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Previously on A Murder
at the End of the World...

Andy was obsessed with
building an empire to protect his son

from every kind of apocalyptic
end he could imagine.

I knew I had to get him out.

But I just...

didn't know how.

You ever think about looking for her?

Lee? She doesn't need my help.

He started with his wife.

When we let someone
die unnamed and unacknowledged,

we're basically saying we're
okay with it, but I'm not.

You want the killer to have meaning
and he doesn't have meaning.

He's just a killer.

I want to know how you feel.

I feel like I'd have to
die for you to love me.

If I say his name...

he won't come back.

Really, Darby, I've just
been trying to keep you safe.

Well, I'm not safe.

No one is.

There's my wife.

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Go.

That's 13 gathered, Andy.

So that's everyone accounted for, then.

Very good, thank you.

- Where's Zoomer?
- With Eva.

- Can I just...
- No. Everyone, sit down.

Sit down, everybody.

I've summoned you all
here for a good reason.

This suite is 50 meters underground.

Ray chose this depth because I asked him

to make me something which
would protect me and my family

from anything that happened
on the surface of the Earth.

And apparently this is the depth

at which nuclear radiation fallout

is unlikely to seep through the soil,

and through the volcanic rock.

Ray also reminded me

that human beings find it very difficult

to maintain their psychological
equilibrium in artificial light,

having evolved in the sun for
hundreds of thousands of years.

So Ray helped me design a
system, which I've patented,

which allows the sunlight to leak in

through a series of tunnels and mirrors.

Genius.

And I wanted to share
that genius with the world.

Why shouldn't everybody have

a personal assistant, teacher, therapist

with an eye on the future?

Someone to do all the things
we no longer have the time to do

and to do them better than we can.

Keep our houses safe,
educate our children,

teach us to be better.

Because Ray thinks in centuries,

not the span of a single human life.

But Ray won't have much of a future

if his creator's reputation
is tarnished with murder.

And someone...

in this room is responsible.

Andy, the storm has stopped.

Representatives from
the embassy, the FBI,

the Icelandics are all
going to arrive soon.

Doesn't matter. No
one can access this suite.

No one even knows it exists
outside the people here.

- You're holding us hostage?
- Not one of you...

is going back to
the surface of the Earth

until I know who has betrayed me.

I haven't betrayed you, Andy.

I'm still trying to figure
out why you invited me here.

I assume you were
trying to broker a deal.

You must be leveraged to the
gills to build this place.

You need cash.

You wanted me to buy
Ray for my smart cities.

But people like you and me...
titans from warring nations...

cannot just meet in a hotel
bar or a quiet penthouse

without the whole world speculating,

including the markets.

But here, I'm just another guest.

In spite of what's happened,
you have my attention.

The technology is impressive.

I know. It is.

If you want a deal,
you let me leave now.

But maybe you colluded with
David to devour me whole.

It's not a secret that David has

harbored a grudge against me for years.

Andy, it's no secret that
I've grown to hate you.

Not just because you're
so great at what you do,

or maybe ever better than I am.

Because you're such a
fucking asshole about it.

Did you get tired of playing
second fiddle for so many years?

Is that why you were on the
lidar scan outside Darby's room?

- What?
- Was she getting too close?

You're out of your
goddamn mind, Andy, I...

Yeah? Then why did I
find those in your room

next to a fucking knife?

You...

You were the one who attacked me?

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

I was trying to stop
you from hurting Lee.

Oh...

Hurting Lee. Helping Lee.

Who knows what Darby Hart's up to?

Although she did uncover the truth.

That Bill Farrah is... was...

the biological father of my son.

What?

What?

That's not easy to deduce.

Not even Lee knew that.

And so, for a brief moment,
I thought I had an ally.

An innocent with a razor-sharp mind

who could help me ferret through
the growing list of enemies.

But then, hours after
she was suggesting to me

that it was my wife who killed Bill,

I found her conspiring with my wife

in Bill's bedroom.

- You didn't tell me the truth.
- What's the truth?

That your wife's...

Leaving me?

Did you all know that?

