Automata Page #4

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.

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