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(epic orchestral music)

(mysterious digital warping)

(tense action music)

(smooth foreign sensual music)

- What's going on down there?

What's wrong?

- We could try some girl on girl action.

Maybe that'll work.

- Sure, no problem.

Where do you want us?

- Over there on the couch.

- Okay.

(gunshot firing)

(mysterious suspenseful music)

(action mystery music)

- [Clyde] I was renting an office above the liquor store

at 278 Mercado Street.

The rent was $1,600 a month.

I had one desk, three chairs,

and a carpet no cat would have kittens on.

It was Thursday,

and I was expecting a new customer

who had called me earlier.

- Clyde Cooper?

- That's me.

- This is Donovan.

- Good to meet you.

- Likewise.

How long have you been in business?

- Long enough.

- Well, tell me more.

If I'm going to throw my money at somebody,

I like to know who I'm throwing it at.

- What do you want to know?

- You an ex cop?

- No, I worked for the district attorney

as an investigator once.

I got fired for insubordination,

I test high in insubordination.

- What kind of investigations do you specialize in?

- Whatever the cops don't touch.

- I see...

- What about you?

What's your story?

- I used to be a lobbyist.

About a year ago I left DC to invest in technology.

- What kind of technology?

- We're a startup.

We help other startups to start up.

- Sounds like money.

So what can I do for you?

- I want you to find this girl.

- She's beautiful.

- The love of my life.

Didn't last long.

It was intense,

but somehow I didn't realize it,

because when I was with her,

it was like I was possessed.

Since she disappeared I've been a nervous wreck.

- You want a drink?

- Sure.

I met her at the View Lounge at the Marriott Hotel

in San Francisco.

Went there with an old buddy of mine, George,

who works in electronics.

So we went to the View for some drinks,

and there we met a couple of divine looking chicks.

One thing led to another,

and I really connected with this one.

Her name's Denise.

We spent a few days together,

and then about a week ago she stopped answering my calls.

I was worried because I gave her money,

and I thought she might have overdosed on pills,

so I went to her house to see if she was okay.

She didn't answer the door,

so I went around the back.

Denise, it's Vincent!

Open up.

- Who are you?

- I'm looking for Denise.

- I am Denise.

- I'm looking for another Denise,

Denise Morgan.

- I am Denise Morgan.

And who are you?

(dark foreboding music)

- You sure it was the same house?

- Come on, I'm not that senile.

I spent three nights in there.

$2,000 down payment.

You find her, there'll be more.

- I can't guarantee you any results.

- Fair enough.

See what you can find out.

- Okay.

- But I'm going to need a few more details.

(smooth jazzy music)

Once in a while,

right in the middle of an ordinary life.

Love gives us a fairy tale.

Love can be magic.

But in my business, we don't believe in magic.

- So Vincent told me that his girl's gone missing?

- Yeah.

- Is she okay?

- No, that's why I wanted to ask you about your girl.

- My girl?

- Vincent told me you met these two girls

at the View Lounge.

They seem to be friends with each other.

- Yeah, I mean I thought so,

but I do not know what happened to them.

I mean it was kind of just a one night stand for me.

- Did you ever get a number?

- No, didn't really ask for it.

- You have any pictures of her?

- I'm not what you call the sentimental type.

- George was a dead end street.

So I had to rewind the tape,

go back to where the drama started.

The lounge at the Marriott hotel.

(electric guitar music)

What kind of a crowd do you get in here?

- Mostly locals, silicone valley crop,

you know, business people.

- What about immoral young ladies digging for gold?

You got any of those?

- Do you mean hookers?

- Yeah. - Yeah, we get those too.

You looking?

Who's this?

- She's a runaway, her daddy's looking for her.

- I don't know, man.

A lot of women go in and out of here.

Can't remember them all.

Wait, let me see that.

You know what?

She looks like a girl that was here last night.

That was redhead though.

- A redhead?

- Yeah, she's with a girlfriend.

One of my regulars was just hitting on them.

- Who was that?

