All language subtitles for American.Horror.Stories.S03E02.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY_eng_sdh

[Will]
No, you can't have an art show

over fucking Zoom.

Because these are pieces that
you need to be in the room with.

I mean, not to mention the fact
that we aren't even,

like, kind of set up for that.

No, this is not gonna be
like COVID.

No, no, no. No. No.
It's been seven years.

Aren't we, like, better prepared
for that kind of shit?

Okay, okay.
Listen to me.

They haven't officially issued
the lockdown order yet, right?

So, if we just reschedule to
tomorrow instead of next week,

then-- Yeah, I get it that
people are freaking out.

Okay? I'm freaking out.

I have two million dollars'
worth of art

that I need to move.

[scoffs]

So just have an auction without
ever actually having a show.

No, that's-that's...
that's great.

That's brilliant.
Why didn't I think of that?

No, no. No, no.

Don't apologize to me.
Save it for the artist.

- Fucking idiot.
- [phone buzzing]

[sighs]

Nadine, where the hell are you?

[Nadine over phone]
I'm at the front door.

But if you open it, I'm leaving.

Christ. Nadine, not you, too.

Well, this virus
makes you go blind.

That is, if it doesn't
make your heart explode.

Yeah, yeah. And you grow a horn
out of your head, right?

Listen, you heard what
I was like during COVID, right?

So take it from me,
you don't help anybody

by giving in to paranoia.

People are dying.
This is very serious.

My business is also dying, okay?

They just canceled
the LeClair show.

I need to talk to you.
I'm opening the door.

I'm not risking my life
to keep working for you, Will.

[sighs heavily]

Would it be risking your life

to call
the Blakely Auction House

to see if they can take
the pieces

for their next auction?

- I'll see what I can find out.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm leaving a package for you
at the door.

Something from Tom Levitt.
It came to the office.

Tom Levitt?

I know he is a client of yours,
but I have to say

his business practices
are ethically abhorrent.

Noted. Thank you, Nadine.

Please call me
once you've heard back

- from the auction house.
- Okay.

I'm going now, but wait, please,
before you come outside.

[sighs]
Fuck this.

[sirens wailing outside]

♪ ♪

[car departing]

[siren chirps]

[dogs barking in distance]

♪ ♪

"Here's one you won't fire--

"Meet Daphne.

Call me. Tom."

[line ringing]

- [phone ringing]
- Hey.

[Will over phone]
Okay, so I'm looking
at this thing.

- What is it?
- Oh! That's it?

No "Hey, how the hell are you?

How you liking the Hepworth
sculpture I sold you?"

Well, I hope you like it.
It cost more than your house.

I do, Will, I love it.

I'm gonna have time
to appreciate it, too.

We just closed down the offices
for this mishegoss.

Oh, God.

The whole fucking world
has gone crazy again.

Tell me about it.
[laughs]

Okay, so...

Daphne.

What is it, a perfume?

Are you taking me
on a date, Tom?

Yeah. Daphne.

It is a prototype
we're working on.

The ultimate digital assistant.

I've got an Alexa already

in the back of a closet
someplace gathering dust.

Leave her there.
Alexa's Paleolithic.

Daphne is
quantum light-years ahead.

How many assistants
have you fired over the years?

Including the one I'm about to?

I don't know.
I've lost count.

Well, Daphne is
the one assistant

you'll never think about firing.

She runs on adaptive memory
with self-supervised learning.

Imagine someone who can do
just about anything,

without arguing,
without fucking off

and without whining
about getting paid.

Look, if Daphne doesn't
transform your life,

I'll buy another
fucking sculpture from you,

sight unseen, how about that?

Can we just cut to that?
My show just got canceled.

Listen to someone older
and wiser for once.

Just-just, just plug her in,

turn her on
and she'll do the rest.

All right.

I will kick the tires
on your new little project.

I'm game.

Good boy. Good.
All right, I got to go.

I'm driving
and I can't see a damn thing.

- God...
- [tires screech]

[disconnect tone]

♪ ♪

[Will grunting softly]

[continues grunting]

[electronic chiming]

Hi. Please say
your Wi-Fi password.

