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- Is this it? - Yeah.

I used to sneak off here with your mom.

Talk all night...

about work, the universe,

building a family.

What's this say?

- They always blame the Ludds. - Okay.

- Calm down. - It's the great misdirect.

The problem isn't capitalism's

unholy alliance with big data, no.

It's those poor weirdos who want to grow private vegetables.

Oh, sorry.

I got a text.

The dead guy?

Okay, the dead guy has a name... Nathan.

And, no.

It's this guy I've kind of been seeing.

Casually.

Byron.

Byron?

I like the sound of that.

Sounds very living.

Hey, Nathan has his charm.

You ever think the reason why you like Dead Nathan

is because you've seen all of his memories?

- Maybe. - I bet if you took the time

to ask Alive Byron some real questions,

you'd find out some great stuff about him.

Just saying.

Reply to Byron.

Can't tonight.

Real date tomorrow night?

Okay.

Your condom size is medium.

Uh...

Yeah, I'm gonna take the large.

Condom size dispute.

Aisle four.

♪ ♪

Oh, f... Hey. Hey.

Morning, Uncle Nathan.

How did you get in here? Aren't you supposed to be in school?

Yeah.

But we have a sub today.

We're supposed to be watching a VR about the rainforest.

It's nice to see you, kiddo.

How is everybody?

Good, but everybody's looking for Fran.

She was supposed to meet Grandma Viv last night

but she never showed up.

She probably just got stuck in another escape room.

And Ingrid offered to take me

for a sleepover to help out.

Should I go?

W... Uh, tonight?

Yeah, you should definitely go.

Should I?

Yeah, I think so.

But should I?

Look, the food will be great, it'll be fun.

Okay, maybe not fun; it'll be interesting.

Fine.

Just don't-don't let her straighten your hair, okay?

Okay.

- Hey, you want to meet my angel? - Sure.

Angel.

Who is this cute lady?

This is my niece Nevaeh,

who I am adequately supervising.

Yo, Nora!

Emergency staff meeting.

Is this what your kid would look like?

Thumbs up, girl.

Go. Shoo.

Go for it.

Well, got to run.

- Bye, Nevaeh. - Bye.

Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

- Elf ears. - Okay, put them back.

- Put them back. - Okay. Bye for real.

Ow. My God.

I wish I could have a sleepover with her.

- Yeah. - She's pretty.

Did she have any filters on?

No, that's actually her.

I saw her at my funeral; she's that cute.

Different hair, though.

Oh, you like her.

Wait, can you kiss her?

Or would you, like, go to Lakeview jail?

No. I wouldn't kiss her, okay?

She's my angel and we're friends.

And-and Ingrid,

of course.

Just FYI, the third stall

in the men's room is clogged,

and the second stall

in the women's room is clogged,

so choose your stalls accordingly.

Also, Aleesha,

there have been more complaints about you.

Who, the bitch in 10662?

I think it's a man who lives in 10662.

Oh, yes. It's Luke Crossley.

Yeah, he's a bitch.

Okay. Well, he's also a veteran.

You just be a professional.

That's what we're paying you for.

You ain't paying me enough.

Also, we are having

a promotion from Nokia Taco Bell.

It's the virtual Gordita Crunch.

We're getting a lot of money for you to push this item.

You'll all be receiving a Gordita Crunch script.

Do not deviate from the Gordita Crunch script

as hundreds of man-hours have been spent

developing it, and research shows

that younger people are more willing

to try new brands, so, Nora...

Nora, where is...

Where is Nora?

Nora.

Oh, there she is.

Really push 'em on that McNadd boy.

Push the high-profit fast food on the child, got it.

Yeah, 'cause the kids are our future.

Not these kids, Aleesha.

These kids are dead.

♪ ♪

Ah, looking good, Brad.

Oh, thank you, Nathan.

- How's that? - Oh, that's better.

Oh. Hey. How was your morning staff meeting?

Illuminating.

Hey, have you ever tried a Gordita Crunch?

Please.

Well, I think it's time you got your crunch on.

♪ ♪

Oh. Okay.

Um, yeah, maybe later.

Fresh and delicious, the Gordita Crunch

is a flavor fantasy that'll have you howling

at the moon after one crazy, crunchy, chewy chomp.

- Are you okay? - Sorry.

I have a quota of ten of these pitches today.

- Hint: say "speed up." - Speed up.

