- Don't you think you ought to get goin'? - Something's not adding up here.
You can bring down Gerhardt Bronck's evil empire tomorrow. Tonight you got a date.
- lt's not a date. - She's making you dinner.
Well... l gotta figure this thing out.
- So l'm just gonna have to cancel. - At the last minute?
l have work to do. Max'll understand.
No, she won't. She's female, in case we hadn't noticed.
Fine. l'll just reorganise my entire life cos some girl wants to cook dinner for me.
That's kinda how it works.
How civilisation happened. And she's not ''some girl''.
Tell me about it.
When the water starts to boil, you put the pasta in.
- l hope l can pull this off. - Max, you can do this.
l watched you rebuild a motorcycle in under two hours.
- Different skill set. - Trust me.
After Logan tastes this tricolore sauce l whipped up, he will be your sex slave.
We don't have that kind of relationship.
Yet.
l'm just reciprocating for all the times he's cooked for me.
OK. Answer me one question, though.
Where did you find cold-pressed virgin olive oil from Tuscany, in this economy?
l broke into the ltalian Embassy.
l'm gonna disappear so you can take all the credit here.
- Hi. - Where? When?
- Great seeing you. - OK. Thanks.
Hey, Kendra.
Hey. You bring the wine?
Yeah. Um...
- Listen, that was a contact of mine. - Pre-Pulse. Nice.
He gave me a tip on that guy Bronck who's ripping off the city's blood supply
and moving it out of the country.
- These OK? l don't have any wine glasses. - Yeah, they're fine.
But we need to get out to Furrow airfield to do some recon.
l'll swing it tomorrow after work. l hope you like pasta tricolore.
l love it. But tomorrow's no good because we gotta go... No! Don't do that.
Right. You do it. l always break the cork.
No, l just mean it'll go bad if we don't drink it right away.
- Oh. l'm game if you are. - Max, haven't you heard a word l've said?
- We gotta do this tonight. - OK, l'll put the pasta on.
We gotta go. Now.
- Now? - Yeah. Now.
So, you know, get changed or whatever and l'll wait for you downstairs.
One reason Bronck's hard to pin down is he uses different airstrips every shipment.
My contact says the next one's going out of Furrow airfield tomorrow night.
He's moving stolen blood, so look for refrigeration equipment.
Max! This is important.
There are people dying because of what Bronck's doing.
- l almost died. - l had your back on that.
Not everybody has a genetically-engineered universal donor looking out for 'em.
- What kind of security am l running into? - According to my source, next to nothing.
Bronck is either keeping a low profile
or he's so insulated by the cops he doesn't need to worry.
Let's get this bitch over with.
(engine starts)
(loud pop)
Hey! You there!
Get back here!
Hey!
(gunfire)
(squelch)
(car pulls up)
Don't even think of speaking to me.
You said there'd hardly be any security.
- My guy screwed up. - No kidding.
Did you see any refrigeration equipment?
No.
From the firepower we saw, Bronck's smuggling more than medical supplies.
The guy's got his fingers everywhere. Gunrunning, racketeering, prostitution.
Anything could have been on that plane.
Great. l risk my life and l don't even know what for.
My intelligence wasn't accurate. lt won't happen again.
Damn straight it won't. Cos l'm done.
What do you mean, ''done''?
This guy's up to something very bad, Max. l can feel it.
- Not my problem. - That's a selfish way of looking at things.
Yeah, well, we can't all be obsessed with saving the freakin' world.
- l'm not obsessed. - lt's all you think about. All you talk about.
- At least l care about other people. - You care about strangers anyway.
What about our quid pro quo? You still want me to look into Manticore?
No. Looking for those kids has gotten me nothing but trouble.
You can't let go of Manticore any more than l can let go of Eyes Only. lt's who we are.
lf you think you were put on Earth to be the world's most pissed-off TV reporter
and hide behind a silly red, white and blue Hallowe'en mask, l feel sorry for you.
lf you were put on Earth to be the world's biggest cynic
and hide behind some tough-ass attitude, then l feel sorry for you.
You know what, Logan? How about a new quid pro quo?
Don't call me. l won't call you.
What is up with Normal this morning? He's flossing, literally.
Somethin' strange is going on. He smells like lilacs.
He told Peabo he was splitting from work early.
What, Normal's leaving work early? Now there's a first.
Why is it guys are all so task-oriented? l mean, it's work, work, work, work, work.
