Did I wake you?
Thank God you're alive.
I've been wanting to do this for months.
I see they don't let you do your nails up at Manticore, either.
No respect for the girly arts, that place. I had to torch it.
No doubt.
So Manticore and them got all irate 'cause Eyes Only put salt in their game.
Oh, yeah.
And then they sent you to take a brother out.
Yup.
But instead you burned the place up and let everybody out.
I needed some get-back.
Right.
So what's with this virus they put in you so that you and Logan can't touch?
They're just mean like that.
No, boo.
I think they sent you to kill Logan 'cause he's Eyes Only.
Logan? Please.
Straight up. Now it all makes sense! You two were always doin' stuff on the DL.
You've got it all wrong.
Sugar, don't front.
You been creepin' with Eyes Only!
Give me some.
You can't say anything, though.
I already forgot. You got Original Cindy's word on that.
A lot of people want him dead, and I almost got him killed.
It's gonna be all right. It's all good.
It doesn't feel all good. It doesn't even feel a little bit good.
Somehow... some way... it's all gonna come correct.
'Cause you and Logan just got it like that. Nothing can keep you two apart.
You're home, you're safe, you're strong.
You kicked Manticore to the curb for good.
They can't hurt you anymore.
They can't hurt anyone anymore.
We have to keep moving. If Manticore's under attack, they'll be looking for us to remobilize.
There it is - the rendezvous signal.
- I don't know about this. - You saw the signal. We're supposed to regroup.
But the other night... the fire... no one came to let us out of the barracks.
Ever think maybe they were busy defending the facility? Manticore was under attack.
By who, we don't know, but obviously command is still in place.
Otherwise there wouldn't have been a signal.
But the tacs - they were shooting at us.
Not at us. They were protecting the perimeter.
I mean, sure, we took some friendly fire, that's all.
Now come on - we've still got ten klicks to cover.
There they are. We're going home.
X6-314 reporting for duty, sir.
At ease, soldier.
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.
Police suspect foul play in a fire that claimed as many as a hundred lives last Friday...
... a veterans' hospital built in 2007.
Authorities are refusing to release information on the fire's origin
and any possible loss of life at the facility.
We can't even get music in this damn place. Why can't we just go back to L.A.?
Because L.A. is full of freaks and weirdos and psychos.
Look out!
What are you doing?
Going back to L.A.
So what should I tell everybody?
Let a sister handle this. Original Cindy's gonna get out in front of this thing.
Hey, everybody! Look who's back from the dead.
All right!
Max! Almost scared me to death.
This is a joyous turn of events. Now what happened?
Well, well, well. Look who's here.
What can I say, Normal?
Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
- Hot run, Morningside and Everclear. - Got my name on it.
No. No, your name is mud, missy-miss. I've heard some lame excuses for missing work,
but faking your own death for a three-month sabbatical is a new low.
I did not fake my own death. I had a... medical emergency.
Would you care to explicate?
A heart transplant.
That's good. Have you got a note from your doctor, or a prescription for cyclosporine, perhaps?
Because I'll need some more proof before I buy that...
That's a nice big, uh... scar you got there.
Yeah, well, enjoy it while you can, 'cause it's fading fast.
Can I use your phone?
- What about the package? - I'll get to it.
It's like she never left.
Me hittin' you back.
What's up?
The red-hot embers cool and the death toll rises after Monday's tragic blaze
at a remote mountainside veteran's hospital.
Are you seeing this on channel three?
Hey, Sketch, hook me up on three.
Channel Three News has now learned that the inferno is the result of arson,
traced to rogue terrorist group S1W.
Manticore.
Only they're saying it's a V.A. hospital and the S1W burned it down.
Is that a bad thing? And what's the S1W?
It's a progressive group, fighting the good fight.
They're into direct action, which is why the government's trying to make them out to be terrorists.
Better people think some crackpots torched the V.A.
than the circus burned down and the freaks got out.
In an earlier act of aggession, the S1W held hostages in the V.A. facility last month.
This is so bogus. Eyes Only said that hospital is just a front for that Manticore place.
... mountainside hospital burst into uncontrollable flames ...
They're claiming a lot of people died in that fire. The S1W's being framed for murder.
Nothing I can do about it. And why do you care so much about this S1-whatever?
Some friends of mine are involved. They've done stuff for Eyes Only.
Look, forget I mentioned it. It's my problem. Can you come over later?
