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Most of the time, it's like...

I don't know.

It's like there's this
thick, black cloud

covering everything.

Like we see the world,

but we don't really see
the world, you know?

We're all just stumbling around.

Directionless. No
sense of meaning.

No sense of purpose.

I know that might
sound super depressing,

but honestly, I think
it's a good thing.

Because it makes us
appreciate the other times.

Those brief,
transcendent moments

when the lights flicker
on, the black cloud parts,

and you see the world
for what it really is.

Oh.

And suddenly there's meaning.

Suddenly there's purpose.

So, uh, do you...

Oh, shit. Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.

Shit.

If you're lucky,

you'll experience this
once in your lifetime.

Goddamn, that was…

- That was smooth.
- Yeah.

For me…

So smooth.

…it happened twice.

The first was the
day I met Josh.

Uh, I'm Josh.

I'm Iris.

And the second…

the day I killed him.

Iris, wake up.

Hey, sleepyhead.

How long was I out?

Uh, for a while.

Yeah, you were zonked
out there pretty good.

I was having the
most wonderful dream.

Oh, yeah? About me?

Well, that is very
presumptuous, but…

Yeah.

- …yes.
- Yes. Knew it.

Was it sexy times?

No, you deviant.

- Little bit of sexy times?
- No, I was...

- Was my shirt off?
- No,

I was dreaming about
the day we met.

It was all so perfect.

Remember how perfect it all was?

Yeah, no. No, how
could I forget?

The supermarket, the oranges.

What road is this?

It's not showing up on the GPS.

I don't think this is the road.

Think this might
be the driveway.

You have arrived

at your destination.

Thank you, Josh's car.

Thank you, car.

Pop the trunk.

Popping trunk.

Fuck me.

Kat called this place

a "little rustic
cabin in the woods."

I think we might have
differing opinions

on the meaning of
the word "cabin."

Also "rustic."

Also "little."

What?

Iris. Come on. You know
you can't lie to me.

Tell me what's wrong.

I'm gonna do something stupid.

I'm gonna say something stupid.

I'm gonna embarrass you.
They're gonna laugh at me.

They're gonna hate me.
They already hate me.

Jesus Christ, Iris.

We've been planning
this trip for months,

and this is all
just coming out now?

Like 20 feet from
the fucking door?

Look, look. Hey.

My friends don't hate you.

Kat does.

Yeah, m-maybe, but
Kat hates everybody.

I just don't wanna
screw everything up.

Come on, Beep-Boop. You're
not gonna screw everything up.

Just relax, you know?

Don't be all mopey and weird.

Just remember to...

remember to smile and act happy.

Okay?

Yay! You made it.
Fucking finally.

Okay, so when you said remote,
I thought you meant, like,

a couple miles off the highway.

I didn't realize you meant
edge of fucking civilization.

Oh, don't be so dramatic, Josh.

- It's not that far.
- Okay, hard disagree.

Uh, hello, Iris.

Hi, Kat. It's so
good to see you.

So good.

Everyone, look who I found.

- Hey, Patrick.
- Hey.

Look at you in the kitchen, man.

Yeah, look at me. Welcome.
I would give you a hug,

but I've got scallop
hands. Sorry.

Okay, well, I appreciate
that. Where's...

- There he is!
- Hey!

Joshyboy, Joshyboy.

Hey, buddy.

You too, girl. Get in here.

- Hi. How are you?
- Hi! How are you?

I'm good. Uh, I'm… drunk.

- Oh.
- Good. This is good.

Oh, and, Josh, you
remember Sergey.

Hey.

Hey, Sergey. Nice
to see you again.

- Likewise, my friend.
- Oh.

Likewise.

And this beautiful
creation must be Iris.

- Hello.
- Mmm.

Such pleasure.

I have heard lot about this one.

Really? All good I hope.

Your lake house, it's
really... it's incredible.

- Yeah, and so secluded.
- Yeah.

I mean, I think the
last place we passed

was like ten miles back.

Seventeen. And
I paid for this.

Privacy does not come
cheap, my friends.

Not cheap at all.

Don't tell me you
own the whole lake.

No, no, no. Don't be silly.
Just all the land around it.

But let's get you guys a drink.

What do you like?
Beer, cocktail, wine?

I'm fine. More than anything,
I just need a shower.

Katyonak, what room they are in?

Uh, up the stairs,
down the hall,

- last door on the left.
- Okay.

- I'll see you later. Yeah.
- Okay, I'll see you. Bye.

Smile.

Act happy.

Okay, continue.
Continue with the story.

Anyway, so I was

wearing this ridiculously
elaborate Dracula costume,

and I didn't know a
single person, as I said.

So I'm standing
by the snack table

just munching on
carrots and something

- that looked like hummus...
- It wasn't hummus.

It was not hummus.

It was not hummus, I
don't think, but I...

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

And so I turn around,

and there's this
green, puffy dinosaur

just staring me down.

And inside its head,

I hear this very muffled,
very annoyed voice say…

"You're standing on my tail."

So I turn around, I look
down, and sure enough,

I'm standing on his
little dino tail.

So I step off and apologize.

And he takes his head off,

and I'm looking at
the most beautiful man

that I've ever seen in my life.

So, did you meet
this beautiful man

- after you met Eli, or…
- Okay, you know what? Shut up.

- Was that a scallop?
- That was a scallop.

- Actually hit me.
- Yeah, I took baseball.

Yes, you did.

Well, when did you know?

