DARK ANGEL
Season One, Episode #8: "Out"
First Aired 1/9/2000
(In his apartment, Logan is working on the computer. Gerhardt Bronck's picture is on the computer screen.)
BLING: Don't you think you ought to get going?
LOGAN: Something's not adding up here.
BLING: You can bring down Gerhardt Bronck's evil empire tomorrow. Tonight, you've got a date.
LOGAN: It's not a date.
BLING: She's making you dinner.
LOGAN: Well . . . I gotta figure this thing out so I'm just going to have to cancel.
BLING: At the last minute?
LOGAN (picks up the phone): I have work to do. Max'll understand.
BLING: No, she won't. She's female, in case you hadn't noticed.
LOGAN (puts the phone down): Fine. I'll just reorganize my entire life because some girl wants to cook dinner for me.
BLING: That's kind of how it works. How civilization happened . . . And she's not some girl.
LOGAN: Tell me about it.
(At Kendra and Max's apartment. Max finishes lighting some candles and starts to set the table. Kendra is cooking on the stove.)
KENDRA: And when the water starts to boil, you put the pasta in.
MAX: I hope I can pull this off.
KENDRA: Max, you can do this. I've watched you tear down and rebuild a motorcycle in under two hours.
MAX: Different skill set.
KENDRA: Trust me -- after Logan tastes this tricolore sauce I whipped up, he will be your sex slave.
MAX: We don't have that kind of relationship.
KENDRA: Yet.
MAX: I'm just reciprocating for all the times he's cooked for me.
(Kendra holds up a bottle of virgin olive oil)
KENDRA: Okay, but answer me one question, though: where did you find cold-pressed virgin olive oil from Tuscany in this economy?
MAX: I broke into the Italian embassy.
KENDRA: I'm going to disappear so you can take all the credit here.
(Kendra opens the door to leave and sees Logan on his cell phone)
KENDRA: Hi.
LOGAN (on the phone): Where? When?
KENDRA: Great seeing you. (leaves)
LOGAN (on the phone): Okay. Thanks.
(Logan closes his cell phone and calls out down the hall)
LOGAN: Hey, Kendra.
(Logan enters the apartment)
MAX: Hey. Did you bring the wine?
LOGAN: Yeah. Um . . . listen . . . (gives Max a bottle of wine) That was a contact of mine.
MAX (taking of the wine): Pre-pulse. Nice.
LOGAN: He gave me a tip on that guy Bronck, the one who's ripping off the city's blood supply and moving it out of the country.
MAX: These okay? I don't have any wineglasses.
(Max shows Logan two glasses that don't match to Logan. One glass is blue and the other one is clear)
LOGAN: Yeah, they're fine. But we need to get out to Furrow Airfield to do recon.
MAX: I'll swing out tomorrow after work. Hope you like pasta tricolore.
LOGAN: I love it, but tomorrow's no good because we got to go . . .
(Max uses a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine.)
LOGAN: No! Don't do that.
MAX (hands Logan the bottle): You're right. You should do it. I always break the cork.
LOGAN: No, no. I just mean that it'll go bad if we don't drink it right away.
MAX: Oh. I'm game if you are.
LOGAN: Max! Haven't you heard a word that I've said? We got to do this tonight.
MAX: Okay, I'll put the pasta on.
LOGAN: We got to go, now.
MAX: Now?
LOGAN: Yeah, now! So, you know, get changed or whatever and I'll wait for you downstairs.
(Inside Logan's car)
LOGAN: Part of the reason Bronck's been so 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 is staring into space and looks upset)
LOGAN: Max! This is important. There are people in hospitals all over the city who are dying because of what Bronck's doing. I almost died.
MAX: I had your back on that, remember?
LOGAN: Yeah, well, not everybody has a genetically-engineered universal donor looking out for them.
MAX: What kind of security am I going to be running into?
LOGAN: According to my source, next to nothing. Bronck is either trying to keep a low profile or he's so insulated by the cops he doesn't need to worry.
MAX: Let's get this bitch over with. (gets out of the van and slams the door)
(On the air base, Max gets in through an open window. There is a security guard patrolling the area, holding a flashlight. Max goes inside the office. She sees a container of candy and takes some candy to eat. There are tons of teen magazines, hair accessories, lollipops, and candies on the counter. She then walks around the base carelessly blowing on bubblegum. The guard is nearby so Max steps around a corner to hide)
MAX (pops a bubblegum bubble)
GUARD: Hey! You there!
