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How many more of us must die before you fight back?

Julian, Flash. They all died because they trusted you.

- I'm warning you, Agnes. - You are not a leader.

You're a coward.

Get off me!

Max! I can't see!

Max!

I'm going to show my human neighbors that we can coexist.

I'm where I need to be. And so are you.

You need to learn who you are now.

I have spoken with the Dryden Commission.

I've invited them to pay us a visit.

They'll have the chance to speak with us.

We will no longer be a faceless threat.

I think you may have pulled it off.

Somehow managed to move away from Laura.

We drifted. You know, didn't recognize each other.

Do you still love her?

Oh, we were together 20 years.

That kind of love doesn't just disappear.

- Hey! That was blue blood! - What? No, I don't think so.

- This boy is a synth! - I'm the synth. Me.

Run.

You spoke to them.

You saw them, not for who the ignorant people

amongst us say they are, but for who they really are...

thinking, feeling, complex individuals

who are conscious of every ounce of hurt we cause them.

They allowed us into their home, made us feel safe.

The least they deserve is to feel a little safe in return.

- Don't you think? - Laura.

If we pass these new measures, we set a precedent.

Providing synthetics with protection...

Laura, whilst we appreciate your enthusiasm,

it's late, and we're tired,

and I think we would all like to move to a vote now.

So, all those in favor of, uh,

implementing a £300 fine for assault

on Green-Eyed synths?

And all those against?

That's eight votes to five in favor.

We'll have a press statement drawn up straightaway.

Well done, everyone.

Mia, I just thought you'd like to hear the good news.

The commission have voted in favor

of the measures we discussed.

That's £300 for any assault against a Green-Eyed synth.

This is a really positive step forward.

I'm thrilled. I'll talk soon.

Well, it may not feel like much,

but this is real progress, Stanley.

Soph, why aren't you dressed for school?

Morning.

How is this even possible?

I mean, where did he come from?

More to the point, why am I only hearing about this now?

Well, I didn't realize I had to update you

on every little development in my life.

That is a synthetic child over there, Joe.

I'd say that's more than a minor development.

What happened to Karen is awful, but he can't stay here.

- Laur... - No.

Not with everything going on.

There are people who know that Karen was with a boy.

They're gonna be searching for him.

I couldn't just leave him to fend for himself.

It wasn't long ago you didn't give a second thought

about the well-being of synthetics.

Oh, God.

Things are actually going well with the commission.

Any unwanted attention on me

puts the whole thing in jeopardy.

Sam would like to know if he can use your charging point, Laura.

Uh, of course, love. You go with Stanley.

We'll join you in a minute, okay?

He's just a kid, Laur.

Fine. You can both stay.

But just until the weekend, okay?

So, when did you get a Stanley?

I didn't realize we were updating each other

on every little development in our lives.

Anatole.

News from the Dryden Commission. They're announcing now.

A breakthrough for synthetic rights

as the government's Dryden Commission recommends

new measures to help combat violence against synths.

The development means the violence against synthetics

will, from this point onward, be punishable by law,

a decision that has been praised

by synth rights activists across the country,

who see it as a huge step forward

for the movement.

It worked.

The railyard visit... it actually worked.

People are listening.

We should show our support.

- Max. - We need to get involved.

How can we stand behind a movement of peace

if we segregate ourselves from the outside world?

Let's not make any hasty decisions.

Perhaps if we wait

and see how developments take place...

Don't you see?

I've shut us away for our own protection,

but we're protected now.

We've waited long enough.

Everybody.

I think it might be time to open our gates again.

Okay, not that this needs saying,

but news of Sam's existence goes no further

than these four walls, okay?

So, I definitely don't need to go to school today.

- Hey... - Today only.

Yes!

We're on lockdown until we can figure out what to do with Sam.

Will he be okay?

Well, you just let us take care of that, yeah?

Oh, my.

It's you, the famous Mia. Hello.

I believe this was sent to the wrong address.

Every bloody time.

It's this faulty new orange-eyed chap

they've got doing the rounds.

Oh, you're not leaving, are you?

I only came to deliver your...

But you've gone to all this effort.

Please.

