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: What you're not getting, man-friend, is that this whole operation is dependent upon *me*. Not a brain-construct-y me, but "Bond, James Bond" me. Which is
: not so me. Boyd Langton
: Vict - Topher. All you have to do is stay calm. Victor
: This from the guy who had to dismember my last little outing!
: She's got me locked out on this end. Victor
: Who's your back door man? Topher Brink
: We'll pretend I didn't say that. Victor
: Finding him obstinate, are we? Topher Brink
: Yes!... This is so weird.
: Bennett Halverson is the chief programmer at the D.C. Dollhouse. She's a genius! *I* think she's a genius, so, you know, double it. She's just gonna look at my 1.0, and his palms are gonna sweat, and she just, she'll know!
: Finally! Topher Brink
: Everything good there? Victor
: Everything's great, me-man. Except I've got a long white beard from waiting.
: Are we into her? Topher Brink
: We may be fierce on the subject. Victor
: Oh, God, I wish I was there! I mean, w-what's she like? Topher Brink
: Uh, totally shy, librarian energy through the roof. Victor
: Glasses? Topher Brink
: Glasses on a chain! Victor
: For the win!
: Are-are we sure this is such a great idea? I mean, I am sensing tension, of the palpable sort.
: Seriously, just a few more days. I could help analyzing Perrin's brain map! Topher Brink
: It wouldn't be a second opinion. It would be the same opinion twice!
: Ah, good throw, Boyd. But, uh, still doesn't win you the giant stuffed panda.
: Did I fall asleep? Topher Brink
: For a little while. Victor
: Shall I go now? Topher Brink
: For the love of God, yes!
: [Showing Lubov a picture of Caroline
] Who is she? Lubov
: A-A pretty girl. Paul Ballard
: She is a pretty girl. Pretty and lost. You know lots of girls like that. Lubov
: Not her. Paul Ballard
: Is she the reason they want me dead? Her name's Caroline! Bell's ringing?
: The FBI doesn't work like that! You can't - you can't do this! Paul Ballard
: I'm a screw up, remember? My CI shows up dead, nobody's gonna blink. Nobody's going to care.
: How'd you get in here? Lubov
: [holding up a lock pick
] Your-your locks are for crap.
] Who gave you the tip? Was it her? Lubov
: A voice on the phone. A man. Not old, not young... accent, sounded Georgian, maybe. Russia Georgia, not Sweet Home Georgia. Paul Ballard
: [Takes gun off Lubov's chest
] Alabama. Lubov
: What do I know? It's confusing, this country.
: And I'm not a cop. Victor
: What do mean? Who are you then? What is this place? Paul Ballard
: This is the place you're not in. And I'm the guy you're not talking to. And these
[Put pictures in front of Victor
] Paul Ballard
: *These* are the women you're going to tell me how to find.
: [after a guy at bar takes a swing at Victor
] You suck! Trying to hit a girl?
: Dr. Saunders? Where is Dr. Saunders please? Boyd Langton
: She's not here Victor. Victor
: [points to room where Karren is comatose
] There is a man, he's not his best. Dr. Saunders can help him. Adelle DeWitt
: Thank you Victor, we'll help him,
: [having accidentally received Echo's imprint, speaking to a guy in a club
] "As help me God, I laugh when I think, how piteously a-nyght I made them swynke." You know what that means? I have no idea, but it's wicked filthy. How about buying a girl a drink before you swynke?
: You know about Boyd? Anthony Ceccoli
: Yea. Didn't see that one comin'.
: Look, you said it yourself. We have to help our friends. And this chair here, might be our only shot. And you know, no matter who I am, no matter what they put in my skull, I always remember you. That won't change. But if I turn evil...
[Hands her a weapon
] Anthony Ceccoli
: - shoot me. Priya Tsetsang
: I'm not gonna kill you. Anthony Ceccoli
: Well, seriously wound me then.
: Thought you two would be on a beach in Cancun by now. Anthony Ceccoli
: Never left a man behind before. Not going to start today. Priya Tsetsang
: Besides, we're family. Echo
: Do me a favor. Call us what you want, just not family.
: [imprinted with Topher 2.0
] What's with all the dead dudes?
