We lost him.
You think we lost him? I do.
Come on. We're free.
Come on. We're both human.
Hey.
Great work. Congratulations.
Drack on the attack.
I'll say I was a little surprised...
when you weren't back by lunch, though.
The big guy got away.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Looks like the morning wasn't a complete waste, though.
Put him in the decontamination chamber.
Another thaw incinerated...
and our preemptive strike is one step closer to success.
Drack, for agents who go one-on-one with thaws...
a decontamination injection is mandatory.
It won't hurt much.
And you know the risk if you don't.
I hate needles.
They're for the protection of the entire bureau,
not to mention your own.
I'll take my chances with the bugs.
I'll be chasing down the big guy that got away.
While you're at it, sniff this one out, too.
Another thaw?
At least tell me you got some ID on this one.
No, but why don't you start at the cryopads lair?
Livers, spleens, leg bones and ribs,
the occasional brain.
What exactly were you in the market for?
Word has it you thaw deep freezes here.
Who told you that?
I'm with the Bureau of Health, and I'll ask the questions.
Listen, I don't need any trouble with the Bureau of Health.
I run a clean lab.
I'm looking for a couple of thaws defrosted a while back,
maybe in this lab.
I told you. We don't do thaws here.
Although I could be persuaded...
to point you in the right direction.
What do you know?
You didn't land on your feet.
Unless you want to lose that skin of yours for good,
you'd better back off.
I'll take a look. Maybe we'll be lucky.
Your luck, not mine.
Nothing on the male thaw.
But I have a hit on the female.
Five hundred years into the future,
she will enter a world where machines rule the Earth.
Mankind has been driven underground.
And Cleopatra is about to discover...
there's no place like home.
"In the year 2525"
"There are women with the will to survive"
"Fighting for a brand new day"
"Nothing is gonna get in their way"
"And in the year 2525"
"Three women keep hope alive"
"Joining forces to reclaim the Earth"
"Looking ahead to humankind's rebirth"
CLEOPATRA 2525 2x13 "NOIR OR NEVER" Subtitles by subXpacio
So, where are you hiding, sweetheart?
Thaws are almost impossible to trace.
They don't fit in. No family. No-
Friends. Don't I know it? Let me look.
You transplanted a kidney the same day this woman was thawed.
Maybe the transplant has a clue to this thaw's whereabouts.
They were the ones. You're right.
This thaw left with the kidney woman,
but not before a Betrayer blew in...
and destroyed half my lab.
A Betrayer? The plot thickens.
Let's see coverage of the firefight.
The best-looking ones are always the deadliest.
Which one got the kidney?
Really, I-I can't remember.
Humans all look alike...
The shorter one. With the light fur.
These two women who sprung the thaw,
how did they afford a transplant?
This isn't a charity lab. How did they pay?
Wood. It's made of wood.
Who are these guys?
I don't like it.
Team leaders don't just vanish into thin air.
Marcus isn't some wallflower tiptoeing around.
He walks into a room and people remember it.
Somebody's bound to know what happened.
Marcus' last Voice communication was 48 hours ago.
After that, nothing.
What about the tracer in his gauntlets?
The signal went dead shortly after his last communication.
It's dead.
Maybe he's on vacation.
You know, hanging out with some old buddies we don't know about.
Cleo's got a point.
We don't know who Marcus ran with
before he became a team leader.
Or who he might have crossed.
I've traced the coordinates of his last communication with Voice.
Then we start there.
Work our way backwards.
Retrace Marcus' steps.
There's a shaft club not far from there.
Somebody might have seen something.
Oh, I'm on it.
I did this investigative piece...
for my old school paper about locker theft.
Blew the case wide open. Yeah.
Put on the right dress, the right attitude, I'll get the answers.
It's Drack.
Afternoon, sunshine. Any leads on the female thaw?
She was defrosted by a couple of her friends.
Thaws don't come into this world with friends. You know that.
This one did.
One of them picked up a fresh kidney.
I've been trying to run its serial number.
Half the population is sporting spare parts.
