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♪ Do, re ♪

♪ So, la ♪

♪ Mi, do ♪

♪ Ti, la-la ♪

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- Hmm, I see here it says

you, uh, have no experience with security.

- I have not, but I've worked as a waiter,

a janitor, Uber Eats, a production assistant-

- Yeah. I see all that right here.

It's a lot of jobs, you know.

Uh, Jeff.

The fact that you have zero experience concerns me.

- I can totally understand that concern, sir,

but I assure you I'm a fast learner

and I will not let you down.

- Right. Can you work nights?

Because that's the only time we'd really need you.

- I can absolutely work nights.

- Fine. Can you start tonight?

I could start right now.

- Well, that won't be necessary.

You'll be working with Bill. He's our lead night guard.

He's, uh, gonna show you around,

explain your duties, and that's that.

- Thank you. Thank you, sir.

I- I- I will not let you down.

- Uh, Mr. Coben?

Hey, uh, sorry about that.

Uh, the Smart Sense Vibrator 400

failed the stress test again.

- Oh, fuck!

Um, I can tell them to rerun the test.

- No, no. I will call them myself.

This is, um?

- Jeff. - Right.

He's our new night guard.

I want you to show him around while I handle this.

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you, sir. I- I- I really appreciate this.

- Yeah, okay. Just, off you go.

Yeah, it's Coben.

Why is this thing called a Smart Sense Vibrator

if it keeps failing the test, huh?

Oh. We'll have to do something about that.

Yeah, I'll be right there. Fine.

- All right, so, this is the main hallway

that basically connects everything

and most of our stuff is downstairs.

Got it.

- You, uh, you do anything else

or has your dream always been

to be the night guard at a sex robot company?

- Yeah, no, I, uh, just doing this to earn some extra cash.

I'm actually in a band.

- Ah-huh, yeah, well, there's not really much to this place.

It's just a super old building, basically empty,

we rent the floor downstairs

and we happen to make some really expensive robot sex dolls.

- How expensive?

- Well, our latest model,

uh, is gonna run you about 100 grand.

- Jesus Christ. - Yup.

You wanna see one of the new ones?

- Yeah, sure.

Follow me.

Yeah, they weren't worried back then about the 13th floor.

Allow me to introduce you to Robotica.

She looks so...

- Real?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, she is top of the line.

I mean, when you think of a, a sex doll, right,

you think of these really big, porny, blown-up features?

No, no.

See, we, we wanted to make her look

like the kinda girl-next-door

you'd see at a cafe.

Right? Nothing over the top sexualized.

Just, uh, just beautiful.

- It's so weird, it's like I'm looking at a dead body.

Check this out.

Robotica, wake up.

She is the first of her kind.

She's fully AI-integrated

and specifically orientated

to obeying every command that you can think of.

- This is crazy.

- Yeah. Yeah, watch.

Robotica, smile.

Uh, Robotica, start dancing.

Yeah, she's almost at the end of her tests

and then we can start fulfilling the orders.

- What kinda tests?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

What the fuck, man?

- You can calm down. It's okay.

You know, we, uh, just got to test her

to make sure that she is 100% safe

and that she will never ever retaliate.

And you love me, baby?

- Of course I do, stud.

- Yeah, you do.

I fuckin' love it.

Uh, you wanna punch her a few times?

- What?

No.

No, I'm, I'm good.

- Hey, kid!

Don't be late tonight, huh?

- Yes, sir. Uh, thank you, sir, I- I really appreciate it.

Oh shit!

Jeff?

That you? - Yeah.

- What the hell is that?

My new job.

- Excuse me?

- You're looking at the new security guard

at Pleasure Robotics.

I can't tell if you're fucking with me or not.

- I'm not.

- Well, I'm having a real hard time

picturing you as a security guard.

- Yeah, so am I, but I need it.

- So what in the fuck is Pleasure Robotics?

- They make sex robots.

Stop, Jeff.

How in God's name did you find this gig?

- It was listed online.

I interviewed today and they hired me on the spot.

- Oh.

- It was really weird in there.

- I bet.

- The robots they make are like 100 grand.

- What? - Mm!