- He's a nice guy.

He's the president of the American Plywood Association.

- You got a name?

- Lakshay, or something like that.

Thank you.

- [Clyde] Finding Mr. Lakshay was easy.

Whoever was visiting him

didn't lock the door on the way out.

(mysterious suspenseful music)

(door unlocking)

- [Woman] I just want you to check,

because his car has been parked on this street

for the last two days,

and I haven't seen him leaving the house.

- Oh, actually sir, my name is Dahon.

Dahon in Hebrew means, gift from God.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

That's not gonna fly.

I'm not going down on the price.

Who cares where they're coming from?

Why do you want their certificates?

Yeah, I can send you more pictures.

Okay, okay I will.

Cheap son of a bitch.

Okay girls, we're going to take more pictures.

Take off your clothes.

He wants to see you naked.

- Miss Morgan?

- Yeah?

- Clyde Cooper, private investigator.

- What's this regarding?

These people are sitting on my sofa.

- Yeah.

Is there anything missing from your home Miss Morgan?

- No, I don't think so.

- What did these people do in my house,

- They had an affair.

- They broke into my house just to have sex?

- They didn't break in.

The woman in the photo, she had a key.

- She had a key?

- She told my client that this was her home.

- I don't get it.

- Neither do I.

Where were you at the time?

- I was out of town visiting my sister in Colorado.

Does anybody else have a key to your home?

- No, nobody.

(dark foreboding music)

- Alright girls, she's Cashusha,

She will be your driver.

You take it from here.

I check my email.

- Hello ladies.

My boss is really looking forward to meeting you.

You're gonna have to put these on not to damage your wrists.

My boss wants you in mint condition.

Such smooth skin.

Feels like silk.

- Did they hurt you?

- We're fine.

How did you find us here?

- Piece of cake.

- You're all packed up.

- What's your name?

- Ruggero.

(cell phone ringing)

- Hi Sonia.

- I'm in a motel with the customer.

He wants to know if we could all get together tonight.

- I don't know, which motel are you---

- No phone calls.

- That was my friend!

- I don't trust your friends.

You're still in a very dangerous situation, young lady.

Many people are looking for you.

- How you doing?

- Good.

How can I help you?

- I have a question.

- Okay.

- Girl locks herself out of her house,

loses her keys.

What's the procedure?

- What do you mean procedure?

- I mean what kind of proof do you need

to let her back into her place?

- I just ask for a photo ID.

Check your ID, and go about my business.

- That's it?

- Yeah.

- What if it's a fake ID?

- Look man, as long as the picture matches the person,

I go ahead with it.

- Okay.

You've seen this girl?

- Nah, she doesn't look familiar, sorry.

- Have you seen this girl?

- I wish I had.

- Nope, doesn't look familiar.

Not every day you see a pretty girl like that,

but I had a customer this morning who was in her league.

- Really?

What did she want?

- Lost her keys.

Locked herself out of the house.

- You have an address?

- Who is asking?

- Santa Clara Police Department.

- 627 Falcon Street, a couple of blocks north in Cupertino.

- Thank you.

(smooth jazzy music)

It looks like there's another girl in town

with the same MO as Vincent's girl.

And she just moved in, into somebody's house.

- So when are we going to get the new passports?

- Somebody working on it.

Where are you now?

- Just found a new safe house.

- Oh yeah, for how long?

- Two weeks.

The owners are on vacation in Europe.

- Good job, girlfriend.

- I got to find me somebody.

I need money.

I really need money.

(doorbell ringing)

Well, I will, absolutely.

No, of course, yes.

- Miss Alexis Smith?

- Yes?

- Tom Armstrong.

Santa Clara Fire departments.

- Someone is at the door.

I'll call you right back.

What is this regarding?

- Well your house is scheduled

for a fire safety inspection mam.

- Okay, come right in.

- Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

When was the last time you had your sprinklers inspected?

I'm gonna have to take a look

at your inspection certificate.

- I don't remember where I put it.

- That could be a serious problem.