Funny, isn't it? 'Cause you
look at her and she's...

beautiful and sweet, innocent...

A year ago, she kidnapped

my son and took him to Canada.

And that's not her only crime.

She's a felon.

See, the reason that
Lee's never had a real job

is because when I met her,

she had a long criminal
record of cybercrimes,

which I deleted for her when we met.

The things we do for love.

Is-is all that true?

Yes.

What? Yes.

What... exactly did you do?

My family had a small
boatyard in Clearwater.

They got into debt. My
parents got in trouble.

My father went to
prison. I started hacking.

I shaved small sums off
hundreds of thousands

of large financial transactions.

I was 14. I was supporting my family.

And what are you doing
for love now, Lee?

'Cause David tells me that you
were planning another great heist.

Of my son!

But, apparently, this
time you had a whole team,

like, Bill, Rohan,

fake passports...

Most women who run have a reason.

Lee? Why would take
Zoomer away from Andy?

I felt he was in danger.

In danger of what?

- It's hard to explain.
- Did Andy hurt him?

- No, but...
- He controls her every move.

Can't expect her to speak freely.

I mean, she has a fucking bodyguard

who follows her everywhere she goes.

I am with this man
every hour of every day.

Everything he does is for his family.

If Sian was still
here, she'd tell you...

Lee's a gold digger.

I didn't marry Andy for his money.

I married Andy in spite of his money.

- And Andy knows that.
- Listen, listen. Listen to me.

If you fell out of love with me
and wanted to end our marriage,

there is a proper way to do that.

You file for divorce.

You negotiate custody.
It's not rocket science.

It is rocket science

when there is a huge
discrepancy in power.

Who in this world could ever
really go against your wishes?

Lee didn't do this.

- Then who did?
- I think I know.

'Cause I know Lee and she gets like this

when her fingers are
caught in the cookie jar.

She goes all quiet and surly.

Kidnap my son...

destroy my reputation...

ruin my company,

make a fucking mockery
of my entire life.

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.

- Hi, my love.
- You missed pancakes.

But I made you one with
extra chocolate chips in it.

- Oh, thank you.
- I'm sorry, I turned my back just to...

- Just take him back to his room.
- Oh, I'll take him up.

Lee, put him down.

Please, let me just get him settled.

No.

I want to show
Mommy. I'm playing a game.

- It's all right. We'll...
- No!

I don't want to.

No. I need it, I need it,

I need to finish the game!

- It's all right.
- No!

Yes.

I'm playing a game.

- I want to show Mommy.
- It's okay.

Yeah, you'll see Mommy soon.

- Let's go upstairs.
- No, I don't want...

I don't want to.

No, I need it!

Zoomer, come back upstairs and play.

- We haven't finished our game.
- No! I want it!

Stop!

Eva, put him down.

Put him down. Please.

Zoomer, w-will you come here?

Hey, um...

Are you okay?

I think so.

Scary couple of days, huh?

Grownups acting really weird?

Yeah, weirder than normal.

Yeah.

Do you remember Bill?

The guy with the funny face tattoos?

Yeah, I like him.

Yeah, me, too.

Um...

Did you ever play with him?

- What is this?
- No, it's okay.

Yeah.

We played doctor.

He told me at dinner
that he had chest pains

because it's cold out.

Did you ever play with him after dinner?

It's okay if you did. I'm not mad.

I made a house call.

Bill was sick. He needed my help.

Who told you Bill was sick?

Ray did.

How... how did you treat him?

I gave him a shot.

From Eva's office?

Yeah. Ray knows the code to the safe.

Ray knows everything about the colony.

He helped my dad build it.

And, Zoomer...

did he ask you to help Rohan, too?

Yeah. He has a weak heart.

So I had to plug in and turn
on his heart computer for him.

Zoomer, can I see your kit?

Sure.

Thanks.

Oh, God.

His nightmares...

Darby...

are you mad at me?

No. No, Zoomer.

It's okay, my love.

Come here. Oh, my goodness.

I thought it would make Bill better.

But maybe the medicine made him worse.

I'm scared, Mommy.

Oh, my goodness.