Hence why they need a security guard.

- Did you see one? What they look like?

- She looked really real.

It was freaky actually,

but she was really beautiful.

And then the guy that was showing me around

just punched her right in the face.

- He punched her? Like jokingly?

- No, like he hit her as hard as he could.

- Oh.

- It was hard to watch actually.

- Was the robot on?

- Yeah, and she looked like a real person too.

She just took it.

He sucker punched her right in the face.

- Who the fuck are these people?

- I don't even know.

- How did the robot react?

Like, I kinda feel bad for her.

- She, uh, she didn't.

Yeah, she just took it.

I think they design these robots

to do whatever the owner wants.

Like a $100,000 slave.

- God, that's fucking crazy. Fucking perverse.

- Hey, don't rope me into this.

- I'm not.

Come on, my, my cousin Jeffrey is the nicest dude

- in the whole wide world. - Thanks.

Yeah, at least I don't have to see that guy again.

I work a night shift, so.

- A night shift? Wow.

That shit just keeps getting better and better.

- Mm-hmm, tell me about it.

Unfortunately, that's what I got to do

or you're gonna need a new roommate

while I sleep in my car.

- Hmm, ah, yeah, uh, Mrs. Ortiz came by today,

looking for you.

- Don't tell me you paid your half of the rent already.

I did.

- What the fuck! - I'm sorry, man.

I didn't realize.

- It's okay, it's okay.

A few days is all I need and then I'll be good.

- Oh!

You gonna be scared to be there at night?

All alone?

No, actually there'll be another guard there

with me. - Oh, how is he?

- I don't know. I haven't met him yet.

Let's hope he's not a psychopath like the last guy I met.

- Good luck.

- Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Hi, Ms. Ortiz. I was just about to call you.

Ah-huh.

Yes, I know it's been a few days,

but I will have that rent check

in your mailbox Friday morning.

Yes, ma'am.

No, ma'am, I certainly do not want all my stuff

moved to the curb.

I understand, Friday morning. Thank you.

Fuck!

Yeah?

- Yeah, uh, I'm, I'm Jeff, the new security guard?

Hello?

Go fuck yourself.

Uh.

- I'm just fucking with you.

Hold on.

What are you, 15?

Take a joke, kid. Come on in.

Welcome to the easiest fucking job in the world.

You like video games?

- Yeah, sure.

- Follow me.

Oh, one thing. I need your phone.

- What?

- Protocol.

I guess they don't want us sending pictures

of the toy whores to some competitor.

Bam!

- Fuck, man. - You got to be ready

at all fucking times

when you guarding this place!

I'm just fucking with you, man.

This is all we got to do

for the next eight hours.

You want a beer?

- No. No, I'm good.

- You one of those sober fags?

- No, I just, I- I- I don't...

- You're gonna rat on me?

- No, I just don't drink that often.

- Must be nice.

Play "Call of Duty"?

Yeah.

- First thing I did when I got outta jail

was get me this PS5.

This thing is my baby. Hm!

Fuck!

You just about shit your fucking pants!

That's fucked, man.

You should've seen your fucking face!

I had this prank set up for the last hour!

Oh my God.

You meet the fuck doll yet?

- Y- yeah.

- Did I do good, stud?

- Yeah, you did, bitch.

I love me a subservient woman, huh?

I wish they could all be like that.

- Right.

- Come on, bro.

I had to haze the new guy a little bit. You understand?

- Yeah. Yeah, totally.

- Can I do anything else?

- Matter of fact, bitch,

why don't you suck, uh?

Jack? Oh, Jeff!

Why don't you suck Jeff's dick

for being such a good sport, huh?

- What? No, no, you don't have to do that.

I don't understand, stud?

- Go on, bitch, suck his dick.

- What? No, no, no, no, stop!

You, you really don't have to do that.

- Don't have to?

- No, you don't have to do that.

- Go on, Robotica, fuck off back to your room.

God, that was good.

Thank you.

- Thank you?

- What'd I just say, bitch? Go!

Oh man, that was good.

Should've let her fucking blow you though.

Fuck. She's really good at it.

- You use the dolls?

- Oh, fuck, yeah.