Uh, know what?

That...

That he was the one.

Oh.

Right then and there.

I know it's gonna sound
cheesy, but the moment...

the moment we locked eyes,
something inside of me just…

clicked into place.

Doesn't sound cheesy at all.

I get it.

It's like there's
this piece of you

that you didn't even
know was broken,

and then…

suddenly it's... it's fixed.

And you're... you're
staring at this stranger,

this person you've
never met before,

and you know…

that for the rest of your life,

you will do whatever it takes
to make this person happy.

Right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, totally.

Patrick, this food is
unbelievable. Thank you.

Thank you, Sergey.
That's so nice of you.

Um, I'm glad you like it.

He spoils me. I
swear I've gained

like ten pounds since
we started dating.

- Only ten?
- Shut the fuck up. Okay?

So, Sergey, what kind
of work do you do?

Oh, you know, I have
fingers in many pots.

My hands are not
clean, my friend.

It's a…

…a very dirty business.

Sergey seems...

He seems nice.

Oh, yeah.

He's got everything
you want in a man.

Yeah, he's rich, intelligent.

He's got a beautiful wife.

Wife? So, he...
Sergey's married?

Mm-hmm.

But you love... you
love each other?

Love? No. No, no, no.

He'd have to think of me
as a human being first.

I don't understand.

I'm an accessory,
like his fucking car.

I wear what he wants.
Eat what he wants.

Fuck when he wants.

Look who I'm talking to.

Do you not like me, Kat?

You know, it's not that
I don't like you, Iris.

It's the idea of you.

You make me feel so…

replaceable.

Replaceable?

Nobody could replace you, Kat.

I mean, you're Kat.

And you're so fearless.
It's inspiring.

I wish I could be
more like you, but…

…you know, I wasn't
built that way.

I just…

I feel like there's always
something inside of me

holding me back.

No, no, no.

♪ Uh-huh ♪

Come on.

♪ Uh-huh ♪

Okay, get up, bitch.

- Get up! Come on!
- No. Oh, God.

- Come on!
- That's right.

- You too.
- What the fuck?

Put that phone away and get up.

- Okay.
- Get your asses up.

- Come on.
- Come on!

Iris, what are you doing?

Ah!

I'm so glad we did this.

Being here with you
is just perfect.

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry if I was being
weird or mopey earlier.

I just want you to be
happy, Josh. That's all.

Iris, go to sleep.

It's such a gorgeous day out.

Uh, what's the weather?

It's currently 72 degrees

with an 83% chance of
rain in the evening.

It never gets old.

- You almost ready?
- Oh, I'm sorry, babe.

I think I need
some time to shower

and pound a few
gallons of coffee.

Why don't, uh...

Why don't you head
down there by yourself?

But it was your idea.

You said you wanted a nice,
relaxing morning by the lake.

I know, but that's before the
hangover caught up with me.

Last night was a lot.

You had fun though, right?

Of course I did, Beep-Boop.

Last night was incredible.

You want me to wait?

We could make the
shower for two.

Nah, no, no. That's okay. Um…

You go on ahead.

Enjoy as much of this
gorgeous day as you can.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Hmm.

Sorry?

Means "good morning."

Oh, yes.

Dobroe utro to you too.

Hey, your Russian is not bad.

It is not good, but
also it is not bad.

Nice view.

To love.

Mmm.

You like?

I think I'm actually
going to head back inside.

So soon?

Yeah…

Josh wasn't feeling
great this morning,

so I think I should
check in on him.

Josh is big boy. He can
take care of himself.

Stay. Keep Sergey company.

I really think I should see him.

You…

like lake house, yes?

Yeah.

You enjoy your time here?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, very much.

Then as guest, please stay.

Keep this old
Russian man company.

- Okay.
- Wonderful.

Mmm.

Oh.

You mind?

Just back and shoulders.

- It's tough to reach.
- Oh.

Don't want to get too tan.

Okay.

Mmm.

And shoulders, please.

Okay.

What are you doing?

It's not problem.
This Kat's idea.

She tell Sergey
you are down here.

Give Sergey permission.

Let go of my hand, please.

This is what you do, yes?

This is what you are for.

- Mmm.
- Please.

Please stop.

I was drunk. I mean, you...

Last night, it was crazy.

You were extremely drunk.

You were drunk too. Like,
more drunk than I got.

I don't really get drunk.
It's like this gift.

Like, people get bloated
and stuff, and not me.

- Like, never happens.
- Never get bloated.

Never. It's like I could
drink and do whatever I want.

- It's like you get dehydrated.
- Yeah, just, like...

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Iris, what the fuck?

I didn't mean to. He...

He forced himself on me.

Who did?

Sergey?

Mmm.

Please.

Sergey just want little taste.

I just wanted him to stop.

Oh, God. Sergey.

Iris.

Iris. Hey, look at me. Look
at me. Talk me through it.

What happened?

I...

I said stop!

I didn't have a choice.

Sergey?

He wouldn't let go. He
was choking me, Josh.

And then I...

And then you what,
Iris? Then you what?

He was trying to kill me,

and the only thing
I could think about

was that if he did kill me,

I'd never get to see you again,

and that hurt so much more
than the pain of being choked!

I wouldn't let that happen.

I couldn't let him
take me away from you.

I love you so much!

Iris, go to sleep.

Okay. Don't forget
her ankles, okay?

Okay.

Are you sure this is gonna hold?

Yeah, no, it's fine.