Cos otherwise all we'd think about is sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.
Maybe Normal's got a date.
That's just a bizarre thought - Normal gettin' busy with someone.
- Do we really think he has a woman? - There's somethin' goin' on.
- Max, let's go check it out. - All right.
- You look nice today. - Thank you.
Going to a funeral?
No.
(sniffs) Lilac.
So how come you're all macked out like a playa playa?
The reason it's called a personal life is cos it's personal.
Here. Hot run, 930 lliff. Beat it. Away you go.
(both) Booty call.
lt's Gerhardt Bronck and one of his operatives.
Bronck's street muscle collecting protection money,
which is being laundered through this place.
Pretty pictures.
But Eyes Only won't move on this unless we give him supporting documentation.
lt's all there.
- Where'd you get this? - One of my sources in the DA's office.
- They dropped the case. Lack of evidence. - Smells like a buyoff.
You figured out what Bronck's smuggling?
Not yet, but there's enough here for Eyes Only to amp up the pressure on him publicly.
Embarrass him.
People start paying attention, maybe he makes a mistake...
What did you find out last night at the airstrip?
When some girls don't eat dinner they get real cranky.
Men. They just don't have the mental or emotional capacity to make a real connection.
You're better off kicking it with some gorgeous slow-witted stud
who you can send on his way.
- l'm swearing off the whole gender. - l tried that. You will so hate your life.
There is Sosh... He's a student. Too smart.
Haj is cute... but he's a computer analyst.
Sven. Big Norwegian. Hauls nets on an Alaskan fishing rig.
On shore leave for two, maybe three more days, tops. 6' 4'', eyes like the ocean.
Thanks, but no thanks. See you at Crash tonight?
l'll be there.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine. Come on, you can do it. Ten.
Argh!
- Rest a couple of minutes, then we'll finish. - No. l'm done.
- Two more sets. - l said l'm done.
- Wanna tell me what's with you today? - Same thing that's with me every day.
Reps, more reps, pep talks about patience and mind over matter, and l'm sick of it.
You and Max have a spat? Feelin' sorry for yourself?
Max has nothing to do with it.
My legs don't work. And that's never gonna change.
lf l ever hear you talk like that again,
l will beat on your skinny ass - wheelchair or no wheelchair. You understand?
Let's go again.
One. Two.
(mellow jazz music)
- Mr Ronald. So happy to see you. - Oh, hold the phone, Jorge.
- You do not dine alone tonight? - No, l do not dine alone.
A lady, perhaps?
l'll say.
- Hi, Louise. - Have you been waiting long?
Only a lifetime.
- This place is so interesting. - An old haunt.
l met Jorge back when l was doing my PhD at Harvard. He ran a bistro in the square then.
But, well, we all have our tales of woe.
You have a PhD?
- Yes, several. - You really are a remarkable man, Reagan.
Please, call me Ray. But enough about me. l wanna hear your story.
The first two acts left me wanting so much more.
Not much else to tell. Just a girl from the Midwest trying to get by in a broken world.
- And doing so with style and grace. - You're sweet.
Jorge's best.
- For Mr Ronald, and his beautiful... - Thank you.
..lady friend.
- Enjoy. - Thank you.
To our second date.
l gotta tell you, when l first saw you at that sector checkpoint
l didn't think a guy like me could be a dog walker for a gal like you.
Stop.
l can't believe a man like you is unattached.
l've been waiting for a long time for the right someone to come along.
l don't understand women who need a man to make them feel complete.
Put the bullet right here.
Surprise surprise!
Max, this is Sven.
Hello, Mac.
(laughs) Hi.
Sometimes a tight six-pack and a good set of shoulders help take the edge off.
Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom Video bulletin.
Actually, l'm not really into partying right now. See ya.
- Bye, Mac. - Bye.
..free voice left in this city. There is a cancer in Seattle and its name is Gerhardt Bronck.
You've seen his picture in the newspaper, heard him described as a businessman.
A philanthropist, even.
Make no mistake, he is a thug
whose crime machine preys on the citizens of this community. What you are about to see
is just the tip of the iceberg.
That is not good, him jamming us up like that on TV.
- This is what we wanted to happen. - What if the DA sees it and comes after us?
The DA doesn't unzip his fly without checking with me.
Still, bad publicity.
Who gives a rat's ass as long as it gives us Eyes Only?
So which of the three cops we set up thinks he's a boy scout?