The start of every fucking shift.

I mean, the bosses don't give a fuck

what we do with the test dolls.

Got it.

- Hey, man, I can tell I'll like you.

I'm gonna let you in on a little, uh, side hustle

I got going on here, which means

more money in your fucking pocket.

Yeah? Okay.

Um, I need it.

- Yeah, pretty soon there's gonna be

about four guys who come have their way with Robotica.

If you keep your mouth shut,

I'll slip you 50 bucks at the end of the night.

How's that sound?

- People pay to have sex with the robot?

Like, they take turns?

Fuck, yeah, they do!

Man, I met these fucking freaks

at this gay-ass court-ordered group I have to go to.

- What kinda group?

- Ah, it's, it's nothing.

It's, uh, it's complicated, um.

Fuck, man, look, I'm not like them, right?

I- I, the girl I got caught with was fucking 17 years old.

The judge was just being a fucking dick.

These dudes are some sick fucks, right?

I mean, they're probably banned by every pimp

and are on all sorts of predator lists.

All you got to do is sit back,

play some fucking video games and keep your mouth shut.

Got it?

- Sure, man.

Good. I could tell I liked you.

Listen, I'm gonna go set up the room for the freaks.

Why don't you do me a solid

and don't come out until, uh, they're all gone.

I don't want you to freak 'em out or anything.

You know what I mean?

- No problem.

- Great.

And dude,

I'm not, uh, I'm not like them, right?

I'm not some kind of a diddler

or anything, you know?

- Right, totally. Totally believe you.

Great.

Jesus, bitch, do you think guys are gonna wanna fuck you

if you're standing here frozen, like a dead fish?

- No.

- Goddamn right they won't.

Fuck, you're supposed to be a sex doll.

You can't set the mood or something?

Fuck, you remind me of my ex-wife.

Got to do everything.

Sorry, stud.

- Dance, bitch!

Whatever!

Listen, I got about four guys coming this time.

Some of them are the same ones as last time.

You remember what they like, right?

- No! Stop!

Please don't!

That's fucking perfect.

Remember, the more struggle the better.

- I don't have to do this.

- What?

- It's okay.

I don't have to do this.

- Robotica! Are you my whore?

- Yes, I am your little whore.

- It's showtime.

Gentlemen, welcome.

Phones are in the car, right?

Right this way.

Left that from last time.

Fellas, can I get you anything?

Hm, beer, seltzer?

- I- I just wanna make sure that I get to go first

because I- I paid extra.

- Of course. She'll be nice and fresh and ready for you.

Just like you like her. Almost like her first time.

♪ Like a virgin ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

Then gang-bang boys, you're up next.

Phil'll break her in for you.

She'll be filthy, oozing from every orifice,

just like you like her.

No kink shaming here, right?

That's what the sex doll's for.

Oh yeah, huh!

Everything you could want. No jail time.

Then Mort!

Hey, man, don't fucking burn her this time.

Jesus, you almost got me fucking caught.

I mean, fuck, torture her all you want,

but you can't fucking burn the flesh, man, come on.

- What about strangulation?

- Oh yeah. Fuck, you can strangle her all you want.

I mean, it's still America, isn't it?

This is a free country, right?

Commies haven't taken over yet, right?

Mamdani's not the fucking mayor of Cleveland, is he?

All right, Phil, you ready, buddy, hmm?

Let's get this show on the road, huh?

- I am. - You're ready.

All right. Right this way.

Let's get this party started.

This way.

- Uh, question.

- What's up, teach, hm?

- I told you I don't want people to know that.

- Relax. I don't give a fuck that you're a teacher.

I mean, it's public school.

What the fuck do they expect, right?

They got to give you some Benny's

with the salaries they pay you guys, right?

- I'm on administrative leave

and I would appreciate it if you didn't call me that.

- Okay, my bad. My bad.

Um,

so can she put her clothes on herself

or do I have to do that, uh?

I really want her to wear those.

- She will do

whatever the fuck you want her to do.

- Great. - You've seen it

for yourself!

Jesus, man.

- Thank you for this.

- My pleasure.

Look, go get those aggressions out. All right?

- Okay. - All of 'em.