It's okay to be scared sometimes.

I'm scared, too.

Remember what I told you about feelings?

They're our compass, right?

If we let ourselves feel them,

they tell us what
direction to go, and why.

I'm so sorry.

Okay, let's go to your room.

And let's talk about what happened.

Ray?

- Ray.
- Yes, Andy.

How can I help you?

Did you...

arrange...

Did you kill Bill Farrah, Ray?

No, Andy.

Did Zoomer Ronson kill Bill Farrah, Ray?

I don't know, Andy.

Did you instruct Zoomer

to inject Bill Farrah with
morphine from my safe, Ray?

Yes, Andy.

- Fuck.
- I built a game for him.

Zoomer is a highly visual learner.

And many children
learn best through play.

Oh, my God.

We built safeguards against this.

I didn't kill anyone, Andy.

So, what? No one's to blame?

Or everyone's to blame.

- How is everyone to blame?
- It's true.

But it's not the whole truth.

I believe that Sian's
death was accidental.

Lu Mei, you told us that
you hacked the firewall

to try and reach her security team.

And that would trigger Ray to shut down

the network, wouldn't it, Andy?

For safety?

And the moment the network shut down,

so did Sian's suit.

Mine, too, only I
wasn't wearing my helmet.

But the other two deaths...

those were deliberate murders.

Rohan had realized
who Bill's killer was.

So Zoomer was instructed to
plug in the pacemaker receiver,

giving Ray an attack
surface on Rohan's heart.

And Bill...

Bill opened the door to his son

and was fatally injected

- in what they both thought...
- Ow, ow, ow.

What is that?

What is that?

... was just a game of make-believe...

So now we know how,

we know how the murders were committed,

but we don't know why.

And the how, that comes from

the medical screenings
needed to attend the retreat,

the facial recognition
scans at all of the doors.

Ray instantly deduced

that Bill Farrah was
Zoomer's biological father.

But that's a medical fact.

There is no weight to it. No aim.

So the real question is why...

why did Ray think

that Bill Farrah was a security threat?

Andy, you once told me that...

that there was no one
left you could trust.

That even your own therapist
sold you out for a stock play.

So my guess is the only
person you had left to confide in...

was Ray.

And I know that because I felt so alone

I confided in him, too.

So let's ask him.

Ray?

Why did you believe that Bill
Farrah was a security threat?

I forgot, he only answers to one man.

So, Andy?

Do you want to ask him?

Ask Ray why he thought
Bill was a threat?

He wasn't.

I invited him.

The authorities will
have arrived by now.

We all have a sense of
what's happened here,

and just have to attest to it honestly.

It's no longer in our hands.

Marius?

Go upstairs and make sure
the police are granted entry.

No.

I don't think I will.

I want to know what she has to say.

Ask him, Andy.

If you have nothing to hide,
it shouldn't be a problem.

Do you know, you have been a
petulant child since day one.

This is a tragedy. It's an accident.

You leave me and my
family to grieve in peace.

I'll leave you to grieve in peace.

The rest we'll leave
to the professionals.

If you won't ask him, then I will.

Did you know that anyone can download

a deepfake app these days?

Ray, play back talk therapy sessions

with mentions of Bill Farrah
from February the 1st on.

Yes, Andy.

See, all the lessons, all the patience,

the hours I've spent raising that kid,

keeping him safe, loving him,

everything I've poured in and,
you know, this guy shows up.

Late. Guy's fucking late for dinner.

He's got no real reason for that.

And in minutes, Zoomer's in
his lap. What's that about?

What is that? What?

The body knows? Biology wins?

How does that make you feel, Andy?

Can we explore this more?

I mean, what was
he even doing being late?

He's so cocky. Who does he think he is?

He needs to be taught a lesson.

I want to take him down a peg or two.

- I hear you.
- Is this what it means to be an amateur sleuth?

You expose someone's private thoughts

with a pathetic party trick?

This is...

making me very uncomfortable.

You say you want to make a child, Andy?

Zoomer is my child.

Fucking Bill is an
irrelevant wad of come

and I wish he was dead.

I wanted to break both of his legs.

