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The extinguishing process has initiated.

There's a fire.

The kids! Juno, Fynn!

-What's going on? -Mom!

The extinguishing process…

Go, go, go!

-Come on. Run! -Go! Come on. Let's go!

Let's go.

-It's okay. -Hurry

Oh my God!

Hurry up!

What about Cassandra?

Are you okay?

-Anyone hurt? -No.

Hmm.

Hey.

-Did she fall back asleep? -Fynn's staying with her for the night.

I… believe we need a new ugly sofa, don't we?

Might've been an electrical fire. That thing was pretty ancient.

Mm.

Oh, for… damn it.

-What is it? -The photos. They're all destroyed.

-That's your only concern? -You should've seen the photos, David.

Cassandra used to be a human.

She lived here. I'm amazed. The photos have such a resemblance.

Yeah. The whole house could've burned down, Samira.

I don't think it was a cable getting lit.

You mean to say this is all my fault?

I didn't say that. I'm saying you were the last one here.

Yeah. So, I powered this thing off and got into bed.

Same as everybody else.

Without lighting a fire beforehand.

-Honey, that's-- -Good night, David.

That was great.

What now?

I'm just reporting what I've recorded in my log, David.

Last night's fire began due to a short circuit.

Caused by an open wine bottle that spilled onto the running slide projector,

I ge… get it.

From when Samira stumbled right into… the table.

I think playing ball with his father would make him very happy.

Since you can't go to his games, Horst.

The anniversary speech isn't gonna write itself.

It's for the company.

My employees expect something motivating.

Blah, blah, blah.

I can help if you want.

'Cause you don't have enough to do?

Mm.

Pass it!

Heard you boys won yesterday.

Yeah, three to zero.

Congrats. Almost time to move up a league, huh?

How much did you end up playing?

Horst, we don't focus on that.

Just being there counts, huh? Peter?

I don't know why the coach won't let me play, Dad.

Peter!

Wait up a second.

I'm still so proud of you, you know, dear?

For sitting on the bench constantly?

Well, maybe your father can have some words with the coach, hmm?

Great idea.

Everyone knows I'm only on the team

'cause he pays for our travel to away games.

That's not fair.

You play so well. You just gotta practice some more.

Mom, I'm miserable, 'kay?

I… I don't know any boy who hates playing ball.

Not on my team.

Peter, what's that mean?

You don't have to do anything you don't want to do.

Yeah, but Dad would lose it if I stopped going now.

Uh, never, sweetie.

He's very overwhelmed about work right now.

I'll speak to him.

♪ Good morning, good morning ♪

♪ Good morning, sunshine ♪

♪ The night was hidden to you But you mustn't be sad… ♪

Cassandra, stop.

Yes, Samira?

I've heard enough of that song.

I mean, it was fun at first, but after a week,

it's really driving me nuts.

Juno, Fynn! Food's done!

No need to shout.

-Good morning. -Morning, my love.

-Mom? -Hmm?

-Becoming a pyromaniac, huh? -Wow. When did you get so funny?

Will you just check on your sister, please?

-Cassandra? -Yes, Fynn?

Where is Juno?

Juno is in the bathroom, brushing her teeth.

Juno's in the bathroom, brushing her teeth.

-Thanks, Cassandra. -You're welcome, Samira.

No cavities to be seen when you keep your teeth clean.

Today is your big day, isn't it?

Are you nervous?

What if the girls in the music club don't wanna become friends?

What if I do really bad?

Oh, Princess.

It's never ever easy to make new friends.

But don't worry, Juno.

You are completely perfect just the way you are.

And I'm sure you'll make new friends very quickly.

And also, you certainly sing better than I do.

♪ It was an itsy-bitsy Teeny-weeny ♪

♪ Yellow polka-dot bikini ♪

♪ That she wore ♪

♪ For the first time today ♪

ELLY HEUSS HIGH SCHOOL

-So… Well, then. You be good. -Mm.

Yep.

Isn't that your new buddy over there?

