DARK ANGEL
Season One, Episode #7: "Blah Blah, Woof Woof"
First Aired 12/12/2000
(Max and Logan are playing chess in Logan's apartment. Logan is contemplating on his next move. He makes one after much hesitation.)
MAX: Finally. (makes a move)
LOGAN: She beats her retreat at the face of the Silician gamut. . .
MAX: Check.
(Logan tries to make a move)
MAX: Uh uh.
LOGAN: It's not checkmate. Can't be . . .
MAX: Afraid so.
LOGAN: Okay. . . so, uh, that's uh, four games to you.
MAX: Five.
LOGAN: Right, five. Isn't it against the superhuman code to use your powers to take advantage of we mere mortals?
MAX: Yeah, and I'm not done taking advantage, either. There's a stunt contest at Crash tonight. Thinking about pulling a Linda Blair. Ride my bike up on the ceiling or something. Wanna come?
LOGAN: No, thanks.
MAX: Oh, I forgot. No fun for Logan Cale. The world’s coming to an end. (gets up to put on her jacket) Fight the power. Protect the downtrodden. Blah blah, woof woof. See ya. (leaves)
LOGAN (suddenly feeling pain in his back): Ow.
(At Lydecker's headquarters, he is playing with Chinese medicine balls with one hand while another man on the computer makes a composition.)
LYDECKER: Raise the forehead a little bit, thin out the eyebrows. Make the cheekbones a little rounder. . . not so defined. And the lips . . . fuller.
COMPUTER GUY: Fuller?
LYDECKER: You heard me. Perfect.
(Lydecker hits a key on the keyboard. We see a WANTED flyer on the screen with a composite of Max. The flyer reads: Reward 50,000 and WANTED.)
(Opening Credits)
(At the Seattle police station)
POLICE CAPT. DALE: This reward you're offering -- it's a hell of a lot of money.
LYDECKER: Mr. Vogelsang was a valued operative. We'll do everything we can to find his killer.
DALE: And what if the girl goes to ground?
LYDECKER: Don't think she will.
DALE: She'll run, if she's smart. She'll try and get the hell out of the city.
LYDECKER: Well, she'll have to get through our checkpoints. This is where my men are. (hands Dale a copy of the WANTED flyer) I'd like one of these on every wall, every window and every lamppost in the city.
DALE: With this kind of money involved, every nutcase in this town is going to be more than happy to turn in his nearest and his dearest, just for his cut. (sits down) Besides which, this is going to take a lot of extra manpower but, you know, with the financial straits that the city's in . . .
LYDECKER: The agency appreciates your predicament.
DALE: Thank you, sir, uh . . . Then you understand where I'm coming from?
LYDECKER: Completely. I think I can help you. (pulls out his gun and points it at Dale, who puts his hands up in the air)
LYDECKER: You trying to elicit a bribe from a federal agent?
DALE: No, sir.
LYDECKER: Good, 'cause sometimes when you grease the palm, it makes the finger slippery.
DALE: Sir, you have the complete cooperation of my department. We're 100 percent at your disposal.
LYDECKER: All right, then. You're dismissed.
(Dale gets up and leaves)
(Jam Pony locker area. Original Cindy and Max are changing.)
ORIGINAL CINDY: That was one badass endo you spiked last night. How much you win, anyway?
MAX: 75 bucks.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Damn, girl, next time, my paper's on you.
(Original Cindy sees a male worker peeping at them. Max goes out after him, grabs him and pushes him against the lockers)
MAX: Hey! What did I say was going to happen if I caught you peeping again?
NORMAL: Hey, take it outside.
GUY: I can't help it, Max. You're so the bomb.
MAX: Kaboom! (knees the guy in the nuts and walks away)
ORIGINAL CINDY: Pervo!
(At the desk, Normal hands a package to Max)
NORMAL: No roughhousing on the premises. We're not insured for it.
MAX: South Market Street?
NORMAL: Yeah, I hope you're packing.
ORIGINAL CINDY (to Max): Want to have lunch?
MAX: Yeah. Meet you here at noon?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Cool.
MAX: All right.
(At South Market Street, Max is lining up to go through the sector checkpoint)
SECTOR POLICE (to the people ahead of her): I.D.?
(Inside checkpoint office, a copy of the WANTED flyer is coming through the fax machine.)
SECTOR POLICE (calling into the office): Hey, Jerry.
JERRY (comes out of the office with the flyer): What's up?