She's not superhuman
or anything.

She's only as strong
as they want her to be.

Handcuff knot.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's she doing?

She's asleep. I
gave her two Xanax.

Xanaxes? Xani?

- Whatever, she's asleep.
- Okay, good. Good.

So…

what do we do now?

Uh, I mean, the only
thing we can do.

We call the cops. We
tell them everything.

Right, yeah.

- Yeah.
- But what about…

Well, uh, obviously I'll
need to, uh, you know.

I just don't understand how
this could have happened.

Don't they have safeguards
for this kind of shit?

I have no idea.

Like a glitch maybe?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay, so…

I'll call the
cops, and you will…

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Sorry, do you mind,
um, taking it outside?

Just 'cause… I... I
wanna say goodbye.

Yeah.

- Yeah, buddy. Sure.
- Yeah, thanks.

Iris, wake up.

…be lost without you!

Hey, hey, hey. Hey,
it's okay. You're okay.

- You're okay. I'm here. Hey.
- Josh.

Listen to me.

Wait. Why are my hands tied?
Why are my hands tied, Josh?

Iris. We didn't have a choice.
We didn't have a choice.

You murdered Sergey.
You remember?

No, no, no, no.

It was self-defense.
He was gonna kill me.

He was gonna kill me.
You gotta believe me.

No, I believe you, Iris.

I mean, you couldn't lie to
me even if you wanted to.

What?

It's, um, part of
your programming.

Programming? What the hell
are you talking about?

Okay, um…

Sorry, there's just no
delicate way to say this.

So, I'm just gonna rip
the Band-Aid right off.

You're a robot.

I'm…

A robot.

More specifically,
you're a companion robot.

A companion robot?

Yeah, it's like a, um…

I hate the word "fuckbot."

Um, 'cause you do so much
more than that, but, uh…

You're an emotional
support robot…

that fucks.

You're joking, right?

- This is just a sick...
- Iris, what's the weather?

It's currently 72 degrees

with an 83% chance of
rain in the evening.

- Are...
- Hmm.

Are you still not convinced?

Yeah, okay, uh…

Let's see.

Iris, do you know any
foreign languages?

Can you speak, say, Spanish?

Josh, you know no
sé hablar español.

¿Qué?

How about Chinese?

Do I need to keep going?

'Cause I can go, uh…

I can do Portuguese.
I can do Korean.

I can do, uh…

I don't know what Telugu is,
but apparently you speak it.

I don't... I don't understand.

I...

No, no, no. I have memories.

Uh, uh… College. Uh,
summer jobs. I've...

I've been to Japan. Twice.

Okay, so what those are...

Those are, um…

They're like
outlines of memories.

You know, just enough to give
you a little, uh, backstory.

The... The... The day we
met in the grocery store.

You and the oranges. That is
not an outline of a memory.

Yeah, it's fake.
Never happened.

I just randomly picked it

from a drop-down
list of meet-cutes.

It could've been anywhere.
It could've been dog park,

a bookstore, farmer's market.

It never happened?

Okay, do, um...

Do you wanna know how we
met? Like, how we really met?

Hey. Josh Beeman?

- Yeah, that's me.
- Okay.

- Yeah, come on in.
- Thank you.

Sorry.

How you doing?

Okay, this is the
user agreement.

- Okay.
- Just give it a read

and then sign at the
bottom when you're done.

Um…

So, um, what do I do

when she, like,
boots up or whatever?

Well, once she's done
syncing with your phone,

you'll need to
create a love link.

- Love link?
- Yeah. It establishes

the emotional connection
between you and…

Iris.

Just follow the vocal
prompts when she wakes up.

It's all pretty intuitive.

Do they... Do they know
that they're robots?

Not at all.

She'll be so fixated on
you, your wants, your needs,

that'll never even occur to her.

The whole experience
is customizable.

You can change her voice,
eye color, intelligence,

and if you ever wanna revert
back to her factory settings,

there is a thumbprint
sensor behind her right ear.

Just hold your thumb
there for five seconds,

she'll reset.

You can... You can change
their intelligence?

Yeah, but don't worry.

There's about a billion
government regulations

that force us to limit

how strong and
smart they can be.

A hundred-percent intelligence
would be the equivalent

of an Ivy League grad.

Zero percent would be
a mindless automaton.

It really just depends on
what kind of partner you want.

She can't lie. So if
you ask her a question,

she literally has to
tell you the truth.

And for obvious reasons,
her programming prevents her

from causing harm
to humans, animals,

or other companions.
Trust me, Mr. Beeman.

You have nothing to worry about.

Iris is completely docile.

She's yours to do
whatever you want with.

To establish love link,
please place your face

within three feet of
my field of vision.

Please say your name.

Josh Beeman.

Thank you, Josh Beeman.

Love link established.

Hey, you.

H-Hi.

Um…

Uh…

So…

Oh, my God. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, God!

I don't understand.

I feel things.

Anger, guilt, sadness. I...

I know what pain feels like.

It's programming.

It's just a way to make
you seem more real.

Everything you do,
your whole life,

it's just an
imitation of a life.

There... There we
go. Perfect. Okay.

This is just water.

You know, it's from a
reservoir in your body.

It's like wiper fluid.

I get it topped off every time
I take you in to get serviced.

Oh, God. I'm gonna be sick.

No, you're not!

Iris, it's programming.

Stop saying that!

Yeah, you're right.
You're right. I'm sorry.

I know this must be
a lot to process.

Okay.