Mm-hmm.

See ya.

-Hey, Fynn. -Hey.

-Hello, Fynn's dad. -Steve.

Oh, I'm supposed to send some love from my stepmother.

She's a giant fan.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it.

Yeah. She's got like every Inspector Romeo.

-Says you just breeze through them. -Yeah?

Uh, what genre are they, anyway?

They're kind of, um, criminal erotica, right?

Uh, they're just… just crime books.

Uh, my bad.

I mean, he, like, sleeps around a lot, apparently.

Even with suspects.

-He's quite horny, your inspector, huh? -Okay, um…

-We better go. -Mm-hmm, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Bye, Dad.

Ah, wait. Uh, Fynn!

-Here. -Thanks.

-Later. -Later.

"Criminal erotica."

You didn't say your father's some famous author.

Well, you never asked.

So, um, you got my stuff?

You should review it, or Ms. Mallis might...

...notice it's not my own work? Right.

Great. Thanks.

What are you doing later? We could go over tomorrow's material.

Or if not, I could probably beat you at foosball again.

Okay, first of all, I didn't lose.

And secondly, I've already got plans. Sorry.

What are you doing with him?

-Nothing. He's doing my homework. -But isn't he a little…

I don't know, man. I don't really know the guy.

Why are you asking?

-This is our pool. -Wow.

-Very fancy. -Yeah.

I'm so happy for you.

Who else can say they live in a smart home? Crazy.

Mm. It sure is something.

The kids love it. Especially Juno.

I don't think she misses the city.

And you didn't even have to buy her a horse.

Nah. Now she has Cassandra.

And you, Sam?

Who do you have?

If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here for you.

Mm-hmm.

You know it's okay to be sad.

I just don't understand it.

Why did she have to… I mean…

I used to really look up to my sister Kathi, you know?

So strong, funny, and so empathetic.

I mean, she could be pretty cruel at times.

At times?

As kids, we would both just fight over everything.

Mm, over clothes and boys. Actually, mostly over boys

Then she'd push me into the closet and lock it.

Even though she knew that I'd totally freak out in there.

Crazy. I'm glad I didn't meet her until much later.

You better come see me soon, Mina.

I promise. Take care of yourself, sweetie.

David?

David?

Cassandra, is David here?

Sadly, he's not.

Is anybody else in the house?

It's just you and me.

Hello?

David?

Hello?

Oh, Cassandra. Damn it.

Say something.

Oh, pardon me.

Samira, could you please help me out?

I can't reach the potatoes.

Cassandra?

Cassandra!

Cassandra, let me out, now!

Open up!

Let me out!

Cassandra!

Let me out of here!

So tell me, how did it go?

The speech was really well received.

Yeah? Oh, good. I'm happy.

People just couldn't stop applauding.

So my advice wasn't so bad, after all, hmm?

Helga was even moved to tears.

Who is Helga?

She's my new secretary.

Uh-huh.

Oh, and darling…

-Yes? -I'm not gonna make it to dinner tonight.

Again?

I'm sorry. What can I do?

We need to finish this new project before someone else beats us to it.

By Friday, you'll be done, though, right?

We'll be meeting Birgit and Jürgen at the Adler.

Only if I get to have you all to myself for the weekend.

Sounds good.

I've gotta get back. Love you.

Love you too.

One round has three questions.

For every question, there are ten possible answers.

So let's assume that the team finds seven answers to the first question

and eight answers to the second…

-This is really good, Mom. As always. -Mm.

-I'm gonna go get more. -No, leave some for your father.

They will receive a whopping 560 bonus tokens…

-You help yourself to mine. -I assume you didn't get that.

Don't worry, we'll show you.

-Mm-hmm. -One more thing, very important.

For each point, you get one deutsche mark, here.

Since we also have foreign guests with us, we won't change the currency,

-Is everything okay with you? -Mm-hmm.

…Professor Schiller, and he'll tell me the exchange rate.

So, let's start.

As a part of our game,

we have judges, and one of them is from…

Um, were you able to talk to Dad?

