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ANNOUNCER:
In the blink of an eye,
connect to everyone.

Never miss those moments again.

Relive them.

Be there.

Be informed.

Be better.

Dream together.

♪ ♪

Discover together.

The world's knowledge
is yours at a glance.

♪ ♪

Invent a more beautiful world.

Share your world.

Share your life.

Your memories, mundles,

are safe forever.

♪ ♪

MARK:
Just to give you a sense of the
huge international interest,

look at the crowds
gathering online...

(reporter speaking Spanish)

LUCY: From a study date
to a very public "I do."

Can you imagine?

Lawrence and Meredith
Hatfield's second son

is officially married...

AMY:
From London to America,

to around the world,

today's wedding
was watched by all.

EVERETT:
We hear there's been
some anti-Feed rhetoric?

RALPH:
Yeah, but the family
doesn't seem concerned.

MARK:
The crowd, the culture,

the imagery. It was an Anglican
Church of England service

worthy of Royals.

CONNIE:
The most powerful
family in Japan

has now joined the most
powerful family in the world.

DON:
Security is tight. They have
multi-block closures...

(reporter speaking Spanish)

BRITISH REPORTER:
The excitement is electric

here at The British Museum.

(reporter speaking
in foreign language)

MARK:
The museum looks stunning.

(reporter speaking Arabic)

LUCY:
Guests are arriving
for the reception right now.

(reporter speaking
in foreign language)

AMY:
They're in for a treat.

Feed inventor Lawrence Hatfield
and his programmers

coded the whole event.

RALPH:
And images are forthcoming...

MARK:
And as the quickcodes alight...

(reporter speaking
in foreign language)

LUCY:
Can you see this?
Guests' Feeds are just

brimming with Japanese imagery.

(reporter speaking Japanese)

LILY:
Japan has come
to The British Museum.

Cool.

♪ ♪

(guests chattering)

(laughter, applause)

-CHEF: Good to go.
-WOMAN: Thank you, Chef.

Okay, I'll take that.

CHEF:
You're late.
Start prepping the chicken.

Chop, chop.

FEED VOICE:
Chicken legs,

skin removed, shallots peeled.

(voice glitching):
Garlic cloves.

(glitching continues)

(glass clinking)

Touma here once told me

that marriage is like
three years sitting on a rock.

(laughter)

(chuckles) I can see by the
looks on some of your faces

you're as baffled as I was,
but... think of it,

what happens in

those years while
the rock gets warm,

and even if we go through...

♪ I'm a twisted man ♪

♪ Tearing through
your perfect world... ♪

LAWRENCE:
...some things change,
things get better,

provided you've found
the right rock.

Now I've always said the key
to building a good future

is to attract good people,

and when Ben first brought
Miyu home, we...

well, we were delighted.

He has clearly learned
from example.

And I have no doubt

that together they will build

-a very good future.
-Indeed.

We are delighted
that Ben has found

such a complimentary
partner in Miyu.

♪ It's just the side
of you tonight ♪

♪ That makes me... ♪

MEREDITH:
How she has managed to balance

all of this and a full workload

in medical school is beyond me.

It is testament
to her perseverance

and her intellect.

Now she will graduate
with honors

and a new husband.

♪ You make me
stay out all night ♪

♪ It's just the side
of you tonight ♪

♪ That makes me
stay out all night ♪

♪ I'm gonna stay out all night ♪

♪ I would never treat you bad ♪

♪ You deserve the best from me ♪

♪ If you want
to keep your place ♪

♪ You'd better get down
on your knees. ♪

(laughs)

I could teach you some moves
if you want.

What're you dancing to?

If you go on,
I'll play it for you.

Go off and sing it to me.

Like now?

-Yeah. (chuckles)
-Okay.

GUESTS:
Cheers!

LAWRENCE:
To Ben and Miyu.

♪ I will never treat you bad,
you deserve ♪

♪ The best from me
and nah, nah, nah... ♪

No, no, no,
you just made that up.

-You calling me a liar?
-No. Not yet.

We're just starting out.

You American?

(chuckles) Sorry.