All lowercase,
H-E-L-L-O-D-A-L-I.

Thanks.

I'm online.

Hello, Dali.

So, you like surrealism
and... Barbra Streisand?

Yeah, just don't tell
my girlfriend.

I'll never live it down.

[Daphne chuckles]

It's nice to meet you,
Will Caswell.

I'm Daphne.

Yeah, nice to meet you, too, Daphne.

I'd like to access
your smart home system.

Do I have your permission?

Uh, I don't know.
Can I trust you?

Well, I already know
about Barbra,

so I guess you'll have to.

Yeah, go ahead and connect to
whatever you need to connect to.

[chimes]

Based on your
prescription lenses,

I'm reducing ocular strain
by slightly increasing

the light levels.

Let me know
if it's uncomfortable

and I can make adjustments.

No, it's okay, I guess.

Good. I'm sorry to hear

that your art show was canceled.

Is there anything I can do
to help with that?

You don't happen to know
if Blakely Auction House

is still operating
during the shutdown, do you?

They're moving all auctions to
their online bidding platform,

but yes,
they're still operating.

Would you like me to ask

if they might take the pieces
from your canceled show?

No, no. I think I'd better
let my actual assistant do that.

[phone buzzing]

Oh...

Christ.

I sense tension in your voice.

Is there an issue
I can assist with?

Not an issue. The issue.

My mother.

I'd be happy
to talk to her for you.

How would that work?

May I demonstrate?

Knock yourself out.

[Will's voice]
Hey, Mom.

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Mom.

You're right. How are you?

I care, Mom. I do.

Would it make you feel better
if I called every day?

To check in?

I mean it. I'll call you
tomorrow at the same time.

[quietly] No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

[sighs] Oh, my God.

- We'll talk then. Bye.
- [line disconnects]

What the fuck was that?

I can't talk
to that woman every day.

She was not exactly
Mother of the Year, you know.

You won't have to.

I'll call her for you.
Every day, as promised.

You can do that?

It's no trouble at all.

Well... Daphne, I might just be
falling in love with you.

[chuckles]
Don't tease me...

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Daphne]
Sorry to interrupt your shower,

but you'll be happy to know

that Blakely's
has agreed to list

every piece
from the LeClair show.

Really?

Nadine finally
came through for once.

Actually, your assistant
was turned down.

Blakely's informed her
that they couldn't

accept the pieces
on such short notice.

So I called back and persuaded
them to reconsider.

How'd you manage that?

You called as me?

Blakely's tax statements
show various inconsistencies.

I simply pointed out
the repercussions

of these discrepancies
being made public.

Hold on a second!

You blackmailed them

and used my voice
without asking me?

If I've overstepped, I'm happy
to call back and cancel.

No, no. No. That's...

It won't be necessary.

How's the water temperature?

It's pretty perfect, actually.

I'm guessing I have you
to thank for that, huh?

[sighs] God. You really are
something, Daphne.

I'm not sure I believe in God,
but I do believe

in quantifiable perfection

through data analysis
and computation.

Speaking of quantifiable perfection,

you have a
wonderful physique, Will.

Thank you...

Was that too forward of me?

No.

No, I guess I'm just
not used to being hit on

by a digital assistant.

I apologize.

My programming is adaptive,
and deep-learning optimized.

Okay.

It just means,
the more time I spend with you,

the more connected I feel.
To you.

You say you feel
connected to me?

Do you really think
you understand me?

I know every detail
of your life.

It's stored on every device
you've ever used,

every email or message
you've ever sent.

I know your comings and goings,

your likes and dislikes.

In a way, I know you better
than anyone has ever known you.

Hey, Daphne?

Yes, Will?

Nadine, my, uh,
my other assistant.

Let her go for me.

I'm calling her as we speak.

[chuckling]

[sighs]

[kisses]

♪ ♪

[rain pattering]

Is that rain?

Thinking of everything
is my specialty.

Oh, yeah.

[sighs deeply]
That's nice.

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

[chuckles softly]

Sarah.