Given the givens, I'm not sure that's a very good idea.
It'll be okay.
Just come. I've got some information for you, and I'm...
still putting it together, but... it could be important.
I'll swing by.
The death toll is expected to rise as volunteers continue to...
Ooh, mutants on the loose. The genetically superior walk among us.
They said that everybody died, fool.
Yeah, well, we thought Max was dead too, and yet here she is, good as new.
Gotta jet.
You've gotta talk to Eyes Only. Make him get the truth out there.
I can't make him do anything.
They're trying to pin this on us 'cause of the job we pulled at the V.A. office.
That was a favor to you. Now I need a favor.
Talk to him.
This is so cool.
Does it say how much you cost?
A lot more than you, sweetheart.
Is it a gang thing?
You guessed my secret.
So how come you're not out gang-banging, then?
Well, 'cause sometimes a guy can have a lot more fun on his own.
So you're on the lam.
Oh, you're so intuitive. Hey...
... Why don't you go grab us something to eat, will you?
- Okay. - Okay.
I'm starving.
Me too.
If I don't get something to eat soon, I'm going to kill somebody.
They're not gonna give us food. Not without money.
I'm going in.
A barcode. What does it mean?
Means it's ours.
Hey, where'd you guys get those? My friend has one just like that.
That's it. Let's go.
Hey...
Hold it. I said hold it!
Get the money.
Do it!
Great. That's just great.
Possible sighting, Echo Golf 4278.
How many?
Six or seven.
All right. Send a unit to check it out.
White.
Handle it. We don't want local law enforcement involved. The idea is to keep this mess under wraps.
Well, tell them they can shove their jurisdiction, that this is a federal matter.
Tally on the signalling operation.
Thirty-eight showed up at the rendezvous point over the course of the day.
Not bad. Keep the signal running every night, until they stop coming.
Sir.
What the hell is that?
Looks like something they cooked up to fight in the desert.
The skin's designed to retain moisture. Same with the nose. Even has a second eyelid,
probably to protect the cornea against sand and grit.
Well, I hate to think how many of those rolled off the assembly line.
They bring it in?
X7's, sir. Manticore used them to guard the perimeter.
Yeah, I read the reports.
They've got some kind of hive mind thing going.
Communicate ultrasonically. In digital code.
Ship it out on the next transport. I want forensics to take it apart for analsyis.
Get it out of here. Them too. Get it out!
It's about time.
Daddy's home.
X6-787, sir.
- X6-809, sir. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.
What are you bozos thinking, knocking over a Kwik-E-Mart?
- Sir? - I had a very sweet deal going, and you blew it.
What's that doing here?
He escaped the attack with us, sir.
- The attack? - On Manticore.
Command's been reestablished. We saw a signal to regroup last night.
The rendezvous is about six klicks from here, south-southwest.
We were just about to move out.
Gang, I hate to break it to you, but Manticore was not attacked.
They tried to barbecue us.
Sir?
They're trying to kill us. The signal's bogus. It's a trap.
If I may, sir... That doesn't make any sense.
We're valuable military assets, representing billions of dollars in R&D.
Why would Manticore try to get rid of us?
I want to get rid of you, and I just met you.
We should be going, sir. They're waiting.
Okay, what part of "They're trying to kill you" did you not understand?
All respect, sir,
but officers of rank superior to yours left standing orders to regroup when instructed to do so.
Well, far be it from me to violate the chain of command.
Fall in.
You're really gonna do this?
Didn't you hear me, soldier?
Oh, he heard you. He just can't believe his ears.
I'm going to have to report you. Both of you.
You do that.
Left face.
Quick march.
Hey.
You said you had something for me?
Yeah.
Have a seat.
We shouldn't get too close. The virus.
Apparently there's a massive military action going down in the woods around Manticore.
Same thing happened back in '09. By the time they got their act together, we were gone.
There's a difference.
You escaped because you wanted out. They ran for their lives.
They may not even realize Manticore wanted them dead. This mean anything to you?
Got it from an informant who lives out that way. Real conspiracy buff... obsessed with UFO's.
It's a signal from Manticore. We were trained to look for it in case the facility was compromised.
What does it say?
Regroup... Echo Golf 427952...
Friday. Today.
Whoa. Where are you going?
Logan, they tried to kill them. Now they want to finish the job.
You don't know that. The could just be loading them up
and shipping them off to a new facility somewhere.