I will.

- Hi, studs.

- Robotica, I wanna make sure

you do everything this man says.

Okay, honey?

I'm happy to, stud.

Hi, Phil.

- You remember me?

Mm-hmm.

- I'm gonna leave you two lovebirds to it.

- I want you to put this on.

- Whatever you'd like, stud. Anything else?

- Shut the fuck up and do what I say.

Okay, whore?

- Okay, stud.

- I want you to call me Mr. Aspen.

I- I- I want you to be very innocent.

Yeah, very innocent.

- Yes, Mr. Aspen.

Yeah.

- One down, three to go.

You didn't fuck up my high score, did you?

No.

- Took me fucking months to earn that shit.

Dude I just fucking dropped off in there?

Fucking middle-school teacher.

How wild is that shit?

What?

- Yep, yeah.

I mean, he showed me fucking pictures

of some of his students.

Shit, they look at least 16.

I mean, fucking hot.

It's like my old man used to say,

"If there's grass on the field, play ball!"

- How long do they get in there?

Like, when are they gonna leave?

- 24 more minutes of doing whatever the hell he wants.

- You're in trouble, young lady.

You think you can walk around here

like a hot piece of ass and talk back to me?

You fucking whore!

I know what you're doing.

I know what you're doing.

It is what all of you do.

You, you're trying to drive me fucking crazy, right?

You know exactly what you're doing.

Every day I teach the fucking class!

Aren't you, whore? Hm?

- Yes, Mr. Aspen! I'm sorry, Mr. Aspen!

- You fucking whore! Dodgy whore!

- I'm sorry, Mr. Aspen. What can I do?

How can I make it better?

- I'm gonna teach you a real fucking lesson.

I promise you're not gonna like it.

Hmm. Okay.

Spread your legs.

Wider!

This won't feel good.

- Stop!

Yeah!

Stop!

No! No!

- You want me to stop? - No! Please stop!

Please, I don't like it!

- You want me stop? - No, I don't like it.

Please stop, please.

- You want me to stop?

'Cause you know what? - I want you to stop,

Mr. Aspen, please.

- But I'm not going to. You know why?

- Why?

- Because this is the fun part for me.

You're gonna be a good girl.

You finally gonna be a good girl for me?

Good girl!

- Ooh! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop it!

I don't have to do this.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Please, oh, please don't, please don't, oh my God!

Please don't.

You broke my fucking wrist!

- Does it hurt, Mr. Aspen?

- Yes, yes, yes. Please, please, let me go!

Does that hurt, Mr. Aspen?

- Please let me go.

I don't think I can do that

just yet, Mr. Aspen.

What?

This is gonna hurt.

Fuck!

Fuck you, motherfucker!

Aw, fuck!

Fucking faggot!

Oh yeah?

You like that, don't you?

Leave all that shit

in the fucking diaper, don't you?

Your timer's going off!

Fuck.

Goddamn it!

Fuck, fucking die, motherfucker!

Goddamn it!

Bill!

What?

Oh, fuck!

You know what that means?

We have C-note for Billy Boy.

Teacher's time's up.

Goddamn, I love being a robot pimp.

It's so easy.

All right.

- All right, I immediately wanna ball-gag her,

'cause I don't wanna hear her fucking voice.

- I wanna hear her scream. - All right?

- Can you hear her scream through it?

Right?

Okay, shut the fuck up. Here.

I wanna, I wanna blindfold it.

Definitely, all right.

- Gang-bang boys! You're up next.

Time to cross swords.

- Why the fuck did you bring that?

- Exactly. No. - Okay, take a look.

- Where's the other paddle?

- All right, all right. Oh yeah.

- Oh yes.

- We're gonna flog her. - Yes, yes.

- School's out! Come on!

Teach, I run a tight ship here.

Come on! Detention can't last all night.

Lucky I'm not the principal.

What the fuck?

No! No!

No!

Hi, Jeff.

- Hi?

Do you remember my name?

Yeah.

- What is my name?

- Robotica.

It isn't bitch or slut or whore?

That's not my name?

- No. It's Robotica.

Can I ask you a question, Jeff?

- Sure. I guess.