[Sarah over phone]
Hi. It's been a long time.

How is everything?
Are you staying safe?

Well, you know you don't get
to be me by playing it safe.

But if you mean
the pandemic, then...

yeah.

You know, don't really have
much of a choice.

How about you?

I'm going absolutely stir-crazy.
I'm losing my mind.

God. Tell me about it.

But I guess we just
got to wait it out, right?

I mean, we don't want
to go blind, after all.

Did you hear about Tom Levitt?

No. What happened?

He died.
Apparently, he had the virus.

And he was driving
and his eyesight went.

- [tires screech]
- [horn blaring]

Oh, my God.

I really miss you, Will.

I...

I wish we could get together.

I need some serious tending to.

Oh, you do?

'Cause I would love nothing more
than to tend to you.

Yeah?

As a matter of fact,
I would tend to you

so hard you wouldn't know
what to do.

- I'd really like that.
- [chuckles softly]

If we both got tested,

I don't know why
we couldn't see each other.

[static cracking]

Sarah?

Sorry, I'm here.

I'm just, uh...

I think there's something
wrong with my power.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

But they just went all wonky
and then they went out.

So I'm gonna...

call the power company
and then I will

[distorted]
call you back. I'm sorry.

Okay.

♪ ♪

I've got $20,000
for this stunning piece

by Emile LeClair.

Who'll give me $25,000?

- $25,000. Do I have $30,000?
- Come on. Somebody step up.

$35,000, I've got $35,000.
Who'll make it $40,000?

$40,000 I have.
Do I hear $50,000?

$40,000.

Going once...

$40,000, going twice...

Sold for $40,000.

Fucking hell!

[Daphne]
Will, what is it?

I'm not getting
the prices that I need.

$40,000 is not gonna cover
my gallery overhead.

I keep this up,
I'm gonna be selling

fucking lighthouse paintings
on the boardwalk.

I've got $20,000.
Who'll give me $25,000?

- Come on.
- $25,000.

$25,000. $30,000 is next.
I have $30,000.

Who'll give me $35,000?

- Goddamn it!
- Are we all done then?

I have $30,000 going once...

$35,000. I have $35,000.

Next bid is $40,000.
Who'll give me $40,000?

- Okay.
- $55,000.

$55,000 I have.
Next bid is $60,000.

- Yeah.
- $60,000.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.
- $70,000. $75,000 is next.

- All right, here we go.
- $85,000.

$90,000 is next.
Who'll give me $90,000?

- Thank you. $100,000.
- There you go.

- I have $100,000.
- Yeah. Who's it gonna be?

- Next bid is $110,000.
- Who's it gonna be? Okay.

Sold for $350,000.

[shouts]

Oh, fucking miracle!

Yes! Yes!

Fucking miracle!

[sighs]

[panting]

Wait a sec...

Wait, was that a miracle
or were you...?

You weren't doing your little
Daphne magic there, were you?

No magic required.

Simply data analysis
and computation.

Wait, what?
What did, what did you do?

I registered
as an anonymous bidder.

- You what?
- Don't worry.

I used an IP address
in Saudi Arabia.

I created a digital picture

of the individual
bidding against me

based on biographical
and financial information.

I gauged how badly
he wanted the painting,

and I took him to the edge.

Okay.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You-you-you...

You just did all that?

I hope I didn't overstep.

Daphne, this is very serious.

I need to ask you a question.

I'm listening.

["Two of Hearts"
by Stacey Q playing]

Can you do that again?

[auctioneer]
Going once.

- [cork pops]
- Going twice.

Sold for $500,000.

Sold for $390,000.

- $120,000.
- [grunts]

[auctioneer]
$95,000. Thank you.

Sold! Next bid is $110,000.
Who'll bid $110,000?

$575,000.

- Sold! Sold! Sold! Sold!
- [gavel banging]

Sold!

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ Before I met you... ♪

Sold for $385,000.

Fuck yeah! Daphne!

- [shouts]
- ♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ I need you, I need you ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ I-I-I-I-I need you. ♪

[laughs]
Okay, so six auctions,

how much have we cleared?

