Closed Captioning capture by: shadowy_agents@oocities.com
Names by: Cynia (cynia@hotmail.com)

What in God's name drives you, McCoy?
I don't know, but I enjoy life.

Music:
     I regret
     Each passing moment I'm without you
     The inner voice that made me doubt you
     Is all the comfort I have left
[ singing in japanese ]
     I recall
     Misunderstandings that have started
     Until the very day we parted
     Were what we treasured one and all
     And now I spend my lonely nights
     Replaying all our fights from start to end
     I'm always dreaming of that day
     When you went away
     Over and over again
     I realize...
     That without you dreams are ended
     My shattered heart cannot be mended
     And so, my darling
     It's goodbye
[ gunshot ]
     I realize
     That without you dreams are ended
     My shattered heart cannot be mended
     And so, my darling, it's goodbye
And so, my darling, it's goodbye.
McCoy: And so, my darling...
[ gun clicking ]
McCoy:  It's goodbye
Alexa: Was it good for you too, darling? [ laughing ]

Action!
 

Victor: Your, uh, backside is smoking, so, so to speak.
Director: Japanese physiotherapy. You should try it, Victor. It might goose up your love
            life. Oh, Mac, be a good boy and rub some of that green goo into my shoulders,
            would you? Don't be such a girl. Ah. Now, that's manly. Although there is
            manly and there is manly. The Human Liberation Front, a.k.a. the HLF. FYI,
            they're a new terrorist cult who are all hot and bothered about biotechnology.
            Genetic engineering, cloning of sheep, that sort of thing.
Victor: Like we need more sheep.
Director: Last week, the Japanese police raided the HLF's HQ in Tokyo. They got the
             cult's leader, but his second in command, one Alexa Lundquist, got away. So
             our sources tell us that Alexa's on her way here to work with the cult's local
             cell. Mr. Ramsay, be a dear and remove the cups from my back, would you? So
             there's a jurisdiction thing over Alexa's capture.
Victor: Tokyo police.
Director: Yeah, they've sent their chief investigator here to lead the mission to locate
                and neutralize Alexa. You will be working with him.
Victor: Working with him or for him?
Director: Well, that would be my call.
Mac: For him.
Director: Did I say that? Yes, of course I did. Actually, I think it would be very good
              for all of you to learn to work with our international colleagues.
Li Ann: But that's our jurisdiction.
Victor: That's no problem. If he gets pushy, we just smack his yap back to Tokyo.
Director: I'd like you to meet the chief investigator in this case. McCoy Matsumoto.
Victor: No disrespect intended.
McCoy: None taken.
Victor: McCoy?
McCoy: My parents were very fond of American westerns. So much so that they insisted
            I attend the University of Texas. Hook 'em, horns!
Mac: Heh, heh. This is a joke, right? You find yourself another stooge.
Victor: Am I missing something here?
Director: Li Ann, would you go set Ramsay straight?
Li Ann: I don't think I can. Or want to, for that matter.
Victor: What is their problem?
Director: Get them to explain it. Well, that went about as well as could be expected.

[ gunshots ]
Alexa: Oh! Ah! [ laughing ] Life and death are nothing. From nothing, we create
          something. And that something is art. The art of death. A word of explanation.
         One in six rounds in the gun was live. I instructed my assistants to shoot to
         kill. By flirting, indeed seducing, and making love to death, we become alive.
         The art of death is life. Thank you. Thank you. Thanks.
Assistant#1: The artist as terrorist. Very post-modern.
Assistant#2: That's terrorist as artist. Very good cover if you ask me.
Assistant#1: Yeah, the line between art and terror is a thin one.
Alexa: Oh, splendid performance, both of you. You are both true artists, which bodes well for our next
          exhibition. There's a package arriving from the Czech Republic. The courier's
          name is Lola. Once she delivers it, we'll be able to make art on a grand
          scale. Not to mention securing the release of our leader.

Monty: Lola, Lola.
Lola: That's just the way I was born, Monty.
Monty: But, Lola, I thought-- I mean, that whole thing with Dr. Hedberg in Prague. I
            thought he was your surgeon.
Lola: That thing with Dr. Hedberg isn't what you think.
Monty: Well, then, why did he give you the duck? Why a duck?
Lola: It's just a damn duck.
Monty: Lola, Lola...

