All language subtitles for Made.For.Love.S01E06.720p.x264.AAC.eng

[warm piano music]

[birds calling]

[waves crashing]

- Mm...

♪ ♪

Doesn't the sun feel so great?

The real sun?

- It's incredible.
- Mm.

- A nearly perfect sphere
of hot plasma.

Really puts a smile on my face.

Just like you, noodle.

[both chuckle]

Hey, you hungry?

♪ ♪

- Oh.

Thank you.

- Things are gonna be different
from here on out.

I've learned my lesson.

I--I don't want to control you.

I wanna connect with you.

The real you.

[sighs] Listen,
I am just so happy you're--

is everything okay?

Did I--did I get
the wrong kind?

Is--

- No, it's just...

Byron,

getting me donut holes

isn't going to make me
suddenly forgive you.

- No, that's not what I--

that--

Bennett!

What's wrong with her?

Why is she not responding
to my overtures?

Is there something wrong
with the algorithm?

- Uh, not sure, sir.

Considering the data
we've collected

from Hazel
since she's left the Hub,

the simulation
is accurately calibrated.

Presenting her
with donut holes,

especially in such
a chivalrous manner,

should have greased the wheels,
metaphorically speaking,

to get your beach date off
to a rousing start.

- I totally agree.

Show me the data.
I wanna see where I went wrong.

Okay, let's go back.

Hazel.
Hazel.

[wondrous music]

- Mm...

Doesn't the sun feel great?

[futuristic music]

The real sun?

♪ ♪

[Hazel gasps]
[Fiffany yelps]

- Oh!

- [laughs]
Oh, you're alive.

- Did I die?
Was I dead?

Where am I?
- You're--you're alive.

- Hazel, we're not here
to kill you.

We thought Byron killed you.

- He must've reconsidered.

You probably lost consciousness

when we took you offline.

No matter.
Hazel, listen to me.

Herringbone has managed
to disrupt the chip's feed

for a short amount of time.

We can take the chip out
without Byron seeing.

We just have to do it
in the next--

- Five minutes?

- I just need you
to lie back down.

- No.

- I assure you,
this will be safe.

- Hazel, look, my fingers
are rotting in a cooler.

Try to get onboard here,
all right?

- I don't want it out now!

I wanna keep it in.
I wanna keep the chip in.

- All right, maybe it's not
up to you anymore, huh?

- I--I, um,

I understand your fear.

I really do.

Taking the chip out

will give you your freedom.

- You think I'm gonna trust
the two of you with my freedom?

[laughs]

The two people who did
absolutely nothing

while I was held hostage
for ten fucking years?

And watched 24 hours a day

and forced to have
a performative orgasm

on camera every morning?
Are you kidding me?

- That's way above
my pay grade.

- Hazel, we understand.

He betrayed us too.

He took something from me.

- He took something
without your consent?

Yeah, sorta like what
you're doing to me right now.

Did you--did you get
Zelda's consent?

When you trapped her in the Hub
and put a chip in her brain?

[bird chirping faintly]

You are just like Byron.

- All right, we're--
we're wasting time here.

I'll hold her down.
You sedate her.

- Stop.

- What?
- Stop, stop, stop.

- What the f--
- No.

You're wrong.

I am not like Byron.

Go.
- What?

What are you doing?
- I can't get--

- The one chance we have
at a future

is inside her skull!

She owes us!

- Where are we?

- Don't talk to us.
Don't look at us.

You'll be back online
any second.

- Wait, what?
What? Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

[stammers] You're just
gonna leave me here?

You can't do that.

- Stop talking to us.
Turn around.

[inquisitive music]

[engine turns over]

- How am I supposed
to get home?

♪ ♪

Assholes!

[spacey music]

♪ ♪

[Byron chuckles]

- I know donut holes

won't make you
suddenly forgive me.

And, um,

there's so much
I wanna fix here.

Just...

Please?

Will you let me try?

Please?

- Yes.

I'd like that.

[sighs]
- Pause simulation.

Bennett, did you see that?

- Huzzah, sir!

You wanna reset?
Go again?

Oh, here, let me get these
little grains of sand

off your towel and--
- No, leave it.

- Are you sure?

Your biometric
feedback readings

are showing
high annoyance levels.

- That's the thing.

The world is annoying.

[laughs]
That was my epiphany.

- Fiffany?
I haven't seen her--

- Epiphany.

The reason I didn't implant
the chip to merge.

This whole time,

every second she's been
showing me what she wants.

- A divorce?

- Authenticity.

