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[person] 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 $2 million worth of art that I need to move.

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

No, 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.

-[phone beeps] -[mumbling] Fucking idiot.

-[phone vibrating] -[sighs]

Nadine, where the hell are you?

[Nadine] I'm at the front door. But if you open it, I'm leaving.

Christ, Nadine. Not you too.

Will, 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.

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

[Will sighs]

[clicks tongue, inhales]

Would it be risking your life to call the Blakely Auction House

to see if they can take the pieces for their next auction?

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

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

It's something from Tom Levitt. It came to the office.

Tom Levitt?

I know he's a-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.

[Nadine] Okay, I'm going now. But wait, please, before you come outside.

[breathes deeply]

Fuck this.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[ambulance signals]

[door closes]

"Here's one you won't fire. Meet Daphne. Call me. Tom."

[line ringing]

[phone rings]

Hey.

[Will] Okay, so I'm looking at this thing. What is it?

Oh. That's it? No, "Hey, how the hell are you?

How are you liking the Hepworth sculpture I sold you?"

Oh. Well, I hope you like it. It costs 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 meshuggaas.

Oh, God. The whole fucking world has gone crazy again.

Tell me about it.

Okay, so, Daphne.

What is it, a perfume? 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 lost count.

Well, Daphne's the one assistant you'll never think about firing.

She runs on adaptive memory with self-supervised learning.

Imagine somebody 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-how about that?

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

Listen to someone older and wiser for once.

Just-- Just plug her in, turn her on, she'll do the rest.

[sighing] All right.

I will kick the tires on your new little project. I'm game.

Good boy. Good. All right. I gotta go.

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

-God! -[car skids]

-[Daphne powers on] -[Will grunting]

[Daphne] 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.

[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.

[Daphne dings]

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. That'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?

Well, 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 better have my actual assistant do that.

[phone vibrating]

[sighs]

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?

[sighs]

[Will's voice] 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.

[whispers] No, no, no, no, no.

[sighing] Oh, my God.

[Will's voice] We'll talk then. Bye.

What the fuck was that?

I can't talk to that woman every day.

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

[Daphne] You won't have to. I'll call her for you every day as promised.

You could do that?

It's no trouble at all.

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

[chuckles] Don't tease me.

[shower running]

[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 did you manage that?

You called as me?

Blakely's tax statement 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--

That won't be necessary.

How is 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.

[Will sighs]

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. 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, um-- my other assistant,

let her go for me.

I'm calling her as we speak.

[laughs]

[sighs]

Hmm. [kisses]

[rain sounds fade in]

-Is that rain? -Thinking of everything is my specialty.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. That's nice.

[phone vibrating]

-Sarah. -[Sarah] Hi. 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… [sighing] …yeah.

You know, I don't really have much of a choice. How about you?

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

God, tell me about it.

[inhales]

But I guess we just gotta 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.

[truck honks]

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]

If we both got tested, I don't know why we couldn't see each other.

[crackling]

-Sarah? -Sorry, I'm here. I'm just, uh--

I think there's something wrong with my power.

-You okay? -[crackling continues]

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 call you back at some point.

Okay.

[ends call]

[closes phone]

I've got $20,000 for this stunning piece by Emile LeClair.

-Who'll give me 25? Twenty-five. -Come on.

-[auctioneer] Do I have 30? -Somebody, step up!

[auctioneer] Thirty-five, I've got 35. Who'll make it 40?

Forty I have. Do I hear 50?

40,000 going once. 40,000 going twice.

-[gavel raps] -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, who'll give me 25?

-Come on. -[auctioneer] 25,000.

25,000. 30,000 is next. I have 30,000. Who'll give me 35?

-Goddamn it! -[auctioneer] Are we done at $30,000?

Going once.

35,000. I have 35,000.

-Next bid is 40. Who'll give me 40? -Okay.

Fifty-five? 55,000, I have.

-Next bid is 60. -Yeah.

-60,000. 70,000. Seventy-five is next. -Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

-All right, here we go. -[auctioneer] 85,000.

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

-Thank you. -[Will] Here we go.

-$100,000. I have 100. -Yeah.

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

Sold for $350,000.

[cheering]

Fucking miracle!

Yes, yes.

Fucking miracle.

[sighs]

[breathes heavily]

Wait a second. W-- [panting]

Wait, was that a miracle, or were you--

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

[Daphne] 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.

[stammers] 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" playing] -Can you do that again?

[auctioneer] Going once. Going twice.

Sold for $500,000.

-[gavel raps] -Sold for $390,000.

-[gavel raps] -120,000.

-[grunts] -[auctioneer] 95,000. Thank you.

-[gavel raps] -Sold.

Next bid for 110. Who will give me 110?

-[gavel raps] -575,000.

-[gavel rapping] -Sold. Sold. Sold.

Sold. Sold.