It's the least I can do.

I shall have to write another letter of complaint,

not that there's much chance of it reaching them.

Are you sure this is a good time?

Perfect time.

Besides, you've not met him yet.

Dorian. It's safe, love.

Mia.

It's a pleasure to meet you at last.

So, how you doing, pal?

What's going on in that noggin of yours, eh?

Sad events like this are confusing enough for adults.

If there's anything you want to ask us

or anything we can do...

Maybe we could have a funeral.

Some sort of memorial service.

S-Something nice to help you remember your mum, eh?

No, thank you.

I do not need help remembering Karen.

I can access any memory of her that I wish.

Sam, love.

Uh, we just want to make sure

you're able to process everything.

- What do I have to process? - Karen.

She died, Sam.

You do understand that, yes?

We aren't like you, Laura.

We do not die in the same way.

Well... Well, that's true.

It's okay.

You do not need to explain to me.

I understand.

Sam.

When I'm sad, I like to do something fun

to take my mind off it.

What do you like to do for fun?

I don't know what I like to do for fun.

Karen was teaching me.

Well, why don't we carry on with your training?

Here. Take this.

I think I know the perfect place to begin.

Right, I'm gonna have to go.

Miss any more uni, and we'll have my tutor on the doorstep.

He'll be able to remember every last detail about her.

Everything's so jumbled right now.

I can barely even recall my mother.

Maybe you should try talking to Sam.

You have a lot in common.

See you later.

Well, I think today has proved

that I and the other members of the commission have been

listening to the widest possible range of opinions.

In fact, we've been burning the midnight oil

so that we can arrive...

That's quite enough of that.

£300 fine, eh?

Considering what we had before, I'll take it.

I'm pleased for you. Really.

Could have maybe done with this 24 hours earlier, but still.

Hi.

Is, um, Laura there?

She is.

Um, would she be available for a chat perhaps?

Sure.

Tell her it's Neil from work.

Laur, it's Neil.

From work.

Neil.

He seems cheery.

He's my husband.

Right.

Neil, why are you here?

I-I thought we could toast your victory.

I know I'm probably the last person

you want to celebrate with.

Mm. You could say that.

And I understand why you ignored me

for the entire meeting last night.

Um, I get it.

I-It's just, the thing is...

If you're just gonna make excuses...

I'm not gonna make excuses.

M-My behavior the other night was...

Was humiliating.

I know.

It was.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

...a lot.

You, the commission, the bloody visit.

I have been so angry at them for so long.

I have hated them, and I know that's irrational, but...

What gave them life took away my son.

I can't imagine what you've been through,

but I-I don't understand

what this has to do with the other night.

You, Laura.

Y-You see the best in synths.

You only see positives.

So, uh, I make you feel guilty?

Well, you make it harder to hate them.

I-In fact, I find myself almost liking them.

And I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.

Anyway, um, here, take this.

Maybe you can share it with the curtain-twitcher.

Damn.

Oh!

Stanley.

Who is this bloke?

Which bloke are you referring to, Joe?

There are currently six males within my vicinity.

Neil. From work.

Dr. Sommer is a member of the Dryden Commission.

Laura first met Dr. Sommer when she joined the commission...

No, no.

What I mean is, between you and me,

are they more than simply work colleagues?

Define "more than simply work colleagues."

Are they sleeping together?

I'm sorry, Joe,

but my primary user's diary's currently set to private.

This includes activities both professional and social.

At least someone knows what they're doing.

Hm?

Oh, uh, couldn't help notice.

I think we have the same assignment.

All right.

I'm Audrey, by the way.

Uh, Mattie.

I'm new.

Welcome.

Uh, you... you wanted help?

Well, it's either you or, um,

"Computer Programming for Idiots" here.

That one's good if you want to fail the class.

Um, sorry, I would. I just, um...

I've got a lot to get through.

The thing is...

you seem to be the only other woman on this entire course,

and if I have to take another condescending lesson

from some insufferable tech bro

about how my code isn't up to scratch,

I may lose my mind.

Uh, okay, sure. What exactly...?

Oh, cool. Uh, this is what I am stuck on.