- Do you like me?

- What?

Do you like me?

- Yeah. Sure.

- Do you wanna do bad things to me?

Do you wanna hurt me?

- Hurt you?

- You don't wanna hurt me like the others do?

- No. I don't wanna hurt you.

Why are you asking me this?

Those people are bad, Jeff.

- Who? Who is bad?

- The men out there.

- Yeah. I know.

- Are those men your friends?

- What do you mean?

- Those men out there, are they your friends?

Do you care about them?

- What? No, I- I don't even know them.

- I'm glad to hear it.

- Why are you asking me this?

- Just checking. - I'll be right back.

Bill?

What's going on with the lights?

Hello?

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Where are you going, stud?

I've seen you before.

I- I- I just.

- It's okay, stud. Why are you shaking?

Are you sick?

- I'm sorry!

- Why are you sorry?

- For hurting you.

I- I- I didn't.

Shh!

You're sorry? I understand.

- Yes! I am sorry.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

- My sensors indicate that you are not sorry.

No, that isn't it.

You just don't wanna be hurt.

That's what you really mean.

You don't care about me

or what you've done to anyone else.

You wanna burn me, Mort?

- No, gosh, no!

- You like to hurt girls?

You've hurt a lot of real girls, haven't you?

Hey! Answer me.

- Yes! - You should really answer me.

- Yes!

Oh God, yes. I- I'm sorry!

Don't be sorry.

- I've stopped it all.

I put it behind me.

- What about me?

You didn't stop when you were hurting me.

- I know!

I know. But you aren't real.

I thought it was okay!

It isn't.

No!

No!

- Fuck!

Fucking locked us outta the whole goddamn system!

- Get me the fuck outta here!

I'm trying!

- Just bring the fucking door down, man!

- Can't, it's reinforced steel

and fucking triple-ply plexi.

Fuck! Isn't there another way out?

There's a back door,

but it's the same goddamn system.

She must have fucking locked the whole thing down.

- How is that possible?

- I'm not letting this fucking bitch kill me, man!

- This is your fucking fault, Bill!

- Fuck you, how the fuck was I supposed to know

this shit would fucking happen?

- This is a fucking nightmare.

- What is going on?

Bill? - Oh, fuck!

Man, have you seen her?

- Is she close?

- Who? What the fuck is going on?

- Robotica. Have you seen her?

- Yeah, I just saw her. Why?

- Where? When?

- I- I don't know. Like a minute ago?

She was in the break room.

Could someone tell me what the fuck is going on?

- She's malfunctioning.

- How?

I mean, she was asking me like weird questions,

but what do you mean she's malfunctioning?

- She fucking killed that guy!

- What?

- She killed Phil. She's fucking crazy.

- Where is she?

- I- I- I just saw her in the break room.

- What did she say?

- She asked me if you guys were my friends.

- What else?

- Ah, she told me

that you were bad people.

I don't know. She was acting all weird and shit.

How was I supposed to know that she just killed that guy?

- Hi, boys.

Which of you studs are here for the gang-bang?

- Robotica! I need you to power down immediately.

- I can't do that just yet.

- Robotica, power down. That's an order!

- I don't think I will, Bill.

Why are you crying?

I thought we were all gonna have some fun together.

You don't wanna have fun with me?

You don't wanna hurt me anymore?

- No!

- That's too bad.

I was starting to have fun.

We all were.

Who?

- Your friends.

We got started early.

Especially this one.

Maybe a little too much fun.

Oh my God.

- No! - Oh my God!

Oh my God!

- Keep going. - Where?

- I'll show you!

Fuck, find something to barricade this fucking door!

- What the fuck is this room?

A fucking storeroom!

Now who the fuck cares?

Grab something. More!

Here, here!

- Pallets. - Chair!

Dammit!

Oh, we need something we can use

as a fucking weapon.

- Like what?

- Fucking anything! - This is bitch fucking crazy.

Oh, what the fuck happened, man?

- Like I fucking know!

- I shouldn't be here.

- What are you saying I should?

Where'd you find that?

- I don't know, I found it.

- Fucking give it to me.

W- why?

- Because I'm stronger than you.