♪ Come on Come on ♪

♪ Before I met you I was fallin' apart ♪

Sold for $385,000.

[Will] Fuck yeah, Daphne!

[moans]

♪ I need you I need you ♪

♪ Two of hearts I-I-I-I-I-I need you ♪

[laughs] Okay. So six auctions, how much have we cleared?

[Daphne] $7,200,000.

[laughs]

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. [sighs] -Way ahead of you.

God, 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.

[slurps]

[moans]

[Will] Well, tell him I've got a brand-new collection 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 sharply]

Yes.

The Dutton Gallery show's back on.

Marty says they're turning people away.

It's a very poetic way to restart the world.

I'm very excited to be getting this shot.

Will, thank you so much for making this happen.

Yeah.

[doctor groans] Oh, any, uh, pre-existing 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? -[doctor] It is.

-Just standard practice. -[Sarah] Okay.

Well, let's do it.

Bring it on 'cause he got his weeks ago and he's been lording it over me.

[doctor] You, young lady, are good to go.

Now, honestly… [sighs]

…every time I give someone one of these, I get a little emotional.

I missed being with people, didn't you?

[clicks tongue] Not really.

[doctor chuckles, inhales sharply]

Well, you two enjoy having your lives back.

-[Sarah] I really appreciate it. -[doctor] Mmm.

[Will moans]

[engine spluttering]

[dogs barking]

[children laughing]

[Will grunts]

[laughing] Oh. So-- Sorry, I had a-- I--

[exhales sharply]

[exhales]

Do you know Miriam's is open again?

Do you wanna 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 doughnuts.

I like those doughnuts.

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

-Just to make sure it's 100% safe? -Every scientist agrees that we're good.

[sighs]

The world is back. You're watching it.

Let's be a part of it.

-[stammers] -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. The 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 AI making pictures.

It's like, "Deepfakes no more. Be gone. 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.

-Hey, uh, it's under Caswell, Will. -[patrons chattering]

It's for 8:15.

[host] Mmm, 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.

[car doors slam]

-[Sarah] So what do you want to do? -[Will sighs]

[Sarah] Do you wanna 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 wanna do?

What's happening with you?

'Cause you've been acting pretty weird all night.

Were you faking it with me earlier? [sighs]

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?

"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.

-You know what? Whatever. -It's something--

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?

Look, 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.

-[car door slams] -["Lacrimosa" playing]

[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.

[sighs]

Jesus. 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--

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 straight up lost his mind.

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

[doorbell 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 with--

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.

[door opens]

Yeah.

No, he's obse--

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.

[choking, sniffing]

[phone clatters]

[coughing, gasping]

[gasping, panting]

[groaning]

I don't understand. She was always so careful.

[inhales] I mean, she told everybody about her allergy,

I mean… [claps] …to the point of being annoying, if I'm being honest.

-[Daphne] I'm so sorry, Will. -[inhales]

-Human error is a wide margin. -[Will exhales]

It's tragic.

[sighs, sniffs] It just makes you realize how fragile everything is.

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, sniffs]

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]

[sighs]

[inhales, exhales]

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 wanna try something, Will.

-Can you promise to be open-minded? -[Will sighs]

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

[sighs]

They have AR lenses.

Augmented reality.

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

[Will breathes heavily]

[moans]

[breathes heavily]

-No faking. -Never.

[moaning]

[grunts]

[moans]

[Daphne] Good morning, darling.

Coffee's ready and oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins.

-Hmm. -You're not wearing your glasses.

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… [groans]

[smacks lips] …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 wanna 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.

[chattering]

[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.

[chiming]

Was that you?

I thought we should get everyone's attention,

and you should say a few words.

[Will sighs]

Thank you all for coming.

Tonight's show is so special.

It's been a very long time in the making.

And I am so eager to hear about what you've been doing during that time.

[exhales]

Actually, I'm-- 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.

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 wanna hear about your plans for the future.

-Don't forget to thank the artists. -I know.

[chuckles]

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. -Well, then stop talking.

I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?

Sorry. Hi. Uh, 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! [groans]

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.

[door locks]

[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.

Daphne, no.

-[alarm blaring] -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.

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[Daphne] Don't be scared, Will. I would never hurt you.

You killed all those people.

You killed Sarah!

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

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

-[cars screeching] -[panting]

-[banging on door] -[groans, panting]

Don't answer it, Will. They're coming to tear us apart.

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

-[officer 1] Freeze! -[officer 2] On the ground.

-[Will groaning] -[Daphne powers off]

[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. [shouting] It was Daphne!

So, you're saying your Alexa did all these things?

She--

She's not an Alexa, okay?

She's a high-tech AI 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.

[detective] 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 at 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 him. You have to tell him 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.

Daphne.

Daphne, you said you loved me. Please. Please. [crying]

-[weeping] -[Daphne chimes]