It doesn't matter if fake Hazel
responds to me--she's fake.

Just like the Hazel
that's been--

in the Hub all these years.

[ominous futuristic music]

♪ ♪

Now she's real Hazel,

in the real world.

And I need to prepare myself
to meet her out there,

where it will
make a difference.

Run the simulation again.
Skip to level ten.

- Maximize
real world variables?

- Just make it feel real!

♪ ♪

[exhales]

[lively music]

- Should we go for a swim?

- Yeah, that would be--oh.
[laughs]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm--

- Yo, dude.
Little help?

- Yeah, I'll play that--
[laughs]

I'll play that sport later.

With them. Yeah.

[spluttering]

[dog whining]

- Oh, look, a cute little dog!

- Oh, yeah, so cute.
Okay.

- Sorry, guys.

This little fucker
loves himself a picnic basket.

[both laugh]
- Yeah, but I--

he's--he's, uh...

[laughing]
Eating the food.

He's licking the food.

Oh, my God!
[laughs]

[screams]

No! No!
Go back!

- So sorry, sir!
- Don't stop!

Let's go!
Here we go!

- This should cover a room
for you here

for a few weeks.

- Sure, but, uh,

what's our next move?

- There isn't one.

If all this
has shown me something,

It's that I need
to forge my own path--

one that doesn't
include Ignacio,

or Byron.

I'm done helping men.

- [chuckles]
Amen, sister.

- [chuckles]

- Wait, you're not lumping me
in with them, are you?

- I've gotta get back
to the Hub.

I need to be there

to make sure that
Zelda's transfer is complete.

And when she's out,

I'm giving Byron
my resignation.

After that, I'm not sure.

- But you and me, we're--

we're a team.

- Goodbye, Herringbone.

Take care of yourself.

- Fiff, please, you can't just

leave me out here with nothing.

I--I got no other options.

- Get out of the van.
- No.

- Get out of the van.

- No. You can't make me.

[yelps]

Ow!

- Sorry.

[discordant electronic music]

♪ ♪

- [panting]
Dad, I'm home.

Oh, my--

I'm okay.
I'm okay.

[panting]

Dad?

- Huh?

- You're--you're--

you're just asleep?

- What?
Jesus.

- Are you kidding me?

- What the hell?

Uh, it's--it's 1:00 a.m.

- Yeah, I left you to walk home
at noon.

Did you wonder where I was?

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I wondered.

- This is just like
when I was a kid.

You have never given a fuck
about me.

- It's the middle of the night,
huh?

Can we argue about this
in the morning?

- Why?

What would be
the point of that?

You're never gonna change.

I have always been
an afterthought to you.

- You were gone for ten years.

Excuse me if--if you being late

doesn't feel like
DEFCON level one.

- You--you were done
being a parent to me

the second that Mom died.

I mean, you just have been
passed out on a couch

or drunk at a bar
my whole life.

You completely checked out.

- I didn't ask you
to come back, huh?

You showed up at my door
from the middle of nowhere,

and suddenly, my life is
supposed to revolve around you?

I had a good thing going here.

- What, with your fuckin' doll?

Do you know
that you treat that doll

better than you have
ever treated me?

I mean, you buy her
new clothes,

and you fold her laundry,

and you put it away all nice.

And you buy her groceries,
and you cook her meals,

and you ask her every day
how she is feeling

even though all she is

is a fake fucking vagina
with limbs!

- Let--let go of her!
Leave her alone!

- You're out
of your fucking mind!

- Get away from her!

Give me a fucking break!

What's wrong with you?

[soft electronic music]

♪ ♪

I didn't think
I'd ever see you again.

- Why would you think that?

Have you ever asked yourself

why your daughter
was so willing

to run away
with a sociopath forever?

I mean, who does that?

[scoffs]

I'll tell you who.

Girls with shit fathers.

♪ ♪

- What the hell is it?

You--you have experience
with this stuff?

And then you can just--

you know--but you're right,
you're right.

- Jesus Christ.
Hey, Dad?

Can you and Diane
move your nun fetish act

to the kitchen please?
It's 10 in the morning.

- Stop!
Don't let her see me.

- Who is that?

- Lis--listen, listen, listen.

It's just somebody I know,

and somebody
who I think can help.

- Oh, my God.

Are you gonna try to get me
to join a convent?

- That's not the worst idea,
but no.

No.
Look.

In order for you to go up
against someone like Byron,

you gotta go
outside the system.

She's outside the system.

- Your father
has told me everything,

which means you will never
lay eyes on me.

This way,
Byron doesn't know who I am.