SECTOR POLICE: Look at this.
(The sector police hands over an ID for Jerry to check out)
MAX: Come on, guys. Girl's trying to earn a living here.
JERRY (to the sector policeman): Yeah, it's forged. Definitely.
SECTOR POLICE: Jim.
JIM: Yeah.
SECTOR POLICE: You're going downtown, pal.
(Max gets through checkpoint without the cops noticing her. She bikes around South Market Street to the package's destination. She gets off her bike to deliver the package, then sees the WANTED flyers on a poll. Next to the poll are two police officers and Max's bike is next to them. She quickly turns and walks the other way)
(Back at Jam Pony headquarters: Herbal Thought, Sketchy, and Original Cindy are looking at the WANTED flyer)
SKETCHY: I don't, I don't know. I'm just saying it kinda sorta of looks like her.
HERBAL: That paper there speaks of wicked things. Max is a righteous woman with no malice in her heart for no one.
ORIGINAL CINDY: I know my girl. She's a badass, straight up, but she's not a killer.
SKETCHY: I'm not saying she killed anybody. Just that . . . I see a resemblance.
ORIGINAL CINDY: No, no, what you think you're seeing is the 50 large reward in your pocket. But you better get your eyes right and double-quick, too. Otherwise, what you're going to be seein' is Original Cindy puttin' the smack down.
NORMAL: Hey, let's go, people. Lots of lonely packages out here crying out for a home. Move. Where the fire truck is Max? She should have been here an hour ago.
SKETCHY: I ain't seen her. Probably wouldn't recognize her if I did. (folds up the flyer and puts it away in his backpack)
NORMAL: What are you hiding back there?
SKETCHY: Nothing.
NORMAL: Get out of my sight.
(Sketchy walks away. Normal grabs the flyer from Sketchy's bag. He opens and looks at it and recognizes Max)
(Back at South Market Street, Max is calling Logan on the payphone.)
MAX: Come on, Logan, answer.
(A hoverdrone is flying by and Max turns away. There’s no answer. She sighs and hangs up the phone)
(In the hospital.)
DR. SAM CARR: Hey.
LOGAN: Here, Sam, let me start you off. "Logan, I've got some bad news."
CARR: You remember after the shooting, that we decided not to remove one of the bullet fragments because it was lodged so close to your spine?
LOGAN: It would have been too risky.
CARR: Right. Unfortunately, the fragment has migrated. That's what's causing the spasms. It's actually impacting on your spinal cord and if we don't get it out of there it could keep moving and cause more damage.
LOGAN: Worst case scenario?
CARR: You could end up quadriplegic. Maybe even on a respirator.
LOGAN: Looks like I'm going under the knife again.
CARR: Operating in that area, it's inherently risky. You've got three major arteries. They're right there so there's always the chance of bleed out. And removing that fragment could result in nerve damage as well, though probably not as severe as what we're looking at if we do nothing and further migration occurs. So . . .
LOGAN: Let's do it.
CARR: Okay. I'll set it up for tomorrow morning.
LOGAN: Thanks, doc.
CARR: Get some rest.
(Logan puts on his jacket and feels more pain in his back.)
(Back in South Street Market. Max is walking around. Two guys are looking at the WANTED flyer on a pole)
GUY #1: Oh, yeah, she's a killer, all right.
GUY #2: Word up, man.
GUY #1: You know what I'm saying?
(Max walks by)
GUY #2: Yo, check it out.
GUY #1: Hey, baby, you got the time? 'Cause I got the place, you know what I'm saying?
(Max turns around to give them a withering stare, then continues walking)
GUY #1: Nah, don't be shy, I was . . .
(Guy #1 turns around and looks at the flyer again, recognizing her)
(Max is walking towards the exit checkpoint and an officer holding a flyer calls out to her)
POLICE OFFICER: Hey! Yeah, you.
(Max turns around)
POLICER OFFICER: Come here.
MAX: What is it, officer?
(The police officer shows Max the WANTED flyer.)
MAX: Oh, no, not her again, man. She's been dissing me all day. I got stopped twice already. (The police officer gets ready to radio for back up) Come on, she doesn't even look like me. Look at how thin she is. Can you say "eating disorder"? (hits the officer with her elbow and knocks him down)
GUY #1: Oh, it is her, man.
MAX (walks past the guys): Boo!