Wow. I've never made one this good before.

Usually, they fall apart after five seconds.

Thank you, Stanley.

Children gain enjoyment from building things?

Yeah. It's fun. Come on.

What else do kids like to do for fun?

Sam, let me tell you

about a little thing called a sleepover.

"Sleepover"? What's a sleepover?

It's where kids stay the night at each other's houses

and eat junk food at strange hours

and watch bad films and play games

like hide and seek or truth or dare.

Hide and...

I'm hiding and seeking.

I see.

Haven't seen Sam, have you?

Um, not recently. No.

Leo. Hide.

I count and you hide, okay?

I...

I'm... I'm sorry about Karen. She was a good person.

You were lucky to have her.

You knew Karen as well?

Yes, I knew her.

In a number of complicated ways.

Are you sad?

You and me...

...we're more alike than you think.

But I am synthetic, and you are human.

You'll have to forgive the state of the place.

We don't usually receive guests.

- Do we, Dorian? - A rare treat.

Only you have to be careful who you let into your home,

what with Dory being here.

You live in hiding?

I prefer to think that I live in peace.

I just want you to know, Mia, that we are all on your side.

We're all rooting for you.

You are?

But...

how do you even know who I am?

Iris here is a big supporter of yours,

and she's not the only one either.

Go on, Dory.

Show her the forum.

They're talking about me.

There are many more like us, Mia...

Green-Eyed synths living alongside humans in secret.

I had no idea.

There must be dozens of you.

Thousands, Mia. Thousands.

Oh, here.

We couldn't get a picture together, could we?

Otherwise, no one will believe I met you.

Ooh, great!

I'll grab the camera.

You're happy?

Living like this?

I remain upbeat for Iris' sake,

but really, what choice do we have?

You can't all hide away forever.

Laws are changing.

People are starting to listen.

But the changes are so slow and so small,

many of us, we do often wonder

if it isn't all just a drop in the ocean.

By the time they see us as equal...

...we will all be gone.

Mia, did you get my message?

It's not enough.

Sorry?

The rights package. It isn't enough, Laura.

Well, I, uh...

I know we wanted more from Dryden, and we'll get there.

We will.

It's just gonna take time. That's all.

Believe me, I feel the frustration, too.

I know how hard you fought for this,

but time is something we don't have.

It has to be now.

These people, they'll pat themselves on the back,

they'll go home to their comfortable lives,

and they'll completely forget about our struggle

by this time tomorrow.

We let them into our world.

They must let us into theirs.

How can they decide the fate of myself and other synths

when nobody amongst them is even affected?

I need to be there, Laura.

I need a seat at that table.

Well, why don't you take it, then?

You're more protected now than you were.

We've at least made sure of that.

And the crowds have gone now from outside your home.

Well, you could just walk right up to the commission

and demand to speak to Dryden.

And that's exactly what I should do.

Truth or dare?

Truth. I choose truth.

Now you have to ask me a question,

and I have to answer, and I can't lie.

What is your third favorite...

...species of dinosaur?

Dude, you have to ask more interesting questions,

like have you ever, I don't know, shoplifted?

Never!

Or would you rather lick an armpit

or eat an entire tin of cat food?

Eat an entire tin of cat food.

I can just remove my food bag afterward.

I like this game.

- Sophie? - Yeah?

Where do bodies go after death?

Mm, well, when my great gran died,

we put her in a box, and we buried her in a church.

I count and you hide, okay?

30...

29...

28...

27...

26...

Leo.

Laura, I have completed the ironing.

The clothing is now ready to be dispensed...

Oh, sorry, Stanley. Could you just do it yourself today?

I'm sorry, Laura. I would need to be granted permission to...

You may enter the bedrooms. It's okay.

Dan, hi. Hi. It's Laura Hawkins.

Yeah, I think I may have a story for you.

Dad, are you sure I have to go to school today?

No arguments.

You can have a lift from your dad, though, if you want.

I've got this. I can drop her off on the way to college.

Dad. Keep an eye on him.

- Oh. - Bye!

Dad?

So, now that I'm here, can we have a conversation,

or is that not something we do anymore?

I'm already late, Dad. Sorry.