Who doesn't want a tasty taco with spicy ranch sauce

nestled inside a piping hot puffy Gordita,

loving layered with a three-cheese blend and savory...

This is one macho taco.

Still don't want one, but that was damn impressive.

Hey. Your niece is adorable.

Oh, yeah, she's a cutie.

She loved you.

Look, I was gonna come back out here later

and watch the sunset.

If you want to come and knock out

a couple more Gordita pitches,

I feel like I could still probably enjoy myself.

I'm actually leaving a little early tonight.

Oh, yeah? You got a hot date?

Well, yeah.

I-I mean, I don't know how hot.

It's just, um, having dinner at a restaurant.

Oh.

Neat.

Um...

Well, I'll-I'll crunch you later.

♪ ♪

What are you doing in the whirlpool bath?

Unneeded. Fly away.

Did you pay for this luxury spa treatment?

I must have; otherwise, how could I be here?

Bullshit.

I figured out your little scam.

Order free water, and ride the waitstaff in.

Why are you persecuting me?

Because you don't buy anything.

And my supervisor's up my ass.

It's not my fault this shit's so easy to hack.

Okay, you want to play?

You think you got something on me because

I have to follow the rules.

But guess what.

I muted the system, you goofy bitch,

so now we play by my rules.

Oh, scary.

I hope your rules include me getting unlimited free Gorditas.

You spoiled shits have more food than I've ever seen.

Crunch me this instant.

Nope. According to my log,

I've already given you a free Gordita,

and watched you eat it.

No, you didn't, you liar. Fuck you.

That's going in my "fingers and dicks" file.

Give me back my fuck-you finger!

When you improve your attitude.

- All right. - What are you doing?

Shit.

I'm gonna get you, Luke!

I'm gonna...

Angel.

What up, playa-playa?!

Hey.

Wasn't sure who I'd get.

Boom.

Cool. Um, you want to hang out

and watch the sunset?

What you mean, like... like with you?

No, not like... Not with me.

Just, you know, the two of us.

Two... two playas.

Never mind. Please go.

Yeah, I'm-a head out.

- Hey, five stars, though, right? - Yeah, fine.

Keep it cool.

So your last name is Titley?

Seriously?

Yeah.

So, where are you from?

Well...

It depends.

Ah, it's more about where I'm going, you know?

I like to follow my dreams.

Uh-huh.

What are your dreams?

Well, something involving kids and making a shit ton of money.

I majored in child psychology

and data mining at CUNY Staten Island.

I thought...

this place would be better.

It said "good for dates" on Yelp.

I mean, fuck Yelp.

What is...

your earliest memory of your mom?

Wow.

Deep.

Finger painting with her.

Getting paint in her hair.

And then, we took a bath together.

Hmm.

Jamie Arpaz.

No way.

Look who finally decided to pick up.

Sorry, I-I can't talk right now.

No, you in a board meeting? You going full Elon now?

Ha!

Never. You know me.

- Well... - We can't start

this meeting without Pitzer. Try him again.

Sorry, dude. I got to go.

Wait...

Damn it.

Anyway, I told him the dividends weren't there.

I kept telling him that. He wouldn't believe me.

And now he's spending money instead of making it.

What an idiot.

This is so good.

Mmm. Ow!

What?!

Honey, that's a bone.

The animal that chicken comes from has them.

I knew that. I just never bit one.

Why don't you try swallowing them whole?

There's candy on the inside.

Ruby, not everyone can afford unprinted food.

How's work, Dad?

Well, the merger shouldn't

really affect much.

If we come to terms with the divestment,

it will be smooth sailing.

I'm sorry if I'm losing you, Ingrid.

I tried to dumb it down as much as I could.

Oh, no, I'm following fine.

- It's just not interesting. - Uh-huh.

So I ran into Carter in Venice the other day,

and he was asking about you.

- Hmm. - You know he's divorced now, right?

So another option maybe, if you lose a few.

You know he gave Gwen HPV, right?

And I'm with Nathan.

Oh, we know.

Are there bones in this, too?

- No, sweetie. - Oh.

I understand Nathan is a neighbor of David Choak.

Maybe he'll finally learn something about business.

- Uploads still can't work, Daddy.

- Oh. - Did you get your Horizen bill this month?

How much is he costing you?

Mm. Less than you spend on Botox, Mom.

You mean less than I spend on her Botox?

Well, if you didn't pay the bills, what good would you be?

