01x06 - The Persistence of Memory

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That replicant assassinated a senator.

Are these knuckle-draggers outside
supposed to be able protect me?

You're gonna be fine. -There's
no way Black Lotus can get to you.

I'll have to call you back.

Don't do me any favors!

Josephine? -There's
someone outside the window.

Of a penthouse apartment? Unlikely.

Unlikely?

Like one of Wallace's skin
jobs going on a m*rder spree?

You wanna bet my life
on how unlikely that is?

Get to the bedroom. Lock the door.

I'm on my way. You'd better be.

Josephine!

Hey, Chief!

Hey, hey!

Aren't you supposed to be dead?

Marlowe.

You look like hell, Joseph.

Been through hell, Marlowe.

Yeah, I bet you have.

What have you got
yourself mixed up in now?

We're clearing out. -Not
gonna find anything here.

Good seeing you again.

sh*t.

Meet me in my condo. Now.

why?

Because the skin job
might be after my wife.

Don't ask me why.

Where are those useless...

No.

You.

Wait! Don't hurt me.

Please.

The doll hunt wasn't my husband's idea!

And I only went along to make him happy.

I wasn't part of it. I
don't even like hunting!

I was only there as a spectator.

Please. -I'm a good person.

I would never hurt anyone.

I was there.

I remember what you did.

Do you?

Replicant memories...

are mostly fake in the first place.

What makes you think this "Doll Hunt"

is any more true than
the rest of your past?

How do you even know it happened?

Who came up with the idea?

Was it your husband? No.

We were just guests.

I...I don't know whose idea it was.

Who invited you?

A friend of my husband's.

Name.

So you can k*ll him?

I only saw a small group.

If there were others, I don't
know about them. -I swear.

I want names. Now.

Besides us, Senator Bannister.

There was a journalist. Hooper.

And my husband's friend, Dr. M.

Where can I find Dr. M?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me! -I'm not, I swear.

My husband didn't tell me.

Call him. Tell him to come home.

I can't. -He's on duty. Unreachable.

Lying's not gonna help.

Sherman.

York.

Marlowe, you copy?

Marlowe? -You copy?

Damn it.

Home? But why?

I'm no threat to you, so,
please, put the g*n down.

I want answers.

Whose idea was the Doll Hunt?

I told you, I don't know!

You're lying.

Since my wife is still alive,

should I assume you
want something from me?

I want your secrets.

What are you talking about?

Whose idea was the Doll Hunt?

Don't know. I never asked.

You were invited to be
part of a mass m*rder,

and you didn't have any questions?

m*rder? I'm a cop. I
see m*rder every day.

This was a rare opportunity.

Opportunity? -To hunt.

My wife's family were
hunters for generations,

before the animals went extinct.

Artificial ones are too
expensive to sh**t for sport.

So you sh**t people instead?

Replicants, not people.

Why should blade
runners have all the fun?

Blade runners?

It's not even legal for
things like you to exist.

They were innocent.

They couldn't even fight
back, and you k*lled them.

You made me a k*ller.

All because you wanted to have fun?

Hey, hey, there. -Easy now.

I just want to find a way for all
of us to walk out of this alive.

That's not what I want.

What do you want? To k*ll us all?

Everything that happened at the Doll
Hunt and since, that's in the past.

You need to start
thinking about your future.

You could have k*lled those
officers, but you didn't.

I think you made that
choice for a reason.

I don't think you wanna hurt anyone.

It goes against everything
you were built to be.

Sure, you've gotten yourself
into some serious trouble,

but if you put that g*n
down, maybe I can help you.

Why? I told you.

I don't want anybody else to get hurt!

Chief.

Behind you!

I don't believe it.

You weren't supposed
to be able to hurt us.

A stupid doll...

Who doesn't even have real feelings.

Freeze!

Black Lotus.

Put the sword down.

I'm done being hunted like an animal.

You don't wanna be hunted, maybe
you shouldn't be k*lling people.

I'm not the one who started this.

What are you talking about?

Police! Drop your weapon!

I'm a blade runner. She's mine.

Don't!

A stupid doll...

Who doesn't even have real feelings.

She said I don't have feelings.

Not real ones.

That my love...

and my grief are just illusions.

But if that's true...

shouldn't revenge hurt less?