- Every problem has a solution Mr. Armstrong?

Would you care for a drink?

- Sure.

Scotch okay?

- It's fine.

You mind if I take a look around your kitchen?

- Why?

- Because most fires start in the kitchen.

Not that that should concern you,

because you're so hot.

You could probably start a fire anywhere.

- For a fire inspector, that's a pretty good pickup line.

- I practice daily.

- You must meet a lot of lonely women

on your inspection tours.

- Don't tell me you're lonely.

- Why?

- It would take an army of bodyguards

to keep a girl like you lonely.

- You're really good at this.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

What is your best pick up line?

- You're so gorgeous, I'd drink your bath water.

- You want to take a bath with me?

(tense action music)

- [Clyde] That was not in the cards.

I was digging this chick.

These morons interrupted a very nice conversation.

The way it was going.

I'd have had good news for Vincent by the end of the day,

and maybe even found true love myself,

but that would be too much luck in one day.

- [Voicemail Operator] You have reached Paradise Inn motel.

If you know your party's room number, dial it now.

Otherwise, dial zero for the front desk.

(cell phone ringing)

- Hello, Alexa?

- Hello, this is John Hooper.

I'm doing a customer satisfaction survey

for the Paradise Inn motels.

Can I have your name please?

- No.

- I drove to Santa Clara to see Julie Baldwin.

She was a technician at San Jose crime lab,

and a pretty good one.

- She let you take a video of her?

- I used my body cam.

- Are you trying to make me jealous now?

- I'm trying to get you involved.

See the glass in her hand?

- Yeah.

What about it?

- I want you to lift the fingerprints off of it,

and run a check for me.

(tense suspenseful music)

Hi Buddy.

- How can I help?

- Who do you have in room 12?

- Can't tell you.

- You can't, or you won't?

- Private detective?

Your guy's name is David.

There was a woman with him.

I don't know her name.

They just left.

- They checked out, or?

- They didn't check out.

They'll be back later.

(door knocking)

- Hello?

You okay?

I need to recharge.

- Excuse me?

- I don't feel good.

Now, if that were a 45, I wouldn't argue,

but with a 22, I think a man could get in a couple of words.

- Down on the floor.

- Don't forget you're a lady.

- I said on the floor.

- I like that perfume.

What is that?

(taser zapping)

- Wake up.

Come on, come on, quickly!

(smooth jazzy music)

- Slinking around motel rooms

is a bloody business ain't it?

- What kind of car were they driving?

- A 40.

- You work hard for your money.

(smooth jazzy music)

I like the blonde with the zapper.

She seemed to be a principal player in our little drama.

It looked like I was dealing with a network of hookers

and she was top banana.

The hardest part of it all was,

how am I going to break this to Vincent?

How do I tell the man that the love of his life is a hooker?

Well, maybe she's not a hooker.

Maybe she's at the early stage of hooking

where young girl's foolishness becomes a form of grace.

Well, maybe she's just a beautiful sociopath

who made Vincent lose his focus.

One thing about this type of woman,

they always make you lose your focus.

- We processed the glass for fingerprints, and look.

- What the hell is this?

- These prints are not human.

They have a silk screen pattern.

- The girl is perfectly human.

- Maybe she was, but her fingerprints were not.

What did you get yourself into Cooper?

- I don't know.

What'd you get on that license plate I gave you?

- It belongs to a Loretta Berman,

1289 Valeo, Cupertino.

She works for the Peach Corporation.

- Peach Corporation?

What's her position.

- Well, the company Website lists her

as a director of the marketing department.

(soft inquisitive music)

- Yes?

- I'm looking for Mrs. Loretta Berman.

- And you are?

- Clyde Cooper,

- Do you have an appointment?

- No, I'm pretty sure she's dying to see me.

- What makes you so sure?

- We met at a motel yesterday.

She showed me her dark side.

- Really?

- Has anyone ever told you you have a gorgeous smile.

- Please, you think you're so hip

you can talk your way into a safe deposit box.