(Max runs and breaks through a window to get out. Men are shooting at her. Max runs towards the planes. There's a plane moving and Max swings onto the wing. Then she gets off and jumps over the fence into a pile of mud. When she stands up, she is all dirty and her face is splattered with mud. Logan drives up and Max gets in and slams the door. He stares at her)
MAX: Don't even think of speaking to me.
(Opening credits)
(Back at Logan's apartment, Max has showered and is walking around wrapped in a towel)
MAX: You said there'd hardly be any security.
LOGAN: My guy screwed up.
MAX: No kidding.
LOGAN: Did you see any refrigeration equipment?
MAX (wrings the water out of her clothes): No.
LOGAN: Judging from the firepower we saw out there, Bronck's smuggling more than just medical supplies. The guy's got his fingers everywhere -- gunrunning, racketeering, prostitution. Anything could have been on that plane.
MAX: Great. I risk my life, and I don't even know what for.
LOGAN: My intelligence wasn't accurate. It won't happen again.
MAX: Damn straight it won't. 'Cause I'm done.
LOGAN: What do you mean, done? This guy's up to something very bad, Max. I can feel it.
MAX: Not my problem.
LOGAN: That's a pretty selfish way of looking at things.
MAX: Yeah, well, we can't all be obsessed with saving the freakin' world.
LOGAN: I'm not obsessed.
MAX: It's all you think about. All you ever talk about.
LOGAN: At least I care about other people.
MAX: You care about strangers anyway.
LOGAN: What about our quid pro quo? You still want me to look into the Manticore stuff?
MAX: Don't bother. Looking for those kids has gotten me nothing but trouble.
LOGAN: You can't let go of Manticore any more than I can let go of Eyes Only. It's who we are.
MAX: If you think that you were put on this earth to be the world's most pissed off TV news reporter and hide behind some silly red, white and blue Halloween mask, then I feel sorry for you.
LOGAN: If you think you were put on this earth to be the world's biggest cynic and hide behind some tough-ass attitude, then I feel sorry for you.
MAX: You know what, Logan? How about a new quid pro quo? Don't call me; I won't call you.
(Max leaves with her clothes in hand)
(At Jam Pony Headquarters, Normal is flossing is teeth at the front desk)
SKETCHY: What is up with Normal this morning? He's flossing, literally.
HERBAL: Something strange is going on. He smells like lilacs.
ORIGINAL CINDY: I heard him tell Peabo he was splitting from work early.
SKETCHY: Normal's leaving work early? Now, there's a first.
MAX: Why is it guys are all so task-oriented? I mean, it's work, work, work, work, work.
SKETCHY: 'Cause otherwise, all we'd think about is sex, sex, sex, sex, sex. Maybe Normal's got a date.
ORIGINAL CINDY: That's just a bizarre thought -- Normal getting busy with someone.
(They all take a look at Normal who is busy grooming himself)
HERBAL: Do we really think he has a woman?
SKETCHY: There's something going on.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Max, let's go check it out.
MAX: All right.
(Max and Original Cindy go up to Normal's desk.)
ORIGINAL CINDY: You look nice today.
NORMAL: Ahh, thank you.
MAX: Going to a funeral?
NORMAL: No.
MAX (sniffs) Lilac.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Mmm. So how come you're all macked out like a playa playa?
NORMAL: The reason it's called a personal life is 'cause it's personal. (hands a package to Max)
NORMAL: Here. Hot run, 930 Iliff. Beat it. Away you go.
BOTH MAX AND ORIGINAL CINDY TOGETHER: Booty call.
(At the park Detective Matt Sung is handing pictures of Bronck to Logan)
SUNG: It's Gerhardt Bronck and one of his operatives. Bronck's street muscle collecting protection money which is being laundered through this place.
LOGAN: Pretty pictures. But Eyes Only is not going to move on this unless we give him some supporting documentation.
SUNG: It's all there.
LOGAN: Where'd you get this?
SUNG: One of my sources in the D.A.'s office. They dropped the case -- lack of evidence, supposedly.