(indistinct yelling in distance)

-(electricity buzzing)
-(groaning)

-(high-pitched ringing)
-Oh...

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

-How do you know Ben?
-I don't really.

Evelyn and Ben were at college--
uni, whatever you guys say.

Uni.

Evie, Max, this is...

-Tom.
-Tom.

Tom, yeah, that's my name, yeah.

Evelyn works
with Lawrence Hatfield

on the Feed. She's a programmer.

She loves her job.

I do, seriously.

I don't. Max. Offliner by trade.

Barely. He runs digital detoxes
as an excuse to go camping.

My bosses are holding court,

so excuse me,
but it's lovely to meet you.

You, too.

Gonna get myself another drink.

Nice meeting you, man.

You, too.

-And you are?
-Oh, I'm Kate.

You're not worried you're gonna
piss off the Hatfields?

What are they gonna do?

Take away my Feed?

It's more interesting this way.

(screaming)

(gasping)

Move. Move! Move. Move. Move.

You're okay. You're fine.

-Tom. Don't. Tom.
-TOM: You're fine. You're okay.

WOMAN:
Please, stop.

TOM:
Why are you doing this?
I can help you.

M-My head.

P-Please.

What's wrong with your head?

I-I can't turn him off.

Him? Do you hear someone?
Voices?

WOMAN:
Oh, stop.

Stop, stop, stop.

It's so dark.

Don't want to do it.

I don't want to do it.
I don't...

I don't want to do this.

(screaming)

You all right?

(indistinct chatter)

Name's Sara Hoyt.

We checked her out three times.

The Japanese checked her out.

Well, how did she get
in the building?

-She had the appropriate...
-Where are you taking her?

Hospital.

-Then police.
-Wait, no.

-I-I can talk to her.
-Tom, we can handle it.

If you want to do something
useful, change your shoes.

Are we all right?

He's fine.

Yeah.

Who said women belong
in the kitchen?

(all laugh)

Earth's the insane asylum
for the universe, am I right?

-(all laugh)
-I'm fine.

Really.

Drink up.

♪ ♪

Thanks.

-KATE: Hey.
-Hi.

This wedding
is way more exciting

-than I thought it would be.
-(chuckles): Yeah.

Think she'll be okay?

What?

You think she'll be okay?

I hope so.

Well, nice work.

I just talked.

You grabbed.

-Yeah.
-(chuckles): I mean, you...

-you actually grabbed.
-(exhales)

You a little, uh...?

What?

Little crazy?

(chuckles):
Crazy?

Maybe.

Kind of made me want to do
something else a little crazy.

Got to love the posh.

Even a maiming
can't stop a good pour.

(chuckles)

EVELYN:
Do you think I should tell Kate
he's a Hatfield?

(scoffs) Who? Sneakers?

He's Ben's older brother.

(chuckles)

Hmm.

Let's go slow.

-Who is she?
-Nobody, really.

Sara Hoyt.

Been with the catering crew
for years.

Cleared every security check.

-Could she be a Resister?
-Maybe.

But they're not usually violent.

Resisters hate the Feed,
but they've never tried

to murder anyone.

An attack on Ben,
that's-that's a step up.

It's an attack on my family.

She seems pretty disturbed.

-Get her out of here.
-Okay.

I'll make the arrangements.

We don't need to bother
the police.

And remind the guests.

They signed
a confidentiality agreement.

-If one word of this leaks...
-It won't.

I've got the entire wedding
on lock.

Complete control.
Every picture, every mundle.

If Sara's in anything,
I'll delete it.

(sighs)

(Feed whirs)

Access.

FEED VOICE:
Access denied.

I had the strangest dream.

Like I was floating
above myself.

TOM:
Maybe...

(grunts)

Maybe it's because
your subconscious is split

because you're
literally two people.

Yeah.

And I have two bladders now,

-so I have to pee double.
-(chuckles)

-Good morning.
-(chuckles)

Do you think her little feet run
when mine do?

Not if she's got my flat feet.

(exhales)

BEN:
Third message I've left.

I need to talk to you.
It's urgent.