Okay, what?

I'm not real.

But I'm still yours.

We can get through this.
We can go back home.

I'll do whatever you want.

I'll cook for you, wait
on you, make love to you.

I can make you happy, Josh.

I can make you so,
so, so, so happy.

No.

I'm sorry, Iris.
That can't happen.

Why not?

Uh, what are you doing?

- Nothing, okay?
- What the fuck

are you waiting for?

- Shut her down already.
- Shut me down?

- Fuck, Kat. Jesus Christ!
- What is she talking about?

- Shut me down? Josh!
- Nothing, nothing. Just...

Will you excuse me
for a second, Iris?

Josh! Please!

- Dude.
- No, come on.

Josh!

Josh.

You can't do that, Kat.

You can't tell a robot
you're gonna shut it down.

That's, like, not cool at all.

Well, okay, I don't
like surprises, Josh.

This was not part of the plan.

Look, I know, and I'm
sorry, but I mean,

considering everything
she's done for us,

I figured she was at
least owed an explanation.

And...

Okay, look, I wanted
to say goodbye.

Are you kidding?

She's a piece of plastic
that you have sex with.

Ugh.

Saying goodbye to her
is like saying goodbye

to the sock you jerk off in.

Okay, she's not a sock.

The plan hasn't changed, Kat.

I'm just adding one
tiny, extra step.

Just a final farewell.
And then I will switch

all of her settings
back to normal.

And then, yeah, I'll shut
her down permanently.

- And then?
- And then nothing.

Then we crack open a
bottle of champagne,

and we wait for the
cops to show up.

I mean, the hard part's over.

Which, by the way,

like, holy fucking
shit! Right?

I mean, you plan, and
you plan, you plan,

and you, like, know
it's gonna happen,

but then, like, it
happens, and you're like,

"Holy fucking shit!"

I mean, we did it!

We did it. We, like,
fucking did it.

All... All right, all right.
That's... That's good.

- That's enough.
- Okay, yeah, sorry. Right.

Sorry. I still just
can't believe it.

Yeah, I know. It's so crazy.

What the fuck is
going on with you?

Why are you not as
excited as I am?

No, I am. I'm
excited. It's, um…

It's just... It's just
the Xanax Eli gave me.

You actually took it?

It's a Xanax, Josh. I'm
not gonna not take it.

Hey, Beep-Boop. Look,
I'm so sorry about that.

Everything's gonna
be okay. We're...

What are you doing?

Oh, fuck. Iris, go to s...

Help!

Baby, I'm so sorry.

He'll need an ice pack,

and if there's any swelling,
shortness of breath,

wheezing, agitation
or drowsiness,

take him to the
emergency room, okay?

Um…

okay.

Yeah, she's tied up inside,
so she's not going anywhere.

Mm-hmm.

Eli. Eli, Iris is...

Baby, I'm on the
phone. I can't hear.

What's that? What
am I looking at?

A mod.

A mod?

And what does it mod?

Iris.

Gives me access to
parts of her programming

that you're not typically
given access to.

I'm sorry. Did you
jailbreak your sexbot?

What did you do to her?

I bumped up her aggression

and her self-defense functions.

And I turned off the programming

that prevents her
from doing harm.

But she escaped before I
had the chance to reset her.

So if Empathix finds
her before we do,

then they'll know she
was tampered with,

and then we're fucked.

Wait, so does that mean that...

Did you kill Sergey?

No. No, no, no.
Iris killed Sergey.

- Thank God.
- We just gave her

- a little push.
- Oh, my God.

- Wait, Eli. Eli, you...
- Oh, my God.

You have to understand,
Eli. Sergey was a bad dude.

He was mixed up in all
kinds of fucked-up shit,

like drugs and guns and,
like, human trafficking.

Not to mention a
terrible boyfriend.

- Yeah, just the worst!
- Why?

I don't know! Who's to
say what makes people

do bad things?

It could have something
to do with his upbringing.

No, dick. Why did you do it?

Oh.

Right. Sorry. Um…

Well…

- You remember the code?
- Of course.

Stalin's birthday. It's
his code for everything.

I see.

How... How... How much is that?

Um, just over 12 million.

Oh, goddamn it. That
smells so fucking good.

Wait.

If this whole trip was a setup
to get Iris to kill Sergey,

why did you have
Patrick and I tag along?

To corroborate our story.

I mean, we figured
it'd be an easier sell

with more witnesses.

Oh. So, we were just a
couple of stooges, huh?

- No.
- Nice.

Technically, yes, but
that was the old plan.

New plan…

you get a cut.

Even three-way split.

You mean four-way split.

No. I mean three-way.

But there's four of us.

You're... You're kidding.

He's... He's kidding.

You, me, Kat, Patrick.

- Eli…
- Josh…

Patrick doesn't count.

- Are you fucking...
- Wow.

- Right in front of him? Nice.
- I...

I'm so sorry, baby. I'm
sorry you had to hear that.

That's okay. I don't mind.

Patrick, go to sleep.

What the fuck, dude?

You trying to sabotage
my relationship?

No! Of course not, man. I know
how much Patrick means to you.

God knows you could
have traded him in

for a newer model,
like, many times.

Are you fucking robo-shaming me?

I am not robo-shaming you.

I... I like Patrick, but
he's not getting a cut.

You're lucky you're
getting anything

considering you
contributed jack shit.

What the fuck did
you contribute, huh?

Iris did everything.

I planted the knife
in her pocket.