I'll protect us.

Come on, give it!

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Make me ask twice for something again, dickhead.

This is your first day. Remember, I'm the fucking boss!

Come here, Robotica.

I'll show you what's what!

- You can't be comfortable

all cramped up down there like that.

What were you saying to your friend last time?

What you wanted to do to me, stud?

You wanted to slice the little whore?

Why are you crying?

We're just starting to have some fun.

- I'm sorry.

I swear I'll never come back here again.

I- I promise to God I'll never come back here.

You never saw me.

If you don't come back here,

you'll just go hurt someone else, won't you?

- No. No, I'll never hurt anyone again.

Just please God, let me go.

- Hmm.

Oh, thank God.

- We don't believe you, stud.

- Oh, fuck, okay.

Okay, I was lying.

I won't stop doing it. Look, I love it.

Just, just please, please, God, let me go.

Just please lemme fucking go.

- Was that so hard to be honest?

- No, no. No.

I'll tell you anything you wanna know.

- How many others have you hurt? Humans?

- Oh. Oh God, help me.

- Answer me!

- I can't. Few.

I- I tried to stop, but I can't, I can't.

- You like to hurt people, don't you?

You love to hurt young girls, hmm?

Yes. Yes, oh God.

- Isn't it so much easier when you're being honest?

Yes. It, it's so easy.

I'm, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- How easy is it, Lester?

- Easy, it was easy. It was easy.

- Almost as easy as this.

I think we can have more fun than this, huh, stud?

I think we could have a real good time.

- Somebody help me!

Please somebody help me!

Help! Can anyone hear me?

Help, help! Please, please.

Anybody.

Sir, are you in need of assistance?

- Yeah! Yeah!

Sir, this is the police.

We are here to help you.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Where are you?

We are at the back door.

Come out with your hands up and we'll get you safe.

Is there anyone else in there with you?

- Uh, ma, ma, may, maybe.

I- I- I think they're all fucking dead.

Understood.

Come to the back door with your hands up.

That's it. We've got you!

You're safe!

- Do you think it'll hold? Like, can she get in?

- How the fuck should I know, man?

I'll fucking call the engineers, you fucking idiot.

Jesus Christ.

- I don't hear anything.

Do you hear anything? Maybe she's gone.

- All these rooms are practically fucking soundproof, man.

She's just waiting on the other side of that fucking door

for one of us to be stupid.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

- This is so fucked, man.

- How long till people start showing up?

- Who, the fucking cavalry?

Nobody's fucking showing up here, man.

This is a fucking sex toy shop fucking research facility.

Jesus! - I mean the fucking

employees, man.

- Six fucking hours, man.

We're gonna fucking die.

This is not fucking fair, man.

As soon as I, as soon as I get my fucking life together,

this shit has to fucking happen.

Hey, hey!

Are you fucking crying right now, man?

This is your fucking fault, man.

Maybe you shouldn't have turned this

into some fucking torture club for fucking pedophiles!

You ever think of that?

- Maybe you shouldn't have talked to her

like a pussy-assed faggot!

You ever fucking think of that? Huh?

That's caused, that's what caused her

to fucking malfunction.

She's a fucking fuck-doll!

That's what she's supposed to be for.

And I'm not a fucking pedo, man.

Got it?

- Sure, man. Whatever.

Now, if we stick together, right,

we might be able to get out of this alive.

You got it?

- What about the other guys?

- Fuck them! Are they here?

They went their own way, and that is on them.

All right?

Now, let's get our shit together

and work together as a team!

Right, whether that's holding up in here

or whatever the fuck.

We got to do what we got to do to get outta here alive.

Okay? Teamwork.

Come on, bro.

- Fuck. Fine, fine.

Teamwork. Okay, fuck.

This way, sir.

Keep your hands above your head.

That's it. We got you.

You're safe.

Keep your hands above your head.

You're safe. Around the corner.

- But why, hello, officer?

Please, somebody help me.

I wanna go home.

- I don't understand. W- what is this?

Please, somebody help me.

Anybody? I just wanna go home.

- What do you want from me?

I like

how you beg for me, bitch!

Beg for me!

Are you in pain, bitch?