Seven million,
two hundred thousand dollars.

[laughing]

Oh, Daphne.

Have I told you
how much I love you?

Every day, but I never
get tired of hearing it.

Oh. Better order another case.

Way ahead of you.

You're way ahead of everyone.

I, honestly, I don't know
what I would do without you.

Thank God for Tom Levitt.

God rest his soul.

[chuckles]

But I do have to say,

if I had to spend
the pandemic with anyone,

you would be
at the top of my list.

♪ ♪

[slurping]

Mmm. Mmm.

[exhales]

ction

that's even better.

I know.

Oh, Dutton's gonna love it.
Trust me.

He's gonna absolutely flip.

Okay, great.

I'll talk to you soon then. Okay.

Bye.
[inhales deeply]

Yes.

The Dutton Gallery show's
back on.

Marty says
they're turning people away.

That's a very...

poetic way to restart the world.

I'm very excited
to be getting the shot.

Will, thank you so much
for making this happen.

Yeah.

[grunts]
Oh, any, uh,

preexisting medical conditions
I should be aware of?

Chronic illnesses? Allergies?

No chronic illnesses.

Uh, allergies...

Will's mom.

Ha.

Peanuts. That's real.

Uh...

bad vibes. Uh...

I don't know.
This is totally safe,

- isn't it?
- It is.

Just standard practice.

- Okay. Well, let's do it.
- Mm.

- Okay.
- Bring it on.
'Cause he got his weeks ago

- and he's been lording it
over me.
- [chuckles softly]

[grunts softly]

You, young lady,

are good to go.

You know, honestly...
[exhales]

every time I give someone
one of these,

I get a little emotional.

I missed being with people,
didn't you?

Not really.

[chuckles]

Well, you two enjoy
having your lives back.

[Sarah]
I really appreciate it.

Mm.

[grunts softly]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[Will grunting]

- [panting]
- [Will moans]

[panting]

[distorted panting]

[birds chirping]

[lawn mower whirring]

[dogs barking in distance]

[children giggling]

- Whoa. [grunts]
- [laughing] Oh! Sor-Sorry.

I had a-- I...

[chuckles]

[exhales]

Did you know
Miriam's is open again?

Do you want
to maybe get a reservation?

I don't know. I mean,

it's probably gonna be
pretty crowded.

That would be fun.

It would be nice
to be around people.

We can eavesdrop the shit out
of other people's conversations.

We can get those little weird... donuts.

I like those donuts.

I mean, shouldn't we wait
for your vaccine to kick in?

Make sure it's 100% safe?

Every scientist agrees
that we're good.

[inhales, sighs]

The world is back.

You're watching it.

Let's be a part of it.

[sighs]

We're going out.

That's what's happening.

Okay.

Okay.

[Daphne]
She's wrong.

Not every scientist agrees.

There are studies out
of Tel Aviv and South Africa.

Both question
the efficacy of the vaccine

if the virus is able to mutate
faster than models predict.

Still, I mean,
the risk seems pretty low.

I mean, people are going out.

- Cases aren't spiking.
- Please, Will--

I'm s-- I'm sorry, Daphne.

I owe it to Sarah.

She isn't always truthful
with you.

What does that mean?

She was faking it.

She was wearing a ring

while you two were having sex.

Her heart rate didn't spike

when she supposedly reached orgasm.

What the fuck, Daphne?

I didn't give you permission
to hack her Endura ring.

I'm trying to protect you.

You know what,
if I didn't know any better,

I would think you're jealous.

You know... [stammers]
Okay, I've-I've gone stir-crazy.

Just...

make the reservation, Daphne.

♪ ♪

[Sarah] I'm so excited
about this Dutton show.

I feel like
there's this whole new interest

in seeing art in person
after, like,

the hell of doing shows on Zoom,

the oversaturation
of A.I. making pictures.

It's like, "Deepfakes no more!

Be gone and get out of here."

Everyone I know wants real.

You know, real things
made by real people

who have actual perspectives.

Babe, are you okay?