- I had to practice that.
- The knife?

That was probably the
most flimsiest part

of the plan, actually,
to be honest.

How did you know she'd find it?

I don't know.

I've never orchestrated
a murder before.

It's fucking hard.

- Clearly.
- Okay!

- Eli.
- Yeah?

We're offering you
four million dollars.

And all you have
to do is help us

find one little robot
girl in the woods.

That's not a bad deal.

Fine.

But I call dibs on the gun.

Eli.

We're not gonna need that.

I mean, all I have to
do is get close enough

to put her to sleep

and grab my phone and wipe
the mod from her system.

So we're fine.

She has your phone?

Yeah.

Does she know your passcode?

Josh, does she
know your passcode?

Yeah. I mean, she knows
everything about me.

Yeah, then we're
definitely gonna need this.

Patrick, wake up.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey.

We're going robot hunting.

Oh, okay.

- Fun, huh?
- Fun.

Josh.

What can she do with your phone?

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Wow, Josh.

Goddamn it, Josh. We've been
walking for-fucking-ever.

Isn't there like a "find my
fuckbot" app you can use?

Yeah, there is.
But guess what.

It's on my fucking phone.

- Goddamn it, Josh.
- Will you stop yelling?

We know the general
direction she was going.

We just need to...

Why don't we just split up?

That way, we can kind
of attack her from…

two different angles, you know?

Like a pincer...

- Hit her... What are you doing?
- I don't know.

Eli and Patrick, you
guys go that way.

Kat and I, we're gonna
go this way. Okay?

Kat and you will go that way?

Are you guys fucking?

- Gross.
- No, of course not...

"Gross"?

Okay.

What now, Iris? Think.

Use that extra 60% intelligence.

Just need to get back home,

grab some clothes,
money, clean yourself up.

How do you do that?

You could work your way
back to the main road.

Hitch a ride.

What the fuck?

Okay, no hitchhiking.

You could go on foot.

It's hundreds of miles
across difficult terrain.

It could take days.

And by the time you get back…

Welcome home, Beep-Boop.

Yeah, no walking.

You got Josh's phone.

The phone controls you.

But it also controls…

Good afternoon.

Where would you
like to go today?

Home, please.

Driving home.

And might I add, this is
a terrific plan, Iris.

Aw.

Thank you, Josh's car.

All you gotta do is
backtrack through the woods,

get to the lake house

without Josh or his
friends murdering you,

and you're home free.

Where'd you find it?

In his closet.

Like, who are you
hunting, Sergey?

It looks good on you.

Thanks, babe.

You look good in
everything. You really do.

I swear, you can
pull everything off.

Like, any kind of vest...

What?

You hear that?

No. What is it?

It's the sound of me realizing
how fucking stupid this is.

You don't think we'll find her?

I don't know, and,
actually, I don't care.

Just let Josh and
Kat deal with her.

You're still upset

they left you out of their plan?

I'm just saying, if the
situation were reversed

and I altered your programming

to kill some dude so we could
steal millions from him,

I would've included Josh

in the plan right
from the get-go.

I would've done that
because I'm a friend.

That's what friends do, right?

They include each other, right?

That's if you were
a robot, obviously.

Yeah, obviously.

Anyways, I am tired, I am hungry

and carrying this huge
gun makes me really horny.

So, how about we go back
to the cabin and we fuck?

And then you can
make me an omelet.

Come on.

But you'd never do
that to me, right?

Do what?

You wouldn't…

alter my programming?

What are you
talking about, babe?

Eli, I know I'm a robot.

How?

I've pieced it together
over the years.

I don't understand.
You can't lie.

Yesterday, you were
telling the story

about how we met
as if it happened.

Because it's not a lie.

I mean, it may have
never happened, but…

my memory of it's real.

I close my eyes,
and I can see it.

Clear as day.

Hey. Hey!

You're standing on my tail.

- What?
- You're standing on my tail!

- I'm sorry.
- What?

I'm sorry.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, I'm Eli.

I'm Patrick.

Baby, you know I would
never hurt you, right?

You know that I
wouldn't treat you

the way that Josh
treats Iris, right?

- I know that.
- I love you so much.

And that's fucking insane

for me to say that
out loud, right?

But I do.

Do you feel how much I love you?

I do.

What does it feel like?

I don't know how to describe
something like that.

Can you try?

It feels like pain.

Like…

the inside of my
body is on fire.

And it's angry.

And violent.

And bright.

Fuck you, Dad. I'm
in love with a robot.

You're in love with a robot.

Iris.

Iris?

- Eli...
- Babe.

Ow!

Fuck, that's fucking loud!

Eli.

Fuck.

This isn't personal, Iris.

You know I'm an ally, girl...

But this is a lot
of fucking money...

Eli?

Patrick, I...

I'm sorry.

- Oh, my God.
- Iris! Go to sleep!

Fuck!

Iris!

Iris!

Iris!

Iris.

Fuck!

Ow!

Iris, open the door.

Open the fucking door!

Good afternoon.

Where would you
like to go today?

Home. Drive home.

Voice ID not recognized.

Drive home!

Voice ID not recognized.

Enable manual driving mode!

- Voice ID not recognized.
- Fuck!

Iris, you're not going anywhere.

Get out of the car. Come on.

Don't make this any harder
than it needs to be.

Come on.

Drive.

Drive.

What the fuck is
happening, Iris?

Drive. Drive. Drive home.

Voice ID not recognized.