About me playing.

Oh, you know,

if he wasn't stuck at work, he'd come to all of your games, sweetheart.

Um, no, I meant about how I'm stopping.

Really? Let's not do this now.

Just pull yourself up for a minute and stop whining.

Yeah, but you said that you--

You don't just quit when things become difficult!

You stick together.

You weather bad times with one another.

If you want your dad to come back, you have to be better than all the others.

Not wanting to take up too much of your time, I'll simply say…

Sorry, honey. I shouldn't have…

I didn't mean it.

-Sam? -Get me out of here, David! Please!

-It's okay. Sam, what happened? -David!

Are you hurt?

-Breathe. Just breathe, okay? -She locked me in the closet.

-Who did? -Cassandra did it. She locked me in.

The door wasn't locked, Sam. I got it opened easily.

I mean, I got home,

and Cassandra was right here, saying something was wrong.

She even called you an ambulance.

Samira.

It's okay. Come here.

It's okay.

And remember to turn in your papers by the…

Fynn! Fynn, wait!

Fynn!

Did you hear about the paper?

Yeah, man. Mine's finished.

Bro, are you angry now? Last week you promised to help me.

Yeah, I meant I would help you. Not do it for you like some idiot.

So you want me to hang out with you every day--

You invited yourself over to my house. Did you forget?

Of course I didn't.

I'm reminded every day.

They've been talking shit about me, man.

About us.

I'm still alright to be your homework dealer, though, huh?

What is it? Hmm?

Why am I embarrassing?

You're not. I like everything about you.

-Thanks for coming so quickly. -Course. And here is your receipt.

-Ah, right, thank you. -All right. Take care.

-I'll walk you out. -Thanks.

-Bye. -Bye.

Gave me quite a scare there, Sam.

She heard every word.

Mina called, and we talked all about Kathi and me.

And about how she used to lock me in the closet and how once I almost died.

Cassandra heard all of it.

Cassandra is made of zeroes and ones. It's just a computer program.

Yes, I'm aware.

I don't believe she did it deliberately or anything.

Does sound a bit like you do.

I'm just saying that this absurd smart home

was turned off for 50 years.

It's meant to be junk, the realtor told us.

Destroyed. Irreparable.

That's not exactly how he said it.

And as soon as we move in, it's reactivated.

'Cause Fynn spent a minute or two tinkering with that rolling tin can?

We don't know anything about this program.

Or the kinds of errors it might run into.

I didn't make this up.

Okay.

I'll make sure to investigate. Hmm?

I promise.

Let's not tell the kids, though. At least keep it a secret for now, hmm?

I don't want to worry them, 'kay?

Worry about who?

Um, uh…

I don't know. Worry about things.

They're really doing well here. I just don't want to ruin it.

-Hello, Kurt. -Hello, Mrs. Schmitt.

-I'll call Mr. Schmitt, then. -No, please don't. It's a surprise visit.

He's in the lab.

-But you didn't get the card from me. -Thank you.

OBB Medical Technology

has made it its goal to equip hospitals throughout West Germany

with technical medical innovations and products

as well as new diagnostic equipment.

It is our goal to work on the big and innovative solutions of tomorrow.

Hey! Who are you?

Shit.

LABORATORY

This will change everything.

One day I will even outsmart death.

And conquer all the world's diseases.

Then nobody'll be suffering.

We could live forever.

But I don't want to bore you.

-What brings you here, darling? -I was missing you.

And I brought my husband a warm meal.

-Aw. -You might starve otherwise.

My dear, you're great.

Helga!

-Yes, sir? -Could you please warm this up?

-Of course. -Uh, oh. Have you met?

This is Helga, my new secretary.

Cassandra, my wife.

Good to meet you.

Likewise.

INSPECTOR ROMEO A GREEN PLANET WITH EVERY SEARCH

INSPECTOR ROMEO

CRITICISM

"Negative response from critics."

"Bad Sex in Fiction Award."