: [to DeWitt
] I don't believe for a second you'd ever stoop to the level of those pathetic souls who have to hire your programmable love dolls to get what they need.
: What did I just tell you? Victor
: 5 years would seem like... 5 seconds. Topher Brink
: Welcome to the future. Where cars fly, robots server our every whim, and genetically engineered dinosaurs rule the Earth. Ivy
: It's pretty much the same as when you left. Victor
: The war - is it...? Topher Brink
: Still going.
: There are two soldiers. A-Team formation. XM8 Assault rifles. MK23s and some flash grenades. They're about to make an offensive move. I'm Anthony by the way. You can call me "Tony." Priya Tsetsang
: Priya. Anthony Ceccoli
: Nice to meet you.
: We split the atom, make a bomb. We come up with anything new, the first thing we do is destroy, manipulate, control. It's human nature. Lubov
: Yeah, people are mostly crap. I don't think there's a Dollhouse. I hear different, I'll get word. Personally, I wish there was. Paul Ballard
: How come? Lubov
: So I could sign up. Wipe all of my, uh, terrible burdens away.
: Hey, I'm getting this third-hand. I still think it goes nowhere. Paul Ballard
: Then why call? Lubov
: Because you inspire terrible pity. Watch your back.
: [Interrupts Lubov trying to pick the lock to Ballard's apartment
] Did you forget your key again -
[realizes it's not Ballard
: Oh, I startle you, you startle me. Mellie
: Can I help you? Lubov
: I am, uh, friend of Paul. Mellie
: Really. Lubov
: An old friend from... Navy.
[realizes his Russian accent makes that claim implausible
: Friend from Old Navy. I did retail before. He would buy slacks.
: Who the hell are you? Echo
: Hey, I woke up in a five-star floor coffin just like you, pal.
: You'll be putting yourself back in there. You didn't fight to get out for nothing. Echo
: Not nothing. You guys are okay now. I go back in knowing that. Victor
: This thing, it's too big. There's too many of 'em. They got guns. What do you think you're gonna do? Echo
: Try and make a difference.
: Good morning. We're having banana pancakes for breakfast today. Tango
: I like pancakes. Victor
: We're all gonna die.
: You're taking matters into your own hands. Victor
: They're in my shirt.
: [Not know Sierra's going to be imprinted for the last time
] I'll wait for you right here.
: I've burned out another dozen CPLD's trying to cool this thing down. Topher Brink
: I'll order a couple hundred more. Victor
: These are polycrystalline diamond composites. Do we have a budget for that? Topher Brink
: Indeed we do. As Mr. Harding says "Anything in the name of progress."
[Paul is holding a gun to the back of Lubov's head
] Paul Ballard
: Dollhouse. Lubov
: What? Paul Ballard
: Dollhouse. Say it. Lubov
: Dollhouse. Paul Ballard
: Say it again. Lubov
] Your-your brains are...
[Paul cocks the gun
: Okay! Dollhouse, dollh-frickin'-house. Keep saying it. It's fun to say. Dollhouse, dollhouse, dollhouse, dollhouse.
: I would do anything for you, for *both* of you. Priya Tsetsang
: Except for the *one* thing I asked you to do.
: [after being carved up by Alpha
] I'm not by best anymore. I want to be my best. Dr. Claire Saunders
: Yes. I know you do. Victor
: How can I be my best now? Dr. Saunders? How can I be my best please? Dr. Claire Saunders
: You can't Victor. You can't be your best. Your best is past. Your past you can't even remember. You're ugly now. You're disgusting. All you can hope for now is pity. And for that, you're going to have to look somewhere else.
: I need you to get the Hell out of here. There's probably time, not much, but some. I don't want you spending it here. Anthony Ceccoli
: I don't understand. Echo
: Look at her.
[Anthony looks at Priya
: Understand? We're about to go to war. You never know what you're gonna lose in a war. You never know what you're gonna lose anyway. Go be with each other. Even if it's just for the night.
: In my scenario, I was constantly fighting myself, at war. Just trying to get home to my girl.
[Holds up a photo of Priya
] Priya Tsetsang
: In mine, I was constantly making love to you. Anthony Ceccoli
: Oh? Priya Tsetsang
: And then you'd turn into the rotting corpse of a rapist I killed. Anthony Ceccoli