Replicant

- 911. Please identify yourself.

- Please help me.

There's a man in my house.

I have a baby.

He's gonna kill us.

- Who's in the house, ma'am?

- Please.

Ma'am, stay with me.

Please, hurry.

Please.

Oh, God, he's coming.

He's coming.

Please.

Possible homicide in progress,

mother and infant.

Dispatch all vehicles in the area.

Ma'am, stay with me.

- No. No.

- Who is it? Can you see...?

No.

Why are you doing this?

You're a bad mother.

Rock-a-bye baby

On the treetop

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock

When the bough breaks

The cradle will fall

And down will come baby

Cradle and all

Let me finish your nightmare, kid.

What's your status?

Is SWAT here yet?

Secure your perimeter.

- What are you waiting for?

- SWAT team.

They'll be all night. Take the stairs.

We got smoke in here.

It's him.

Go.

- Don't shoot. Please.

- Anybody else in there?

- No.

- Chris, get them downstairs.

- Move.

- Go.

- Get them out.

- Check it.

Jake,

we gotta wait for the fire trucks.

- Absolutely.

- Sh*t.

Get the windows open. Go on.

Come on, move it.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Jake!

Jake! Jake!

Go!

- Come on, baby.

- Jake.

I'm okay. Get out of here.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, what in the hell are you doing?

It's okay.

Come on, take the baby.

Get him to the hospital...

...make sure he's okay.

Suspect's a white male

headed north on Hauser on foot...

...wearing a black leather coat.

Hold it there.

Stop the bus. Stop the bus.

Open up.

What's going on?

Sorry, folks. Just a routine check.

Nothing to be alarmed about.

What's going on?

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Everybody up, against the window.

Don't look at me.

Freeze!

Be afraid, Jake.

Be very afraid.

Bye-bye.

Across the street.

- A couple uniforms here.

- Okay, folks, stand back.

- Get those photographers back.

- Come on, guys, step it up.

Behind the yellow line, I said.

Come on, get the whole truck.

Grab that guy coming in

on the south side over there.

What happened?

- Let them through.

- Oh, jeez.

Take that back up.

Almost had him. I had him.

Yeah, well,

that's not your problem anymore.

As of an hour ago,

you're officially retired.

I know. Hey, make sure when they find

the car, they check for blood, okay?

Jake, shut up, okay?

It's not your case anymore.

Well, I popped him one.

Check for blood.

You just couldn't leave quietly, huh?

You know, Howe, I wanted

one last inspiring lecture from you.

Ten years, buddy, you heard them all.

A lot of good it's done.

But, hey, before you go,

the feds are here. They wanna talk.

To me?

Of course they do.

- Gentlemen.

- Jake.

- Stan Reisman. How are you?

- Fine.

- What do you want?

- I understand you're leaving the force.

That's right.

We'd like to offer you a job.

No, thanks. Don't need one.

We can help you catch him.

He will kill again.

Last night,

"the Torch" claimed his 11th victim.

This elusive serial killer has remained

at large for over three years...

...preying on mothers

throughout the Seattle area.

Detective Jake Riley,

who has headed up the case...

...had this to say about the Torch.

How does it feel to be leaving

with the case unsolved?

- No comment.

- Has he called you yet?

- No comment.

- Is this brilliant killer...

...the reason you're quitting?

- I'm retiring for personal reasons.

- The case has nothing to do with it.

- Give us something.

Yeah, I'll give you something.

It turns out that our big,

bad boogeyman...

...is nothing more

than a bed-wetting mama's boy.

That's right,

he pisses himself all the time.

Pathetic, really. Just a sick pervert.

Is that enough for you?

Did you get that?

- Did we get that?

- Did you get that?

Pam, you naughty old thing.

Jake.

- Jacob, darling, telephone for you.

- Oh, thanks, Ma.

Yeah?

That was a nasty thing

you said about me on TV, Jake.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you're just a little too sensitive.

I don't want you to call me anymore.

I'm retired.

You can quit,

but you'll never get rid of me.

I'm too smart.

Yeah, mommy must be proud

of her little psycho.

Stop it, Jake. Look at yourself.

Three years trying to catch me,

but you failed.

You're a bad cop.

Do you think quitting will stop me?

I'm going to keep on killing,

a**hole.

You're a real loser.

Hey, f*** you, you f***ing prick!

I'm gonna track you down

like a f***ing dog.

You understand, you son of a b*tch?

F*** you.

F*** you too, Jake.

It's always the same m.o.,

with slight variations.

Single mother, mole.

Burns them postmortem.

We got partial prints, trace evidence,

blood type even...

...but still, no Torch.

- No sh*t.

Tell me something I don't know.

We fed enormous amounts of data

on the Torch...

...into our Vicaps supercomputer.

We've come up with a white male,

30s, very physical.

Step up to the mark.

Welcome, Jacob Riley.

The Martuchi slayings a year ago?

We found a hair follicle

belonging to him.

It was enough for a DNA

imprint on him.

Take a closer look.

Okay, so this is a clone of the killer.

No, a replicant.

God created man in six days,

we took longer.

- Since when has the FBI been...?

- We're not FBI...

...we're National Security Force.

We really don't care about

your serial killer.

Originally, this was developed

for national security:

Counterterrorism.

Today's intelligence has failed

to weed out terrorists.

Okay, go on.

Our goal is create replicants

that can lead us to them.

I understand.

He's not a terrorist though.

No,

but the behavior patterns are similar.

So why me?

Because he picked you.

What do you mean, he picked me?

When he's ready,

you'll take custody.

You'll care for him,

help him develop.

Then you'll see if he can

lead you to the killer.

Wouldrt it be easier

to plaster his face all over TV?

No, no. This project is classified.

No pictures,

no conventional techniques, detective.

All you have is Replicant.

- What's going on?

- Counterreaction.

He's rejecting the latest

growth hormone.

Talk to me. What can we do?

Defib. Flatline.

Get him out. Now.

Welcome to my world, motherf***er.

Good morning, Number 1.

Time to wake up.

Today we're going to

cover the basics:

How to sit, stand, walk and stop.

Now I'm walking.

I'm sitting.

I'm standing.

I'm Miss Johnson.

How are you?

Oh, did you hurt yourself?

Maybe your golden boy's retarded.

Physical readings are normal,

but the brairs sine waves are low.

Well, we've enanced his telepathic

ability through genome re-sequencing.

He may be our first...

...but genetic memory

has been scientifically proven.

He just needs human stimuli.

That's the toilet.

And that's where you come in.

First human contact.

Good try.

Watch the video and try again.

- Impressive, isn't he?

- He's exceeding expectations.

You guys are pretty happy

with yourselves, aren't you?

You have no idea

what you're getting into here.

I've seen what he's able to do,

firsthand, to 11 women.

And if this thing turns out to be

anything like the original...

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