(Getting up from the ground, the police officer reports what just happened on his radio)
POLICE OFFICER: This is Kirby. That ten-zero-seven. She's on South Market.
(Back at Lydecker's headquarters, a man gets off the phone)
MAN: We have a confirmed sighting on south Market.
LYDECKER: How confirmed?
MAN: She took out a policeman without breaking a sweat.
LYDECKER (in the walkie-talkie): All tac-units, this is command. Target is known to be in South Market. Establish airtight perimeter and start site to site search. Box her in, and box her in fast.
(South Market Street. Max is walking and she sees the Manticore Hummers arriving. Manticore soldiers get out of the Hummers and spread out looking for Max, who ducks inside a building. At Jam Pony headquarters, Original Cindy calls Max's pager. It beeps and Max quickly silences it. A Manticore soldier nears where she is hiding. Max comes up and kicks the soldier down)
(At Logan's apartment, he has just gotten back from the hospital. He doesn't check his answering machine, where there is a message from Max. Back on South Market Street Zack sees the WANTED flyer on a poll)
MAN (on a cell phone): Yeah, he coughed up the juice. I had to break his thumb first, but hey. Hey, hold on, I got to whiz.
(Max hits the man up against a fence and takes his cell phone)
MAX (into the cell phone): He's going to have to call you back.
(Jam Pony headquarters)
NORMAL: Sketchy, get over here. I need you to man the desk.
SKETCHY: Me?
NORMAL: Yes, I have something important I need to do.
(Zack walks in)
NORMAL: Wow, you got a lot of nerve showing your face in here, pal.
ZACK: Where's Max?
NORMAL: Well, she didn't come back from her morning run. Imagine that. I had some high hopes for you, pal but you just turned out to be like all the rest, didn't you? Just a great big, fat goose egg.
ZACK: Cindy.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Well, what have we got here?
ZACK: I'm looking for Max.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Welcome to the club.
(The phone rings and Original Cindy answers it)
ORIGINAL CINDY: Yeah?
MAX: It's me.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Max. (Zack grabs the phone) Uh!
ZACK: Max, it's Zack.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Who?
MAX: Zack, what are you doing there?
ZACK: Never mind that. We got to get you out of town.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Would somebody mind telling me what's going on here?
(In Logan's apartment, he is taking his pills)
ZACK: Knock, knock. You shouldn't leave your window open if you don't want visitors.
LOGAN: So I've been told. What brings you back to Seattle?
ZACK (shows Logan the WANTED flyer): You think I'd let Max take the rap for something I did?
(Back in South Market Street)
MAN (on radio): Control, this is delta four. No sign of her yet.
LYDECKER: Roger, delta four. Turn the place inside out. Evacuate if you have to. I want her found.
(At the Police Station)
DET. MATT SUNG (on the phone): Logan, you don't have to convince me. You say she didn't do it, she didn't do it. But I can tell you no one's picked her up yet.
(Logan in his car with Zack at the South Market Street entrance checkpoint)
LOGAN (on his cell phone): Great. So what's the situation down there?
SUNG: It's a zoo. Every crank in the city's angling for that reward money. Last I heard, they're closing in on the suspect on South Market.
LOGAN: Okay, see if you can run interference for me.
SUNG: I'll try, but I'm just one guy.
LOGAN: Appreciate anything you can do.
SUNG: Yep.
(The detective hangs up the phone and walks away. Normal is sitting on a chair near Sung’s desk)
(Back in South Market Street)
SECTOR POLICE: Go ahead. Let him through.
(Logan drives the car in and stops to let Zack out)
LOGAN: Good luck.
ZACK: There's no such thing. Success depends on having a well-thought-out plan that's executed with precision.
LOGAN: Right.
(Zack gets out of the car with a backpack)
LOUDSPEAKER: As a reminder, any person caught assisting a known criminal will be subject to severe prosecution. Until further notice all places of business and vehicles are subject to search.
(Zack goes to the upper level of the market and assembles a launcher. He fires a rope into the middle frame structure of the market)
(Back at the police station)
SUNG: Mr. Ronald?
NORMAL: Yep, that's me. Hey, i just want to say that I admire the work that you fellas are doing keeping the streets safe for average citizens like myself.
SUNG: I understand you have some information for us.
NORMAL: Right. Got it--business at hand. Yes, uh, uh, I'm reaching out to do you guys a solid on this female perp.
SUNG: Excuse me?
NORMAL: The skell who works for me -- Jam Pony -- her name is Max.