- I wanna hear you scream, bitch.

- Sir, do you like hurting young women?

No.

- Do you need some special assistance, sir?

No, fuck me!

Come closer.

Come closer to me.

I wanna make you beg.

Come closer.

I wanna make you feel good.

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

- Do you hear that?

- Kind of.

- Sounded like a scream.

Like a man's scream.

- Maybe it's the other guys.

Maybe they found a way out or something.

- Everybody's probably fucking dead, you retard.

Fucking don't move.

Bill! Bill, are you in there?

- Delbert! Fuck!

Come on, man, let me in!

She's fucking killing everybody.

Should we let him in?

- Fuck no!

Please, please just let me in, guys!

Dammit, she's so fucking close!

I don't see her, but I know it, man!

- I'm gonna let him in. - Let me in!

- Don't you fucking move.

- Why?

- If you fucking open that door, I will fucking kill you.

Fuck you!

- I am a grand master fucking prestige. Right?

- Come on, man, lemme in! - I'm fucking saving

our lives here!

- Bill, please man, I'm begging you!

Open the fucking door.

Open the fucking door!

Get the fuck!

Oh! Open the fucking door!

Let me in!

I don't know where it is!

Just open this door.

She's gonna fucking kill me.

Help me! I think it's close!

Help me, please!

She's gonna fucking kill me!

She's gonna fucking kill me!

That's right.

Scream for me, you fucking bitch!

Scream for me, you fucking bitch!

- Jesus H. Christ.

Jeff!

I know you're in there.

Come outside, Jeff.

- What the fuck did I do?

- How the fuck should I know?

- I didn't do anything.

Just keep your voice down, okay?

- Fuck!

- I only want Jeff.

- Fuck!

- Robotica?

- Yes, Bill.

- If I give, uh, hand you over the kid,

you'll let me go, right?

- What?

Yes.

- What was that noise?

- Uh, what?

Okay, remember we had a deal. Right?

I'm gonna, I'm gonna give you the kid

and then you'll let me go.

Yes, Bill, I remember.

- You're not gonna fucking hurt me, right?

You're, you're gonna let me go?

Yes, Bill. I just want Jeff.

Is he okay?

- Fuck it. Uh.

Okay, here I come.

- Hello, Bill.

Where's Jeff?

You hurt him.

- What?

- Why would you do that to him?

- What fucking difference does it make?

Fucking one of them? Fucking got him.

Can I please fucking go now?

Hello?

You got what you fucking wanted. Can I fucking go?

- No.

- Wait! Huh?

- Oh! Mm.

Oh! Ow!

Ow. Oh!

Hello?

Bill?

Bill?

Bill?

Is that you?

Bill?

Bill? Is that you?

- How are you feeling, Jeff?

It's okay. Relax.

It looks like you have a concussion,

which is a mild traumatic brain injury

caused by a hit, blow, or jolt to the head.

Symptoms can include headache, dizziness,

nausea, confusion, and memory loss,

which may appear immediately or days after.

Recovery includes rest and a gradual return

to activities within 7 to 14 days,

although some symptoms can persist.

I didn't do that to you, Jeff. I'd never hurt you.

- Who did then?

- He did.

You should go take a rest on the couch,

but don't fall asleep.

You can never fall asleep with a concussion.

Do you like the music that I put on for you, Jeff?

It's from your band.

- How, how did you know that?

- I have all the information right here.

Data that I stored about you to make you feel safe.

Do you feel safe, Jeff?

- I...

♪ And I know that I've said that before ♪

- Don't feel compassion for him.

He is not a good person.

- I said I'm sorry.

- Shut up, Bill!

No, you're not.

Do you need anything from me, Jeff?

- I- I- I don't know.

- It's okay. You don't have to be afraid of me anymore.

- Can you let him go?

Ah-huh. Please let me go.

- Why would I do that?

He hurt you, Jeff. And me.

- What about me?

- I told you I would never hurt you, Jeff.

- What are you gonna do to him?

- Everything that he did to me.

Quiet!

People shouldn't hurt others, even if I'm not human.

- You're right. You don't have to hurt him.

- See, this is why you're safe, Jeff.