If I was you, I'd hit for the upper level bars.
Thaws always run for the surface.
When they realize they can't get out,
they start drowning their sorrows.
Ever wonder why you're working the desk and I'm in the field?
Meaning?
Meaning I got a feeling about this one.
Drack's following his nose.
I wouldn't work too hard.
Something tells me this one's no different from any other thaw.
Funny.
Something tells me she is.
This must be it.
No blast points. No sign of laser fire.
Voice, sure this is where communication was lost?
Yeah, this is where Marcus last contacted her.
Was there any distress signal?
Nothing.
Some team leaders prefer to tackle problems without my assistance.
Marcus was one of them.
Voice thinks that Marcus tried to handle this one on his own.
Sarge.
What is it?
There's something in here.
There it is.
One of Marcus' old-school projectiles.
I think it's time to check up on Cleo.
Marcus was here till midnight about three days ago.
He was supposed to meet a big guy about Betrayer information.
Somebody must have followed him out.
How do you find all this out?
I pour myself into this dress
and the boys start pouring out their hearts.
You know the gun Marcus used to carry around?
Looks like he got off a couple of shots at the guys who jumped him.
So Marcus was packing heat, huh?
How does this help us find him?
No one's used projectiles like that in 300 years.
They don't look that old.
It's brand new.
Titanium alloy mined from Level 57.
I'm thinking whoever made those for Marcus,
just might know what he was up to. Mmm.
All right. You guys get on that lead
and I'll just stick to this one.
You're, um,
you're up next, aren't you?
To fit in. So the stoolies will trust me.
Just be careful.
This thing with Marcus is smelling worse and worse.
Careful?
Nothing bad happens at a karaoke bar.
Hey, sweetheart, those your original organs?
"I get no kick from champagne"
"Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all"
"So tell me why should it be true"
"That I get a kick out of you?"
"Some like the perfume from Spain"
"I'm sure that if I took even one sniff"
"It would bore me terrifically too"
"Yet I get a kick out of you"
"I get a kick"
"Every time I see you"
"Standing there before me"
"I get a kick"
"Though it's clear to me"
"You obviously do not adore me"
"I get no kick in a plane"
"Flying too high with some guy"
"In the sky is my idea"
"Of nothing to do"
"Yet I get a kick"
"You give me the boot"
"I get a kick out of you"
Bullets. They're called bullets.
Yeah. Funny how no one seems to know how...
we can get our hands on these anymore.
Why should I be any different?
Because you whipped this batch up for our friend Marcus.
Marcus?
Yeah, he's disappeared.
We thought you might know where your best customer went.
You're looking down the wrong shaft, sister.
You know, you're lucky you survived...
that flash fire in your workshop a year back.
Almost took out an entire level.
Yeah.
I heard that it was caused by some kind of explosive propellant.
Do you mean gunpowder?
No way. Not here.
Mmm.
He's probably right.
That stuff's been outlawed since pre-Bailey days.
Oh, yeah.
Of course, if it did come out that this fire was caused by...
"illegal gunpowder"...
Listen, sister,
I was cleared of that fire.
Would you still want to keep it that way?
I haven't seen Marcus for a while.
Long time.
And then yesterday his weapons show up.
Quite an eclectic arsenal.
His weapons?
Listen, I'm no fence.
I just pointed him in the right direction.
Pointed him to who?
It's coming to the best part.
See who it is and send them away.
What's going on out there?
Uh-oh.
Nice to see you again, Sluggo.
Please be gentle.
I've only had this arm re-attached...
for a few weeks. It's still tender.
We're not here for you, Sluggo.
We're looking for something in this pigsty of yours.
And a few answers.
Answers, I haven't got.
But anything else, you can have at cost.
We want to know how you got your sticky little fingers on a pair of gauntlets.
Me? I haven't got any...
We know they're here, Sluggo.
Why don't you just make it easy on yourself?
There's one there.
I wasn't sure that they weren't stolen.
They were removed from their wearer...
after a quiet and honorable death.
They're Marcus'.
