The music box is broken, or is it? It starts to play and a haunting tune fills the air. I awake suddenly from my dream, there is no music box and yet there it is, a tiny one, nestled in my hand and I awake from the dream again as if I were peeling an onion. It’s a dream no matter how far I go; I can never reach reality, trapped in an endless nightmare.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
When you're told not to open something, well, who can resist?
You know what they say cowboy, easy come easy go.
That missile will hit Ganymede before I have a chance to recharge!
Hey there, have a little trouble?
Huh?
I can bail you out for 80%...
You're insane!
OK, bye-bye now!
Alright, 40%, that's my last offer!
OK, I get the 60!
Deal, just do it!
"Next time", "we'll make money"? Jet, is she saying what I'm thinking she's saying, cause if she is...
I don't know and I have no opinion.
Man, she's taking a shower in our shower. That's not OK, right?
Don't know, I have no opinion.
...fine, I'll go tell her myself.
Mmmm... huh?- Wait, Spike! [three gunshots are heard] Bad move, Spike-o!
Isn't it bad for your health to drink it all in one gulp, Annie?
AAnastasia
What's bad for my health is seeing you come back to life. It's a shock to the system.
Hey, thanks a lot for the warm welcome.
AAnastasia
Hmph. Why welcome the dead? It's all futile.
But I'm alive.
AAnastasia
No, you're not. You died three years ago. That's how things work here.
Let me tell you something. You're not gonna get any reward money from Mao. [Spike inserts bullets into a magazine] He's already dead. Assassinated. Internal politics. Between rival crime syndicates. You understand? It's a trap!
Yeah, I know. I know the whole sad story. [inserts magazine into his pistol]
And you're still going? Wait, does this have to do with Mao?
Yeah. I have a debt to pay off.
[Jet hesitates to find the urge and answer Spike's question]
You wanted to know what happened to my arm.
Huh? [Jet holds the wrist of his prosthetic arm]
This is what I've paid. Yeah, for being too gung-ho and running ahead of the game. You get the point?
I don't want to do this, Jet.
Then why are you?
Let's just say my past is catching up to me.
When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. You agree, don't you, Spike?
I'm just watching a bad dream I never wake up from.
I'll wake you up right now.
What's your rush, Vicious? After all, it's been a long time.
[chuckles] Are you pleading for your life?
Hardly. Begging doesn't work on you, remember? Even if it's coming from the man who took you in and made you what you are.
Perhaps, but he was a beast who lost his fangs. That's why he had to die, Spike. And that's why you have to die.
You should see yourself. Do you have any idea what you look like right at this moment, Spike?
What?
A ravenous beast. The same blood runs through both of us. The blood of a beast who wanders, hunting for the blood of others.
I've bled all that kind of blood away.
THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!
[Spike, bandaged head to toe, regains consciousness. Faye is watching over him, humming]
Oh, you're finally up, huh? You slept too much, you've been asleep three days. Yeah, I was starting to worry about you. Hey, you should be grateful to me for staying here.
[Spike beckons her over]
[muffled] You sing off-key.
[Spike screams in pain and Faye angrily walks out of the room]
Damn, that blues-harp sounds sweet. I knew it would.
Heh... I thought you like jazz.
Don't be dense. I started wailing the blues when the doctor whacked my bottom on the day I was born.
A baby hipster, very cool.
Yo! Hey, Fatty! Fatty River, long time no see!
FFatty
Oh! Who'd have guessed, if it isn't Jet Black! [they both pat each other's shoulders] Well, well, when the hell did you blow in?
How about you? You're lookin' pretty cheery. What happened, did you catch a nice big one? [both laughing out loud]
[Wen takes Zebra to the exit; Giraffe then sees them and follows them before Spike tails behind him]
I had no idea you were a fan of the blues, Fatty!
FFatty
You kidding me? I listened to the blues when I was still in my father's sack, if you know what I mean!
Come on! There's nothing to be afraid of. Come here, let's talk.
[Wen shoots Spike's right arm, throws his pistol off to an empty area]
WWen
You'd better stay out of it. [Spike turns to him] Little twerp like you sticks his neck out too far, he'll get it cut off. Understand? [Spike then starts groaning in pain]
Don't give me that crap, kid!
WWen
Sorry, but I'm not a kid.
Yeah, all kids say that. [Wen pauses for a long beat]
WWen
I know what I look like, but I was alive when this place was an outpost, before the asteroids were even settled. Get the picture?
When the Gate exploded, a coordinate system was created from the resulting twists in hyperspace—a kind of singularity that drew in vast amounts of energy, enclosing and crystallising them into a single faceted stone, the gem that makes up this ring. The same energy broke Wen's circadian rhythm. His pineal body continually produces a substance like melatonin that inhibits ageing. That's the theory in a nutshell. Get the picture?
Yeah, as if.
[sighs] I don't either. Which simply means, there's no way to know for sure until we stick the gem into the kid and find out.
[Spike puts the gem-pointed bullet into the gun and cocks it]
Anything could happen. It could blow sky high the moment it hits.
..Kinda makes it interesting.
WWen
I see... Yes, I can finally die at last... [Spike walks to him] Ah, I feel so heavy... [sighs] But I feel... I finally feel at ease. Do you understand? [Spike pauses] Do you understand? Do you...?
[Wen passes on. Spike picks up his harmonica, blows into it with no sound]
Yeah, I understand... as if.
[Spike throws the harmonica in the air, slowing uses a finger gun gesture to it]
Bang.
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