Replicant Page #4

Get out of the way! Move!

What the hell?

You let him get away!

We are the same.

I should have shot you both!

Goddamn you,

he's screwing with your mind.

Will Jake kill me?

We're the same.

Jake.

Will Jake kill me?

- We are the same.

- Shut up!

- Hey, Jake, are you on the case?

- No.

- Are you back on the force?

- I'm retired.

Can you tell us

anything better than that?

This is an individual

who refuses to take responsibility.

As far as I know,

he's not taking responsibility.

- He's a f***ing nutcase, that's all.

- Jake...

Yeah,

I've been waiting for you to call.

I know. How's your whiskey?

- It's fine.

- How's my replicant?

He's good.

Put us on the speakerphone.

- Why would I want to do that?

- We can talk like family.

I want both of you to hear me.

Go ahead and talk.

I want him to know

how much I love him...

...what it means to me

to have him in this world.

How nice. Psycho love.

So do you want to know

who's my next victim?

Ask my brother.

Jake.

So, what are you waiting for?

In time, Jake.

In time.

Give me a reason,

I'll blow your f***ing head off.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

- Dr. Jim Towne, dial 211.

- Oh, hello, Mr. Savard.

Hi, Carol. How's Mama today?

Oh, well, she's had better days.

Maybe you can cheer her up.

- I got a surprise for her.

- Oh, good.

Dr. Lerner, please return

to the fifth-floor Intensive Care.

And this one, I cut her good.

Very slow.

I wish you were there.

She was begging, screaming.

Bad boy! You've got to be

punished! Bad boy!

But you know what?

I did it for you.

You bad...

- Boy!

- Please, Mom, no.

You've got to be punished!

No.

No. Help. Help.

No more, you b*tch.

No more.

You should never have been born,

Luke Savard!

Luke Savard.

Jake, I got it. Luke Savard.

Jesus, talk about a bad boy.

Shoplifting at 11...

...grand theft auto, narcotics, arson.

He enlisted in the Corps in '88.

Reportedly killed

behind enemy lines in June of '91...

...but the body was never recovered.

Oh, and I tracked down his mother:

Gwendolyn Savard.

She was committed to the nepenthe

home six years ago after a stroke.

And, Jake, one other thing,

this woman killed her husband.

She locked the kid up in a closet

and then set the house on fire.

Luke Savard only lived

because it rained that night.

Dr. Stan Getty to room 205.

Mr. Savard?

We tried to call you last night.

- He was here last night?

- Of course.

I'm sorry. Your mother...

...she had a sudden cardiac arrest.

We did everything we could.

She was just too frail.

Her things.

Excuse me.

- May we see the body?

- Oh, yes, of course.

Take it easy, Jake.

Want her to die, do you?

Your gun, drop it.

Drop your gun.

Good.

You're not so smart.

You never saw me coming.

This is it, Jake.

You're going to die.

So what's the matter, Jake, huh?

No smart comeback?

No reporters to joke with.

He's not your family.

He doesn't care about you.

But I do.

That's why I want you with me.

I have an idea.

You're gonna kill him.

Do it.

Finish him.

Yeah.

No.

That's why you're gonna die with him,

and they'll think you are me.

You're a bad boy, Luke Savard.

What did you say?

You're a bad boy, Luke Savard.

You killed Mama.

Yes, that's right.

And so what?

It felt good.

You b*tch!

Okay. You're gonna be okay.

- You're gonna be okay.

- Okay.

Stay right there, don't move.

I'll be back.

There he is.

What are you doing?

Get inside!

Wait, wait!

- Where is he?

- He's down there.

Easy now.

Hi, sweetheart.

Get inside!

Rock-a-bye baby

On the treetop

When the wind blows

The cradle will...

Hey, not bad for

a mama's boy, huh?

Should I call the news now or later?

Stop it.

If you kill me, you kill yourself.

The safety, Luke Savard.

What makes you think

you can take me, huh?

I can read your mind.

No! No!

Look at me. Come on.

Come on, buddy.

- Hey, look at me.

- Jake...

...my family's gone.

Hey. Hey.

He's not your family.

Hey.

I'm your family.

I'm your family now.

Jake, I see rain.

In my eyes, I see rain.

No!

Open up!

Open the door!

Open the goddamn door!

Well, the only ones who made it were

the corpses in the fridge drawers.

I expect a full report.

- Back it up, back it up.

- Right there. Move it.

Go ahead and let this guy go.

I'm in first.

You may be in first,

but I'm better than you.

- No.

- No, no. I'm in first.

- Who's the best?

- Me.

No.

I beat him. I beat him.

Whoa, hey.

- You see the deliveryman?

- No.

Let's go. Let's go get it. Come on.

He likes rain.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I knew you'd come back.

Let's get out of here.

Let's go.

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