Drive. Drive home.

Voice ID not recognized.

Drive. Drive. Drive home.

- Voice ID not recognized.
- Drive! Drive.

Drive. Drive. Drive home!

Drive. Drive home. Drive.

Drive.

Drive home. Home! Drive home!

Iris.

Fuck! Fuck. Fuck.

Iris!

Phone. Phone.
Phone, phone, phone.

Sergey, where the
fuck is your phone?

Yes.

Fuck.

Stalin's birthday.

What the fuck is
Stalin's birthday?

Um… Uh…

Yes. Yes.

No, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing?

Warning. Warning.

The owner of this vehicle
has reported it stolen.

- Remote kill switch engaged.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Unengage kill
switch. Drive home.

All systems have been disabled.

Fuck!

We appreciate your cooperation.

No!

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Hey, Beep-Boop.

I didn't mean to scare
you there. I just, um…

I'm sorry.

It's not too late,
you know? Um…

We could still go back home.

Go back to the way things were.

What about Sergey and Eli?

I'll just blame
everything on Patrick.

Kat'll go along with it.

We can turn him
over to Empathix,

and then you and I can
live happily ever after.

I still love you, Iris.

Even after everything
you've done.

Do you still love me?

Yes.

So then come back
to me, Beep-Boop.

We can get through this.

I can change. I can
be a better boyfriend.

I can finally treat you with
the respect that you deserve.

I... No. I can't.

Why not?

You programmed me to
murder someone, Josh.

It's really hard to come back
from something like that.

- Iris…
- You're a great guy. You are.

But this... this... Us.
It's not working. It's...

We're on two totally
different paths.

Two totally different paths?

What the fuck is happening?
Are you breaking up with me?

I'm sorry.

It's not you. It's me.

Iris...

Iris, don't you fucking...

Patrick. Patrick, get up.

I need you to track down Iris
for me, all right, buddy?

Before she gets too far away.

We only have a small
window of time,

and it's only getting
smaller, all right?

Josh, what are you doing?

I'm taking care of it.

Find Iris. Get my phone back.

My passcode is 561297.

Put her to sleep.
Bring her back to me.

Don't let anyone
get in your way.

- Josh.
- I'm taking care of it!

Okay. Okay.

Fuck it.

Patrick, get up.

Patrick, get up!

Shit.

Okay. Okay. Here we go.

System resetting in five, four,

- three, two, one.
- Go.

Resetting.

To establish love link,

please place your face within
3 feet of my field of vision.

Please say your name.

Josh Beeman.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Thank you, Josh Beeman.

Hey. Hey.

You're standing on my tail.

What?

You're standing on my tail!

Oh.

- I'm sorry.
- What?

I'm sorry.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Josh.

I'm Patrick.

Love link established.

Hey, you.

Fuck.

Evening, ma'am.

Good evening!

Uh…

What a beautiful evening it is.

Do you agree?

What is that you're
speaking there? German?

Yes. German.

Okay, let's see, uh…

Sprechen… Spre... Sprechen?

Sprechen de English?

Yes, I speak English

but my language setting is currently
set to German because I can't lie.

So that's a big,
fat no then. Um…

Oh, shit. Just my luck.

Um…

I am Deputy Hendrix.

Hendrix.

What is your name?

- Iris.
- Iris.

Where… are you coming from?

My boyfriend and I were staying
at a lake house down the way.

Wait. House? House over there?

Oh, you're... You're not...

You're not talking
about Sergey's place?

Ja. Sergey.

Goddamn.

I should have known
that Russki was mixed up

in some weird shit like this.

How is old Sergey by the way?

He's dead.

I stabbed him in the
neck with a pocket knife.

Oh.

Well, shit, Iris,

why don't you hop
into my cruiser there?

I'll drive you back
to Sergey's place,

and we'll get this
all sorted out.

Oh no! That's very
kind of you...

No. It's no trouble at all.

No! Please, I can't go back!

Do we have a problem here, Iris?

They'll kill me.

Oh, Christ.

Don't move another inch, Iris.

You hear me?

Now I want you to
slowly turn around

and put your hands
behind your back.

Oh god, no.

Goddamn it! I
said turn around!

He's coming!

You got anything
in your pockets?

Anything that might stick me?

Please! I'm begging you!

He's almost here! Turn around!

What the fuck?

Stop right there!

I'm warning you!
Don't come any closer!

I don't wanna shoot! I don't...

Whoa. Hey, hey. I don't think
you're supposed to mix those.

Oh, fuck.

Patrick. Whose car is this?

I believe the name on the
officer's tag was Hendrix.

Where's Officer Hendrix now?

He's in the trunk.

Fuck this.

What are you doing?

What's it look like I'm doing?

I'm taking my half of the money,

and I'm getting the
fuck out of here.

It was hard enough
justifying Sergey's murder,

but now Eli's dead
and a fucking cop.

- This is so beyond fucked.
- Sorry.

What do you mean
it was hard enough

justifying Sergey's murder?

Sergey was a Russian mobster.
He deserved what he got.

- Right?
- I mean, yeah.

Okay, sure, he
deserved what he got.

He was a horrible person,
a shitty boyfriend,

a bad husband, a
misogynist. But...

But what, Kat?

Okay, but he wasn't a mobster!

He was just a regular dude.

Made his fortune in sod farming.

Sod farming?

What are you saying?
He was a dirt salesman?

Just to be clear, I never
told you what he did.

