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will appreciate them.

Can it hear us?

It should.

Read my badge.

Identify yourself.

B-2206.

Welder Section.

All right.

We found this battery

in your hands.

Who asked you

to steal it?

Found this battery.

You were going

to the ghetto.

Was your owner

waiting for you there?

I do not have

an owner, sir.

Why did you

set yourself on fire?

Why did you set yourself...

Sh*t, Vaucan.

First you roast it.

Now you make it cry.

Soon, I'm going to get a call

asking for an explanation.

I have seen

altered units for years.

But I swear to you,

what I've seen today is different.

It's something else.

You're definitely nuts.

What kind of mood do you think the

boys upstairs are in these days?

If we don't get the city to renew our

contract, we're all going down the tube.

Okay, okay!

What if I find the

clocksmith behind all this?

It's about the transfer.

This is all about

the transfer, isn't it?

Oh, Jesus, Jacq.

Very well.

Change your report,

find me a culprit, close the case,

and you will have

your farewell ticket.

Who knows, Jacq?

Maybe the ocean

is still there.

My old man brought me here the

day the first unit came out.

23 years ago.

I remember exactly what

they said back then.

The Pilgrims

were born to help us

in our heroic quest

for survival.

Now they build our homes,

drive our cars,

and wipe our asses

when we get old.

I have no idea what

we're going to do next.

Maybe eliminate the protocols.

Sure.

Imagine for a moment...

that the unit had set itself on fire.

No, I...

No, no, just,

just, just imagine.

If it was using

violence against itself...

it would actually be breaking the

second protocol, wouldn't it?

Of course, technically.

But the little problem

is the protocols reside

within the Biokernel,

which itself is based

on a quantum encryption.

Their security system

is a one-way road.

If you try and change the protocols,

you destroy the Biokernel.

It's kind of like trying to keep

a soap bubble in your pocket.

No one's ever done it before

because you simply can't.

Do you get it?

Hey.

How's everything

in there?

There are people out here who are looking

forward to changing your diapers.

People who don't want

to sleep a wink all night.

People who want

the silence to be over.

Welcome, Mr. Vaucan.

Hi.

Hi.

Wow.

Looks like

she's happy to see you.

Do you think she'd mind

if I take her mom out to dinner?

I guess there must be a good

reason for such a special night.

We are going to be a family.

That is a good reason.

Maybe leaving this place

could be another good reason.

Leaving?

Where?

Have you ever felt

the breeze of the ocean?

I know we have already talked about this.

But now it's different.

Now there's a real opportunity

to get out of here.

Bob can get me

a transfer.

Rachel.

And what are we

going to do?

Get on a bus

and start from scratch

in another city

with an expiration date?

You're about to have a daughter, Jacq.

I know. I know.

Where the hell do you want to go?

Where there is a damn future.

There has

to be one somewhere.

How do you know it'll be

any better on the coast?

For God's sake, Rachel,

look at this. Look.

Air we cannot breathe.

Rain we cannot touch.

Aren't you afraid to bring your

daughter into a place like this?

How can you be such a wretch?

I can't afford to be afraid.

Tell me you don't regret it.

Tell me, Jacq.

You insisted.

That's true, I insisted.

Now, get out of here, please.

Rachel...

Leave me alone.

Be careful, sir.

The rain can be hazardous

to your health.

Please, sir.

My owner is hungry.

Please, sir.

Are you a friend of Bot's?

Bot was kind.

Bot was kind.

I ain't fooling anybody.

Yeah, I crank up

once in a while.

We all do over here,

but I know the limits.

And I definitely know the difference

between a clunker welding a pipe

and another one

welding his f***ing leg.

The only way

to prove you're not crazy

is to find the clocksmith

who altered that unit.

Yeah, right. Maybe, Wallace,

you should place an ad in the paper

or better yet,

find a new dealer.

Yeah, think what you want, but I saw

that clunker turn its guts inside out.

End of story.

F***ing cripple.

Get out of the road!

Your wish is my command, sir.

Piece of sh*t, move!

F***ing animals.

It was staring at me.

Hid its hands like that

motherf***er was fully aware.

It was doing something

it wasn't supposed to do.

Ellis, I didn't shoot that clunker

because it was staring at me.

I shot it because...

I shot it because it looked...

Alive?

I was being serious.

What you saw can only be the work of

a clocksmith. A good one at that.

The only way they won't

take you for a fool

is to find him.

I don't know about the city,

but here, among the filth,

clocksmiths aren't listed

in the phone books.

You wouldn't even know

where to begin.

Well, maybe...

a nuclear battery would help.

You have a nuclear battery?

Cleo.

You ask, she obeys.

This unit can do these things?

Cleo.

You ask her, okay?

Do not be afraid.

I can distinguish perfectly

between pleasure and pain.

Can you cause pain?

Only if it's your wish.

Have you altered it?

Cleo is all okay.

Show her the battery.

No, not until I know she's the

one we're looking for. Hey, you.

We need to meet who made

you this piece of filth.

No filth.

Cleo better than your wife.

I don't have

a wife anymore.

Hey, come on.

Shut up!

Come on. Who the f***'s the clocksmith?

No clocksmith! Out! Out! Out!

Who's the clocksmith?

What the hell

are you doing?

Cleo! Cleo!

Hey!

Cleo. Cleo.

Hey!

Hey! Why did you do that?

Get off.

We almost got it.

I said get your hands off me!

You could be clobbering the sh*t

out of that dimwit son of a b*tch.

She wouldn't even

tell you her own name.

You just have to wait for

her to take it to the shop.

Your clocksmith

will be there.

Listen, I've risked more than

I should have for you, Jacq.

You better get my cut ready.

I am not paying you sh*t.

And don't even think about threatening me,

you son of a b*tch.

You better

get my cut ready.

If not,

next time I see you...

maybe I cut your throat.

I am not armed.

I know that.

What do you want?

I work for ROC

insurance department.

I'm tracking down some alterations

performed on two units.

This is one

of the unit's kernel.

The police doesn't know

what to do with it

and I am not getting

any help from ROC.

Help me out...

and the battery

is yours.

That kernel is burnt.

That unit was shot.

The cop who shot it swears

it was repairing itself.

The second altered unit set itself

on fire right in front of me.

I witnessed

with my own eyes

a violation

of the second protocol.

You're beginning

to frighten me now.

Why is it so absurd?

If somebody could find a way

for the vacuum cleaners to...

fix themselves,

ROC would sink.

A machine altering itself

is a very complex concept.

Self-repairing implies

some idea of a conscience.

Muddy waters.

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