Sarge.
Check this out.
How rare is that?
Can't be aged more than a few months.
A man who buys a lady a drink.
How rare is that?
You have a lovely voice.
And that song you sang? Pretty.
My name is Drack.
Hmm. Drack.
That's a name you can get your legs around.
I'm Cleo. Thanks for the cocktail, Drack.
My pleasure.
So, do you work here at the club?
Their regular singer?
Actually, I'm-I'm here on business.
So am I.
To tell you the truth, I'm looking for a guy.
I'd say you found one.
Mmm. And then some.
Unfortunately, you're not the one I was hoping to find.
Hmm. Too bad.
You're exactly who I was looking for.
Really?
Honest.
You don't happen to know a guy named Marcus?
Big. Tough, like you.
Maybe he was a friend.
In my line of work, I don't make many friends.
The way I look at it, anybody who isn't an enemy is a friend.
Which makes us?
I think I'd remember if we were enemies.
Drack? You okay?
Hey!
No!
Drack.
Get out of here.
Just go. I'll handle this.
There he is. My favorite agent.
Back at the top of his game.
I said I hate needles.
Really, Drack, you should take your medicine.
Nice work, though.
Only one mark left. The female.
Got any leads?
Nope.
What's so important about this mark anyway?
You got any proof she's contaminated?
Proof? Since when do I need proof?
She's a thaw. You hunt thaws. End of story.
What the hell's gotten into you?
So I'm doing my tough-chick talk, you know,
and Drack's totally buying it.
Drack, huh?
You like him, don't you?
I, eh,
I was on the clock. I- I was- I was working.
Mmm-hmm. So what does this Drack look like?
Well, he's tall and, you know,
muscley, but not over-pumped.
He's got really nice shoulders.
Strong hands.
And he's got these really deep eyes that,
you know, when they look at you, they really look at you.
Yeah, he was cute.
Can we go back to the part where...
the men in the uniform showed up, please?
Yeah, you know, so, I - I'm just about to get some answers...
out of Drack,
and-and all of a sudden this WWF wannabe bulldozes him.
You know, and so I conked that big guy out..
and then the next thing I know, these guys come in and wheeled him away.
I, uh...
They had some patches on their sleeves, like the boy scouts...
Er, BNN or BNA or...
BH. Bureau of Health.
Yeah.
Drack sees them and tells me to run for it.
Yeah, for good reason.
Years ago, a plague wiped out a huge chunk of the population down here.
The few important people that were left created the Bureau of Health,
so that it could never happen again.
But they went too far.
Anyone with a runny nose was locked away under quarantine.
There hasn't been an epidemic in over 50 years, so they sort of faded away.
No one really knows what they've been up to since.
So this friend of yours, Drack.
Bureau guys take him away, too?
No. He just talked to them and left.
So, the B of H is definitely involved somehow.
What do those creeps want now?
Well, whatever it is, I'll get it out of Drack.
But I've got to change first.
Hi.
Well, hello there. I hardly recognized you.
I bought you a drink and you saved my skin.
Not a very fair trade.
It was a really good drink.
Well, hopefully, this one won't be interrupted.
I'm glad you're okay.
I'm glad you're okay, too.
Let's be okay as long as we can in this wacky world.
Deal? Deal.
At first I couldn't even get near the edge without getting sick.
Then my friends taught me how to fly the shafts.
They sound pretty special. Your friends.
They are.
Anyone else special in your life?
Isn't it a little late
for you to be asking if I have a boyfriend?
Well, do you?
I did. A long time ago.
Do you have anyone?
I had a partner. She got sick.
Nothing I could do.
I'm sorry.
So, you said you were here on business.
What exactly is your job description?
I try to help as many people as I can,
without hurting too many people doing it.
That's sort of what I do.
Really?
In my line of work, I don't have much time for talking.
I hope I'm keeping up okay.
You're doing wonderfully.
There is enough trace DNA on the grip
to confirm it belonged to Marcus.
Well.
No surprises there.
Who else would carry a relic like this?