The Korean guy, Matt Sung.
- You want us to pick him up? - No.
He's got to be communicating with Eyes Only through an intermediary.
l want you to feed this wink something else on me.
Then we watch him. See who he shares the birthday cake with.
And then we squeeze the living crap out of him until he gives us his boss.
So, that was Eyes Only. Over and out.
(Normal) Jorge.
Your lady friend left her purse last night.
That's so sweet. You didn't have to come. l could've sent one of my kids.
For an old friend, good customer, and his beautiful female companion... no problem.
Oh, thank you, amigo. Very sweet.
All right, we'll see you tonight, OK? Seven o'clock, regular table.
- Adios. - Adios.
l mean, you never hear women talking about leaving a legacy
or worrying about their place in history. What's that about?
Your entire gender think they're on some mission.
lt is hurting on my brain, trying to figure out who on earth would go out with Normal.
There's a lot of freaks out there. So, who's comin' with me on this run?
Well, come on, guys. Clemson Street is deep in Rydin Forties' turf.
- So? - So there's permanent gang wars going on.
- Please? - You are such a wuss.
Let's go.
l have a run. 4711 Kings Road.
- l'm on break. - Well, whenever you get a chance.
You OK?
lt's a personal run, so be nice.
ln defence of my gender, women come into the world with a mission,
which is to make offspring.
Men have to find a mission, create things.
Space travel... Space travel, the carburetted bong...
l know a guy who breathes through his anus by threading aquarium tubing in his colon...
You know what? l am beginning to think that Normal's right. You are an idiot.
Come on! What's the number on this thing?
lt's 7657380423611.
OK. l'll call.
(hip-hop music)
A package for Tacoma Bleed.
Are you Mr Bleed? lt's a return receipt request. l need a signature.
Yo, Bleed, a package.
Need a signature, yo.
Thanks.
Hold up.
- ls that a finger? - (Bleed) Who sent this?
lt was a pick-up on the east side.
Blunt Ryddim Kidz turf.
They got Li'l Throttle, cos that's his ice.
- We gotta go to war, dog. - Don't kill the messenger.
Check this out. You and Gilligan better get on up out of here.
Cos startin' right now, anybody ain't claimin' the same set as me is goin' down quick.
- And wet. - Great. Another man on a mission.
- Yeah, right. - Let's bounce.
(phone rings)
- Hello? - Hey, Logan.
- Hey, Matt. Your contact turn up anything? - l think your guy will be pleased.
- OK. Meet you in the park in an hour. - All right.
Sketchy, how did you manage to escape from being a male obsessed with his career?
Hey, just because at present l happen to be stuck in a dead-end job with no prospects,
doesn't mean l don't have larger ambitions.
l'd like to run my own business someday. Somethin' like Power Nipple.
911, cos Mommy's got the 411 on Normal's shortie.
- Do tell. - OK.
So, Original Cindy's en route to sister girl's crib to deliver her purse, right?
Then l think to myself, ''What kind of female forgets her purse?''
l wrestle my conscience for a minute. Then l decide to take a peek.
- You went into her purse? - Hell, yeah!
You wanna know everything about a female, where do you look?
- That's invasion of privacy. - Crossin' the line, if you ask me.
You wanna know what l found out or what?
- Spill it. - lmmediately.
So, Original Cindy finds a prescription made out for Louise Klein for Premarin.
- What's that? - Oestrogen, basically. Yeah? So?
Then Original Cindy finds Louise Klein's driver's licence.
Only it says that Louise Klein is Louis Klein.
- You mean, like, a typo. - l mean, like, a former male.
- Normal's chick is a dude? - Was a dude.
Come on. Maybe she's got a brother or something.
No, girl. The part of Kings Road where she lives is very gender-friendly.
lt's where all the mista sistas reside.
The lesbian mind could get tampered with in that neighbourhood.
This and a human finger all in the same day. lt's deep.
- For real. - For real, for sure.
Louise comes to the door wearing a towel, right out of the shower.
l'm clockin' her for nose hair, Adam's apple, miscellaneous male debris. The bitch is fine.
- Even got back. - Do we think Normal knows?
Oh, he's gonna find out.
Which will be the entertainment spectacular of a lifetime.
This is proof that the DA's on Bronck's payroll.
Right.
You give that to Eyes Only, he ought to be able to put Bronck away for good.
Yeah, that's great, Matt. Thank you.