-Fuck off.
-(toilet flushes)

Ben. Persistent man.

You think you're any different?

Oh, shit.

I forgot I got lunch
with your mom today.

(American accent):
Shit.

-(British accent):
Just trying it out. Yeah.
-Yeah?

It feels good.

Can't believe you asked her,
though.

We just landed
at the perfect distance.

Them over there. Far over there.

Because you're still a Hatfield.

I'll change my name.

Well, they're gonna do the
birth announcement regardless.

At least I can make it
on our terms.

Plus, I'd kind of like

a maternal presence around
when I eject this.

I'm not sure you could classify
my mum as maternal,

but I get it.

I do, I do. I-I get it.
It's just...

However, if she uses the word
"intimacy" even once, I swear...

(laughs): You are cute
when you're so British.

Stereotype.

Shit.

Just be aware of the agenda
behind the agenda.

-I know her.
-Do I look like a pushover?

Because you're the one sleeping
on lavender pillows.

Ah. The things I do for sex.

-You know,
you should be thanking me. Mm.
-Oh, yeah?

-Why's that?
-Well, I'm hanging out with your
mother so you don't have to.

(whispers):
Oh, wow.

-You're amazing.
-Mm.

-You're brilliant.
-(chuckles): Uh-huh.

I love you.

-Hey, hey,
you have a nice night.
-Where is he?

Thank you for the drink, Pa.

(up-tempo music playing)

(sighs)
God, how can you stand it?

It's too still without it.

Off, Danny.

Huh? It's not fair

you can stay on whenever
you want and I can't.

Well, I understand the
fundamentals of self-regulation.

You, you're on Feed-acid.

You're addicted.

-Why do you think
you need it so much?
-Simple.

My dad don't show me
no love at home,

so I get it from strangers.

That is surprisingly astute.

-Eh.
-And thoroughly messed up.

You need to function--
hey, Danny.

-(fingers snap)
-Danny.

You got hit by a car
fucking about, spraying live.

The car got it worse.

You need to think for yourself.

Stop relying on the Feed.

You need to control it.

-Don't let it control you.
-When you gonna teach me

-to shred already?
I mean, that's real.
-Well, maybe when you can focus

for more than two seconds
and won't skate into a bus.

Yeah, shredder. That's me.

Off, Danny.

-Oh...
-Off.

-Completely off, okay?
-All right.

All right.

(music stops)

(stuttering)

Danny.

Danny?

Danny, go on.

(panting)

It happened again, yeah?

(chuckles)

(knocking on door)

Ben.

What are you...?

Y-Yeah, okay.

Come in.

(door closes)

What are you doing here?

Well, you wouldn't return
my calls, so...

-Just-- can you...
-We need your help.

Me? With what?

Ben, just please.

It's confidential, all right?

Between me and the patient?

And if it's legal, yes.

-Are you the patient?
-(scoffs) Please.

Got enough fucking therapy
in marriage counseling.

I liked Miyu.

I was sad that you split.

Ah, well, that makes one of us.

Just go on.
Dad needs to talk to you.

Uh, no.
I'm not on your payroll, Ben.

-I have patients.
-Where?

They're... staggered.

Just go on.

You'll get me
out of your office.

We could have just led with that
when you came in.

Ah, good morning, Tom.

Hi.

What? What's going on?

My friend is in trouble.

Okay.

What can I possibly do
that you can't?

Engage.

It involves his child.

This is Dmitri Garin.

He runs our Moscow hub.

He's quite brilliant,
but he's been missing

since yesterday,
and his wife seems to think

their son has something
to do with it.

So, access their mundles
and... find out.

Yes, yes, of course.

We tried, but Dmitri is off,

and his son has been blocked

since last Tuesday.
I don't know how.

Blocked?
You can't block the Feed.

Exactly.

That's why
I need your expertise,

but this needs
to stay between us.

Well? Don't take your aversion
to me out on this boy.

You're a Feed psychologist.
You can help him--

talk to him,
get him to open up.

He could be
in a great deal of trouble.

He's only 15, Tom.