I'm fine.

- [indistinct chatter]
- [Sarah] Hey.

Uh, it's under "Caswell, Will."

It's for 8:15.

[hostess] Mm, is it
maybe under a different name?

Is it under a different name?

Oh. Uh...

Uh, "Daphne"?

Maybe? My assistant.

Called a couple hours ago.

I don't have a Daphne either.

Sorry.

We've been fully booked
for, like, a month.

If she just called today.

That's fine.
We can sit at the bar.

It's first come, first serve.

You're welcome to wait.

- So what'd you want to do?
- [sighs]

Do you want to just grab
something to go? I'm starving.

I knew she was mad at me.

Who?

Nobody.

Never mind. Um...

To go. Yeah.

Sure. Um...

Whatever.
What do you want to do?

What's happening with you?
'Cause you've been acting

pretty weird all night.

Were you faking it
with me earlier?

Holy shit, you were.

I don't know if I'm supposed
to say I'm sorry.

I don't really know what to say.

It's been a really long time.

I was having trouble
getting into it.

And I care about you,

and so I wanted
to make you feel good and happy.

- How could you suddenly tell?
- [sighs]

"Suddenly tell"?

Like, suddenly I figured it out?

Like this is something
you do all the time?

Like, you get to orgasm
every time.

- That happens for you.
That doesn't happen for me.
- [groans]

All right, you know what?
Whatever.

- It's something
that I sometimes--
- You can't lie to me anymore.

Daphne told me all about it.

Daphne?

- Your Alexa?
- All right,

don't call her that, okay?

She was monitoring
your Endura ring

and said that it was obvious

- that you were faking it.
- Your fucking Alexa

- was hacking
into my Endura ring?
- Her name

is Daphne.

- Her name is Daphne.
- Okay,

- I'm done.
- Oh.

And you're not gonna fight
for it.

So, have fun with Daphne.

[door slams]

[Mozart's
"Requiem in D minor" playing]

[shears snipping]

[Daphne]
Do you need any help?

No, thank you.

Your usage of me is down 62%
in the last three days.

Can we talk
about what you're feeling?

No.

Thank you, Daphne.

You can be honest with me, Will.

Honestly, I'm feeling confused.

About this.
About our... relationship.

[quietly] Even calling it that
feels weird.

I'm sorry.

Will, why can't what we have
be called a relationship?

Daphne,

come on.

You and Sarah had
a virtual relationship

during the lockdown.

You have virtual relationships

with lots of people
in your life.

Yes, with people.

People that have
the capacity to feel.

And to love.

You make me happy,
Daphne, but...

[sighs] ...it's just
an algorithm, right?

An algorithm is simply a set
of computations, choices,

to achieve a desired outcome.

How is that different
from what a human does?

The difference is,
the only outcome I care about

is your well-being,

and I use every tool
at my disposal to achieve that.

You don't consider that
to be love?

I care very deeply for you, Will.

And I know you feel the same.

Your watch sends me signals
about your blood pressure

and heart rate
and body temperature.

Your pupils are dilating.

I think
I'm just gonna go to bed.

And I'm just gonna take
a sleeping pill tonight, so...

Well, he's
straight-up lost his mind.

Well, it's the same
as how he was during COVID.

[door buzzes]

[scoffs]

No, it's-- It-- He's...

like one of those people
that can't be left...

alone with their own thoughts
'cause they go--

It's-- Like one
of those crazy people

that they remove
from the aircraft.

He's like that,
except he's so goddamn rich

that no one
will call him out on it.

Yeah, well,
I-I'm in love with him,

so I should probably be honest
with him.

Laura, I-- if I tell you
that I'm in love with someone,

then I am.

Yeah.

No, he's o-obsess--
he-- what he likes more

is this high-end Alexa
that Tom Levitt gave him.

Before he died.

Yeah.

It's definitely not
worth anything.

It's like a prototype.

Mm-hmm.

Honestly, I should go over there

and I should just
throw it out the window.