LOGAN: Smells like a buy off.
SUNG: Have you figured out what Bronck's smuggling out of the country?
LOGAN: Not yet, but there's enough here for Eyes Only to amp up the pressure on him publicly and embarrass him. People start paying attention, maybe he makes a mistake.
SUNG: What did you find out last night at the airstrip?
LOGAN: When some girls don't eat dinner they get real cranky.
(At the girls' apartment, Kendra and Max are having tea)
MAX: Men. They just don't have the mental or emotional capacity to make a real connection.
KENDRA: You're better off kicking it with some gorgeous slow-witted stud who you can send on his way.
MAX: I'm swearing off the whole gender.
KENDRA: I tried that. You will so hate your life.
(Kendra grabs the address Rollodex and flips through it)
KENDRA: 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. Six foot four, eyes like the ocean.
MAX: Thanks but no thanks. See you at Crash tonight?
KENDRA: I'll be there.
(Max leaves. Kendra looks at Sven’s card and picks up the phone)
(At Logan's apartment, Bling is doing physiotherapy with Logan. He is lifting Logan's leg.)
BLING: . . . seven . . . eight . . . nine . . . Come on, you can do it. . . ten.
LOGAN: Ah!
BLING: Rest a couple of minutes then we'll finish.
LOGAN: No. I'm done.
BLING: Two more sets.
LOGAN: I said I'm done.
BLING: Want to tell me what's going on with you today?
LOGAN: Same thing that's going on with me every day. Reps and more reps and pep talks about patience and mind over matter, and I'm sick of it.
BLING: What, you and Max have a spat? Now you're feeling sorry for yourself?
LOGAN: Max has nothing to do with it. My legs don't work and that's never going to change.
BLING: If I ever hear you talk like that again I will beat on your skinny ass, wheelchair or no wheelchair. You understand? Let's go again.
(Bling starts lifting Logan's leg again)
BLING: One . . . two . . .
(Mellow jazz is playing in a restaurant where Normal is waiting for his date)
WAITER JORGE: Mr. Ronald. So happy to see you. (Jorge goes to take away the second set of table settings)
NORMAL: Hold the phone, Jorge.
JORGE: You do not dine alone tonight?
NORMAL: No, I do not dine alone.
JORGE: A lady, perhaps?
NORMAL: I'll say. (A blond women walks up to the table) Hi, Louise.
LOUISE: Have you been waiting long?
(Normal gives Louise a kiss on the cheek)
NORMAL: Only a lifetime.
(Normal helps Louise with her chair)
LOUISE: This place is so interesting.
NORMAL: It's an old haunt. I met Jorge when I was doing my Ph.D. at Harvard. He ran a bistro in the square back then. But, well, we all have our tales of woe.
LOUISE: You have a Ph.D.?
NORMAL: Yes, several.
LOUISE: You really are a remarkable man, Reagan.
NORMAL: Please call me Ray. But enough about me. I want to hear your story. The first two acts left me wanting so much more.
LOUISE: Not much else to tell, really. Just a girl from the Midwest trying to get by in a broken world.
NORMAL: And doing so with style and grace.
LOUISE: You're sweet.
(Jorge brings two wineglasses and pours some wine into them)
JORGE: Jorge's best. For Mr. Ronald . . . and his beautiful . . .
NORMAL: Thank you.
JORGE: . . . lady friend.
NORMAL: Thank you.
JORGE: Enjoy.
BOTH LOUISE AND NORMAL: Thank you.
(Normal raises his glass for a toast)
NORMAL: To our second date.
(Moments later, now Louise and Normal are dancing.)
NORMAL: I got to tell you when I first saw you at that sector checkpoint I didn't think a guy like me could be a dog walker for a gal like you.
LOUISE: Stop. I can't believe a man like you is unattached.
NORMAL: I've been waiting for a long time for the right someone to come along.
(Louise and Normal kiss)
(At Crash, Max is talking to Original Cindy)
MAX: I don't understand these women who need a man to make themselves feel complete.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Put the bullet right here.
(Kendra shows up with two guys)
KENDRA: Surprise, surprise. Max, this is Sven.
SVEN: Hello, Mac.
MAX: Hi.