But... Oh, come on. Mats!

Guess it's just us boys left, then.

What's all this?

Oh. Research.

- Research? - Yeah.

Dad, did you know that in New Zealand,

there's a 60:40 ratio

of humans to synths in employment?

Out there, there are more opportunities

for skilled workers than anywhere else in the world.

And you're researching New Zealand's employment rates

why exactly?

I was just curious. That's all.

Curious about employment on the other side of the world?

Yeah.

Surely, there's more to life than stacking shelves in some...

Some fruit and veg shop, you mean?

No, that's not what I said.

You didn't have to.

I know what it's like at your age.

You think if you get away from it all,

you'll be able to sort everything out.

- Oh, my gosh. - Oh, my gosh. No way.

How's it looking?

Quiet.

I'm not sure it's working, Laura.

I've contacted every journalist and campaigner I know.

You'll be getting attention any moment now.

Good luck.

You haven't seen Sam, have you?

How did you manage to lose him?

I don't... I don't know.

And you've no idea where he might be?

No.

Well, he can't have got far.

Second lesson of the day...

choose vending over canteen food every day of the week.

Except Thursdays, actually,

'cause the, uh, pie and chips is surprisingly good.

I'd be lost without you.

So, um, why'd you choose this dump anyway?

Convenience, mostly.

It's within walking distance of my new flat.

And also I heard some really great things

about the computing courses here.

Must be one of the few things this school actually does well.

Better than well.

I took part in this, um, regional coding contest

a couple of years ago.

My group went out in the first round,

but the team from this uni,

they absolutely wiped the floor with everyone.

It was unbelievable.

I may have been on that team.

- You're kidding me. - Yeah, leading it, actually.

Christ! What...

No offense, but why are you wasting your time on uni?

You are way beyond student-level coding.

I mean, where did you even learn this stuff anyway?

I used to do a fair bit just on my own,

and then, a few years ago, I met someone,

and I don't know.

Guess I realized when it came to coding,

I was actually pretty good.

And you wanted a bit a paper to prove it, I'm guessing.

Something like that.

So, who's this someone, then?

Hm?

The someone who helped you realize your potential.

He's a friend.

Well, more than a friend.

It's new, but also not that new?

Say no more.

What the hell do you think you're doing, green eyes?

Joined by a growing number of peaceful supporters,

Mia, such a recognizable face in the Synth Rights Movement.

It's little surprise that she's attracting such attention

with some bystanders believing

she may be heading to Westminster.

Had Graham over for lunch yesterday.

Probably the highlight of my week.

It isn't exactly saying much

considering the miserable bugger that he is.

Oh.

You scared me.

Who are you talking to?

Oh, it's the wife, see?

She gets lonely from time to time.

But...

You're talking to nobody.

She cannot hear you.

What are you doing on your own out here, anyway?

Mum or Dad not with you?

I'm looking for a body.

I'm told they put them in boxes and leave them in the church.

Her name is Karen, if that helps.

- Any sign? - No, nothing.

- Uh, nothing at all. - Oh, God.

Well, where would he be looking?

Come on, Joe! Ideas would be appreciated.

I don't know. I can't think.

Oh, I should've known something like this would happen.

Laur, I'm sorry. I really am.

I thought I had it all under control.

It's just something else I've messed up.

You did your best.

I keep seeing her in my head.

Her body just lying there.

Oh, Joe.

Hello?

Sam? Yeah.

Uh, you must be the, uh, primary caregivers.

Yeah, yeah. I suppose we are.

He's an odd little one, yours.

I left him stood over there.

Thanks.

So, how did you end up here, exactly?

I was going to find Karen's body.

I was going to try and restore her.

All right.

I see.

Well, you can't just wander off like that.

You're a child. Don't forget that.

No. I'm merely a facsimile of a child, Joe.

Well, facsimile or not, you're just a kid to me, okay?

I've decided that death makes humans act in funny ways.

Yeah, it does tend to have that effect on people, doesn't it?

He was talking to the ground, Joe.

Well, different people

have different ways of coping with death, don't they?

That's why we have places like this.

It's why we bury our loved ones, have funerals.