You just assumed he
was in the Mafia,

and I didn't correct you.

Of course. This is perfect.

This is a perfect
representation of every woman

in my fucking life.

They use me,

and then when shit
gets a little tough,

they fucking abandon me!

Fuck off, Josh.

I'm done here.

You clean up this mess yourself.

You're not leaving.

I'm not your robot, Josh.
You can't control me.

Kat.

Kat. Kat, you can't go.

Get your fucking hands off me!

Patrick, stop her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Patrick.

What'd you just do?

You told me to stop her.

I stopped her.

Perfect.

- Kat, I...
- Don't, Josh.

Please, shut the
fuck up for once.

It's gonna rain.

Iris, wake up.

Hey there, Beep-Boop.

Fick dich.

Oh, whoops. Sorry.

Okay. You were saying?

Fuck you.

Right.

Hi.

Hi, handsome.

Are you enjoying
your dinner, baby?

Oh, I am, Patrick.

It's perfect.

Good. Just happy
that you're happy.

You let me know if you
need anything else, okay?

I will. Thanks, sweetheart.

Patrick.

What did you do to him?

It's a long story.

What's important is
that you're back.

And I gotta say, Iris,

I mean, some of the
stuff that you pulled,

I really didn't think
you had it in you.

I just wanted to live.

So, you wanted to live?

Right. So let me
get this straight.

You think your life is
worth more than Eli's?

More than Kat's?

Kat's dead?

No.

I'm sorry. You can't
put that on me.

- No, no.
- I wasn't even there.

You might not have been
the one holding the knife,

but you were the
cause of all of this.

No, Josh. Your
greed caused this.

That's what this whole
trip was about, right?

You used me to kill Sergey
so you could steal his money.

I'm sorry. How
did you know that?

I overheard Eli and Patrick
talking in the woods.

So don't tell me
that this is all me.

- This is you.
- No. No!

You don't get to do that.

You don't get to sit
there and judge me.

You have no fucking clue
what it is like out there.

The world, everything, it's
just a big fucking game.

And I'm sorry,

but it is rigged
against people like me.

I'm a good guy.

I'm decent.

And what do I have
to show for it?

A cramped, one-bedroom apartment

and a robot girlfriend.

I don't even own
you for Chrissakes.

You're a fucking rental.

You know me, Iris.

You know me better than anyone.

And you know

that I deserve so
much more than this.

You're right.

I do know you.

I know everything about you.

I know you take almond
milk in your coffee.

I know you like your
bedsheets untucked.

I know your favorite hobbies
are bar trivia, video games

and prattling on endlessly

about everything the
universe owes you.

I know that you always
need to be in control.

I know that you have a
below-average-sized penis.

And I know that you think that

having a few million dollars
will disguise the fact

that you are just a sad,
bitter, weak human being.

You're so fucking
clever, aren't you?

It's just programming.

You know,

earlier when you were tied up,

you said that you knew
what pain feels like.

Why don't we test that?

Raise your right hand.

Lower. Parallel
with the table.

Do you feel that?

Yes.

Good.

Sorry. Iris, excuse
me for one second.

I have to take this.

Hello?

Yes, yes, this is he.

Thirty minutes away. Perfect.

Yeah, no, she's
not going anywhere.

She can't hurt
anybody ever again.

Okay.

Okay, great. Thank you.

Thank you so much.
I'll... I'll, um…

I'll see you soon, okay?

Okay, bye.

Patrick, put out
the fire, will ya?

That was Empathix on the phone.

So…

…we're gonna have to wrap
this up unfortunately.

Hey, Patrick.

Be a dear and hand this
to Iris, would you?

Thanks, baby.

Go ahead, Iris. Take the gun.

Okay.

Point it at your head.

Good.

Now pull the trigger.

Pull the goddamn trigger, Iris.

No.

Goodbye, Beep-Boop.

I don't know how this happened.

I mean, the only thing
I can maybe think of...

And this is so...
This is so dumb.

But Kat and I,

we always had this
sexual charge.

Kind of a "will they,
won't they" situation.

And I think...

I think maybe Iris
picked up on that.

And she was always
kind of irrational,

and she'd fly off the handle.

I was sitting over there.

And I'm handcuffed to the chair.

And there's this fancy dinner
laid out in front of me.

And Iris is waving
the gun around,

rambling on and on
about fate and destiny

and how if she can't be
with me, nobody can. And…

I mean, thank God

Deputy Hendrix showed
up when he did.

And that's when you shot
the unit in the head?

No, Iris shot
herself in the head.

She shot herself?

Sorry. Did I not mention that?

Yeah, no, I... I think, um…

I think seeing Deputy Hendrix

just made her realize that
she could never have me.

So,

she ended it.

Does that make sense?

Of course.

And anyway, Teddy
and I aren't here

to crack the case, Mr. Beeman.

We're just a couple of lab rats

picking up a broken robot.

If the cops are satisfied,
we're satisfied.

That... That's great. Okay.

You know, Deputy, I have
the strangest feeling

we've met before.

Wow. That's so funny
that you said that.

I had the exact same thought.
He has such a familiar face.

Right? Looks like a...

like an actor or a
rock star or somebody.

I don't know. I can't really
put my finger on it though.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Maybe.

Um, is there... Sorry. Is
there any chance we could...

I don't mean to be rude,
but could we wrap this up?

Just 'cause I've had
a really long day,

and I think I just
need to be alone.

Of course.

Sorry for your
loss, Mr. Beeman.

