01x01 - Always more blood

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Living means learning
to do what's necessary.

And what's necessary can often
feel like swallowing a razor blade.

Sometimes I wonder if my
hands will ever be clean.

Blood...

Always more blood...

Most folk are lucky enough to
leave their pasts behind them,

or take a b*llet before
it catches up to them.

I've never been lucky.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You are requested to
respond. You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond
to a direct communication.

You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond
to a direct communication.

You are requested to respond.
You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond...

My head felt like it had been used
to test a new model of shock maul.

One wielded with
unwelcome enthusiasm.

You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond
to a direct communication.

f*ck!

You'd have thought I'd have been
used to a thick head by now.

Emperor's eyes.

Nothing is this important!

- You are requested to respond.
- Come on...

You are requested to respond.
You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond
to a direct communication.

- What?
- Hey, Jurgen. Is that you?

What do you want, Eloy?

Some guys were down here,
they were asking about you.

Decent kid. A
few credits here and there

and he kept his eyes wide from
the sh*t heap across the street.

More looters?

Not looters, no, no, no.

No, these boys didn't have
nothing to do with the riots.

No, no, they were
bearing a serious grudge.

And? Spit it out,
Eloy. I'm busy here.

Look, I can't tell
a lie, Jurgen.

I mean you know that.

A man's gotta have some pride.

Gotta live by a code.

You told them
I was here, didn't you?

Yeah but, hey, at least
I called ahead to warn you.

I mean, what else
would you have me do?

Great.

You're the Emperor's saint.

I'm almost certain I
didn't lock the door.

Still, there was always
the smallest of chances.

Idiot.

Come back tomorrow.

Thanks for not using dusters.

Sit down.

That I can do.

It was a safe bet she had at least
one more hitter in the corridor.

Someone to watch their rear
or back them up in a jam.

To her credit, she
keeps her eyes on me.

She's played before.

Have your friends from the
hall come join us.

There's enough
amasec to go around.

Suit yourself.

A glass?

I really need to get new things.

Do you know who I am?

The refuse serf?

People have died
for lesser insults.

People die every day.

True enough.

Perhaps one day
soon, it will be you.

But not today, eh?

That depends.

Hmm.

I'm here on behalf of Aedo.

His previous messenger seemed...

unable to appropriately
get your attention.

He wanted more than was due.

You do not set the terms.

You owe for the
neural suppressors.

Fortunately for you, Aedo
requires a situation addressing.

Something someone of your skill
would be aptly equipped for.

I am not that man anymore.

Yes, I'm inclined to agree.

You don't seem to
be much of anything.

Certainly not resplendent with credits.

So as I said, interrogator...

Interrogator.

That man died with Bellona.

Another damned
ghost in the mirror.

Aedo's messenger keeps
flapping her mouth,

running through the
details of some scheme.

I can't hear, not a thing.

Nothing past the
drumming in my ears.

... and so,
you will do this.

No.

I'll get Aedo his credits,
but that's it, friend.

Once again, you do
not set the terms.

This isn't a choice.

It would seem not.

sh*t.

Turns out I hadn't loaded it.

At least not properly.

I'd forgotten the mess Maimer
rounds made, especially up close.

I knew there were two of them.

One round left
and two vat-heads.

On balance, today
could have been worse.

Let us take her and
we'll be on our way.

Sure.

Come pick her up.

She's getting heavy.

Hey. Hey. She's dead.

What do you say we avoid joining
her and go our separate ways?

We can wait for the universe to
find some other way to k*ll us.

It's a safe bet that
sh**ter of yours misfires.

Maybe.

But your associates
weren't so lucky.

Your call, friend.

Sure. Why not?

Seems a shame to waste the
a*mo if I'm not getting paid.

But this isn't over.

Never is.

Not a chance the
Emperor will bless me twice.

f*ck off.

Open up, you waster.

I'd clearly drunk
more than I'd thought.

Baldur was a voice long
consigned to the past.

Just another ghost at the door.

But then again, ghosts don't
normally let themselves in,

or smell like the air
after a g*n battle.

I knew I'd regret
giving you that mag key.

Then who'd be here to pull
you out of your own vomit?

I've managed just
fine on my own.

Not from where I'm standing.

Get up.

Cheap shot.

It was overdue.

You've wallowed long enough.

The b*stard was right,

and he had owed me that,
even if it hurt to admit it.

He'd always been a good friend.

What do you want, Baldur?

Bellona.

I've got a lead.