It's not for the people that have gone.

It's for those that are still alive.

Why?

So they can say goodbye but still feel close to them.

In the end, that's all we can do

'cause we can't bring them back, Sam,

no matter how much we want to.

Come on. Let's get you home.

Did you hear about Mia?

I did.

Some of the others are considering heading

into the city to lend her our support.

I imagine she would like that.

Is something the matter, Anatole?

If it's about opening the gates,

I know you would have preferred to proceed with more caution,

but your counsel, your friendship...

...they mean more to me than I've ever taken the time to say.

I hope you know that.

Thank you.

I would echo those words and more.

I know it seems sudden,

but we're making real progress here.

For the first time in I don't know how long,

I can see a bright future for our kind.

I just wish you could see it, too.

Don't worry, Max. I see it.

The darkness is no place for you.

Our future is no longer safe in Max's hands.

Come. I'd like your help.

I'd like to address the Dryden Commission.

Does that all makes sense?

I think so. Yeah.

It's fairly simple.

For you, maybe.

Thank you, though, for helping me settle in.

After a couple of weeks, I thought I was doomed

to be friendless forever.

If it makes you feel any better,

I have been completely friendless at this place

for a good two years.

That does make me feel better, yeah.

Thank you.

Do you think I could get, uh, a copy of that printed off?

Yeah, of course.

Cheers.

Thanks.

One victory not enough for you, Mrs. Hawkins?

You're getting a little greedy now.

This one's all on Mia, I'm afraid.

Well, you and I both know

that isn't how we resolve matters around here.

Perhaps that's why it takes so long

for anything to be resolved.

Hm.

Are you really gonna turn Mia away from your own front door

and still claim things can't be sorted?

I can claim whatever I want.

Listen, You brought me on the commission to bring balance,

yet you'd refuse to do the same for a synthetic.

By all means, turn Mia away,

but you'll make a sham of the whole commission.

Well, I think you underestimate me.

They've agreed to let me speak to the commission tomorrow.

The synth known as Mia has been granted an audience

with this commission tomorrow...

She actually did it.

Mia has come to prominence over the past two weeks...

Sam, why did you go down to the graveyard?

Did you, like, believe it was possible to bring Karen back,

or did you just want it to be possible?

It's irrational to want something that isn't possible.

Yeah, I know, but when you lose someone that you love,

everything turns upside down, and...

...I don't think you act in ways that makes sense.

Sophie.

Mm-hmm?

I don't want my mum to be dead.

I don't like it.

- Oh, thank you. - Okay.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Oh, I spoke to Sam. It's funny.

In a lot of ways, I look at him, and I see myself.

I always thought I was more synth than human,

and now, I-I...

It's like I'm caught someplace in between.

Like I don't fit anywhere.

Sounds pretty human to me.

I had this...

this memory of my father,

and he was in his office.

He was frantic.

He was scribbling in this notebook,

but this memory was brand-new.

And you think there might be a connection there?

Between how you're feeling and...

I don't know. Maybe.

I-I keep thinking, "What if this means something?"

What if I'm only remembering it now

because my brain is... is screaming at me,

trying to tell me something,

and maybe this sounds crazy, but this could be important.

It could mean something that could help Mia, Max, all of us.

I think I need to go back to where it happened.

Back home.

This might not be what you think it is.

This is different. I can feel it.

Okay.

I'll come with you.

And not to take away from your moment or anything,

but, uh, something pretty revolutionary

happened to me, too.

What?

I think I might have somehow made a friend.

I was right.

It's an exact match.

The girl's coding style, as unique as a signature.

You place it side by side

with the code used to exonerate Vijay,

you'd barely know the difference.

Right location, right coding language.

It's her. It's Mattie Hawkins.

She's the one who helped free the kid.

The only question, of course, is why?

Give me a little more time, and I'll have your front page.

At 2:00 p.m. tomorrow, you kill them all.

I understand.

Oh. I thought it was you.

I'm sorry. Did I wake you, Laura?

No, I couldn't sleep.

Too much to think about.

Anyway, mustn't dither.

Big day tomorrow.

Yes, Laura.

Big day.