SUNG: Let's not tell the whole world, okay? Not with 50 large on the line.
NORMAL: Hey, I'm not doing this for the reward money. . . About how much did you say it was?
SUNG: Maybe you better come with me, Mr. Ronald.
(In South Market Street, Zack walks back to the car and gets in.)
LOGAN: All set?
ZACK: Would I have come back here if everything wasn't all set?
LOGAN: It's a figure of speech.
(Logan drives the car up to the checkpoint)
SECTOR POLICE: Hold up. Sector pass.
(Logan hands the pass over)
SECTOR POLICE: Open the hatch. (goes to check the trunk)
LOGAN (under his breath): Come on. Come on.
(Max looks at her watch from her hiding place in another part of the market)
MAX: Show time.
(Back at the checkpoint)
SECTOR POLICE: You're free to go.
LOGAN: Thanks.
(Logan drives the car out)
(Max runs to the upper level of the market. The Manticore soldiers see her)
MANTICORE SOLDIER: Hey, there she is. Stop! Hold your fire!
(They are shooting at her. Max runs to the rope that Zack had left and swings from the upper level of the market to the top of a bus at the checkpoint. She then jumps onto Logan's car and gets in. He speeds out of South Market)
ANOTHER SOLDIER: Stop that vehicle! Get the trucks! Move, move, move!
(Inside Logan's car)
LOGAN: You okay?
MAX: Yep. We used to play this game all the time at Manticore -- escape and evade.
ZACK: You were always good at it.
MAX (to Logan): You okay?
LOGAN: Yeah, fine.
MAX: You don't look so good.
LOGAN: I was up late. So, my family has a cabin about 30 miles north of here. You guys can stay there tonight.
ZACK: Then we cross the border into Canada and never look back.
(Lydecker's headquarters)
MAN: Sir, we have a confirm from the alpha team that the suspect is no longer in South Market.
LYDECKER: What?
MAN: She got over the perimeter fence and jumped into some kind of vehicle.
LYDECKER (sighs and slams down his clipboard): Find her.
(At the police station Sung and Normal are in an interrogation room)
SUNG: So, what makes you think this girl is the perp?
NORMAL: Well, the female's striking physical resemblance is what initially caught my attention. At first, I didn't want to believe it was her but, uh, you know, the more I thought about it the more I realized it was possible. She has a real bad attitude and quite a temper which she demonstrated this morning as a matter of fact, so . . . I-I just felt it was my civic duty to step forward before she kills again.
SUNG: What if you're wrong? What if she didn't do it?
NORMAL: Well, she walks. No harm, no foul.
SUNG: You know, I'm getting the sense that you are not a man to be taken lightly. Am i right about that, Mr. Ronald? Are you not a man to be taken lightly?
NORMAL: Uh . . . Mmm . . . Yeah. I mean, no. Uh . . . Uh, yeah, I most certainly am . . . not.
SUNG: That's what I thought. That's why I brought you in here. The fact is, Mr. Ronald, if you know this girl and if you can identify her, your life is in great . . . great . . . danger. (Normal snorts dismissively) I'm serious.
NORMAL: Hmm . . .
(In Logan's car, "Valse triste" by Sibelius is playing)
MAX: What are we listening to?
LOGAN: Sibelius.
MAX: It's sad.
LOGAN: Yeah.
(Back at Jam Pony Headquarters, it is party time. Chaos reigns with Sketchy in charge)
SKETCHY: It's anarchy out there, man. I call out runs and they just ignore me. I mean, I never thought I'd say this but, uh, Normal's got it tough back here. Maybe I ain't man enough to fill his shoes.
HERBAL: Um, you got to take comfort in the words of the great Bob Marley: "Me don't swim too tough so me don't go out in water too deep."
SKETCHY: That just didn't help me out at all.
HERBAL: Give I and I a package, man.
SKETCHY: Thanks, man.
HERBAL: Easy.
(Logan drives up to and stops at a cabin.)
LOGAN: Here we are.
(Zack gets out of the car and walks to Logan’s window.)
LOGAN: Here you go. (hands Zack the key to the cabin)
ZACK: Thanks for helping out.
LOGAN: I'd wish you good luck, but . . .
(Zack leaves to go inside the cabin, leaving Max and Logan alone in the car.)
LOGAN: He's a fun guy.
MAX: You should see him get his drink on at the X5 reunions.