You can call me Judiff.

[angelic choral music]

- Sorry--Judith?

Ju-diff.
Two F's.

- Uh-huh.

- Mm-hmm.

- I have to admit, this is a--

a surprise.

I thought we were doing
great things together.

- I'm grateful
for all the opportunities

that Gogol has given me,
that you've given me, Byron,

but I'm ready to move on
to different things.

- There's nothing
I could offer you

to convince you to stay?

You made up your mind?

- Afraid so.

- Oh.

Yeah.

I understand.
Thank you.

Oh, I do need to take out

the sensor implant
in your finger.

- Of course.

- You'll be missed.

Get you a Band-Aid.

- It's fine.

- No, it's okay.

Stay.

I'll be right back.

[computer chimes]

Bad news, Dr. Hodeck.

[laughs]

I don't seem to have
any bandages in my office.

[quirky music]

- But I'm in your office.

- I never in a million years

thought I would have to put you
in the Pasture Cube.

♪ ♪

It's very disappointing.

Farewell, Fiffany.

Oh, you fuck, Byron.

[spacey music]

♪ ♪

[door whooshes]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[echoing laughter]

- She left me no choice.

[groans]

It is tough being the boss,
Bennett.

- It's a harsh punishment,
sir, but understandable.

I'm sure a few minutes
in the Pasture Cube

will scare Dr. Hodeck straight.

- Mm.

- When would you like me
to let her out?

- Never.

- Oh?

- No more simulations.

I'm ready.
- Sir?

- It's time for me to go out

into the real world by myself.

Pack our bags.

- Thank you.

- Mm.

- Mmm.

You remember how I take it.

- Anyway, like I mentioned, uh,

my daughter here, she's, uh,
she's in a bit of trouble.

- Hazel.

- Mm-hmm.

- Let me tell you
a little bit about me.

- Okay.

- I'm a bulldog who likes

to sink her teeth
into the ankles of corruption.

- Cool.

- You might've noticed
since you been home,

there are no churches open

with 20 square miles
of Twin Sands.

- Um,

I didn't notice that.

Sorry, I guess that's--
that's a bummer for you,
right?

- Not at all.

I'm the one that took
every last one of 'em down.

One bishop called me
a steeple slayer.

I got a kick out of that.

- So you're a real nun,

or a fake nun, or--

- I became a real nun

to infiltrate the church
and expose its crimes.

And, ah, I found a lot of 'em--

tax evasions,
cooking the books,

unforgiveable acts by priests.

- Like sex stuff?

- Abuse.

Not sex.

Sex,

when between
two consenting partners,

is the highest expression
of the divine.

Isn't that right, Herb?

- [spits drink, clears throat]

- Judiff, if I may, um,

I don't know
what your plan is here,

but my husband is Byron Gogol.

He's not your typical--

- [chuckles]
Gogol.

What kind of last name is that?

- You don't know who that is?

- I don't care who that is.
- Mm.

- All I know is,

what he did to your head
was abuse.

He robbed you of your solitude,
didn't he?

You didn't offer it; he took it

and made himself all-seeing
and knowing in your life.

And that is a relationship
reserved for God,

and he hijacked it.

[angelic choral music]

- Yeah.

He took all my hiding places.

- It's blasphemy.

He doesn't get to be God.

- She's nodding.
Yeah.

- He's gonna ruin your life.

He's gonna scare you off.
It's what he does.

I mean, you know, he's watching
all this right now,

and he can hear it all,
and you just--

[laughs]
I mean, any second,

the phones here
are gonna start ringing.

- Well--
- Right?

- He hasn't called yet.

- Oh, maybe--maybe he has.

I don't have great service
out here.

- Don't worry about me.

But Hazel, I need you
to give me authority

to act on your behalf.

Because with Byron here...

You and I have no privacy.

- Right.
Yes.

- From here on out,

you and I will never see
or speak to each other again

until it's over.

- But how am I supposed to know

what it is you're doing for me?

I'm just supposed
to trust that you

are handling Byron Gogol?

- Correct.

- It's not like
you got other options.

- What am I supposed to do
in the meantime?

- Go about your life
like you normally would.

Don't worry about your husband.

If he wants to watch
your every move,

that doesn't make him powerful.

It makes him pathetic.

Oh.

I gotta pee.

- Oh.
Yeah.

Uh, down the hall there
on the right.

- I remember.
- Yeah.

- [chuckles]
Close your eyes.

- Oh, right.

When did you date the nun?

- Before Diane.

Judiff was, uh,

taking a break from the cloth.

