"Ready for the action now, Danger Boy
"Ready if I'm ready for you, Danger Boy
"Ready if I want it now, Danger Boy
"How dare you, dare you, Danger Boy
"How dare you, Danger Boy
"I dare you, dare you, Danger Boy"
Now, if I'm going to spend all that money...
and for the support of a system that's not effective to begin with...
I might as well do something else here.
Something that won't hurt them so much.
Border containment is a joke with this present situation.
What is it you have in mind, Your Honour?
Oh, I don't know.
Like scissors, huge scissors...
to clamp shut, right in the way, just cut it off.
If they're in the middle of it, cut them off. Know what I mean?
Cut what off? People want to stay. It's the power of ideas.
You're getting soft, Goodchild. The men at the club have noticed.
Your game is flagging.
You should get out more, see what you're missing.
Every time you turn around, he's started some new project...
but he's no visionary. He's just another Breen.
Yes. Trevor Goodchild.
They're all a bunch of power junkies, toying with our lives.
In Monica, there are no rulers.
That's why Goodchild hates them.
There's no head of state to negotiate with.
So, D-Section is our best bet, you think?
Sybil, we've been through this. You hesitate.
If you hesitate, you've failed already. I hate that.
You'd send your kid in there if you wanted to get rid of him.
Or your lover, if you wanted to get rid of her.
What? I'm gonna make it, Onan.
I'll show you how weak I am.
Remember when you gave me these?
Come, woman. We are free. We need nothing.
- Do you have that file ready yet? - Right.
Hold on.
Sybil.
All personnel, here it is.
Remember, we can't pay attention to each other.
What a waste.
Just take her in to General?
No, I've hands-on on this one.
How are you feeling?
Monica?
- Is this Monica? - No.
No, no, no!
About the damage, Sybil...
you don't have enough to cover it all, of course.
You'll have to work it off, as well as your repair bill.
Repair?
You have a gap, Sybil, a credibility gap.
Your citizenship is in question...
but you've been conscripted anyway.
- Where? - 7981 Plant...
the medical parts facility.
The one that's always being bombed?
Bombings have created quite a stir in the local community...
where the warehouse is located.
The warehouse is one that is very important...
What kind of means do you believe are being employed...
to wreak such destruction?
Pretty heavy-duty.
Portable anti-aircraft material or something of the kind.
Have you determined for certain that this is not an inside job or...
Impossible. It's Monican all right.
Onan!
Sybil? Are you okay? I saw you get hit. You were shot.
Onan.
Onan, how is it there? I'll be with you soon, I promise...
but, listen, my next door neighbour, she's a Monican terror agent.
Really?
Yes, and she crosses the border all the time.
Find out how she does it. Meet me here again tomorrow.
- Yes, I'll go to her. - Yes.
- And I'll do this for you. - Yes.
I just want to be with you again...
but I don't know if I can ever make it, Onan.
Yes, Sybil, you must. Give yourself a chance.
I know you'll make it in the end.
I saw your border run. Nice going.
Thanks.
Do you think she'd stand a chance if she were to...
Try it again? Forget it. She'll never make it.
You could have told her that before.
She would have never listened.
You're shutting it down with her, I take it.
Well, you know, I feel abandoned.
She failed not only her own objectives...
- She's failed your faith in her. - Yes.
Perhaps I'm prone to weak women...
because I have no concept of weakness or of like qualities.
Well, okay, Onan. Sure.
How do you like it?
Here, this is all wrong. Let me help you.
Perk up, Onan.
Here.
Forget it, Onan.
How do you do?
Fine, thank you.
Please, come in.
Now, let's see. About your spine injury.
Yes, Doctor.
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
I don't know what to say.
I haven't ever had it like this, you know?
Did you find anything wrong, Doctor? Am I okay?
Oh, my God. Are you kidding? You were sensational. I mean...
Sybil.
Sybil. Sorry. Sybil.
Do you need a job or anything? I could use a new attaché.
- I'm... - Tell me you heart's desire.
One wish, and it's yours.
- Anything? - Just no heads on plates.
I'm gonna get a drink. Would you like one?
No. No, thank you.