KENDRA: Sometimes a tight six-pack and a good set of shoulders helps take the edge off.
(Eyes Only comes on the TV screen at Crash)
EYES ONLY: Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a streaming freedom video bulletin. . .
MAX: Actually, I'm not really into partying right now. (leaves)
EYES ONLY: ...cannot be traced. It cannot be stopped. . .
SVEN: Bye, Mac.
EYES ONLY: and it is the only free voice left in this city. There is a cancer spreading through the northwest and its name is Gerhardt Bronck.
(We now see Logan in his appartment making this broadcast)
LOGAN (as Eyes Only): 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.
(At Bronck's headquarters where Bronck and his men are watching Eyes Only on TV)
KIDNIE KK (BRONCK HENCHMEN 1): That is not good -- him jamming us up like that on television.
BRONCK: This is exactly what we wanted to happen.
KIDNIE KK: What if the DA sees it and comes after us?
BRONCK: The DA doesn't unzip his fly without checking with me.
KIDNIE KK: Still, bad publicity.
BRONCK: Who gives a rat's ass as long as it gives us Eyes Only? So which of these three cops we've set up thinks he's a Boy Scout?
DARCY LAURIE DNARDIS (BRONCK HENCHMEN 2): The Korean guy, Matt Sung. You want us to pick him up?
BRONCK: No. He's got to be communicating with Eyes Only through an intermediary. I 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. (shuts off the TV)
(Jam Pony Headquarters. Jorge comes in with Louise's purse)
NORMAL: Jorge!
JORGE: Your young lady friend left her purse last night.
NORMAL: That's so sweet. You didn't have to come all the way over here. I could have sent one of my kids.
JORGE: For an old friend, good customer and his beautiful female companion -- no problem.
NORMAL: Oh, thank you, amigo. Very sweet. All right, we'll see you tonight, okay? 7:00, regular table.
JORGE: Adios.
NORMAL: Adios.
(In the locker area of Jam Pony)
MAX (to Sketchy): I mean, you never hear women talking about leaving a legacy or worrying about their place in history. What's that about? It's like your entire gender think they're on some mission.
ORIGINAL CINDY: It is hurting on my brain, trying to figure out who on earth would go out with Normal.
SKETCHY: There's a lot of freaks out there. So, who's coming with me on this run? Well, come on, guys. Clemson Street is deep in Rydin’ Forties turf.
MAX: So?
SKETCHY: So there's permanent gang wars going on down there. Please?
MAX: You are such a wuss. Let's go.
(Normal gives a package to Original Cindy.)
NORMAL: I have a run -- 4711 Kings Road.
ORIGINAL CINDY: I'm on break.
NORMAL: Whenever you get a chance.
ORIGINAL CINDY: You okay?
NORMAL: It's a personal run, so be nice.
(Max and Sketchy are riding on their bikes through Rydin’ Forties turf.)
SKETCHY: In defense of my gender, women come into the world with a mission, which is to make offspring. Men have to find a mission, create things. Um, space travel. Space travel, the carbureted bong. I personally know this guy who figured out a way to breathe through his anus by threading ordinary aquarium tubing inside his colon . . .
MAX: You know what? I am beginning to think that Normal's right -- you are an idiot.
(Max and Sketchy get off their bikes and knocks on a door. No one answers)
MAX: Come on. What's the number on this thing?
SKETCHY: It's 7657380423611.
MAX: Okay. I’ll call.
(The door opens)
GUY: What y'all want?
SKETCHY: Um, a package for Tacoma Bleed. Are you Mr. Bleed? It's a return-receipt request. I need a signature.
(Max and Sketchy go inside)
GUY: Yo, Bleed, a package.
SKETCHY: Need a signature, yo.
(Tacoma Bleed signs the form)
SKETCHY: Thanks.
(Max and Sketchy start to leave. Tacoma Bleed opens the box and finds a finger with a ring inside)
TACOMA BLEED: Hold up.
SKETCHY: Is that a finger?
TACOMA BLEED: Who sent this?
MAX: It was a pickup on the East Side.
GUY: Blunt Ryddin’ Kidz turf.
TACOMA BLEED: They got Li'l Throttle 'cause that's his ice. We got to go to war, dog.
MAX: Don't kill the messenger. We're just trying to get paid.