LOGAN: You're going to be okay?
MAX: Oh, yeah. I'll be better than okay. It's the way I'm made. It's you I'm worried about.
LOGAN: I'll miss you.
MAX: You could always ditch it all and go on the lam with me. Great way to visit exotic places, meet new people.
LOGAN: I'd just slow you down.
MAX: It's okay.
LOGAN: I have to go back. Someone has to watch out for the downtrodden. Blah blah, woof woof, right?
MAX: Right.
LOGAN: Take care of yourself.
MAX: You, too.
(Max gets out of the Aztek and walks away. She stops and comes back to give Logan a long kiss through the car window)
LOGAN: Just go.
(In Logan's apartment, he is staring out the window. It is raining outside)
BLING: I'm making tea. What's your preference?
LOGAN: Belladonna, mandrake . . . Anything in the opium family.
BLING: Might want to think about getting some rest. Got a big day tomorrow.
LOGAN: I can't sleep.
BLING: Miss her, don't you?
LOGAN: It's that obvious, huh?
BLING: Get this surgery behind you maybe you can go raft up with her.
LOGAN: No, it was the right thing to do -- let her go. For a thousand different reasons. And I always do the right thing, right?
(Up at the cabin, Max is also staring out the window into the rain. She walks to the couch and sits down. Zack brings in 2 glasses and a bottle of wine.)
MAX: Thought you'd want to get moving. Bang over the border into Canada before dawn.
ZACK: We've got a secure night's lodgings. Might as well take advantage.
(Zack pours some wine into the two glasses and gives one to Max.)
ZACK: Here's to you finally doing the smart thing and getting out of Seattle.
MAX: Right.
ZACK: I remember the morning of the escape, getting into Cheyenne around 7:00 A.M. The streets were just starting to fill with people -- not soldiers or doctors, just regular people on their way to work. It scared the hell out of me. As far as I was concerned, they were all the enemy and I was completely outnumbered.
MAX: I know the feeling.
ZACK: I climbed up onto the roof of an office building in downtown to lay low just as the sun was coming up. It was my first morning as a free man. The whole world looked different.
MAX: It was like it was in color all of a sudden.
ZACK: I know I've been hard on you, Max, but I'm just trying to keep you safe.
MAX: I know. (Zack reaches out and sweeps a piece of Max’s hair off her face.)
ZACK: You're going to miss him, aren't you?
MAX: You think that's stupid.
ZACK: No. A part of me wants the same things -- friends . . . a place where I belong . . . someone to care about.
MAX: Thought it was a sentimental lie.
ZACK: Even I have my moments of weakness.
(Back in the police station interrogation room)
NORMAL: You know, I appreciate your concern for my safety, detective but I've been locked in this room for a very long time and I got to go to the bathroom very, very badly. Very badly.
SUNG: Well, I've got some good news. We've been looking into this suspect and our fears that you were in some danger are unfounded.
NORMAL: Well, better to be safe than sorry. I'll just be running along then.
SUNG: Not so fast. There's another matter we need to discuss, Mr. Ronald.
NORMAL: Another matter?
SUNG: Don't play games with me. You know what I'm talking about. Unpaid speeding tickets from two years ago. They've gone to warrant.
NORMAL: Yeah, there's got to be some mistake because I don't own a car.
SUNG: Well, I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Ronald except that you are under arrest.
NORMAL: Ay-yi . . . Listen, if you think you can squeeze my shoes like some dirtbag skell you're a hump going sideways into a big-time jackpot! But it's your world, detective!
(Normal gets put into a jail cell)
NORMAL: For the love of Mike. (sees a big thug next to him in the cell) Terrific.
(Next morning in Logan's apartment, Bling is looking for Logan.)
BLING: Logan? Oh, my God.
(We see Logan collapsed on the table with a glass knocked over. Bling goes to get some help. At the same moment, Max is startled awake in the cabin. Next, Logan is brought into the hospital on a gurney goes to the hospital)
DR. SAM CARR: What happened?
PARAMEDIC: Found him unconscious at the scene. No sign of head trauma.
CARR: He's tachy. What's his pressure?
PARAMEDIC: BP's 80 and falling.
CARR: Okay, he's got to be bleeding from somewhere. Let's get him to O.R.
(They bring Logan into surgery. At the cabin, Max gets up.)
(Back at the hospital, Logan’s cell phone rings. Bling answers the call while watching Logan's surgery through the window)
BLING: Hello.