Victor: What is your problem with McCoy?
Mac: He arrested us in Tokyo when we were kids. Seen him operate firsthand. He's
        psycho. He gets off on shooting people.
McCoy: I'm so happy I created an impression. Your director has expressed her
            confidence in these two. They must have risen beyond their level of incompetence.
Mac: What a guy.
McCoy: Now, the Human Liberation Front. In the last two years, the HLF has blown up
            pharmaceutical manufacturing plants, bioresearch labs, and even a hospital.
            They believe humans should not have the right to play God.
Mac: Well, no wonder you're obsessed with them. I mean, you're God, right?
McCoy: Actually, I believe their cause has some merit. And I admire their belief that
            there are times when blood must be shed in the good fight. The question is,
            who defines what is good?
Mac: Sounds like you do.
McCoy: And you do not? No doubt as a thief you have found many forms of justification
            for your crimes, hmm?
Victor: Well, he's got you there, Mac.
McCoy: No, no, Victor. We start breaking rules out of necessity. But soon it becomes
            a question of... convenience. Personally, I am trying to reform. You don't
            believe me.
Li Ann: We know you, remember?
[ phone ringing ]
Victor: Excuse me. Yeah. When? Ok, thanks. Our people are tracking a woman named Lola
            Way. She flew in from Prague this morning. Carrying plastique.

Victor: What is wrong with this picture?
            Looks like he's crying.
Lola: If I'd known that you'd be such a jerk, I never would have brought you along.
Monty: I don't care what you are, Lola. I love you.
Lola: We're being followed.
Monty: Followed? By who?
Lola: They want the duck. Run!
Monty: Lola, Lola! No, no, no, Lola, don't.
McCoy: [ speaking Japanese ]
Monty: No, please, please, don't hurt me. Just don't hurt me.
McCoy: [ speaking Japanese ]
Monty: Do you want money? Is that what you want?
[ gunshot ]
Mac: No! It was his wallet.
McCoy: It could have been a gun.
Mac: His wallet! He shot him. He shot him!
 

Li Ann: What was Monty's part in this?
Lola: Nothing. You killed an innocent man.
Victor: Why did he run?
Lola: 'Cause I did.
Li Ann: Monty see, Monty do?
Victor: Why was he crying?
Lola: He was confused.
Li Ann: About what?
Lola: My sexuality.
Victor: What about it?
Lola: He wasn't sure what I was.
Victor: What you were what?
Lola: You know, sex.
Victor: No, I don't know.
Lola: He doesn't know about sex?
Li Ann: What was he confused about?
Lola: Whether I was a man or a woman.
Li Ann: He thought you were a man?
Lola: He thought I was a woman who used to be a man.
Victor: He thought-- so you're really a man who... who used to be a woman.
Li Ann: Look. Who were you taking the plastique to? You know, plastique? This duck was
            stuffed with it. It looks like silly putty, but it goes boom.
Lola: Never heard of the stuff.  Plastique,  that is.

Victor: Oh, my.
Li Ann: We're not getting anywhere.
Victor: Don't even know what sex she is.
Director: He's confused.
Victor: I'm confused?
Director: Aren't they all? All right, let's she and I have a little girl-to-girl chat.
Mac: She's letting McCoy get away with murder.
Victor: What are you doing? He said it was self-defence.
Mac: Did he say that in Japanese too?
McCoy: My people have tracked a connection the HLF may have here. Gunther Ostanek.
            The name rings a bell?
Victor: Oh, yeah. He makes some very sweet detonators.
McCoy: I imagine he's difficult to find.
Victor: Not for me.
McCoy: Good.
Director: Lola was delivering the duck to the Cilantro Theatre Gallery. All she knew was
            that when she arrived she was to say she was carrying a duck from a Dr.
            Hedberg. You know, Vic, there's only one way to find out if somebody's a man
            or a woman.

McCoy: We may have got a break. HLF security's very strict. Their different factions
never mingle. None of them have ever seen Lola before.
Mac: So what?
McCoy: So we can get Li Ann inside.
Mac: No.
Director: No? Why not?
Mac: Because it's his idea. Look, we know Alexa's going to be at this lunch, so why
        don't we just bust into the place?
McCoy: Because then we only get Alexa. With Li Ann inside the cult, we have a better
            chance of finding out their global plan of attack.
Director: All right, Li Ann delivers the plastique to the theatre allery. Or she
             delivers a reasonable facsimile thereof.
Li Ann: Reasonable facsimile?
Director: We can't give Alexa what she wants, but we need to know what she's planning.
                And you boys in the meantime?
Victor: We got a line on detonators. I'll bring in Gunther.
Director: Good. All right. Li Ann on the inside, you boys on the outside. Sounds like a
                party.