Do you guys always talk to each other like this?

- Like how? - Crazy mean.

Huh. I guess we do.

It's kind of fun, right?

For real, though, children are the future.

I volunteer at the Y on weekends,

teaching kids and inspiring them.

What do you... what do you teach them?

If you see something you want, anything,

don't let anyone tell you that you can't have it.

What...?

What if it belongs to another kid?

Yeah, then I just tell them, "Do not be a Beta."

Be an Alpha.

Oh.

Thanks for coming by to check in on me, Nathan.

Having a cold is no fun.

Why are you paying extra for this?

Isn't it, like, a dollar a minute?

Well, when you've been here a little longer,

you'll see that having no fun can be kind of fun.

My nose is actually stuffed up, just like real life.

Zach, you want some honey in your tea?

Yes, please.

- Here you go. - Oh.

- Oh, yes. - Aw, poor thing.

Um, could you?

Geez.

Spit 'em out!

What? Occupied!

Cease crunching!

Fuck you!

Thank you! My "fingers and dicks" file is bulging.

When do you start taking dicks?

When there's no more fingers.

What about toes? You're skipping toes!

Nathan's your uncle, right? Mommy says

- he's nothing but a sponge. - I don't think

she can hear you with all that chewing she's doing.

- We have an eater. - So, Nevaeh, what's the plan?

How are you gonna grow up to be successful so you can eat

- like this every night? - I don't know.

- "I don't know"? - Just like our Ingrid.

Talks with her mouth full and doesn't have a future.

At least I'm not an old bitch.

I'm in sales, guys, and doing well.

- We'll see how that sticks. - I'm sure Nathan hopes it does.

Okay, who's ready for dessert?

I made crème caramel.

- Oh. - Ew. No, thank you.

No.

Yeah, I'll have some.

This whole dinner was really amazing.

Thanks, Nevaeh. It's nice to be appreciated.

You can give mine to the little piggy.

Okay, you know what? Get out.

- Please leave! - What?

All of you out my door now!

Let Nevaeh and I start our sleepover.

- Go! Go! - Daddy, listen to how she's talking to us.

- Oh, no. - Get out.

Who's the bitch now, Ingrid?

Let's do our hair the same.

Okay, for real, though, aren't you scared

- of working with ghosts? - Stop calling them ghosts.

- They're not ghosts. - But they're not alive, right?

They're not dead, either.

You know, I've given this a lot of thought.

And some of the best conversations

I've ever had are...

It's on me. Yes!

Boom. Alpha.

Oh. Thanks.

So, where to next?

Uh, you mean your place or mine?

No, like, more of the talking part?

Do you think

that maybe sex could be hot later if we knew each other?

Like, it would make it

more interesting somehow?

I don't know. I sound like a complete pervert.

No, that's...

That sounds nice.

I think it's cool

you want to learn more about me.

Okay, now you're making me sound like a real creep.

No.

Ugh.

Gordita Crunch?

First one's free!

- No. - Are you sure?

- Yes. - Yes to the Gordita Crunch?

- No. - No, you're not sure?

- Yes. - All right. Get your crunch on!

Wha... I... no...

Ice-cold.

Angel?

Oh, never mind.

Dude.

Dream on, Mittens.

You know you can get 'em back if you just say "sorry."

Fine. I'm sorry you're such a fart.

Okay.

Dude, did you just...?

- Yup. - Angel supervisor?

Wait. No, no, no. I can fix it. I can fix it.

Here you go.

Balls below, please.

Thank you.

Hi.

Uh, sir, is this angel forcing you

to do something you don't want to do?

No. No, no.

Let me see your hands.

Where are his fingers?!

Angel, goddamn it! This is a fireable offense.

Wait. I won't press charges if she says she's sorry.

Me apologize?

N... that's too far.

Apologize to the client, angel.

He is being very reasonable!

He... I... What?!

He... You...

You're the... I... I...

Gotcha!

Don't worry about it. We're cool.

It's just a game we play.

Busting each others' balls.

- For real? - Yeah, I got it from the Army.

We always fucked with each other. Good times.

This angel's cool. If you got some kind of

Employee of the Month thing...

No, we don't. We don't do that.

I mean, you could tip her.

Mm... nah.

No, I wouldn't, either.

What is that muscle from there to there?

- There. Yeah. - That? Oh. Trapezius.

I like it.

- I cannot figure you out. - Figure me out, can you?

Here.