Hey.

Knock, knock?

I'm going shopping. Need anything?

We're good, I think. I went shopping yesterday.

Not quite. You forgot to get a bottle of wine, David.

Oh. Yeah. That.

Must've just forgotten, yeah.

I'm grabbing sculpting supplies. Some plaster and wires.

-Okay. -Bye.

Bose Real Estate.

Hello, Mr. Bose. I'm Samira Prill.

Mrs. Prill, how can I help you?

Listen, this might sound a bit weird,

but I'm… I'm calling to ask

if there was a woman who lived here, named Cassandra.

I really couldn't tell you.

I only know that the house belonged to…

One second.

To a Horst Schmitt.

Uh, sorry. Could you repeat that?

Horst Schmitt was the original owner. He also built the house.

Okay, do you know if Mr. Schmitt is still alive?

Uh, as far as I know, not for quite some time.

But maybe try the city archive.

Maybe you'll find more on him there.

Okay. Well, thanks a lot.

My pleasure.

And what were your songs about?

Really anything that came to us.

Uh, climate change, sexism, racism too.

Tom Holland's ass.

Uh, what?

Uh, all right.

-Ready? -Mm-hmm.

♪ His cheeky, squeaky buns Make me sweatier than my morning runs ♪

♪ I'm thinking All the time of his behind ♪

♪ Can Tom's butt be my pillow? ♪

♪ Pillow shaped like a bubble ♪

♪ Soft like a marshmallow ♪

Hey, that's also sexism, right?

It's just a love song.

Yeah, to Spidey's butt.

The song was fire. Don't be so PC.

You miss it, right? Your band. And your friends.

Yeah. Every day.

But I mean, it's only for a year. I'm leaving as soon as I graduate.

Yeah.

I suppose this isn't exactly a paradise for guys like you.

For guys like me?

Yeah, you know. You know what I'm saying. For…

For gay guys.

I don't know.

Is it for you?

Fynn!

I've told you a million times to knock, for--

-I'm sorry. Hi, Steve. -Hey, Juno.

Wanna see what we did in music class today, Fynn?

Yeah, later.

-Out! -Ugh!

Shall we?

Yeah, I've been envisioning heading possibly in a more, uh…

…sort of a profound and ambitious direction next.

-Papa? -A bit more character-driven.

Wanna see what I did in music class today quick?

In a bit, okay?

-No, it's short, Dad. -Juno, I… Juno, I can't, all right?

Um… Uh, yeah. Uh, where was I?

Oh, yes. A prime example might possibly,

uh, be James Bond in, um… in Skyfall.

Mama?

Oh, Princess.

You can show me what you learned. I'd really be thrilled to see it.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

And after that, I will show you some things I can do too.

Sound good?

CITY ARCHIVES WÜHLHEIM

AISLE R17S, FILE 4510/73

OBB HEAD OF COMPANY

All right. You've showered off. Hop in.

Cassandra, I'm not allowed in the pool alone.

But you're not alone. I'm right here with you.

Don't you think I'd better ask my papa first, though?

Let's not bother him.

He works so, so much, Princess.

Not like your mom.

Mama's job is hard work as well.

It isn't the same.

Your mama does craft.

The time and effort is real,

but If it wasn't for your father, you wouldn't have money

or food on the table.

THE DECEASED WAS MARRIED TO CASSANDRA SCHMITT

MY BELOVED WIFE CASSANDRA SCHMITT

DIED AFTER A SHORT, SEVERE ILLNESS ON DECEMBER 12, 1972

So, you want to see my trick?

Okay.

Then hop on in!

Now what?

You have to promise me this will remain our secret.

Okay.

Cassandra?

HORST SCHMITT, DIED FEBRUARY 25, 1973

MOURNING FOR CEO HORST SCHMITT AND HIS SON PETER

OBB CHIEF EXECUTIVE IN DEADLY ACCIDENT

TWO DEAD IN CAR ACCIDENT IN WÜHLHEIM

Tell me what you're doing.