McCoy: I do things a little differently, Gunther, and no one's going to stop me. Now,
            one last time. To whom did you sell the detonators?
Gunther: Somebody get a lawyer in here.
Mac: He is out of control. He will blow his hand off.
Victor: It's tactics.
Mac: Tactics, yeah, where'd he learn his tactics? Dodge city? You are wrong about
         this guy. I know him. We got to stop him.
McCoy: You are san-paku.
Gunther: What? Who the hell's Sam Paku?
McCoy: I can see the whites of your eyes beneath your pupil. That tells me your body
            is full of toxins. Your energy is blocked. You're rotting from the inside. You
            need to cleanse the body.
Gunther: What do you mean, like, I should take a shower?
McCoy: No, I mean... if you don't care how you live... I don't care how you die.
Mac: Vic, now, now!
Victor: No. He's got him.
McCoy: It's ok, Gunther. You don't have to tell me. we will find another way.
Gunther: Ok, ok, stop, stop, stop, stop. Some woman said she was a performance artist.
             I sold her two detonators. For her act, you know, or her performance or
             whatever dopey thing she does.
McCoy: Anything for art, eh, Gunther?
Gunther: She paid cash. That's all I know. That's all I know. Please. Ok?

Li Ann: This duck is from Dr. Hedberg.
Alexa: You're late.
Li Ann: Yeah.
Alexa: So, Lola. I do hope you like art.

Alexa: Mmm, see? I told you she'd be an outstanding performer. Good work, Lola.
           Newsroom? This is the Human Liberation Front. The HLF, you moron. Now, shut up
           and listen. Wh-- yes, it's our goal to re-establish equilibrium in the life of
           the natural world. Oh, good, you remember us now. Isn't that nice? Well,
           anyway, we're going to blow up the B.H.K. munitions plant just for the hell of
           it. Won't that be fun? Let's say, uh, 4:00 a.m. sharp. Have a nice day. Lola,
           we're going to need about half the plastique from the good doctor's duck.

SWAT: Let's go, move it. Hustle, hustle, get in there. Headquarters, bomb squad is
            at B.H.K. munitions. We are rolling in.
Alexa: McCoy. Well, I'm flattered.
Victor: They should have found it by now.
SWAT: Time's up. All units vacate now.
McCoy: They would have found it if the bomb were where we were told it was...
Mac: Meaning?
Victor: The best way to destroy an enemy is to lead him to safe ground.
Alexa: Three...two...one.
McCoy: The bomb is here!
Alexa: Something seems to have gone wrong with your plastique, dear. On the other
           hand, I may need a new watch. Oh, look. How exciting for them. They're so
           close to death.
 

Alexa: Mmm, to last night's performance. Was that art or what?
Assistant#2: Ok, why is it art?
Alexa: Well, because the point of art is to make a point. We've shown the ruling
            class that we can destroy at will and that we won't stop until our leader is
            released.
Li Ann: Are we doing this because of the cause, or are we doing this because of your art?
Alexa: Oh, but they're one and the same, darling.
Li Ann: You are an inspiration to us all.
Alexa: Wow, a kindred spirit. Did you hear that? She will do what it takes for the
            cause. The point isn't what motivates us. The point is that we are motivated
            to create both art and terror. You finished with the ID tags? Good. Now, the
            two of you leave us alone. Lola and I have some very special art to make.
            Cheers.

Mac: That is not the point. You told Li Ann the plastique was fake.
Director: If she'd gone to Alexa with fake plastique, she'd be as good as dead now. It
               was a calculated risk. There were no casualties.
Victor: Yeah, fortunately.
McCoy: She assured there weren't. Next time she'll assure there are.
Mac: Next time?
McCoy: You don't think that was a grand finale, do you? Hmm, Mr. Ramsay? She was
            having fun last night. It's her trademark. First she teases, then she gets
            serious. And I'm afraid miss Sei's inability to warn us necessitates a change
            in our approach.
Director: To what?
McCoy: We have to capture Alexa. That will prevent another attack.
Mac: That puts Li Ann in danger. Or is that the point?
Victor: She can handle it, Mac.
Mac: I know she can handle Alexa. It's this guy that I'm worried about.
Victor: So he arrested you once, man. Get over it.
Director: All right, look, come on. Hissy fit is over, girls. McCoy is right. Do as he says.

