
Can't really be mad at her. I mean, you got your guy.
And she got hers.
- Shall we? - May as well.
So I hear you're a rocking, awesome chick.
And you're a beautiful, talented man.
That's right.
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