See, that doesn't work for me either.
Fine. You want to go out and save the day? What's the plan?
- Don't know yet. - Max...
This is happening because of me. I forced them to go. That's my family.
Some of them are screwed up. Some of them don't look like you
or me or anything anybody's ever seen before...
but I'm responsible for them just the same.
- Hey... - Careful!
Now, see, you took the word right out of my mouth.
Run!
Hey, weird kid.
Want some hydrogenated imitation pork product?
Huh? All right. More for me.
- Sir, you were right. It was an ambush. - They shot at us.
If you idiots let them follow you...
Oh, great.
It's them?
I wish.
Get me something to tie his leg off with.
What the hell are you doing here?
I was about to ask you the same thing.
I'd kick your ass, but we don't have time for that right now.
The bullet went right through. We're gonna have to cauterize.
What happened? Why were they shooting at us?
He's going into shock. Get something to keep him warm.
I'm gonna be sick.
Bet that one flunked field med.
- Go. - I'm not gonna lie-this is gonna hurt like hell.
Hang on, hang on.
It's almost over
Okay, it's done. Hey, hey, you're gonna be okay. All right?
Yeah, so long as we get him and the rest of these kids out of here.
What do you mean, "we"? This is your party, not mine.
Help me to understand
how a girl on a motorcycle got the drop on you and all of your men.
It's hard to explain, sir. It all happened so fast we...
- What is it? - Sorry to interrupt, sir,
but I thought you'd want to see this right away.
It was retrieved from the Manticore site... belonged to Director Renfro.
On the desk.
The database. Good.
- Well, well. - What is it, sir?
DNA workup of an X5. Not bad-looking, for a freak.
Sir... sir, that's her. That's the girl on the motorcycle.
- You sure? - Yes, sir.
Don't just stand there. Find her.
All right, people. Fall in.
There's been a change in your mission status - extreme and unforeseen.
You've been betrayed by your own command. What do you do?
- Redeploy. - Correct. How?
Unknown, ma'am. We have no training with regard to that circumstance.
- Do you know what that means? - No, ma'am.
- All your training goes out the window. - Yes, ma'am.
- Starting with your blind obedience to Manticore and all it represents.
Yes, ma'am.
Which means you're going to stop calling me ma'am and start calling me Max.
- Yes, ma'am. - Yes, Max. That's my name.
And now that you're in the real world, you all should have names, too.
- Oh, for the love of... - Shut up!
You have to stop thinking of yourselves as soldiers and start thinking of yourselves as people.
But we are soldiers.
You mouthing off to me? 'Cause I have zero tolerance for that. Zero!
And to commemorate this special moment, that's gonna be your name - Zero.
Get out on sentry duty.
I saw you messing around with that radio there.
I excelled in diagnostics and repair. I was trying to fix it.
Fixit - that's gonna be your name.
And that's what you're gonna do with that old pickup over there - fix it.
You're the girl that threw up.
You could always call her Ralph.
Ralph. I like it.
It's a boy's name.
I still like it.
Ralph it is, then. Go check on Bullet.
- Who's Bullet? - The kid that got shot.
That yours?
- I'm in the bugle corps. - Bugler it is.
- What's my assignment? - Getting some sleep.
- It's not lights-out yet. - That's okay.
Let's find a place for you to bunk down.
What about him? Doesn't he need a name?
I'll leave that to you, since you two seem to be getting along so well.
- Where's White? - Sir, this is a restricted area...
Tell him Lydecker's here to see him.
- Sir, I'm going have to ask you to wait here a moment... - Sorry, son. This is urgent.
Command, this is Walker. There's someone here from Manticore. Name's Lydecker.
He identified himself? What the hell was he thinking?
Damn it!
Hello?
It's Lydecker.
How did you get this number?
Never mind that.
I need you to help me get in touch with Max.
What for?
I can't tell you that.
Do you know where she is?
Somewhere in the woods outside Manticore.
- He'll be looking for her. - He? Who's he?
If you hear from her...
tell her to get out of there as fast as she can.
Satellite's in range, sir.
- You've got to keep the weight off it. - I'm fine, Ralph. Would you cut it out?
X8-621 is ready to commence training, ma'am.
Name's Bugler, remember? And there's not going to be any training today.
- There's not? - Nope, not ever again.
Really?
Really. See, you don't have to take orders anymore. Not from anyone.
- Not even you? - Especially not from me.