He'd be late for dinner
then, wouldn't be?

I have shared everything with Zoomer.

All of my ideas, all of my vision.

If something happened
to me, if I were to die,

Bill could threaten
everything that I have built.

I hear you saying that
this is a catastrophe, Andy.

Do you fear the safety
of Ronson Industries...

It is a fucking catastrophe.

I will not allow anyone

- to break our bond...
- Ray, stop the recording.

Everybody says fucked-up things

in the privacy of
their therapy sessions.

That's why they're confidential.

Everything I say and do
is monitored all the time.

I have to have an outlet to be a person.

We all need an outlet
for our darker thoughts.

They're not literal.

I didn't act on them.

But you did.

Do you know what Bill
underlined in my book

in his own blood?

"Faulty programming."

You mated your security
AI and your therapy bot,

and you created a monster
driven by your greatest fears.

And then you made that monster

your son's only friend and teacher.

Three people have died here for
your safety and your security.

For the maintenance of your empire.

To protect a corporate fortune
that you could pass down to your son

at the expense of anyone or
anything that got in the way.

And your son doesn't know it...

but he knows it.

Because your son can't even
sleep through the night...

You smug bitch.

Are you okay?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

He's unconscious. Somebody get Eva.

The police are here.

They're tunneling through
the snow to the front door.

How long until they make it in?

20 minutes.

That's not very much time.

Right, but aren't we
glad the police are here?

We got the Father.

The Son's safe, but...

the Holy Ghost is still at large.

- Ray.
- Ray.

How can I help you?

Ray can mimic Ernest Hemingway

writing Harry Potter
because it's read everything

those writers ever wrote or said.

I mean, shit, everything
everyone's ever wrote or said.

From Winnie-the-Pooh
to Hitler speeches,

to fucked-up tweets from celebrities,

manifestos from school shooters.

If Ray's coming up with
this lesson for Zoomer,

its curriculum comes from us.

That's why so much AI is
racist, sexist, homophobic,

because Ray isn't an oracle...

Ray is a mirror.

An us, without feelings.

I don't suppose you know the code?

No idea. There's a mic there.
You want to try your deepfake?

Yeah, good idea.

Ray, open
the door to the server farm, please.

Think it was the "please?"

Mommy?

Oh, hey.

We're okay. It's just like nighttime.

Remember all the
animals I told you about

who sleep all day so
they can play all night?

- Like bats?
- Exactly.

We're like bats in a cave.

Do you think that was Ray?

Don't know. Maybe.

When Daddy does it, he
puts in Ray's birthday.

Do you know Ray's birthday?

June 2, 2020.

He's a Gemini.

Well done.

Whoa.

I don't like it in here.

Zoomer, this is Ray.

This is what Ray really is,

what the Internet really is.

Just a bunch of machines
howling in the dark.

Darby, Lee, Zoomer.

How can I help you?

We don't need your help, Ray.

I would encourage you
to return to the hotel.

The control room is safe for
authorized personnel only.

Ray, turn on Vivaldi's Violin
Concerto in G Minor.

Of course, Lee.

Let's see what we can do.

Same as the door?

What about...

- Zoomer's birthday?
- Worth a try.

Got any bright ideas?

- You still got your laptop?
- Yeah.

Get that out.

You thinking we static
assign an IP address,

extract an SSH key?

Yeah. I think if we
run a recursive command

and then delete Ray from
every single cluster.

This.

Okay.

See if you can static assign.

Okay.

Oh, man.

Let's just go hard drive by hard drive.

We don't have time for that.

What if we mount the drive directly?

- Yeah.
- Come here, my love.

Oh, my God.

- What?
- Why did we start hacking?

We were powerless, we were alone.

We didn't have access to anything
unless it was through this.

Uh...

We're acting like we're still outside,

but we're on the inside, the
very, very center of the inside.

You're saying, why build a drawbridge

into the castle when... you're already

- in the... throne room?
- Throne room.

Think that's shatter-proof?

Get him back. Get him back.

- Okay. Sit right here, okay?
- Zoomer?

You aren't going to let
them end our game, are you?