It's so heavy. And inaccurate.
Marcus did say he'd had it for a long time.
Interesting.
These lenses provide no protection against gauntlet fire...
or neural distortion fields.
Maybe he just liked the way they looked.
"I could have danced all night"
"I could have pranced all night".
Oh. Guess what, guys.
I think I'm in love.
Security breach!
It's a bug.
Looks like your new boyfriend sent you home...
with something more than a song to sing.
I could have picked that up anywhere.
I - In that club anybody could have clipped that on me. Really.
Cleo, how many people did you talk to about Marcus?
I don't know.
Um,
20 or 22. Yeah, any one of them.
How many bought you a drink?
Tickled your chin?
Maybe gave you a good-bye hug?
One.
I knew something smelled...
when your smooth talker wasn't taken away by the B of H boys.
He's Bureau.
No.
He's just likes keeping tabs on a girl he likes.
Like a stalker, only nicer.
Cleo.
Your friend knows more than he's letting on.
And it's time we find out just how much.
Hi.
We keep running into each other, don't we?
It's fate at work, I guess.
Or this?
Uh, uh, uh.
Do you always come armed to a romantic rendezvous?
Yeah, what's this all about?
You're no different than any other man this past 500 years.
I'm sorry, Cleo. I was doing my job.
Was it part of your job to make me trust you?
Did you also lie about Marcus?
I don't know anybody called Marcus.
Voice? We have a Bureau of Health agent...
who's overstepped his jurisdiction.
Any recommendations?
I'd like to know why the Bureau...
has agents in the field...
with no evidence of an outbreak.
So would I.
"Voice," did you say?
I never believed Voice teams really existed.
I thought they were just stories, myths.
This myth is about to send you flying.
You two are lucky you're not dead.
My Bureau figures that sooner or later...
a thaw like Cleo would let loose a 22st century epidemic.
So that's what the Bureau of Health's been up to these days?
You're going after people who were cryogenically frozen.
You don't have to worry about me.
I've already had everything.
Uh, mumps, measles...
The chicken pox torpedoed my junior prom.
The pox? You survived the chicken pox?
Far as I know, everybody did.
Well, maybe in your day.
People were inoculated against diseases then.
But since the Bureau wiped out...
the last flu virus 50 years ago,
no one has seen anything of these diseases.
We have no natural immunity against them.
So killing every possible carrier is the answer?
I watched my partner waste away...
because of something some thaw brought into this world.
Is that all I am to you?
A thaw? Some kind of "Typhoid" Cleo?
No, but you carry the pox.
You said so yourself.
And we're all still fine.
Cleo's no danger to anyone.
Hel, those diseases Cleo had must be dormant in her system.
Drack, if Cleo is carrying these immunities in her system,
then maybe we can distil them somehow.
Use them to help fight against diseases now.
Maybe.
Look, no one in the Underworld
has a better lab than the Bureau.
Mauser does,
and he can isolate Cleo's immunities faster than anyone.
Let's go.
Um, can we catch up to you guys?
Cleo.
Please. I'll be okay.
As long as we can keep tabs on you.
Yes, mother.
Be back before midnight.
Chaperones.
Man, this just keeps getting better.
Psst.
You looking for Marcus?
Easy. I might be able to help you out.
What do you know about Marcus?
You want to know where he went?
I can send you there.
Sarge, watch it!
Get down, Hel!
You okay? Yeah.
You know this guy?
No.
No ID.
Sarge.
Look at these needle marks.
You really are just trying to help people, aren't you?
Well, that's what I used to think, at least.
So I hardened.
I stopped seeing people in my sights and only saw carriers,
like the one that infected my partner.
It's hard to lose somebody.
You lost everyone and you didn't harden.
People down here live like they're already dead.
And you have as much reason to as any one of them.
When I met you,
I knew that the Bureau was wrong.
Someone like you could never hurt anyone.
I just thought you liked my singing.
Ah, excuse me.
Run!
No!
So obviously this Drack character...
doesn't mind going after older women.