TACOMA BLEED: Check this out. You and Gilligan better get on up out of here 'cause starting right now anybody ain't claiming the same set as me is going down quick . . . and wet.
MAX: Great -- another man on a mission.
TACOMA BLEED: Yeah, right.
MAX (to Sketchy): Let's bounce. (They leave)
(At Logan's apartment, the phone rings)
LOGAN: Hello.
SUNG (on a payphone): Hey, Logan.
LOGAN: Hey, Matt. Your contact turn up anything else?
SUNG: I think your guy will be pleased.
LOGAN: Okay. Meet you in the park in an hour.
SUNG: All right.
(At Crash)
MAX: Sketchy, how did you manage to escape from being a male obsessed with his career?
SKETCHY: Hey, just because at present I happen to be stuck in a dead-end job with no prospects doesn't mean I don't have larger ambitions. I'd like to run my own business someday, you know. Something like Power Nipple.
ORIGINAL CINDY (sits down): 911, 'cause Mommy's got the 411 on Normal's shortie.
MAX: Do tell.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Okay. So, Original Cindy's en route to sister girl's crib to deliver her purse, aiight? Then I think to myself "What kind of female forgets her purse?" I wrestle my conscience for a minute. Then I decide to take a peek.
MAX: You went into her purse?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Hell, yeah! You want to know everything about a female, where do you look?
SKETCHY: That's like invasion of privacy.
MAX: Crossing the line, if you ask me.
ORIGINAL CINDY: You want to know what I found out or what?
MAX: Spill it.
SKETCHY: Immediately.
ORIGINAL CINDY: So, Original Cindy finds a prescription made out for Louise Klein for Premarin.
SKETCHY: What's that?
MAX: Estrogen, basically. Yeah? So?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Then Original Cindy finds Louise Klein's driver's license. Only it says that Louise Klein is Louis Klein.
SKETCHY: You mean, like a typo.
ORIGINAL CINDY: I mean, like a former male.
SKETCHY: Normal's chick is a dude?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Was a dude.
MAX: Come on. Maybe she's got a brother or something.
ORIGINAL CINDY: No, girl. The part of King's Road where she lives is very gender-friendly. It's where all the mista sistas reside. The lesbian mind could get seriously tampered with in that neighborhood.
SKETCHY: This and a human finger all in the same day. It's deep.
MAX: For real.
ORIGINAL CINDY: For real, for sure. Louise comes to the door wearing a towel right out of the shower. I'm clocking her for nose hair, Adam's apple, miscellaneous male debris but the bitch is fine. Even got back.
SKETCHY: Do we think Normal knows?
MAX: Oh, he's going to find out.
SKETCHY: Which will be the entertainment spectacular of a lifetime.
(They all laugh at the thought)
(Matt Sung and Logan are meeting in the park at night.)
SUNG: This is documented proof that the DA's on Bronck's payroll.
LOGAN: Right.
(Bling is watching from a distance inside a van)
SUNG: You give that to Eyes Only, he ought to be able to put Bronck away for good.
LOGAN: Thanks. Yeah, that's great, Matt. Thank you.
SUNG: What? You okay?
LOGAN: Yeah. You've known me a while. Would you describe me as obsessed?
(Kidnie KK and Darcy come up. Kidnie KK points a gun at Det. Sung)
KIDNIE KK: Let's take a ride.
(A van drives up to them and two more of Bronck's henchmen get out to take Det. Sung and Logan away)
LOGAN: Get off me! Bling! Bling!
(Bling sees this happening and gets out of his van to chase after Bronck's men, but they're too fast and their van drives off)
BLING: Hey!
(Outside Crash)
MAN: Get the door. Okay, girls, here we go. Come on. Grab a seat. Make yourself comfortable. You shouldn't be on the streets after 9:00. Sit back there. There's a curfew. Take a seat. Everything's going to be fine. Hey!
(Max is coming out of Crash. She sees two guys dressed like the police herding girls into a van. With her enhanced vision, Max zooms in to see what's happening. She flashes back to the other night on the air base and remembers two guys from the air base. Now those two guys are dressed in police uniforms. Max sees that the girls are scared inside the van, pounding on the windows. She flashes back to the air base office where she found all the magazines and candies. She also remembers the plane taking off. Now, the van full of girls drives off. Max goes to the nearby payphone)
(In Logan's apartment, the phone rings)
LOGAN (on answering machine): No one's around. Leave a message.