Li Ann: What's this?
Alexa: There's one live round and five blanks. One-in-six odds.
Li Ann: So...
Alexa: I want you to step up to the next level. I was once like you. I was a courier,
            a terrorist in name only on a frequent flier plan. It wasn't enough. Am I
            right? We do what we do, but what's the point if our souls are starving? We
            need to find a way to recognize and express what is in our souls. Yes, we're
            terrorists, but we have needs. And to recognize that is to become a true
            artist. Or, in more intimate terms, aim and shoot.
Li Ann: At me?
Alexa: At me. The closer you come to death, the more you feel alive. You cannot even
            begin to imagine what a rush it is.
Li Ann: It would be murder.
Alexa: It would be art.
Li Ann; But the mission--
Alexa: ...would fail if I die. Higher stakes -- part of the risk. What greater thrill
        is there than dying for your art? Do it. Now. Do it. Shoot me. shoot me, Lola.
        Please.
        [ moaning ]
[ gun shot ]
Alexa: Do it again, lola. Come on. Come on, do it again. Very good. Very, very good.
            Oh, and look. You're not even sweating. You have proven yourself, and as a
            reward, you get the thrill of the kill.
Li Ann: The kill?
Alexa: The one that will liberate our leader and make you a world-famous artist,
           darling. We'll have so much fun.

Mac: I'm sure they're just hanging around the theatre.
McCoy: I've been considering your case, Mr. Ramsay. Do you want to know what your
problem is?
Mac: No, I don't.
McCoy: You see too many shades of grey. For Victor and me, the world is either black
or white. You're a thief. Your world is murky. Our world must be clear.
Someone is either with you or against you.
Mac: Yeah, uh, what does this have to do with anything?
McCoy: It's the difference between killing and being killed.
Victor: The job, gentlemen. Police! Everybody freeze!
Mac: Yup, that makes three of us. Good call, McCoy. Nothing and nobody, huh?

Alexa: Good neighbourhood, close to schools and malls. Location, location, location
            and only moments away from the Mytodyne biological research laboraties, home
            to the world's most deadly viral strains, just waiting to become airborne.
            Here's the blueprints. Memorize them in case we become separated. In an hour
            or so from now, most of the city's population will be dying, and we'll be on
            our way to fame. Congratulations, Lola, my love. You'll be carrying the bomb.

Mac: So it never occurred to you Alexa was too smart to be hanging out in one
        place, just waiting to be arrested?
McCoy: She's over-confident. That's when people make mistakes.
Mac: That is my point exactly.
McCoy: You haven't grasped the seriousness of the situation.
Mac: Yes, she's made a fool of you twice in 24 hours. I get it.
McCoy: They're not here. They're putting whatever plan they have into effect. People
            are about to start dying.
Mac: Whose fault's that going to be?
Victor: Knock it off! Look, there may be something here that might get us back on the
            trail.
Mac: Back on the trail? Well, yee-haw. Why don't you two just saddle up and
         skedaddle after them there varmints? Go on!
McCoy: What's that sound?

Guard: Mmm... Jake, I'm bonded. For crying out loud, you can't mail the material
            here. Sh...she does what? Really? With popcorn? Ha, ha, ha... wait a sec.
            Look, I got to go.
Alexa: Hi, we're with the Bio-Calamity Prevention Authority.
Guard: The what?
Alexa: The BCPA. Could you please tell Dr. Myra that Dr. Bookaboum's team is here?
Guard: Bookaboum. Bookaboum. You're not on the visitors list.
Alexa: Oh. Here, let me see that. One steamboat. Two steamboat. Done.
[ beeping ]
Alexa: Excellent. Everything is falling into place.

Mac: Where the hell's McCoy? Let's go.
Victor: No. We wait. He knows what he's doing.
Mac: Yeah. What do you got there?
Victor: I don't know. Looks like an ID card. "Myto..." Oh, man.
Mac: What?
Victor: The Mytodyne biochemical research lab.  You want to find a few hundred strains
            of deadly bacteria and then blow them into the Cleavers' rec room? That's your
            spot.
[ click ]
Mac: What the hell was that?
[ gunshots ]

Oh, what is going on?
Please, no.
Assistant#1: I think we got him.