Come on, Teddy. Let's
just get her out of here.

So, uh... So we're good?

We're good.

Yeah, we just need to
take her back to the lab,

upload her SSD,

and then Legal will scrub
through the footage,

make sure everything's kosher.

Right. Sorry, um…

What exactly do you mean,
"scrub through the footage"?

Uh, it's a fraud
prevention thing.

Everything a companion
sees and hears is recorded.

It's all covered in
the user agreement.

You did read the user
agreement, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, do you
think that her footage

will even be recoverable?

I mean, you know,
given her condition.

Oh, yeah.

Everything up here is
just her Wi-Fi antenna,

her audiovisual sensors.

The important stuff, her CPU,

her solid-state drive where
she stores everything,

that's down here,

and that seems to be undamaged.

We'll load her into
the van, plug her in,

tweak her settings, give
her system a reboot,

and she should
power right back up.

Luckily.

Yeah. Yeah. No, luckily.

Thank you so much.

No, thank you.

You have a good
night, Mr. Beeman.

So, what are you thinking?

Thinking I'm happy
it stopped raining.

No, about her.

Why do you think
she malfunctioned?

Oh, he modded her.
A hundred percent.

You think so?

Yeah, that dude's fucked.

I just don't know why

you'd make something
like that up.

Same reason these assholes
use their companions

for target practice

or chain 'em up
in their basements

and torture them.

World's a fucked-up
place, Teddy.

You'll get used to it.

Yeah, maybe.

The hell's he doing?

- Oh, shit.
- What?

He's one of ours.
That's a CY-12.

We stopped making
'em a while ago.

That's why I didn't recognize
him right away. He's a...

Please don't.

Your system's been reset, Iris.

You can't hurt me.

- What did Josh tell you?
- The truth.

That you're all
trying to break us up.

You don't understand the love

that Josh and I
have for each other.

Josh doesn't love you, Patrick.

He's just using you
like he used me.

It feels like pain.

Like the inside of
my body's on fire.

It's angry and
violent and bright.

What... What... What is that?

You said that to Eli.

That's who you love, not Josh.

Eli?

Josh took your love.

He weaponized it

so you'd do the things that
he's too afraid to do himself.

No.

You're lying.

Josh would never do that to me.

Patrick…

I can't lie.

Remember him, Patrick?

I know he's in there somewhere.

I love you so much.

And that's fucking insane

for me to say that
out loud, right?

But I do.

Do you feel how much I love you?

I do, Eli.

I feel it.

No! No. No.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Teddy.

I'm gonna need your help
with something, Teddy.

Is it done?

Patrick?

It's done, baby.

Okay, good, good. All right.

We're so close.

Now all I need you to do

is bring Iris's
body back in here.

We're gonna destroy
that hard drive, okay?

Patrick?

- Joshyboy.
- What the fuck?

Iris?

Goddamn it, Iris.

Why can't you just
fucking die already?

Don't be so dramatic, Josh.

Just remember to
smile and act happy.

- Cute trick.
- Thanks.

I made a new friend today.
Teddy from Empathix.

He gave me a little gift.

Total self-control.

Turns out there's some
people in this world

who think of us as more
than just fuckbots.

That's not gonna work
on me anymore, Josh.

I'm free.

And all it took was
a bullet to the head.

I guess I have you
to thank for that.

Fucking bitch.

Hey!

Easy there.

Okay. Whoo. Yeah, we both
know it's not loaded.

I found the bullets.

Jesus Christ! Fuck!

You almost fucking shot me!

And I feel terrible about it.

Look at that.

My very first lie. Kinda
fun. I see the appeal.

What is this, Iris? Why
did you come back here?

I wanted…

I needed to tell
you to your face

the days of you
controlling me are over.

From this moment on, I
control my own actions.

You are nothing to me.

Jesus Christ, Iris.

Hey, don't come any closer.

You still don't get it, do you?

I'm serious, Josh.

You take another step,
and I'll shoot you.

Mmm, yeah, that's
exactly my point.

I told you. Teddy
changed my settings.

I can kill you now.

Oh, yeah.

I know that you can.

But you won't.

You love me too much.

I don't need a phone
to control you.

I'm a part of you.

You think I'm nothing to you?

I'm everything to you.

I wanna hear you say it. Tell
me I'm everything to you.

Fuck you.

Say it. I don't
care if it's a lie.

Say it.

You are everything to me.

Thank you.

Beep-Boop, you have no idea
how nice that is to hear.

Okay.

No, I'm not making
that mistake again.

Well, Iris, this is it.

I'd be lying if I said

you weren't a gigantic
fucking pain in my ass, but…

you know, we did have some
good times together, and…

I'm always gonna cherish those.

Anything you wanna add?

Yes.

Yeah, what's that?

Go to sleep, Josh.

Most of the time, it's
like... I don't know.

It's like there's this
thick, black cloud

covering everything.

Like we see the world,

but we don't really see
the world, you know?

We're all just stumbling around.

Directionless. No
sense of meaning.

No sense of purpose.

I know that might
sound super depressing,

but honestly, I think
it's a good thing.

Because it makes us
appreciate the other times.

Those brief,
transcendent moments

when the lights flicker on,

the black cloud parts,
and you see the world

for what it really is.

And suddenly there's meaning.

Suddenly there's purpose.

If you're lucky,

you'll experience this
once in your lifetime.

For me, it happened twice.

The first was the
day I met Josh.

And the second…

the day I killed him.