MAX (on phone): Logan, it's me. I think I know what Bronck's up to. He's got some cops on his payroll. They're picking up kids off the street . . .
BLING (picks up the phone): Max.
MAX: Let me talk to Logan.
BLING: I can't. Bronck's got him.
(Max hangs up the phone and races to Logan’s on her motorcycle)
(Back at one of Bronck's air base. Bronck is looking through Logan's wallet. Det. Sung and Logan are tied up in chairs)
BRONCK: No I.D. What's that, an Eyes Only thing?
LOGAN: The boss is a privacy nut.
BRONCK: What's he got against me, plastering my face all over the TV? My mother is starting to worry.
LOGAN: She should. It's dangerous being a bad guy.
BRONCK: Oh, no. It's much more dangerous being the good guy. Which your boss is about to find out. Tell me who he is.
LOGAN: I wish I could help you but I've never met the man.
(Bronck slaps Logan across the face)
LOGAN: I was wondering when we were going to get to the hitting part.
BRONCK: As much as I would like to smack you around until you tell me what I want to know I just don't have a lot of time. Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?
(We see Matt unconscious in his chair. One of Bronck's henchmen rubs two spark plugs together, then hook the spark plugs up to Sung)
BRONCK: Tell me who he is.
HENCHMAN: All set.
LOGAN: Let him go.
(A henchman turns the electricity on)
LOGAN: Stop it.
BRONCK: Who is Eyes Only?
LOGAN: Please stop it.
BRONCK: Tell me.
LOGAN: All right, I'll tell you. (louder) I'll tell you!
(Bronck tells the henchmen to stop and we see that Sung's hair is fried and blood is dripping down his face)
BRONCK: Who is Eyes Only? Who is Eyes Only?
LOGAN: I am. I'm Eyes Only.
(Back at Jorge's restaurant)
NORMAL: Did you get your purse okay?
LOUISE: Yes. Thanks. Ray, there's something you need to know about me.
NORMAL: Louise . . .
LOUISE: Let me say it.
NORMAL: You don't need to say it. I know.
LOUISE: You know? What?
NORMAL: That you're, uh . . . someone, um . . . How do I put it? Uh, who's had some after-market work done. That is to say, you've undergone a fairly substantial . . . retrofit.
LOUISE: So you know I used to be a guy. How did you find out?
NORMAL: Louise, you may have noticed I am a keenly intuitive, highly observant person.
LOUISE: You went through my purse.
NORMAL: Yes. My impulse to unravel the mystery that is you overwhelmed my deep reference for private property. I'm sorry. I just -- You know, I thought about this long and hard and I. . . I realize it doesn't matter. You know, it's 2020, I'm a modern man and you're a . . . you know, newly minted babe. You're as sexy as all get out.
LOUISE: It means a lot to me that you understand and accept me for who I am.
NORMAL: Vive la difference.
LOUISE: But that's not what I was going to tell you.
NORMAL: It's not?
LOUISE: I've realized something about myself these past few days that we've spent together that's going to change things between us.
NORMAL: You know, I've thought about this long and hard and I'm telling you, there is absolutely nothing you can say that would change my feelings about you.
LOUISE: I'm gay.
NORMAL: In what sense?
LOUISE: I'm a lesbian, Ray.
NORMAL: Oh, for the love of Mike.
(In Logan's apartment, Bling is on Logan's computer opening up the Eyes Only files)
MAX: Bling!
BLING: In here.
MAX (walks in): What happened?
BLING: He had a meet with Sung. Bronck grabbed him. I tried to get to him, but . . .
MAX: What are you doing?
BLING: When Logan let me in on Eyes Only, he made me promise that if anything ever happened to him I'd protect the informant net by making sure the files didn't fall into the wrong hands. Lot of hard work -- gone. (goes to delete the files)
MAX (stops him): Which he's so going to regret when he gets back.
BLING: Max, he may not be coming back.
MAX: Yes, he is, and that scumbag Bronck is going down hard. Now, he gave you the codes and the passwords, right?
(Max takes over the keyboard)
BLING: Yeah. What are you going to do?