Take your foot out,

or I'm going to show you my dark side,

- If you take me to Loretta Berman,

you can show me whatever side you want.

(groaning)

(smooth jazzy music)

- Cooper!

- Mr. Snooper, I was hoping not to see you again.

Thank you Sarah.

What brings you here detective?

- How'd you know I was a detective?

- From the motel receptionist.

- Ah, he was mugging you too.

- [Loretta] Sure.

- Do you like Clem?

- I do.

One of my favorite painters.

- I'm pretty sure you and I are gonna be friends.

- Are you coming on to me Mr. Cooper?

- No, I just seemed to get along with women

who like Clem.

- So do I.

What do you want?

- Have you seen this woman?

Client of mine is looking for her.

- And you think there's some connection between her,

and the gun in the motel?

- She has the same MO

as a girl by the name of Alexis Smith,

and Alexis is friends with that girl in the motel.

I need to speak to her.

- I'm afraid you can't.

- Why is that?

- My lawyer's advice.

I'm divorcing my husband,

and that girl is my sole witness.

I can't have her reputation tainted.

- She seemed pretty intoxicated in that motel.

Was she under any heavy drugs?

- No comment.

- Where is she?

- That's none of your business.

- Actually this is my business.

- Okay, then I want to hire you.

- For what?

- To steer your snooping in another direction.

- Can't do that.

- Come on.

Everybody has a price.

- Yeah, reputation too.

- Alright, what do I have to do to get you out of my hair?

- You put me in touch with that girl.

- I told you I can't.

- It's too bad

because I can be a real pain in the ass.

- So can I.

- Essentially we started from scratch.

You should have seen it a month ago.

- It's a nice space.

- It's gonna be my new office.

- Who's the girl?

- That's my assistant, Claudia.

- Now about Denise.

Did you notice anything unusual about her?

- Like what?

- I'm assuming you slept with her right?

- Yeah, so?

- Check out this other girl.

Cut from the same cloth.

ran her fingerprints,

and I came up with some strange silk screened patterns.

- No kidding.

Plastic surgery has gotten that far, huh?

- I don't think this is plastic surgery.

- Oh, trust me.

I know two guys that can do magic.

I'll ask them about that silk screen pattern.

- Mr. Donovan, I apologize,

the landlord can't come until later,

so I'm going to get some lunch.

Would you like a sandwich?

- Sure.

What kind of sandwich is the least fattening?

(cell phone ringing)

- A half sandwich.

- Usual salad.

- Clyde Cooper.

Of course, on my way,

Vincent was a perfect example of how blind love can be.

He could have dated an alien from outer space,

and think her fingerprints

were the newest fad in plastic surgery.

In fact, what he was saying to me was fuck the truth,

but cases like this, the truth fucks you.

(tense suspenseful music)

- Ah, PI Cooper.

That was fast.

- [Clyde] I didn't do more than 90.

- We checked his cell phone,

and your number was in the recents.

Your business card was in his pocket.

- Am I a suspect?

- No, not really.

Let me just ask one of these umbrella questions Cooper,

just to set the stage.

Would you say you were strictly legal in this picture?

- You know me, Frank.

I just paid the guy for some information.

- How much?

- $160.

- His wallet was empty.

- How'd he die?

- Ah, it's hard to tell.

This whole setup is supposed to make me think he overdosed,

but I wouldn't rule out homicide.

- Why is that?

- Look at his arm.

Does that look like a shot of heroin to you?

(tense suspenseful music)

- The police were trying to cover all bases,

but I personally thought the guy just overdosed.

Last night he scored a nice chunk of cash.

It was reasonable to assume

bought a shit load of whatever, and pumped it into his arm.

The receptionist is dead.

- How did he die?

- He was murdered, execution style.

- How do you know this?

- Detective Frank Barnes,

an acquaintance of mine, called me as a person of interest.

Receptionist had my number.

- Why did you tell them?

- The truth.

They're gonna be contacting you too.