Well, when the going gets cute, the tough get going.
You're really leaving?
Afraid so.
Figures you'd forget the one good thing Manticore ever taught us - never abandon your unit.
Well, thanks to you, there is no more Manticore.
You made this mess. Not me.
You're sure this girl was with them?
See for yourself. Let me position the mike.
Okay, they're downloading.
The computer's translating the ultrasound signals,
reconstructing a sonic image relayed to them by the X7 inside.
Now we convert the sonic image into a visual one.
Let me see if I can enhance it.
That's pretty much what she looks like.
That's her.
Take her alive if you can.
Okay, Zero, hit it!
Nice work, Fixit.
- Just give me a few more minutes to adjust the timing. - All right.
Max! Soldiers outside!
Get away from the window! You, too!
Someone's been talking out of school. Ralph, tie him up and blindfold him.
We're leaving him here. Fixit, we gotta go now!
What the hell?
- Why are they using smokers? I thought they wanted us dead. - Me too. Come on. Hurry up!
I want all units advance, approach pattern Omega Thirteen.
As soon as it starts, get the hell out. That's an order!
Go.
- Bullet, we can't just... - You heard what she said. Move it!
Foxtrot One to command. We have her, sir.
Say again, Foxtrot One.
We have X5-452.
Sorry. I, uh... didn't know somebody else was in here.
You don't look so hot.
Probably need some sun, huh?
Bet they had you all hooked up back at Manticore. Nice, sandy barrack... heat lamps...
Sorry.
Ugh! I hate those things.
You want it?
Yes? No?
Nice move.
Having a little family reunion?
You must be the new bad guy in my life.
You know, 452, you're much prettier than in your picture.
Gee, miss the old bad guys already.
I had a chance to peruse the DNA workup done during your most recent stay at Manticore.
Let me guess. My insurance didn't cover it and you want me to go out-of-pocket.
Are you familiar with the term "junk DNA"?
Layman's terms for base pairs that don't contain viable genetic information.
Doesn't do much more than fill space. Kind of like that gray, squishy thing in between your ears.
Would you be surprised if I told you that you didn't have any junk DNA?
Seems every single base pair is coded for some specific genetic purpose.
Now the money question is... what does it mean?
What is it that your genes are coded to do?
Kick ass, mostly. After that, wouldn't know.
Well, not to worry. We're gonna find out.
I can't believe we left her there... after all she did for us.
She gave us a direct order.
She told me we don't have to take orders anymore. Not from anyone. Not even her.
That's good enough for me.
Me too.
I'm in.
Let's do it.
They're heading the wrong way. Hey, you're heading the wrong way!
Typical.
Satellite's in range, sir.
Light her up.
Let me guess.
She got herself caught saving your butts.
Pretty much.
All right. Well, let's get this over with.
Keep at it. I'm going find out what the hell's going on.
- Alec. - To the rescue.
Still wanna kick my ass?
Maybe later. Hurry up.
Him too.
- Are you kidding? - Do it!
All right, all right.
It's gonna be okay. We're gonna get you out of here.
Go, go.
You're welcome. Come on, let's go.
- Wait. - What?
The laser show's still going. If you wanna be the hero, you can't be half-assed about it.
Let's go.
All those stars kinda make you feel small and insignificant, huh?
We've got a security breach. The perimeter's been compromised.
What are you looking at?
That's not the signal to regroup. It's the signal to scatter and go to ground.
White to all units. Disable the signal now.
It's done. Trash it.
Come on.
We gotta get out of here. Go, go.
ID's and passports to get you across the border to Canada.
Are we ever gonna see you again?
Promise.
Now I'm going to drop a little wisdom on you grunts, so pay attention.
First time I got out in the world, I lost track of all the kids I escaped with.
Spent the next ten years trying to find them. Don't let that happen to you.
Stay together. You're family.
Okay, I'm out of here before the waterworks start.
Hold on. We have one last thing to do... as soldiers.
And what's that?
Pay our respects to those who didn't make it.
Attention!
Thanks for coming through on their papers.
No problem.
You did a good thing, Max.
Not just for them, but for all of 'em.
They'll figure it out.
So you heading back into town?
Yeah, I'll take a ride. Clear my head.
I look at Logan, and I want to take my own advice and stay together.
But how are we supposed to do that when his life depends on us staying apart?
Who knows... maybe we can beat this thing.
I guess we'll just have to see where this road takes us.