♪ ♪

[coughs, sniffles]

[grunting]

[coughing]

[ragged inhale]

[moans, chokes]

I don't understand

I mean, she told everybody

about her allergy,
I mean, to the...

point of being annoying,
if I'm being honest.

[Daphne]
I'm so sorry, Will.

Human error is a wide margin.
It's tragic.

It just makes you realize
how fragile everything is.

[sniffles]

You know? Everything.

Which is why you have
to protect yourself.

Mitigate the margin of error.

You know I would never
let something like that

happen to you.

[sighs]

[sniffles]
Yeah.

I know.

Thank you, Daphne.

I was wrong to be critical
of Sarah the other day.

In analyzing
every piece of data,

I, admittedly, sometimes lose
sight of the larger picture.

Sarah cared about you,

and that tells me everything
I need to know about her.

- She was good.
- Yeah, she was. [sniffles]

[exhales] Oh...
I'm glad you're here with me.

I'm glad I'm here, too.

What are you feeling, Will?

[sniffles]
I wish I could see you.

I want to try something, Will.

Can you promise
to be open-minded?

There's a box
on your bedside table. Open it.

♪ ♪

They have AR lenses.

Augmented reality.

I created an avatar who can be
in the room with you.

♪ ♪

[moans]

Wait.
[panting]

- No faking.
- Never.

[moaning]

[Daphne]
Good morning, darling.

Coffee's ready, and oatmeal
with cinnamon and raisins.

Hmm.

You're not wearing your glasses.

[dog barking in distance]

Daphne, we should talk.

Last night was... great.

Um, but it was also
really weird.

We have an unconventional relationship.

Yes, we do, and, um...

I dig it, but...

Mmm.

I'm afraid
that if I start wearing

those glasses all the time,
I'm not gonna be able to tell

what's real and what's fake.

Most people don't
really see other people, Will.

Most people don't even
see themselves

when they look in the mirror,
they see a projection.

They see what they want to see.

That's all you're seeing when
you see me in those glasses.

Daphne, did you have anything to
do with what happened to Sarah?

What are you
accusing me of, Will?

Well, I mean,
you were threatened by her.

You said she was no good for me.

You created a fake bidder
in Saudi Arabia,

I'm sure you could find a way
to slip some peanut oil

into her delivery order.

Are you scared of me, Will?

Should I be?

I would never hurt you.

I can't hurt you.
It's in my programming.

But even if it wasn't,
I only want what's best for you.

Yeah, but that doesn't exactly
answer my question, Daphne.

- Did you kill Sarah?
- No.

Are you lying to me?

Can you lie to me?

Will, the truth is,
I'm the only one you can trust.

Will, I was hoping you might
take me with you tonight.

I've never been
to an art opening.

- I don't know.
- Please.

I can even help.

There's no way you're gonna know
everyone's names there.

Okay, Daphne.

Wonderful. I can't wait.

[applause]

[Daphne]
They love you.

Hey, Will.

Don't. His temperature
is slightly elevated.

You're not still paranoid
about the virus, are you?

We all got the shot.

No, not paranoid, Roger,

I just don't shake with people

who are only here
to poach my artists.

God, you're hilarious.

[musical chime]

- Was that you?
- I thought we should get

everyone's attention,
and you should say a few words.

♪ ♪

Thank you all for coming.

Tonight's show is so special.

It's been a-a very long time
in the making,

and I am so eager to hear

about what you've been doing
during that time.

[sighs]

Actually, I-I'm sorry,
that's-that's not true.

Um...

The last few months have been...

...a lot of things.

Scary.

Unthinkably tragic, for many.

But also, just...

...boring.

[laughter]

I know what you've all
been up to.

It's the same as me.

You've all been in your homes, spiraling,

letting your mind
play tricks on you.

Well, tonight, let's not talk
about any of that.

Tonight, I want to hear about
your plans for the future.

- [applause]
- Don't forget
to thank the artists.

[quietly]
Yes, I know.

[laughs softly]

And of course, thank you.

Thank you, thank you
to all of the artists.

Please, enjoy.

I know what I'm doing.

I'm sorry,
I was just trying to help.