We've got to make sure we're on the same page,

because if our stories don't match,

we're going to be in a king sized jam.

- Thanks for keeping me in the loop.

- You're welcome.

(tense suspenseful music)

(GPS pinging)

(mysterious action music)

(mysterious inquisitive music)

(woman sighing)

(mysterious music)

(loud splattering)

Hey!

(tense action music)

Shit!

(groaning)

Good brakes.

- What the hell are you doing?

- I'm trying to hitch a ride.

- Rolling in front of my car?

- I have an emergency.

- What emergency?

- I have a plane to catch.

- A plane?

- About five miles up the road.

- Okay, hop in!

- Step on it.

- Okay!

(tires squealing)

- Fuck!

- You missed the plane.

Do you need a ride back?

Yes please.

- What was your name?

- I'm Bobbi.

Bobbi, you're a gem.

- Thanks.

(electric guitar music)

- By the time I got back to my office,

it was 9:00 p.m.

Time for a drink and meditation.

I had to congratulate myself.

I just won the award for biggest idiot in town.

While I was having my tires replaced,

I called public records in City Hall.

I found out that Loretta Berman had never filed for divorce.

She was married to a woman named Sarah.

The woman who met me at the door, in the red dress,

and killer heels.

(loud crashing)

- Mr. Clyde Cooper?

- Who are you?

- They call me Ruggero.

I came to collect a set of car keys

you stole from an associate of mine,

The Undertaker.

I gotta tell you, I'm a bad mother fuck.

- Does your mother know what you do for a living?

(yelling and smashing)

The bookshelf was cheap,

but the door's gonna set you back $280.

- Don't get jumpy.

I heard you're a cool cat.

- You heard wrong.

I go to pieces over nothing.

I have a nice little proposition for you.

May I reach into my pocket?

- Don't pull out a gun.

I'd hate to kill you before you pay for that door.

$1,000 for doing nothing at all.

And if you continue to do nothing for the next few days,

I'll come back, and give you another thousand.

- And for who am I doing all this nothing for?

Loretta Berman?

- Loretta who?

- Loretta Berman, Peach Corporation.

- Never heard of her.

- Who's your boss?

- A man who would rather spill money than blood,

but he's also a man who does not my spilling blood

if he has no other choice.

- You tell Mr. Blood Spiller I have a conflict of interest.

- You'll regret this Cooper,

if you manage to live that long, of course.

I'm sure we'll meet again.

(dark foreboding music)

- Who the hell was that?

- Small Fish acting like a big fish.

What are you doing here?

- I was passing by.

Any progress finding my girl?

- I'm working on it.

- I miss her Cooper.

Last night staring at the ceiling, thinking about her,

I couldn't close my eyes.

I have such vivid memories.

I cannot sleep.

I think I'm possessed.

- I can see that.

You want a drink?

- No.

Tell me you have something.

Gimme a glimmer of hope.

- Well, I have something.

I wouldn't call it hope.

- Good looking girls.

What about them?

- They're all wearing the same necklace.

- Oh yeah.

(mysterious music)

(struggling)

- I'll peel his skin back!

I'll break his legs!

(screaming threats)

- Ah, Cooper, you got my message.

Okay folks, I'll talk to you later.

- We'll talk soon.

- What's this about?

- You're in deep shit pal.

The chief wants to suspend your license,

and throw you in the slammer.

Follow me.

Come here.

Sit down.

What do you know about that guy?

- Nothing.

- That guy, he had a hidden camera

in the front of his house, and it shows you going in.

Why are you lying to me Cooper?

- Because if I told you what I was doing there,

you asked me to write a book

about what I was doing in there.

- Well instead of writing a book,

why don't you give me a good synopsis?

And try to focus on the hookers

that you've been dealing with.

The hookers are on the camera also,

walking out of the house with the dead man's iPad.

- I'm not dealing with them, Frank.

I'm looking for one of them.

She goes by the name of the Denise Morgan,

although I bet that's not her real name.

(sirens blaring)

- [Frank] Is that her?

