Electric City (2012) s01e09 Episode Script
The Saddest of Reasons
A new organization is spreading these devices, hundreds of them.
My operative says they're in almost every building.
These tap joints have proliferated beyond the limits of a hobby.
They're called "wave units.
" An evolutionary step beyond the code kits.
The AMP should take action.
Without true cause, Mrs.
Weaver, such action would be against the unity accords.
That's why we are still around.
Ladies, we have a possible breach.
My grid operative has requested release from his duties.
Why? The saddest of reasons, childbirth.
Years of training wasted because of love and biology.
May I prevail on one of you this unpleasant detail? He will not be easy.
My man will take care of whomever it is.
Richard Jacobs.
Dick.
He will be missed.
Hope.
How did you know it was me? Oh, that whiff of orange blossom and that squeak in your left shoe.
Good memory.
You may be too smart for me.
Oh I doubt that.
My spelling is lousy and I don't think I read as much as you do.
Look, should we, uh, step out of this weather for a cup of hot grain? Who wants to do anything in this storm but curl up at home next to the heat coil? Ah.
Well, some other time then.
You didn't get that subtle invitation? Huh? My place is a Skytrain ride away.
Walking Post delivers! Don't you track up my floor.
Cloveland Carr? Ugh.
Close enough.
Thank you.
No response.
Finally.
Hungry? Very.
Bowl of onion, cold.
I only eat it cold.
Deetleman, something you ought to see.
Where'd you get this? A joint in Steam Town can make three a week.
We can double that number if you let us break this down to study it.
Okay, do it.
Quick question for you, mister.
Where have you been all these years!? Oh.
have you been all these years!? have you been all these years!? Looking for you.
My operative says they're in almost every building.
These tap joints have proliferated beyond the limits of a hobby.
They're called "wave units.
" An evolutionary step beyond the code kits.
The AMP should take action.
Without true cause, Mrs.
Weaver, such action would be against the unity accords.
That's why we are still around.
Ladies, we have a possible breach.
My grid operative has requested release from his duties.
Why? The saddest of reasons, childbirth.
Years of training wasted because of love and biology.
May I prevail on one of you this unpleasant detail? He will not be easy.
My man will take care of whomever it is.
Richard Jacobs.
Dick.
He will be missed.
Hope.
How did you know it was me? Oh, that whiff of orange blossom and that squeak in your left shoe.
Good memory.
You may be too smart for me.
Oh I doubt that.
My spelling is lousy and I don't think I read as much as you do.
Look, should we, uh, step out of this weather for a cup of hot grain? Who wants to do anything in this storm but curl up at home next to the heat coil? Ah.
Well, some other time then.
You didn't get that subtle invitation? Huh? My place is a Skytrain ride away.
Walking Post delivers! Don't you track up my floor.
Cloveland Carr? Ugh.
Close enough.
Thank you.
No response.
Finally.
Hungry? Very.
Bowl of onion, cold.
I only eat it cold.
Deetleman, something you ought to see.
Where'd you get this? A joint in Steam Town can make three a week.
We can double that number if you let us break this down to study it.
Okay, do it.
Quick question for you, mister.
Where have you been all these years!? Oh.
have you been all these years!? have you been all these years!? Looking for you.