Thanks. And don't worry.

I won this battle, but you will also lose the war.

We'll see.

Oh, fuck.

Whoa!

- This is it. - Wow. This is dope.

- Hey. - Hey. Is Lucy still here?

Oh, she just left. And I live to angel another day.

- Who is this? - What's up?

I am Byron, her date.

He wanted to see where I worked.

Wow. Crazy night.

Okay.

Well, you two have fun.

Yeah.

Fuck on Lucy's table.

Um, uh, well, this is my desk.

Ooh, this is wild.

Can I, can I see one?

I mean, they're probably all asleep.

Oh, what about this guy?

Looks like he's up.

Uh...

Okay.

Whoa.

He looks so real.

He is real.

Look, he's doing a little painting.

It's like,

"Dude, why? You're dead."

Dead man painting.

Wait, can you print that out?

'Cause I would love to put that on my fridge.

Okay, so you have a really weird job.

Would you like to get out of here

and go back to my place?

Actually, I just realized,

I'm so behind on work stuff,

so I think I'm gonna stay here

and just try to get through some of it.

Rain check?

- Okay. - Okay.

It was nice getting to know you, Norma.

- Oh... - And I know your name's Nora.

That's a nickname. I added the "mmm"

because you're "mmm-mmm" good.

I'll see you later.

Needs more Tokyo blue.

Don't look at it, it's not finished.

How was your date?

Well, it's 10:30, and I'm at work, so...

So, really good.

Hey, I've been meaning to ask, what's your office look like?

Well, it's a lot of brick, some linoleum.

Wow, I feel like I'm there.

You should write novels.

What do you want from me?

It's an office.

I mean, what a weird question.

Pick it up.

- Hello? - Hey.

Who is this?! How'd you get this number?!

Well, as you can see, the office is deserted.

So, if you said "angel now,"

you would get an outsourced one from Finland

or Kenya.

Hmm. Where's your desk?

Uh, this is...

where I work.

And Aleesha sits next to me.

Uh, wait. Who?

Oh, shit, uh,

that's the tall one's name.

Luke's angel.

Wait, who's that?

That's my ex-husband, Carl.

- What? - He gets out of prison next month.

Oh.

Kidding. It's my dad.

My boss works up there...

and that's the break room through there.

It's pretty shitty.

It's fantastic.

Wait, what?

The real world. It's amazing.

Okay, please.

This... is amazing.

Beautiful.

We never get to see the stars in L.A.

'cause of all the light pollution.

Same in New York.

It's nice we get to see them here.

Mint chip is the best, huh?

Mm-hmm.

That was Nathan's favorite.

I really miss him.

I know. Me, too.

Here.

I have a surprise.

I'll be right back.

This is for you.

It was his.

I snuck back into his car the night that he died

to turn on "Prioritize Occupant."

Not that it made any difference.

Anyway...

I grabbed it so I could wear it on the way home.

And I, uh... I want you to have it.

Do you think Nathan's lonely?

I'd be so lonely.

Hey, can I tell you a secret?

You have to promise to keep it,

'cause it could get me in a lot of trouble.

Yeah, of course.

But, I mean, is it really a secret

if they record all our conversations anyway?

They can't record everything. You have to turn a button on.

But just in case.

It's about your memories.

I found out

they were damaged after your scan.

And some of them

were deleted from my computer after I took them home.

You took them home?

So I could try and fix them.

What'd you find?

You were about to sell something called

"Beyond" with a friend, Jamie.

And you disagreed about selling it.

Does any of this ring a bell?

I mean, a little.

I think...

I think what happened to you wasn't an accident.

Yeah, David Choak thinks I was murdered.

That whatever I was working on was big.

I mean, is it possible Jamie did something to my car?

Everyone says that self-driving cars don't crash,

but... I mean, that's crazy, right?

I don't know.

But it all seems really freaky.

Hey, let's change the subject.

- Okay? - Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe something non-murder related.

Whatcha got?

You're my favorite person here.

Yeah.

We, uh, have a really nice friendship.

I just...

I feel more optimistic when you're around.

I'm really glad you came back tonight.

Not that...

not that I was rooting for your date to fail,

but I'm being honest.

I did get a little jealous.

You okay?

You know, for an L.A. douchebag,

you're the best L.A. douchebag I've ever met.

Yeah? How many others you met?

You're my one and only.

Wake up, ho!

Nora!

What the fuck?!