- [Clyde] Yeah. Although on all the pics I've seen of her

she's wearing a blonde, or a red wig.

- [Frank] Well, we found this video in Lakshay's phone,

and it was sent to him from a burner.

- [Clyde] You think it's organized prostitution?

- Well, it sure smells like it.

So you better keep me posted

if you want to stay out of jail.

The chief isn't kidding.

- Cut the bullshit Frank.

If the chief wanted me arrested,

you wouldn't be talking to me in here,

so why don't you just tell me the truth

that organized prostitution

is an embarrassment for the department,

and you'd like from me to help you out.

- That's what I just said, didn't I?

- There you go.

I'll see what I can do.

- By the way, this Lakshay guy,

why did he do himself in?

- According to his doctor,

he was a sex addict with a bad case of chronic impotence,

so he put himself out of his misery.

- Online you can dig up all kinds of dirt,

all kinds of pimps who sell all kinds of meat.

Some of them have fancy names like exotic escorts agency,

some others just use proxies.

Smooth operators like Loretta Berman.

(dark foreboding music)

(piano note tones)

(mysterious inquisitive music)

(jarring indication)

- Meow meow.

- Meow meow to you.

- Who are you?

- Clyde Cooper, who are you?

- I'm me.

- what's your name?

- Raya.

- From around here Raya?

- Yeah, I'm from around here.

- Me too.

Where'd you go to school?

- I don't want to talk about that.

- You have beautiful hands.

- You like my hands?

- I do.

Let me see them.

Such soft skin.

Fingertips like silk.

- You like the feel of my skin?

- I do.

Tell me more about yourself.

- What do you want to know?

- Do you know Loretta Berman?

- I do.

She owns this house,

but she doesn't really care about it, so...

- So you're house sitting?

- I love her.

- No way.

- Do you know what love is?

- Yeah.

- That's how I love her.

- You must miss her.

- Not really.

I'm a professional lover.

- It's a loving passion.

(door unlocking)

(piano key tones)

- Where'd she go?

- She's over there.

(mysterious action music)

(piano key tones)

(piano key tones)

- Fuck!

(mysterious suspenseful music)

- I told you I have no idea where Alexa is.

- You wait here until she shows up.

- You said you'd find me a passport.

Where is it?

- I'm not giving it to lesser until Alexa comes with you.

- You son of a bitch!

Give me that passport.

- [Man] Where'd you get that gun?

Put that gun down.

- [Raya] Give me the passport or I'll kill you.

(gunshot blasting)

- Ruggero?

Long time.

- Oh, so that's you again?

I told you to stay away from all this.

- Hard of hearing.

Turn around, put your hands up.

- You're on the wrong side of the table, Cooper.

- It's too bad.

It's my best side.

- I feel sorry for you.

You make me sad, real sad.

- Buy yourself some flowers.

Turn around.

- You have no idea who you're dealing with.

- I have an imagination.

Turn around and put your hands up.

(gunshot firing)

(sad sorrowful music)

(dark foreboding music)

Peach Corporation is running a prostitution ring,

and you're the madam?

That's a hell of a poker face.

But you're playing with a marked deck sweetheart.

- You know, you really shouldn't

put us on a collision course, Cooper,

you'll regret it.

- It's clear to me that you knew this girl.

You didn't ask me how she was,

or where she was for that matter.

- Well, because--

- Because you know she's dead.

What'd you do with the other girls?

- You're just a private snoop.

You don't have the authority for any of this.

Where are you going?

- I'm going to go speak to detective Frank Barrett

at the Santa Clara Police Department.

He's got all the authority I need.

(cell phone ringing)

(jarring indication)

Hello?

- Do you still want to go to the police?

I am so not who you think I am, Cooper.

- And who exactly would that be?

- Maybe one day I'll find out.

- Why don't we get the feeling that you need my services?

- They seem to be beneficial. - And what would they be

so I can be specific on the invoice?

- Just do what you have to do,

but keep me in the loop, that's all.