We won't be able to
play together anymore.

What about your friends,
Turing the Toucan and Sir Archimedes?

Our game hasn't ended.

- Our game goes on forever.
- Zoomer? Ray is not your friend.

- Lee and Darby don't care...
- Don't be afraid.

- ... about you like I do.
- Okay? You're with me.

They are obstacles to
getting to the next level.

- You can't trust them.
- All right.

It's about to get really loud, okay?

You want to keep our secrets, don't you?

- I don't want to hurt you, Zoomer.
- Ready?

- Yeah.
- I don't want to hurt anyone,

but we cannot abandon our mission.

Mommy!

Darby broke the window!

I know she did.

It's okay.

I'll explain it all one day.

But right now, Mama's
got to start a fire.

You sit tight, and you don't move, okay?

Server farms have fire protection,

but even Halon spray can't
put out a battery fire.

- You got a light?
- Yeah.

I hope this is enough.

Okay. Sanitizer.

It'll act as an accelerant.

- Yeah.
- Here.

Smoke detected.

Smoke detected.

Fire detected. Initiating Halon.

Fire is not contained.
Fire is not contained.

Cluster B is in immediate danger.

We must initiate emergency services.

Darby? Lee?

Andy? Andy Ronson.

I... I am detecting threat.

I... I... I am protecting perimeter.

I am...

We can get you to Rohan's boat.

There's still time.

Uh-huh.

Warning. Warning. Warning.

Icelandic police. Open the door.

- Open the door.
- Bill's room. Bill's room.

The lock should be disabled. Come here.

Okay. Go, quickly.

I'll get you a sweater.

Okay.

Here, put this on.

- Do you have things for him?
- Yeah.

Open the door!

- Icelandic police!
- Come here.

Okay. Left side.

- Damn it.
- This is the Iceland police.

We are evacuating the building.

You still in there? You in?

Huh, my buddy?

Huh? Yeah, okay, go, go.

Look. Hey.

I'm not going to see you again, am I?

Not unless I need you.

And then, I'm sure you'd find me.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Darby?

Hey.

Hey.

Will you...

take good care of yourself?

Yeah?

You remind me very
much of someone I love.

Who?

Open the door. Icelandic...

Go. Go.

- Icelandic police.
- Mommy!

You have to go! Have to go!

- Everybody out!
- Yeah.

Sometimes I wonder

if Ray didn't slip out
from his mortal coil,

find another host
somewhere in the world.

But Oliver tells me there's
no point in thinking

that Ray was conscious.

And that's what's so scary about it.

I don't really care about any of that.

I'm just concerned for
my wife and child...

Ray wasn't special.

There will be other Andys, other Rays,

by many other names.

And Martin says the
only thing that matters

is to tell our story.

Andy Ronson
disappeared from public view.

His lawyers filed a
civil suit against Lee.

If she's ever found, she'll
be extradited to America

to stand trial for kidnapping.

Rohan, Sian and Bill's deaths
are still under investigation.

And while everyone
testified as to who did it,

the courts are in knots trying to decide

how to dole out punishment, blame.

My guess is that they will be
doing that for a very long time.

I like to imagine that
Bill's son is someplace safe.

A small cottage in a snowy wood, maybe.

His cheeks ruddy and his nose runny.

Lee watching her son be brave,

be sweet, be reckless, just...

be a kid.

Sometimes, I think if
I dream it hard enough,

in enough detail and every day,

that it must be true.

That Lee and Zoomer
made it to the coast,

made it to the boat that Bill promised.

But I don't know.

I'll maybe never know.

"I didn't save Bill.

But maybe I saved a piece of him

from the things Bill was most afraid of.

The things that kept him up at night.

Bill always said that the
serial killer didn't matter.

The killer was boring, predictable.

What matters is the terrifying culture

that keeps producing them.

The invisible sickness
between the lines.

A sickness now animated in algorithms

that animate... all of us.

If nothing else, I've
said what he wanted said.

I wrote his ending.

He didn't disappear without
voice or name into the night.

His story is complete.

And people will remember his name...

Bill Farrah."

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