- I like her.

She's the first person

I haven't had
to explain myself to.

- Mm.

[toilet flushing]

[inquisitive music]

♪ ♪

- [clears throat]
Hi.

I'm Judiff,
a former friend of Herb's.

Maybe he's mentioned me.

Mm.

Uh, well, actually,
when you two met,

Herb and I were together.

But that's
water under the bridge now

'cause I am remarried
to the Lord, yes.

[chuckles, sighs]
Yeah.

No need for you to worry
'cause, you know,

me and Herb gonna
be working on a--

What the?

[clears throat]

I'm in the hallway now.

Um, close your eyes, please.

- Yeah.
Right.

- Okay, they're covered.

- Well, Hazel, I'll either
never see you again,

or we'll meet
when this is all over.

Sorry I missed Diane.

When will she be back again?

- Uh, Tuesday.

- Tuesday?
Ah, well.

I hope it all went well
with her conference in Reno.

- Yeah.
- [chuckles]

- Thanks.
- Toodles.

[door opens]

- What?

- [chuckles]
Nothing.

Actually, I have--

I have no words.

[ominous futuristic music]

- I'm proud of you, sir.

You really held your own
in the real world simulation.

- Yeah?
- And look at us now.

- [sputters]

- Two guys just taking a walk
in Los Angeles.

How does it feel to be
out of the Hub?

- Just fine.

I have no doubt this is
the right move, strategically.

You know, I fell in love
with her, uh,

in the real world
the first time.

I can do it again, right?

- Absolutely, sir.

Oh, feel the pep coming on.

It's my first time
having caffeine.

♪ ♪

[shutter clicking]

- [grunts]
Let's roll.

- Just checking.

You know,
you make fun of Diane,

but you're starting to take on
a lot of her traits.

- I was just thinking
about Judiff.

- Mm.
Well, she's odd.

But you can trust her.

- Mm, no, I was thinking
about how she said that

I should just go about my life

and--and do all the things
that I would normally do.

- Yeah, well,

everybody's been
telling you that.

- Yeah, I--I know.
I just...

I just have no idea
what that would look like.

- Well, nobody's telling you
you gotta, uh,

build a new life overnight.

- Mm-hmm.

- You start small.

Do something
that you used to do

back when you lived here.

Hm?
What'd you use to do for fun?

Besides be a delinquent
with bangles.

- Do you really wanna know?

- Sure.

- Okay.

[ethereal music]

Come on.

- [grunts]

- When was the last time
you were here?

Never.
Right?

- Well, I mean, about that...
[clears throat]

Your mom's not here.

I would've told you sooner,
but, uh,

when I said "fun,"

I didn't think we were going
to a cemetery.

- Uh, where is she?

- The city, they wanted
to make some space

for some nicer graves.

They paid to have bodies moved

about 12 miles
up State Highway 55.

I needed the money.

- [scoffs]

- I got the address at home.
Somewhere.

[gentle futuristic music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

I brought her favorite beer.

That's what I, uh,

used to do.

[can opens]

- It's not like, uh,

like I didn't visit
'cause I don't care.

I just, I don't need the--the--

the ceremony
of talking to a rock.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

I talk to her plenty.

- You do?

- Yeah.
Yeah.

I do.

I even keep some of your
mom's stuff in the house.

Like the, uh,

the coat rack
and the yellow lamp.

- The clothes on Diane.

- That too.
Mm.

- I was really lonely
after she died.

- Me too.

It was worse when you left.

I know I wasn't there for you.

And I know that,

I mean,
I'm not always gonna be.

Doesn't mean I don't care.

♪ ♪

How do you think
old Dirtdog died?

- I think he died
doing what he loved.

Getting his dick wet.

- Oh, Jesus.

Hazel.
[laughs]

[Andy Shauf's
"The Worst in You"]

Wha--

- It says.
- Ah.

Ah, good for him.

That's the way to go, I guess.

- [laughs]
Yeah.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I stepped out
the front door ♪

♪ Went out into the night ♪

♪ Took out a cigarette ♪

♪ Then I felt for my light ♪

♪ In my front pockets ♪

♪ It was nowhere to be found ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I went back in the door ♪

♪ Kicked off
both of my shoes ♪

♪ I looked around
for your coat ♪

♪ And then went looking
for you ♪

♪ Thought that I heard
your laughter ♪

♪ Stepping down the stairs ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Why do I ♪

♪ Always find the worst
in you? ♪

♪ Do you always find the worst
in me? ♪

♪ Or do I only find the worst
in you? ♪

♪ ♪