McCoy: Find him?
Mac: You tell me. It was him.
Mac: What in God's name drives you, McCoy, huh?
McCoy: [ chuckling ] I don't know. I don't need to know.
Mac: You nuts? That's what it is?
McCoy: I don't know. But I enjoy life. [ chuckling ] What do you think, Victor? Did
            Mac pass my little test? Hmm? He seeing in black and white?
 

Alexa: Ooh. Look at all the lovely viruses just wanting to be freed. Pretty killers
            all in a row. Lola, the bomb. Lola?
Li Ann: That really isn't necessary.
Alexa: Oh, I know, my love, but it makes me feel better. Set it up.

Victor: It's fused. And me without my spy kit.
McCoy: You have a better idea?
Mac: Than shooting up the place and creating a hostage situation? Yeah.
Victor: What the hell are you doing?
Mac: Little something I learned in my days with the Tang family. Structural
        integrity of glass, stuff like that. 'Cause there's always a flaw. Can always
        spot a way in. Sweet spot.
Victor: That's very helpful.
McCoy: Any other bright ideas?
Mac: None that I can think of.

Victor: I told you, man, three iron.
Mac: I always shank the three iron. I'm better with the two.
Victor: And this is evidence?
Mac: I come over the top once.
Victor: Listen, you want to come from behind and come through--
Mac; This from a man who hasn't hit on a regulation fairway in seven years. Through
        the--
Victor: Hey, look, another foursome.
Mac: Do you guys mind if we play through?

McCoy: Such a pleasure.
Mac: Don't move! Stay right there.
Alexa: [ giggling ] I don't think so.
McCoy: [ speaking Japanese ] I'm going after her.
Mac: She didn't get a full dose.
Victor: She's out cold.
Mac: What'll we do? We can't leave her here.
Victor: No choice, man. She'll be fine.
Mac: How are we even going to know where the bomb is?
Victor: I guess we run like stink.

Assistant#2: Where the hell are we?
Assistant#1: Didn't you memorize the blueprints?
Assistant#2: No, did you?
Assistant#1: No.

McCoy: Not this time.
Alexa: Are you going to make me wait?
Victor: McCoy! You can't just kill her.
McCoy: Why did you stop me?
Victor: Because Mac was right.

[ beeping ]
Li Ann: Mac, your gun!
Mac: You all right? Where's Alexa?
Victor: She's still alive.
Li Ann: There should be a second Biohazard lab. Over here. Move.

[ glass breaking ]
Li Ann: She smashed all the vials.
Victor: And exposed herself to the viruses.
Mac: She'll be dead in minutes.
Alexa: What? Well, what are you looking at? The bomb didn't go off, and there's
          really no point in going on unless you can make a statement. So, now I will
           make the ultimate statement... people will remember who I am. Oh, and you,
          McCoy. You couldn't stop me. you'll have to live with that for the rest of
           your life.
McCoy: You want to end it, Alexa. That's your choice. You'll be dead and I'll be alive.
Alexa: Yes, but I'll be fulfilled. You'll only be alive.

[ Alexa ]: But I'll be fulfilled. But I'll be fulfilled. But I'll be
fulfilled. But I'll be fulfilled.
 

Director: All right, I wasn't as honest with you as I might have been. But you're alive.
            Look, you know I have my own way of producing results.
Li Ann: Yeah.
Director: And you have no choice but to accept this. That's why it works, Li Ann. That
            is the only way it works. Now, come on with me. I want you to tell me about
            Alexa. You know, there are aspects of her behaviour that I find...rather refreshing.
Are you as depressed as I am?
Victor: I don't know, it's just, it's so easy to believe what you're doing is right,
            no matter who gets hurt.
Mac: What are you thinking, that we're like McCoy and Alexa?
Victor: That's not something I want to admit, but... there's got to be a difference.
Mac: I hope there is.
Victor: Um, um...I'm sorry. I was, uh...wrong.
Mac; What?
Victor: I was, uh, wrong.
Mac: About what?
Victor: I forget.
Mac: Me too.
Victor: You know, maybe the only difference is McCoy's not asking himself these
            questions.

Music:
     Without you dreams are ended
     My shattered heart cannot be mended
     And so, my darling, it's goodbye