What? Are you OK?
Yeah. You've known me a while.
Would you describe me as ''obsessed''?
Let's take a ride.
- Get up! - Bling!
Bling!
Hey!
- (man #1) Get the door. - (man #2) Take it easy.
You know there's a curfew. You're gonna have to come down to the station.
Then we'll call your folks. Don't worry.
Hey!
- (Logan) Leave a message. - (Max) Logan, it's me.
l think l know what Bronck's up to.
He's got cops on his payroll. They're pickin' up kids off the street.
- Max. - Let me talk to Logan.
l can't. Bronck's got him.
No lD. What's that, an Eyes Only thing?
- The boss is a privacy nut. - What's he got against me?
Plastering my face all over the TV? My mother is starting to worry.
She should. lt's dangerous being a bad guy.
Oh, no. lt's much more dangerous being the good guy.
Which your boss is about to find out.
Tell me who he is.
l wish l could help you, but l've never met the man.
l was wondering when we'd get to the hitting part.
As much as l'd like to smack you around until you tell me, l just don't have a lot of time.
Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?
Tell me who he is.
- All set. - Let him go.
(crackling)
- Stop it. - Who is Eyes Only?
- Please stop it. - Tell me.
All right, l'll tell you.
l'll tell you!
(crackling stops)
Who is Eyes Only?
l am. l'm Eyes Only.
- Did you get your purse OK? - Yes. Thanks.
Ray, there's something you need to know about me.
- Louise... - Let me say it.
You don't need to say it. l know.
You know?
- What? - That you're, uh, someone, um...
How do l put it? Who's had some aftermarket work done.
That is to say, you've undergone a fairly substantial... retrofit.
So you know l used to be a guy?
- How did you find out? - Louise,
you may have noticed l am a keenly intuitive, highly observant person.
You went through my purse.
Yes. My impulse to unravel the mystery that is you
overwhelmed my deep reverence for private property. l'm sorry.
l thought about this long and hard and l... l realised it doesn't matter.
You know, it's 2020, l'm a modern man.
And you're a... you know, newly-minted babe. You're as sexy as all get-out.
lt means a lot to me that you understand and accept me for who l am.
- Vive la différence. - But that's not what l was going to tell you.
lt's not?
l've realised something about myself these past few days that we've spent together
that's gonna change things between us.
l've thought about this long and hard and l'm telling you,
there is absolutely nothing you can say that would change my feelings about you.
l'm gay.
ln what sense?
l'm a lesbian, Ray.
Oh, for the love of Mike.
- Bling? - ln here.
- What happened? - He had a meet with Sung.
Bronck grabbed him. l tried to get to him, but...
What are you doing?
When Logan let me in on Eyes Only, he made me promise if anything happened to him,
l'd protect the informant net by making sure the files didn't fall into the wrong hands.
Lot of hard work... gone.
- Which he'll regret when he gets back. - Max, he may not be coming back.
Yes, he is, and that scumbag Bronck is goin' down hard.
He gave you the codes and passwords, right?
Yeah. What are you gonna do?
What l always do. Make it up as l go along.
Say it, like you do on TV.
''Do not attempt...
to adjust your set.''
Oh dear, it looks like we're going to have to refry Detective Won Ton.
Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom Video.
lt cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in this city.
lt is him.
The plane will be here in 15 minutes.
We picked up a nice sampler for our friends overseas. Something for every taste.
Load them up when the plane gets here.
- What are you up to, Bronck? - l thought you had all the dirt on me.
Well, there's just so much of it, it's hard to keep up.
You are going to give me everything you have on my operation.
ln fact, you'll give me everything you have, period.
You have the goods on a lot of people. Could be handy for someone in my line of work.
l've got nothing to give up. Not any more.
My people are under orders to destroy the informant net if anything happens to me.
Am l supposed to believe that?
lt's the truth.
l can't give you what l don't have.
- l'm telling you the truth. - Sayonara.
- No! - (static crackles)
(Logan's voice) Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is Streaming Freedom Video.
The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds.
lt cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city.
(Max) This is Eyes Only speaking to Gerhardt Bronck.
You are holding two of my operatives, Mr Bronck. l want them back.
(Logan's voice) You will be contacted.
(phone rings)
That's my phone. l'm guessing it's for you.
Shut these two up. Trace the call.
l'm gonna nail this bastard once and for all.
- Yes? - This is Eyes Only.