MAX: Bling? What are you doing with Logan's phone?
BLING: Hey, Max.
MAX: Is he all right? Can I talk to him?
BLING: He can't talk right now.
MAX: What's wrong?
HOSPITAL P.A.: Dr. Clark to E.R.
MAX: Why are you at a hospital? Tell me.
BLING: He's been having some problems lately. He collapsed this morning at home. They're operating on him now.
MAX: What hospital?
BLING: Metro Medical. Listen, Max . . .
(Max puts down the phone and goes out)
ZACK: Where you going?
BLING (on the phone): Max?
(Zack follows Max outside of the cabin)
MAX: I'm going back.
ZACK: No way.
MAX: I need to be there for him.
ZACK: The mission is to get you over the border and into safe territory.
MAX: Yeah, well, I'm changing the mission.
ZACK: Don't be crazy. Lydecker's got the entire city looking for you.
MAX: Out of my way or I go through you. What's it going to be?
ZACK: You going to take me on? Huh, Maxie? Go ahead. (grabs Max by her coat collar) Go ahead. (wraps his arm around Max's neck into a headlock) Get your head in the game, soldier.
(Zack kicks Max down to the ground. Max leaps over him backwards. They fight)
MAX: Think I'm not in the game? (knocks him down) Think again.
ZACK: Okay.
(Max walks away)
ZACK: Do what you want but don't think you're going to make it back out of there. You're throwing away your freedom.
MAX: Consider it a moment of weakness.
(Back at the hospital during Logan's surgery.)
DR. SAM CARR: I need suction. (Blood starts to squirt out) Whoa, we got a bleeder. Clamp. Sponge. Hang another four units of AB-neg.
NURSE: We're already on our last two.
CARR: All right, somebody get on the phone right now to the blood bank. We need more. Clamp. Oh, God.
(Max hitches a ride on a truck, then jumps off it and enters the hospital. She can be seen on the hospital security cameras as she walks through the halls)
(In Logan's hospital room)
NURSE: Blood pressure's still dropping.
CARR: Give him ten of morphine. Keep him comfortable. (Max enters the room) I'm sorry, you can't be in here.
MAX: Is he dying?
CARR: We can't discuss that right here.
MAX: Just tell me. Is he dying?
CARR: He's lost a lot of blood. He won't make it without a transfusion.
MAX: So transfuse him.
CARR: It's not that simple. The blood banks are tapped out. Logan is AB-negative. It's the hardest type to find. I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do.
HOSPITAL P.A.: Paging Dr. Carr. Please dial the operator Dr. Carr.
CARR (to the nurse): Why don't you take a minute? (leaves)
NURSE: I'll be right outside. (leaves)
(Max takes off her jacket and hooks up the tubes to transfer blood)
MAX: Lucky for you I'm a universal donor. People at Manticore figured it'd be handy if their genetically enhanced killing machines could swap blood in a pinch. (The blood starts to transfer) If you die on me, I'll kick your ass.
(Max is feeling weak, so she closes her eyes and lays her head on Logan's chest. She goes into a dream sequence with Sibelius' "Valse Triste" playing in the background. There are little white lights all around in a prom-style room. Max is wearing a gorgeous white gown. Logan is wearing a suit in his wheelchair)
MAX: Dance with me.
LOGAN: I can't.
MAX: Sure, you can. Mind over matter.
LOGAN: See, my problem is I can't walk.
MAX: I'm not asking you to walk. Just dance.
(Logan stands up and pushes his wheelchair back)
LOGAN: Whose dream is this, anyway, yours or mine?
MAX: Don't ask me.
(They dance staring into each other’s eyes)
LOGAN: You okay?
MAX: Yeah. Just a little dizzy.
LOGAN: Do you want to stop?
MAX: No. Don't let go.
LOGAN: I won't.
MAX: Promise?
LOGAN: I promise.
MAX: Logan . . .
(They are about to kiss, but the dream sequence comes to a end.)
MAX (mumbles): Don't leave me.
(Footsteps approach and a hospital security guy points a guy to the back of Max's head. There are also several other guards in the room)
SECURITY: Going to need you to stand up very slowly and put your hands in the air.
CARR (comes in): What the hell's going on here? Oh, my God. What are you doing? (takes the needle out of Max’s arm)
MAX: Did it work?
(Security is pulling Max away)
NURSE: BP is 110/90.
CARR: What?