Cleo's got 500 years on the guy.
And so have the diseases he's worried about.
And so does Marcus' gun.
Wait a minute.
Sarge, what if Marcus' disappearance...
has nothing to do with his being a team leader?
What do you mean?
Those goons that jumped us, they had guns just like this.
And those marks on their arm, they could have been from decon shots.
Which means they're Bureau, just like Drack.
So, if the Bureau is hunting thaws,
and Marcus' gun is as old as Cleo's...
Then Marcus is a thaw, just like Cleo.
Wait a minute. Cleo's stopped moving.
Maybe she ditched that bug.
Oh, no.
Let's go.
Why don't you get it over with?
Go ahead and kill me.
Or I could leave town by sundown.
You know, take a long vacation.
Personally, I prefer door number two.
Are you negotiating?
Wait.
Tooley.
She's not the problem. She's the cure.
Cleo already has immunities in her system.
It's everything you need to prevent an epidemic.
And if one thaw has the immunities, then...
Then you don't have to kill me...
or anyone else like me.
I never intended to kill you.
But this is a lab. Where's the-
Incinerator?
There is no incinerator, sunshine.
Okay.
So, you're not gonna kill me,
and-and I'll give you the nuts and bolts for a vaccine.
There won't be an epidemic.
Oh, there'll be an epidemic. I'll see to that.
What tells me that that isn't a thermos of chicken soup?
A plague distilled from dormant diseases,
rampaging through bodies of thaws just like you.
You're manufacturing an epidemic?
And its vaccine.
You see, we can't allow for any competition.
That would get in the way of my margin.
Marcus.
They're all still alive.
Let me guess. That one's for me.
Smart.
Hel, Cleo's coordinates are
the Bureau of Health's offices themselves.
Already on our way.
I should tell you, I really hate needles.
Don't move, pal, or I'll pump your compadre all full of...
sterile water.
Plan B.
Go. Get out of here.
No, not without...
Go.
What? What is it?
They're moving again. Fast.
I don't know if it's Drack or Cleo or-
That's all we got to go on.
Evening, sunshine, where's the fire?
Any idea where she might have gone?
You think I'd tell you if I did?
You're a damn good agent, Drack.
Too good not to have tagged your mark with a tracer.
"I get a kick"
"Every time I see you"
"Standing there"
"Before me"
Nice finish to all of this, don't you think?
Hi.
I don't get it.
You dedicate your life to stopping epidemics.
Well, health is still my primary concern.
My own, however, takes precedence.
Now, if you'd give me the canister.
Give me Drack.
But I really don't think you're in a position to negotiate.
There are six of us and one of you.
Count again.
It's a quarantine shield.
Effectively keeps germs and toxins at bay.
Energy blasts, too.
Now, I'm going to say this one more time.
Give me the canister.
If you want it so bad,
why don't you see how well your vaccine works?
No!
No.
Drack.
Here's a blast from the past.
I've never seen anything like that before.
We should have no problem synthesizing...
a vaccine from Cleo's immunities.
Congratulations, Cleo.
You just saved the Underworld.
Again?
Not that I like repaying favors,
but I owe your team one.
Just one, though.
For all three.
You're welcome.
Hel, I hope you don't mind, but I authorized a visitor.
I see security hasn't tightened up much around here.
You're okay.
Of course I am.
We had a deal, remember?
So, what about Tooley?
Tooley's alive, but he's due to face trial.
It's in the court's hands now.
All the thaws are out of danger, thanks to the three of you.
I understand you gave this up to help your friend.
I thought you might like it back.
Thank you.
So what now? You ride off into the sunset?
If you're coming with me.
You know how hard it is to make friends down here.
I guess I was pretty lucky to be found by the right people.
This is where I belong.
I understand.
Where do you think you're going?
"I get no kick"
"In a plane"
"Flying too high with some guy"
"In the sky"
"Is my idea"
"Of nothing to do"
"Yet I get a kick"
"You give me the boot"
"I get a kick"
"Out of you"
Subtitles subXpacio and TusSeries