Right. That would have been it, you know.
Onan?
So what'll it be? Puppet strings, purse strings?
Mr. Goodchild, I want out.
I want to transfer to Monican citizenship.
That's my wish.
Do you know how lucky you are? You're the best I've had yet.
I'll just find someone else with your specs...
now that I know what they are.
Just get out.
I mean, I think that I'll leave now.
- Sorry. - Sorry.
You're so right. I've everything I'd ever want here.
We Breens, we're spoiled rotten, aren't we?
Just take me into the street and shoot me.
The system is a defensive measure, Sybil.
What do you think? That it's the way I prefer matters?
Look at me.
I am what you've done to yourself, you monster.
But you've heard it all before. You never listen.
And we're dying.
Stop. Enough!
Onan, come here.
That was pretty good.
Sybil, you mean. Used to it.
I'll be in touch, Onan.
I know what, Onan. I'll just take you away from her.
Maybe I should just kill you.
No, that would make her even crazier.
Besides, I'm sure you're good in bed.
Hey, Onan?
What? With her right there?
She's... I mean, I want to, but...
You want my what?
Okay, Onan. Come here.
I'm not asking you.
I'm commandeering your libido under Monican aegis.
This is an authorised police action, lover.
You are mine.
Oh, Onan.
I heard you grunting over there last night.
Over there?
How's it going? Have you found out yet?
Sybil, I'm trying, but it's going to take time.
I understand.
- So who's better for you? - Stop it, Syb.
You think I wanna be there any longer than I have to?
I'm sorry.
In any case, I still want you to make it across.
You've got to try again. I would.
I'll see you tomorrow.
I love you. Take care.
Sybil, don't try it again. You can't make it...
and Onan doesn't love you.
You're headed for disaster. Don't kill yourself.
Is something bothering you?
Fine to play with my feelings...
but you're involving innocent people, Trevor.
What are you doing to that poor girl?
Jealous? She intrigues me.
Sybil, it's me, your next door neighbour.
I wanna help you, Sybil. Please.
- Why? - Just listen.
I'll be your escort to Monica. I'm actually your best chance.
Well, how very nice of you to offer.
Oh, it's nothing. I do it every day.
All right, then. We'll make an appointment for C-Section.
C-Section?
I'll do your anaesthesia on the spot.
You'll be with Onan again before you know what happened.
That is, if you still want him.
There's a hook in that bait, and here you still want me to swallow it.
Thanks. Get out. Get out!
This isn't working.
Sybil, that was wonderful.
Yeah.
It's not the same anymore.
What happened?
What do you mean delivery of ampoules has been waylaid?
I need them. Now.
Wait. I have an incoming. Can you hold?
- Trevor? - Sybil.
Something's very wrong. Examine me.
Butter toes.
I really wouldn't mean to be intrusive.
Oh, come on.
We know what we're thinking, and we know what we're doing.
Well, moderation in all things, you know?
Moderation is not abstinence. Moderation necessarily connotes use.
Use?
So use me, Trevor. You must.
I've no choice.
Lest you abandon your argument.
Abandon all argument?
Yes.
That's it.
So you like it over here, eh, killer?
What are you going to do now?
Ready for the action now, Danger Boy?
I hate it. I hate it.
My box. My box, you took it away.
Sybil, no. It's your neighbour. She's amuck.
She's the 7981-Plant saboteur.
She says she uses C-Section to get across.
There, I've said it. Can't you do something about this?
Sybil, I already knew about Aeon and C-Section.
I was just waiting to hear it from your lips.
See, you're one of us after all.
Oh, really? Well, watch this.
Sybil, listen to me. If you try to make it again, you will fail.
I let Aeon do her bombing.
They won't let me shut down production. They never will.
- Who won't? - Circumstances.
Onan, I'm returning you to Sybil.
Sybil. Oh, my God.
- Sybil. It's not even... - What?
It's not even worth it.
What are you talking about?
Give me a chance.
Another chance?
It's my chance for another chance now.
Sybil, please.
Sybil, wait!
Goodbye, Onan.
You have disentried disrecognised space.
Emergency is dispatched.
No!
That which does not kill us...
makes us stranger.