MAX: Did it work? Did it work?!
(Security takes Max away)
GUARD: Have a unit standing by.
(Back at Lydecker's Headquarters)
MAN: It's Captain Swanstrom on five. Says it's important.
LYDECKER (on speaker phone): Lydecker . . . What sort of good news? I'll be right over.
(Down at the police station we see a jail cell full of women. Max is in there.)
LYDECKER: What do you got?
CAPT. SWANSTROM: We got your killer.
LYDECKER: Where is she?
SWANSTROM: He's in a holding cell.
LYDECKER: Must be a mistake.
SWANSTROM: It's no mistake. He gave us details from the crime scene and he produced the murder weapon.
LYDECKER: Where is he?
SWANSTROM: This way. Call off the 10-07 on the girl.
(At the women's cell, a police officer is letting the women go.)
OFFICER: Okay, let's go. Everybody out.
MAX: What's going on?
OFFICER: Perp confessed. You're free to go. Let's go.
(Outside police station, a handcuffed Zack is walking with the police. Max watches him sadly. He looks back at her. Detective Sung sees Max.)
RADIO: All units be advised. Shift rotations back to normal.
MANTICORE SOLDIER: If he keeps fighting, hog-tie him. Get going. Aircraft waiting.
SUNG (to Max): Just go.
(Lydecker and another man are sitting in a Manticore Hummer.)
MAN: There's a chopper at the airport standing by to take him back to Manticore.
LYDECKER: Not what we hoped for but not a bad day's catch, either.
MAN: What about the girl? Swanstrom called off the search.
LYDECKER: We've worn out our welcome with the Seattle P.D. Besides, she's long gone. He sacrificed himself for nothing. I thought I'd taught him better.
(Jam Pony Headquarters. Normal walks in)
NORMAL: Hey!
SKETCHY (hugs him): I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life.
NORMAL: Yes, well, I have to say I'm glad to be here myself, actually. Let go of me. Let go of me now. Thank you.
SKETCHY: Um, ok, I did the best I could, but these people are a bunch of slackers, bums and weirdoes.
NORMAL: Right. Tell me about it.
SKETCHY: I don't know how you put up with it, man.
NORMAL: Right. Neither do I. Back to the pit with the rest of the cretins. (hands Sketchy a package) 729 Campbell. Where the fire truck is Max?
(At the hospital in Logan's room, Max is eating his food. Logan wakes up.)
LOGAN: Hi.
MAX: I figured you'd be napping all day so I ate your lunch.
LOGAN: Hospital food -- one thing even the pulse couldn't manage to make worse.
MAX: How are you feeling?
LOGAN: Pretty good, considering. Must be all this supercharged Manticore blood I got in me.
MAX: I still can't believe it . . . That he'd let himself be taken back there on my account.
LOGAN: He cares about you... And I don't mean like a brother.
MAX: I got to get back to work. (gets up, humming Sibelius' "Valse Triste" )
LOGAN: That's the music.
MAX: From . . . the car?
LOGAN: Right. From the car.
MAX: You know about what happened . . .
LOGAN: After the car.
MAX: I was real emotional with all that was going on.
LOGAN: I know.
MAX: It's not like . . .
LOGAN: Me, neither.
MAX: I mean . . .
LOGAN: Exactly.
MAX: So long as that's clear.
LOGAN: I'm glad we talked about it.
MAX: Me, too. See ya.
LOGAN: Later.
(Max leaves with the "Valse Triste" music playing in the background. There is a shot of someone putting up a flyer over the WANTED flyers on a post. Everything is back to normal. Max goes back to Jam Pony locker area)
NORMAL: Well, well, well. Look who decided to come in today.
MAX: Don't bust my chops, Normal, or I might snap and kill again.
(The television at Jam Pony)
TV REPORTER: We interrupt this program to bring you news of a fatal air accident in the Cascade Mountains. The helicopter was en route from Seattle airport and was rumored to be carrying a prisoner wanted on a federal warrant. The cause of the accident is under investigation. There is an unconfirmed report of gunfire at the scene of the crash but police say no survivors were found on the doomed aircraft.
(Max sits on top of the Space Needle, reflecting)
MAX: He always said he'd rather die than go back to Manticore. Maybe I'm conning myself or maybe I just know who Zack is and what he's capable of but I can't help feeling that he survived somehow and that he's out there. So, here I am back in this broken city and as long as I'm here he will always know where to find me.