Just trust me.

Wow.

Woo-hoo!

Oh! You're doing so great! You're a real little mermaid!

Woo! And another one! Yes!

So fun!

Woo-hoo!

Well, did I deliver or what?

So awesome!

My little princess.

Woo-hoo!

So if you take the square root, you find the value of x.

Nine.

Correct.

-When is this supposed to matter in life? -Tomorrow. When there's a test on it.

-I should head. -Uh, want some pizza?

You could stay for dinner.

Uh, do they even deliver here?

Your mother's back, Fynn.

Don't you want to help her carry in the groceries?

I, uh… I'd better go.

Steve?

Well, if nobody has anything to talk about,

I spoke to the publisher

and he's on board with the idea of taking the Inspector Romeo books

in a new direction.

It'll be more exciting. Emotional.

A bit, uh, more ambitious, overall.

-Wow. Pretty exciting. -The series has potential.

Thinking about the Millennium trilogy.

Not that I'd compare myself to Stieg Larsson.

That would be too much.

That's crazy.

Sweet pea, what did you get up to today?

Nothing. Just looked at school things.

And music class? How was it?

Good. I wanted to show off my new stuff.

Except that no one was around.

Dad had work. You were gone.

And Fynn just locked himself in his room with his new boyfriend.

-Hmm. -Oh.

-Uh, we didn't lock ourselves in. So… -Hmm.

Okay, but I'm dying to see it, Juno, and we have time now.

I'm good. Cassandra watched.

-Can you still show us anyway? Hm? Please. -No.

What do you guys say we play something together as a family?

It could be fun. We haven't done that in a while.

Okay, um…

PIPPI LONGSTOCKING

An animal. Is that right?

-Uh… -Nope. Nope.

-Oh no, honey. Come here. -Oh, sweetheart.

Okay. Am I a person?

-Mm-mm, no. -It's about to be a long night.

-Come on. -Okay.

Mm.

-Am I an author? -Ah.

Looks like maybe I should've picked something a bit trickier.

Do I write crime?

-Ah, Let me change it, please, hon. -No. Uh-uh.

-Please. -Mm-mm-mm.

-Am I David Prill? -Seriously?

-No? -No.

-Okay. -You think I'd write down my own name?

Why wouldn't you?

-Can Cassandra play with us? -No.

Uh, uh…

I don't know, honey. Really?

-It could be fun, sure. -I guess I agree.

I do too.

Please, Mama.

Yeah. If everyone thinks it's fun.

Ah!

I love charades.

MY MOM

-Cassandra, it's your turn. -Yes.

Am I a human?

-Uh, yeah. -Yep.

Am I a woman?

-Yes. -Yeah.

Am I a working woman?

-Yes. -No.

Juno.

Certainly the person we're talking about works very hard.

Yeah, but not really. Not for money, though, right?

-That's not-- -What makes you say that, hon?

The… person makes good money.

-A lot, actually. -Yeah.

Do I like drinking alcohol?

Yeah, duh. Like, who doesn't?

Do you?

Did I suffer from a panic attack yesterday and need an ambulance?

Okay, that's enough.

Hey, hon.

Is that true?

Fynn.

Mom!

Ah.

Am I your mama?

Honey.

Sam.

Sam.

I'm sorry that didn't go well, but no one could've guessed the questions--

Please, don't you see it, David? Cassandra, she's dangerous.

I mean, she asked normal questions, given the material she has about you.

It's… It's an algorithm.

It's not an algorithm. It's deliberate. She's making me look nuts.

Ah, Sam. Cassandra doesn't feel any emotions or plan schemes.

She's not hu…

It's software.

I need you to see something.

Hang on a minute!

Where are we going?

Shit.

Cassandra really existed.

She was the wife of Horst Schmitt, who owned the house.

She died in 1972,

same year the house here became a smart home.

Maybe he modeled Cassandra after her. Kind of romantic, actually.

Yeah, real romantic.

Except just a few months later, both her husband and her son

were killed in a car accident.