That's odd.
l have someone here who claims that he's Eyes Only.
lt's what my operatives are trained to do, to protect the informant net.
And are they trained to do impressions as well?
- (Logan's voice) l want my operatives. - And l want you off my back.
Turn over all you have on me, call off your hounds,
and l'll think about releasing your friends.
Not good enough. My cable hacks are making it tough for you to do business.
You want them to stop, it's going to cost you a hundred large.
l said l have your friends here.
(Max) And l've got enough on you to put you away for life.
Are you trying to shake me down?
(Logan's voice) l'm looking to cut a deal.
So, Eyes Only is a playa.
l prefer to think of myself as a businessman, like you.
What about your ''Make the world a better place'' rap?
Doesn't pay the bills.
So do we have a deal?
l got an address.
- Let me consider it. - You've got 20 minutes.
- Hope you know what you're doin'. - So do l.
Get the files. Torch the place.
And before you kill him, make sure you gouge his eyes out.
(Bronck) l said l have your friends here.
(Logan's voice) l've got enough on you to put you away for the rest of your life.
You hear that?
Sounds like an airplane engine in the background.
These guys are rotating their operation through a network of abandoned airstrips.
Question is, which one?
(Bronck) l have your friends here.
(plane noise gets louder/speech gets quieter)
Let's go.
- (Bronck) l have your friends here. - (plane noise gets louder)
- l have your friends here. - (plane noise gets louder still)
(chime)
(Bronck) Let me consider it.
Bling!
- What are you doing in my apartment? - You're on the wrong floor, Mrs Moreno.
- Yeah? - Yo, Bleed.
- Who is this? - Word.
Bad guys with guns got sent to your place to kill people.
- Just givin'you the heads up. - ls that right? Good lookin' out.
This 134 Clemson?
- (Bronck) Let me consider it. - (horn sound in background)
- Let me consider it. - Sounds like a foghorn.
Could be Warton airfield, out by the harbour.
What the hell is going on? They should have checked in by now.
- We are ready to roll. - The money is on the plane. Meet you there.
Shoot them.
This is the last shipment. lt was nice doing business with you boys.
l've got to stop the plane.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Our money?
OK! Let's go!
Do you have a boarding pass?
Turbulence.
lt's gonna be OK.
Hot run. 95 Round Hill Road.
Speaking of hot runs... was that your shugga l delivered to on Kings Road yesterday?
- l said it's a hot run. Beat it. - Come on, talk to me, Normal.
Original Cindy understands the human heart.
Well, we had a moment, or so l thought, and, uh, it passed.
You liked her, huh?
Yeah.
- What happened, if l'm not out of line? - Different interests.
l enjoy the company of women, and apparently so does she.
l feel you.
Actually, she asked me to, uh, give you her number.
She found you ''alluring'', l think was the word.
- This bitch is gettin' you to pimp for her? - l am in the messenger business.
The right one's out there for you somewhere, Normal.
Yeah. Well, l shouldn't be pouring out my heart on company time.
You better get goin'.
So?
Damn! Normal just gave me that half-a-heifer's phone number.
Well, you gonna call her?
Uh-uh. Cos when you get right down to it
Original Cindy's just too damn straight to kick it with a science-fiction girlfriend.
You were right about Bronck.
Great place, America.
Kid's walking home from school. Next thing she knows,
she belongs to the highest bidder, working in a brothel on the other side of the world.
- And Bronck makes a killing every planeload. - And l almost let him get away with it.
The bottom line is, he's out of business. You did good.
l wish l could have done something about those kids on the plane that other night.
Got a lead they're being held by a middleman in LA. Got some people on it.
So, do l finally get my Eyes Only secret decoder ring?
Listen.
l'm sorry about the other night. l, uh...
l guess l have been a little too focused on my mission.
l don't know, maybe Eyes Only has been a way of not having to, uh...
think about the less pleasant aspects of my life.
Maybe it is a Hallowe'en mask l've been hiding behind.
You don't have to.
Not from me.
l've got everything we need to whip up a pasta tricolore.
- l can boil the water. - You can?
Mm-hm.
(phone rings)
(Logan) Yeah?
Word on the Net is he's a weapons dealer?
OK, this is definitely something Eyes Only's gonna have to get into. Really? When?
Tonight? No, l can't.
l'll have to call you tomorrow. Yeah. Bye.
Don't hold up the war on my account.
The world will still be broken in the morning.
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