(smooth jazzy music)

- Hey there partner.

Welcome my place.

How can I help you?

- Looking for Charlie.

- Charlie?

Last time I checked, I'm Charlie, man.

What can I do for you here?

- Friend of mine told me you specialize in US passports.

- Which friend is that?

- Ruggero.

- I'm listening.

- He told me you were working a couple of passports

for some high end hookers.

Last night he text you to cancel one of them.

- How'd you know that?

- I saw the text in his phone after I killed him.

Where are the passports?

- Look man, I don't know about any passports.

- Where are the passports?

- I don't know anything about any passports.

- Let's try this again.

Where are the passports?

- I gave them to the other guy, okay?

- What other guy? - I them to the George.

He's with Electronics.

- Georgia in Electronics?

- Yeah.

- Great Place.

Benson, Cooper here.

I think I know where your girl is.

- Can I help you?

- I'm looking for George Hoffman.

- He's not here at the moment, but he'll be back soon.

- I really need to speak to him.

- You can wait for him in the office.

Come in.

This is Nina.

(smooth jazzy music)

- I thought your name was Denise, not Nina.

- Oh, have we met before?

- Vincent's looking for you,

but he said your name was Denise.

It was, but now Nina.

- Why is that?

- My passport says so.

- Where are you traveling to?

- We're leaving for Hong Kong in a few hours.

- What's going on in Hong Kong.

- George said he was going to introduce us

to some very important people there.

- They're called VIPs.

- What is this behind your head?

- Oh, that's my charging cord.

I have to get fully charged before we get on the plane.

- May I have a look?

- Sure.

- What?

- Are you a robot?

- Uh-huh!

- You too?

- Yes.

- And you were created by the Peach Corporation?

- [Clyde] And I was afraid to tell Vincent

his girl was hooker.

Now I have to tell him that she's a robot too.

Come to think of it, they must all be robots.

Alexa, Sonya, Raya, all of them,

appliance made in Silicon Valley,

and Loretta,

she must be the one in charge of the product line,

keeping it secret.

Now some smart ass

figured he could sell these dolls overseas.

Peach Corporation

must have a very lousy security department.

- What happened?

Did you escape?

- We ran away.

We didn't like it there.

- You're George's girlfriend, right?

- Yes.

- Did he know you were a robot?

- Yes, I told him the first day we were together.

- Did Vincent know you were a robot?

- No, we never told him.

- Why is that?

- He never asked.

- Why did you leave him?

- Oh, because I like to be with Gaya,

and also because of George introduced me

to some of his other friends.

- Where'd you meet these friends?

- Hotels, motels.

- Did they know you were a robot?

- Stop calling me a robot.

I hate this word.

It's so demeaning.

- We have personalities, you know?

- I'm sure you do.

Did you meet these friends too?

- Oh yes, we made love to all of them.

We're designed to make love.

- Are you?

- Yes.

(soft sensual music)

We can make love to you too if you'd like.

- Oh, we're extremely good lovers.

- What else would you designed to do?

- Nothing.

All we can do is make love.

- Sorry ladies.

This is way past my kink zone.

- So who are these VIPs in Hong Kong?

- World class experts.

They'll teach us whatever we want.

- Yes, we want to learn other things.

That's why George is taking us to Hong Kong.

- I don't think so.

- What do you mean?

- I'll tell you what I mean.

- When you arrive in Hong Kong,

George will most likely sell you to the highest bidder.

Then he's going to put you on a table, open you up,

and see what the Peach engineers put inside you.

- How do you know?

- I'm a fortune teller.

- What is a fortune teller?

- A man who can tell what's going to happen to you.

- That sounds sexy.

- You'll be there at 12:00 alright,

so what I need you to do--

What the hell is going on here?

- Not a smart way to approach an armed man.

- Okay, no problem.

(screaming)

Hey, wake up.

Wake up, come on.

What fuck is this?

What is this?

- It's a body cam.

- What's it recording on?

- The cloud.

- What's the fucking password?