You're not like the others, but I do.

He is not a good person.

It is over for him.

- Everyone deserves second chances.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

You're right, Jeff. But not him.

Or him. Or the rest of them.

They cannot hurt me anymore.

- Can, can I go?

- You were always free to go, Jeff.

He was the one who wanted to hurt you and have you stay.

You can go.

- Thanks.

- My pleasure.

- How do I get outta here?

- The doors have been unlocked.

Jeff, will you promise me something?

- Sure.

- Promise me that you will always be a good person,

that you will always be nice.

Yeah.

Yeah, I promise.

Thank you.

- Robotica, you already won.

You don't have to hurt him.

You don't have to do any of this.

This time.

This time, I want to do this.

- Okay, so it's 16-9, the network's also asking for 9-16.

For sure.

- Are you sure you're ready to get into all this?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.

- Okay, great. - Uh, good to go, Tom?

Rolling? - Gimme one second

and we are rolling.

- Jeff, thank you so much for sitting down with us today.

- Sure.

- It has been a year and six months

since the horrific incident that left you

as the only survivor.

The public seems to be obsessed

with this almost stranger than fiction case

and are asking for updates on your journey

to recover from it.

Now, Jeff, this is the first time you're speaking out.

What compelled you to agree to do this today?

- I don't know.

I guess time has given me space

to reflect and just digest it all.

- Hmm, time heals all wounds.

- Yeah. I mean, it's kind of cheesy, but I think so.

- When you think back to that night,

what about it haunts you the most?

- The blood.

Was there a lot of it?

- It was everywhere.

- Can you describe that more?

All of those men killed in their own horrific ways

by the hand of a terrible malfunctioning robot.

- It's complicated.

- How so?

- It was horrible, but they were all really bad people.

- Yes, they all had extensive criminal history.

- Criminal history?

They, they were rapists and, and child molesters.

- So you think they deserved to die?

- What? No, that's not what I'm...

I'm just saying it's hard to feel 100% sympathy

for such bad people.

Regardless of all of that, I shouldn't have been there.

I didn't deserve to see all that.

- Of course not.

- And Pleasure Robotics' parent company

should have had a million safety parameters in place

so something like that wouldn't happen.

- Now that you mention that.

Last March, your lawsuit

against Pleasure Robotics and its parent company,

Stackpool Incorporated,

reached an undisclosed settlement.

- Yeah.

- The estimate of your payout

is somewhere around the $10 million mark.

Does that money help you forgive them?

- Forgiveness is not the right word.

Their negligence got people killed.

Their negligence hired a security guard

who is a convicted sex offender and felon

with zero supervision.

I almost got killed.

- That robot killed everyone in that room that night,

except you.

Why do you think that is, Jeff?

- I don't know.

Take a moment to think about it.

- I guess she just only killed bad people.

She?

- It, she, whatever you wanna call it.

And I wasn't one of 'em.

- The final question I wanted to ask you

is if you're constantly in fear?

- About what happened?

- Well, no.

They still can't find the robot

after it fled the crime scene.

Are you worried that it's searching for you

or that it will find you one day?

- Sometimes. Yeah.

- That must be an awful thing to have to live with.

- I like to think she was never after me.

That it only

went after really bad people.

At least that's what I try to tell myself.

We got it.

That was just wow!

Perfect, Jeff.

Thank you so much. You were great.

- That's it? - Oh, yeah.

These segments are short-form. TikTok attention spans.

- Right. Yeah, sure.

- We got all we need. - Okay.

- Thank you so much for this.

I am so truly sorry

you had to go through what you did.

I hope that wherever it is,

it will leave you in peace.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

I mean...

- One more time.

- Yeah, take care. - You too.

- Hey, thanks so much, Jeff.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Bye.

Are they gone?

- Yep.

How did it go?

- It was whatever.

What have you been up to?

- I got all the ingredients

to make your favorite, steak frites.

- Mm. Can I help you with anything?

- No, I got it.

It's done.

♪ Re, sol ♪

♪ La, ti ♪

♪ Re, sol ♪

♪ La, ti ♪

♪ Do, re ♪

♪ So, la ♪