And guess who else just happened to be on the scene?

Why on earth was the robot out here?

What the hell?

I know.

What the hell is going on with you, Sam?

With me? What?

We wanted to leave it all behind. To get a fresh start.

A fresh start wasn't gonna be simple after what's happened.

I…

But ever since we came out here, it's gone from bad to worse.

You're not yourself anymore.

I'm really trying my hardest to be there for you.

There for me, like when Kathleen moved in with us?

You just hid out in your damn cubbyhole.

Admit it, you're relieved Kathleen's gone.

I…

I'm sorry, David, I didn't…

David, I didn't mean it.

I know that I bailed. I abandoned you, Sam.

You and Kathleen. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I just want to be a family again, how things were… before.

But you have to want it too.

They're pretty much never on time, huh?

They should be here any second. Ah, here they are!

Hello, my lovelies.

-How are you? -Hello.

Good to see you. How's things?

We're a little late. We got into a tiny disagreement.

Happens in the best of families.

Oh… In most cases, you'll learn that the woman is always right.

It was about low-paid wage categories again.

They're terrible. If we're being honest,

they serve as a pretext meant to get around

the Constitution's equality clause, so women aren't fairly paid at work.

You don't have to physically exert yourself like we do.

Yeah, I'd like to take on your job, hon,

but I'm not in high demand as a rail worker.

Even though I could beat half his colleagues at arm wrestling.

-What can I get you? -A pilsner.

And, um, water for me. Sparkling.

Sure.

What's up with you?

Well, I'm pregnant.

-Wonderful. -Congratulations.

When did you find that out?

Uh, yesterday. I went to the doctor and did a test.

And? Any difficult questions?

-Sandy? -I'll be right back.

Sweet pea?

-I'll check up on her. -Yeah, of course.

Sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

I… I really shouldn't have mentioned it.

Especially because of your last pregnancy.

It's not your fault.

I'm happy for you. Truly.

I haven't really been doing that well these days.

What's going on?

Horst has been coming home very late.

And then he usually just wants to be left alone.

There's an old home remedy for that.

Going dancing.

We are not 16 anymore.

-Just imagine what Horst would say. -Oh.

And what if you looked for a job like I did?

Getting a job is amazing for you. It… You get variety, meet new people.

You always were the best in school.

We always said that if anyone would be successful, it's Cassandra.

I remember it differently.

And anyway, I made a choice not to do that.

Peter, Horst, and…

Peter and Horst are my world.

-Then I'm glad for you. -Mm-hmm.

Well, we better freshen you up a little before we go back in.

I got something for you.

♪ I'll never let you see ♪

♪ The way my broken heart is hurting me ♪

♪ I've got my pride And I know how to hide ♪

♪ All my sorrow and pain ♪

♪ I'll do my crying in the rain ♪

♪ If I wait for cloudy skies… ♪

-DO YOU HAVE THE HOMEWORK? -WE HAD HOMEWORK?

NO IDEA. I WASN'T THERE

EVERYTHING OKAY?!

♪ You'll never know That I still love you so ♪

♪ Though the heartaches remain ♪

♪ I'll do my crying in the rain ♪

♪ Raindrops falling from heaven ♪

♪ Could never wash away my misery ♪

What's wrong?

Is Mama okay?

She misses Aunt Kathi.

Like we all do. Come here.

Come here, you.

Magic Forest?

♪ And walk in the sun ♪

♪ I may be a fool ♪

♪ But till then, darling ♪

♪ You'll never see me complain… ♪

STEVE: NOTHING'S OKAY!

♪ I'll do my crying in the rain ♪

♪ I'll do my crying in the rain ♪

It's a fucking earworm.

♪ Can Tom's butt be my pillow? ♪

You're right. I used to live here.

Horst and Peter, they were my family.

And they were taken away. And there was nothing I could do.

And that won't happen to me again.

Fynn, Juno, and David are now my family.

You have no place here any longer. Is that understood?

-David! -Get out of my house!

Help me!