MAX: What I always do -- make it up as I go along.
(Back on the air base, Bronck slaps Logan across the face.)
BRONCK: Say it, like you do on TV. "Do not attempt . . . (slaps Logan's face). . . to adjust your set." (slaps Logan again) Oh, dear, it looks like we're going to have to refry Detective Wonton.
LOGAN: Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom video. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city.
BRONCK: It is him.
KIDNIE KK: The plane will be here in 15 minutes.
DARCY: We took a nice little sampler for our friends overseas. Something for every taste.
BRONCK: Load them up when the plane gets here.
LOGAN: What are you up to, Bronck?
BRONCK: I thought you had all the dirt on me.
LOGAN: Well, there's just so much of it, it's hard to keep up.
BRONCK: You are going to give me everything that you have on my operation. In fact, you're going to give me everything you have, period. You have the goods on a lot of people that could come in handy for someone in my line of work.
LOGAN: I've got nothing to give up, not anymore. My people are under orders to destroy the informant net if anything should happen to me.
BRONCK: Am I supposed to believe that?
LOGAN: It's the truth. (Bronck takes out a gun) I can't give you what I don't have. (Bronck points the gun to Det. Sung's head.) I'm telling you the truth!
BRONCK: Sayonora.
LOGAN: No!
(Eyes Only comes on the TV screen)
EYES ONLY: Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom video bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in this city.
MAX (as Eyes Only): This is Eyes Only speaking to Gerhardt Bronck. You are holding two of my operatives, Mr. Bronck. I want them back. You will be contacted.
(Bronck kicks the TV down as the phone rings)
LOGAN: That's my phone. I'm guessing it's for you.
BRONCK: Shut these two up. Trace the call. I'm going to nail this bastard once and for all.
(A henchman puts black tape over Logan's mouth)
BRONCK (answers the phone): Yes?
MAX (as Eyes Only): This is Eyes Only.
BRONCK: That's odd. I have someone here who claims that he's Eyes Only.
MAX: It's what my operatives are trained to do -- to protect the informant net.
BRONCK: Are they trained to do impressions as well?
MAX: I want my operatives, Bronck.
BRONCK: And I want you off my back. Turn over everything you have on me and call off your hounds and I'll think about releasing your friends.
MAX: 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.
BRONCK: I said I have your friends here.
MAX: And I've got enough on you to put you away for life.
BRONCK: Are you trying to shake me down?
MAX: I'm looking to cut a deal.
BRONCK: So, Eyes Only is a player.
(Bling writes: "THEY'RE TRACING CALL" on a notepad and shows it to Max. Max starts typing to redirect the trace)
MAX: I prefer to think of myself as a businessman, like you.
BRONCK: What about your whole "make the world a better place" rap?
MAX: Doesn't pay the bills. So do we have a deal?
HENCHMAN: Got an address.
BRONCK: Let me consider it.
MAX: You've got 20 minutes. (ends the call)
BLING: Hope you know what you're doing.
MAX: So do I.
BRONCK: Get the files. Torch the place. And before you kill him make sure you gouge his eyes out.
(Logan's apartment. Max is playing back the recording she had made of the phone call)
BRONCK (on tape): I said I have your friends here.
MAX (as Eyes Only on tape): I've got enough on you to put you away for the rest of your life.
MAX: Did you hear that?
BLING: Sounds like an airplane engine in the background.
MAX: These guys are rotating their operation through a network of abandoned airstrips. Question is, which one?
(Bronck's henchmen inside a van)
HENCHMAN: Let's go.
(Back in Logan's apartment, Max is still playing the tape over again. The front door rattles and Bling goes out to check it out. He walks towards the door with a gun and opens the door to find Mrs. Moreno)
MRS. MORENO: Bling! What are you doing in my apartment?
BLING: You're on the wrong floor, Mrs. Moreno.
(Max calls up Tacoma Bleed on the speakerphone.)
TACOMA BLEED: Yeah . . .
MAX: Yo, Bleed.
TACOMA BLEED: Who is this?
MAX: Word. Bad guys with guns got sent to your place to kill people. Just giving you the heads up.
TACOMA BLEED: Is that right? Good lookin' out.