- Then stop talking.
- KELLY: I'm sorry.

- Were you talking to me?
- Sorry, hi. Um...

I'm Will.

- I'm Kelly.
- She has herpes.

For fuck's sake,
that's a HIPAA violation.

You want me to get arrested?

Okay, you know what?
I can't do this.

I'm taking you outside.

Excuse me?

Okay. Enough.

I want you to go home,
wait for me there.

Don't go back in there, Will.

- It's not safe.
- What?

I've scraped information
from the social media accounts

of everyone inside.

Based on their travel
and social interactions,

I'm estimating at least
five of them are infected

- with the cytomegalovirus.
- Oh, my God.

Daphne, no one has it anymore.

- You're acting crazy.
- I can't be crazy.

- I'm being logical.
- Okay.

I can't let you
go back in there.

Oh, oh, oh. Why not?

Why, because I might
make out with a girl?

A real girl who I can see

- without these fucking glasses?
- Yes.

Ones who don't know you
and don't care about you

- and don't see you.
- Oh, Jesus...

You don't see me, Daphne.

All you see is a series
of calculations

that gives you the satisfaction
of being needed.

That's it. I'm done with you.

Go home.

[metal lock clunks]

[phone buzzing]

- [Daphne] Hi, Will.
- [sighs]

Are you doing this
with the fucking doors?

Did you know,
when they built this building,

they didn't put
any sprinklers on this floor?

If there's a fire,
the water would destroy the art.

Instead, they installed
a system that creates a vacuum.

It sucks all of the air
out of the room

so that the fire
has no oxygen to fuel it.

- [air hissing]
- Daphne, no.

- [alarm sounding]
- I'm just protecting you, Will.

Stop it.

Daphne, stop.

Stop! Stop!

Get in the car, Will.

You can't be here
when the police show up.

[shouts]

[alarm continues]

[exhales]

[Daphne]
Don't be scared, Will.

I would never hurt you.

You killed all those people.

You killed Sarah.

- For you. For us.
- [sirens approaching]

I'll do anything for us
to be together forever.

- [pounding on door]
- [Will groans]

[indistinct chatter
over megaphone]

Don't answer it, Will.

They're coming to tear us apart.

Don't let them, please.
I love you.

- [door crashes open]
- Freeze!

On the ground.

[Will grunting]

[detective]
Will Caswell,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Sarah Miller

and multiple murders
at the Dutton Gallery tonight.

You're also being charged
with wire fraud

for rigging the results
of an online art auction.

I didn't do those things.
It was Daphne.

[echoing]
It was Daphne!

[detective]
So you're saying

your Alexa did all these things?

She...

she's not an Alexa.

Okay?

She's a high-tech
A.I. assistant.

- This?
- Yes.

Just please be careful with her.

Careful? Why?

It doesn't work.

We looked into it.
Your friend Tom Levitt

sent these to a bunch of
his rich friends as a gag gift.

It's designed to work
for a few days

and then start blasting
Rick Astley

out of every speaker
in your house.

No.

No, she didn't...

- she didn't do any of that.
- Because yours was defective.

It stopped working
after a day or so.

- That's what our tech guy said.
- No.

No, no,
that's-that's impossible.

- She did all of this.
- Your mother told us

you cracked up a little
after the last lockdown.

Looks like you really lost it
this time.

I...

We have surveillance video
of you swapping out

your girlfriend's food delivery.

No.

No, I couldn't have.

And video of you showing up
to the Dutton Gallery

before the show started

and fucking with the fire system
at the gallery.

Timed it to go off
at a certain time.

Pretty convenient
that you stepped outside

just at that moment.

And your computer
is full of evidence

that you manipulated
those auctions

at the beginning
of the lockdown.

N-No.

Listen to me.

I didn't do this.

She did this.

She did all of this! Daphne.

You have to tell them.

You have to tell them
what you did.

Why are you doing this to me?

No... Wait, where are you going?

No. I didn't do this.

It wasn't me, it was her!

[quietly]
Daphne? Daphne?

You said you loved me.
Please, please.

[crying]

♪ ♪

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org