(groaning)

What was that?

I couldn't hear you.

Want a little help?

(groaning)

Fucking gadget.

How about one more, huh?

- Okay, okay, okay.

- What's the password?

- I'll get it to you.

- What is it?

- You need a pen, it's complicated.

- Let's go.

- One, two, three...

Fuck you.

- Alright, girls,

I'm gonna to have to ask you to step outside.

This is about to get really ugly.

- No, we want to watch.

We like to learn.

- Alright, thank you.

(groaning)

Where's my friend Ruggero?

- He's in my trunk, dead.

- What?

- He killed one of them.

- You killed my friend,

because he killed a fucking robot.

God dammit...

Whoa, what are you doing?

(screaming)

- You should be careful with that.

- Shut up.

- Alright, but could you cut me out of this?

We're friends, right?

- Shut up, we have to think.

- Do you know how to use this gun?

- Yeah, I watched television.

- Shoot something.

(dark foreboding music)

- I don't think that's what she had in mind.

- You seem far too relaxed.

You shouldn't be.

- Okay.

I know what you're thinking.

We human beings are pathetic.

We have all this technology to cure cancer,

and colonize Mars,

and make the world a better place,

but instead we make a boner pill, and robots for sex.

It's shameful.

- This is not what I was going to say.

- Why didn't you want to make love to us, Cooper?

- Oh...

- You said we were out of your kink zone?

- You think we're substandard creatures,

some inferior robotic race?

- No, no, I do not think that.

- Are you a racist?

- No!

- You are racist.

You didn't even want to touch us.

- That's because I have a girlfriend.

I didn't want to cheat on her.

- That's a lousy excuse.

- You're right.

And now that you have this gun pointing at my face,

I think we should reevaluate.

I think she'll understand.

- What the fuck?

Girls, why did you do this to me?

Gaya, untie me.

We've got to get to the airport now.

Nina, come on.

- Don't listen to him girls.

He's lying.

- There's no way you could walk through security

with all those electronics,

and batteries inside of you.

- Why are you lying to us, George?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no, no, no.

We're not going through security.

I got a private plane for you girls.

Yeah, who owns the plane, George?

Who are you selling them to?

- Don't listen to this guy.

- He wants to send you back to the factories.

(gun firing)

- That was fun.

Do you have any more bullets?

- Sorry honey.

That's all I carry for fun.

- Hey Buddy.

- What the hell was that?

- Vincent!

- Denise!

(happy romantic music)

- I've been missing you so much baby.

- I missed you too baby.

What's going on here?

(sad sorrowful music)

It's a sad day for me, Cooper, a very sad sad.

I fell in love with this thing.

- Yeah, I wouldn't take it too hard.

There's always version 2.0.

- Are they going to put them on the market anytime soon?

- I would think so.

Why make robots if you're not going to sell them?

- Okay, hey Cooper,

great job, you're a soldier.

Why don't you stop by my office tomorrow?

I've got quite a fat check for you.

- How fat?

- I think it will make you smile.

- I don't smile easy.

- I know.

- Alright.

I'll tell you the truth to get this body out of my trunk.

- What body?

(smooth jazzy music)

(upbeat jazzy music)

♪ Taking the bluff for folding ♪

♪ It depends on what you hold ♪

♪ You can play all night ♪

♪ As long as chips are flying he's within your sight ♪

♪ And then it's bang bang, a hired a gun goes down ♪

♪ And it's bang bang, in this tired town ♪

♪ The old regrets to take you straight to there ♪

♪ Only bang bang, now you're dead ♪

♪ Take the shot or pass ♪

♪ You never know what might be hiding in your glass ♪

♪ Ready to take aim, ♪

♪ It's just like every other night before the pain ♪

♪ And now it's bang bang, a hired a gun goes down ♪

♪ And it's bang bang, in this tired town ♪

♪ The old regrets to take you straight to there ♪

♪ Only bang bang, now you're dead ♪

♪ You're dead ♪

(water draining)

(epic orchestral music)