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Who do you know who's perfect?

I don't think I know anyone.

Because don't we all at one time or another get angry or lustful or a little

envious?

Which is, after all, what makes us human, isn't it?

Yet we continually strive for perfection, to be something we're not.

This constant struggle between who we are and who we want to be is enough to

make anyone twisted.

Oh,

I love it.

I thought you'd invited me around here for dinner.

I did.

It's just that, well, there's no food and there's no fridge.

I ordered takeaway.

It'll be here soon.

I've got... I've never been picked up by a woman before.

You look lonely.

No, I was thinking.

What about?

A special project of mine.

Oh, what's that?

Skins and alloys. Cheers.

That's not bad.

Might be able to make a bit of a habit of this.

It's not poisoned.

I like to wait for the bubbles to settle.

You know how humans have artificial limbs?

Well, it's possible for human skin to grow and interact with special

chemicals. It may be that human skin can develop from an artificial culture, much

like a computer develops artificial intelligence.

Am I boring you?

Yes.

Oh.

It's just that on the way over here, you said the subject fascinated you.

I lied.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. If Tomer doesn't get you, then Lily must.

I spy something beginning with I.

Hello.

I came to freshen up.

Are you a researcher?

No, journalist.

My lips are sealed.

What do you mean by that?

We like to announce our own scientific breakthroughs. We don't like to be

premature.

You are Elizabeth Bishop, aren't you?

I have nothing to talk about.

I wanted to write a personal article on you.

I've always admired you.

You're a world expert in optics.

You always had a thing about clean hands.

Who told you that?

I've talked to other people about you.

Why?

Because I admire you.

You're kind of a role model to me. Does that mean you hang around women's

toilets just to meet me?

I didn't want to bother you or your workers in the optics room, so I thought

I'd wait here. Why the hell have you been waiting for me?

You remind me of someone. Who are you? Betty.

Betty who?

Just Betty.

I'm a no-one.

You shouldn't worry about me.

You look familiar.

What are you doing?

Answer me this.

Dogs see in black and white.

Do you think they'd have a better life if they're so uncoloured?

What sort of crazy question is that?

I think it's a reasonable question.

So much for scientific objectivity.

I know you.

Why not?

I want to live.

Why would you want to live?

Well, this is it.

Have a look around.

Drink?

Yes, thank you.

Whiskey?

Yes.

Kids.

Where are you shifting to?

I'm not far from here. A house instead of an apartment.

Sit down.

I've looked everywhere for an apartment on this side of town.

Yes, they're hard to get.

You're telling me.

It was kismet to run into you at the library.

Forgive me, but you don't exactly strike me as being the kind of person that

spends a lot of time at the biological research library.

Because I look attractive?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, it looks so deceptive.

That's why I want an apartment near the university, to do research.

On what exactly?

Your profession, skin tissue.

Really? I'm not the specialised area of your expertise.

I'm interested in the scientific analysis of skin for beauty products.

You're kidding me.

Beauty products are worth billions.

You like that painting?

Yes.

Could you remember the colour?

Green.

Are you colour blind?

I guess.

It's the best.

Irish whiskey.

I've never tasted Irish whiskey.

Well, now's your chance.

You don't drink?

Oh, I do. I do.

I'm no prude.

Well, smell it.

You'll so love the smell that you'll want to drink it.

You don't like the smell?

It smells delicious.

I'll get a towel.

Yes. Must be a virus.

Must be.

You can't.

I'm a liar.

I'm not an expert in skin and beauty products.

Then what are you?

Your friends paid for me.

My friends?

In the lab.

I'm your present.

I thought you were working too hard.

You got the wrong boy.

You are John Berryman, aren't you?

Could you just stop?

Enjoy yourself.

My girlfriend's coming here in half an hour.

No, I'd take it off.

Just stop.

And get out.

I want you to want me, John.

Turn the music off and get out of my apartment.

Hello?

I'd level him by car.

I'm sorry. So how bad is he?

Yeah, well, he deserved it. He stole all my ideas.

Yeah, that's karma.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I lied.

I've come to kill you.

What do you want?

You met me downstairs.

You told me to come back when I finished delivering my pizza.

Yes, of course.

Do you think pizza smell awful?

Well, it depends on what you put on them, you know.

Anchovies now. Anchovies are a problem.

Yes.

Anchovies are a problem.

I could leave if you like.

No.

I want you.

My name's Betty.

What's yours?

Sav. Sav Rocker.

My dad owns the pizza joint.

I don't have a joint.

Excuse me?

I haven't got anything to eat.

Well, that's not a problem.

Now I'm going to dance for you.

My CD.

I had it.

No.

Seems I left it in that apartment.

I can't dance without it.

Can you dance?

What a shame.

I don't have a joint.

Do you want to live?

Are you scared?

Because you're afraid of dying?

Name's Jack.

Jack. Well, cold name.

Actual name, Hart Lowell.

You've been a very naughty girl, Betty.

Berryman was supposed to be the last. Why did you kill this one?

Because it felt good.

Good?

Felt good?

No, anchovies are a problem.

It does smell to high heaven in here.

Smells lovely to me. What are you doing?

You had an accident.

Do you want me to kill someone else?

No.

Berryman was supposed to be the last. Now, I was coming to stop you, but I had

this car accident, and that held me up.

Accident?

You've been a great help, Betty, but I've won.

You see, there was a huge argument over patents.

Unfortunately, Merrill, Bishop and Berryman lost.

Patents?

Ownership, Betty, but you wouldn't understand.

You see, your time is up.

Head wounds made you unpredictable and you're out of date.

What are you doing?

Terminating you!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Poor little Betty.

No, it should go ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

If the tumor doesn't get you, then... Lily must.

One of the first things I taught you to say.

Betty.

Betty, Betty, Betty, Betty, Betty.

Betty, Betty, Betty.

Oh, Betty.

I enjoyed that.

You understand what's happening here? You have malfunctioned. Who are you?

I... I... I created you.

Others lay claim to parts of you, your skin, your eyes.

You were my concept. I own you.

What am I?

An android prototype.

I told the others that I'd destroyed you, but I reprogrammed you and dressed

you in a style I liked.

Others would have had you in overalls.

Who's that?

Can you get me to a hospital?

Who is it?

That is Rita Dove.

She's the new model.

Sir, you thought that you could dispose of me.

I'm in pain.

Get me to a hospital.

Dance.

You ask and I'll tell her? Dance!

Okay, Betty, but it's a tad awkward.

Now you show me how you talk.

Really can see in colour, can't she? No.

You're lying.

What are you going to do?

Kill me?

I've learned to like killing.

I think it'd be fun to kill my maker.

But Betty, I am the only one who can remake you.

I don't have the time.

Hi. Hello.

You're Rita Dove?

Yes.

I've been waiting some time for you.

I knew you'd come in here.

I realised Dr Bishop would have partly programmed you.

She gave you a hand-washing habit.

What are you talking about?

Do you see in colour?

Of course.

Well, la-di-da.

What are you doing?

Nobody's going to throw me out.

You look a mess.

So will you.

No man is gonna drop me for a younger model

Now

you're never seeing color

Lucy

situations. That's the death.

All in vain.

Thank you.