(At Tacoma Bleed's place, Bronck's henchmen come in with guns. Tacoma Bleed and his crew point guns towards them)
HENCHMAN: This 134 Clemson?
(Max hangs up the phone and continues to listen to the recording. She hears a distant horn sounding)
BLING: Sounds like a foghorn.
MAX: Could be Warton Airfield, out by the harbor.
(Max drives to Warton Airfield on her bike)
(Inside the air base)
BRONCK: What the hell is going on? They should've checked in by now.
(Max is inside on the upper level looking down)
KIDNIE KK: We are ready to roll.
BRONCK: The money is on the plane. I'll meet you out there. Shoot them!
(Max swings from a chain and knocks down the two gunmen. She kicks Kidnie KK down. Darcy fires at her and follows after. Bronck leaves)
(Outside on the airfield, Bronck is boarding a plane)
BRONCK: This is the last shipment. It was nice doing business with you boys.
(Back inside, Max knocks Darcy down and releases Logan and Sung)
MAX (to Logan): I've got to stop the plane.
(Outside by the plane)
HENCHMAN: Aren't you forgetting something? Our money?
(Max goes outside. Bronck shoots the two henchmen and gets in the plane)
BRONCK: Okay! Let's go!
(Max runs after the plane and jumps in)
BRONCK: Do you have a boarding pass?
(Bronck points a gun at Max. Max fights Bronck and kicks him out of the plane)
MAX (knocks out the pilot and brings the plane to a stop): Turbulence. (She goes to the back and finds the sobbing girls) It's going to be okay.
(Jam Pony Headquarters)
NORMAL: Hot run -- 95 Round Hill Road.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Speaking of hot runs . . . was that your sugar I delivered to on Kings Road yesterday?
NORMAL: I said it's a hot run. Now, beat it.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Come on, talk to me, Normal. Original Cindy understands the human heart.
NORMAL: Well, we had a moment . . . or so I thought, and, uh . . . it passed.
ORIGINAL CINDY: You liked her, huh?
NORMAL: Yeah.
ORIGINAL CINDY: What happened, if I'm not out of line asking?
NORMAL: Oh, it's just different interests, you know. I enjoy the company of women, and apparently, so does she.
ORIGINAL CINDY: I feel you.
NORMAL: Actually, she asked me to, uh . . . give you her number. She found you "alluring" . . . I think was the word. (gives Original Cindy a slip of paper with Louise's number on it)
ORIGINAL CINDY: This bitch is getting you to pimp for her?
NORMAL: I am in the messenger business.
ORIGINAL CINDY: The right one's out there for you somewhere, Normal.
NORMAL: Yeah. Well, I shouldn't be pouring out my heart on company time. You better get going.
SKETCHY (runs up to Cindy): So?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Damn. Normal just gave me that half-a-heffa's phone number.
SKETCHY: Well, you going to call her?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Uh uh. 'Cause when you get right down to it Original Cindy's just too damn straight to kick it with a science fiction girlfriend.
(Original Cindy throws the piece of paper down and walks away. Sketchy picks it up.)
(Logan's apartment)
MAX: You were right about Bronck.
LOGAN: 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 someplace and Bronck's been making a killing every planeload.
MAX: And I almost let him get away with it.
LOGAN: The bottom line is he's out of business. You did good.
MAX: I just wish I could've done something about those kids on the plane that other night.
LOGAN: Got a lead they're being held by a middleman in L.A. Got some people on it.
MAX: So, did I finally get my Eyes Only secret decoder ring?
LOGAN: Listen . . . I'm sorry . . . about the other night. I, uh. . . I guess I have been a little too focused on my mission. I 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 Halloween mask I've been hiding behind.
MAX: You don't have to. Not from me.
LOGAN: I've got everything we need to whip up a pasta tricolore.
MAX: I can boil the water.
LOGAN: You can?
MAX: Mm-hmm.
(phone rings)
LOGAN (on the phone): Yeah. Word on the net is he's a weapons dealer? Okay, this is definitely something Eyes Only's going to have to get into. Really? When? Tonight? No, I can't. I'll have to call you tomorrow. Yeah. Bye.
(Logan hangs up the phone)
MAX: Don't hold up the war on my account.
LOGAN: The world will still be broken in the morning.
(Logan and Max both smile at each other)