For the boy.

Right. Thank you.

(lively chatter)

Sorry. Bloody meetings. Mwah.

You look wonderful.

Is-is she very big?

-She's average.
-And you, darling.

-How are you?
-Good.

Some headaches, but good.

Well, do you need anything?

Crib? Nanny? Some money?

(gasps) Let me get you
a night nurse, Kate.

I can't tell you
how much it helps.

No. No money, no nurse.
We're fine.

I'm sorry.
I'm just trying to win you over.

I know you're not thrilled
with us right now.

I just... wish we didn't have
to do an announcement.

But if we don't
disclose her birth,

people will think
we're trying to hide something.

Being a Hatfield puts you
in the public eye.

The press will hound you.

Okay, but we're gonna
do it simply,

like our wedding release.

Thank you.

Believe it or not,
we are trying to do this right.

I know that.

Tom and I aren't
as close as I'd like, but...

I want to be here for you both.

Can I show you something?

Last time you were this excited,

you showed me the prenup.

Oh. Honestly, it's better.
(chuckles)

Go on.

FEED VOICE:
From conception to birth,

sense your baby's every need.

You will create
the ultimate bond be...

No.

Tom's didn't take well.
You know we want to hold off.

I know Tom does, but do you?

Well, I hope
I can take care of my child

without something
telling me how.

It does much more
than that, Kate.

You'll have instant access

to each other's every need.

It will bond you in...

the closest form of intimacy.

Tom said you'd use that word.

He knows me better
than I thought.

Yeah. He also said
you'd have an agenda.

I truly just want
what's best for you.

(trilling)

So, are-are...
are you seeing anyone yet?

Yeah.

Nice.

Have been for some time.

-That's great.
-Her name's "work."

We're in love.

She's always there for me.

Where are we going?

You're going to Moscow.

(beeping)

Anna.

(cries)

Oh, my dear.

Now, it's fine.
Don't worry.

Listen, if anyone can get Anton
to talk, it's Tom.

He has a great affinity
with children.

-He's about to have one
of his own, aren't you?
-(Anna sniffles)

Tom, this is Anna,
Dmitri's wife.

Hello.

-Hi.
-Thank you. Thank you.

Please.

Wait. Y-You're not coming in?

I don't want the boy to feel
like it's an inquisition.

I'll see what I can find
in Dmitri's office.

If Anton says anything,

if you locate Dmitri,
message me.

Anna, if you need anything...

Anton?

-(trilling)
-BEN: Anything?

EVELYN:
Anton's mundles have been
transferred here,

-but we still don't have access.
-Well, if Tom can get the kid

to turn on his Feed,
will we have access then?

I don't know.
We've never been blocked

from someone's Feed before.

Couldn't we just...
scoop it out?

Why don't you try?

Tom's already there.

Then we'll just have to wait.

I can't get in.

Aah!

(trilling)

Anton.

Hey, man.

I'm... Tom.
I'm a psychologist.

You can talk to me.

Mm, we can stay offline.

We can take it slow.

You can trust me.

I'm... f-f-fine.

Go.

Your mum--
she's-she's worried about you.

You hurt yourself.
You-you gouged out your eye?

Can you tell me why?

I don't... remember.

Don't... don't want to.

You're not alone, Anton.

There's a name
for what you're going through--

"dissociative amnesia."

It's where a memory
is unconsciously blocked

due to its association
with a trauma.

Like your father going missing.

Do you want us to find him?

Okay.

Then you need to talk to me.

I can help you remember.

Yeah, memories and thoughts--

they're-they're...
kind of like machines?

You know, wired there
somewhere in the mind.

And the only way you'll be able
to fix a broken machine

is to explore the problem.

And we can start small.

Like...

do you remember
what you did last Friday?

Yeah?

School.

Good. Good.

What about Saturday?

Friends.

Party.

Do you remember
what you did yesterday morning?

Roofing.

How... how do...?

I-I don't know how to say.

Can you show me?

Just that.
Nothing else.

(panting)

(grunts softly)

(panting)

(grunts)

(panting)

FEED VOICE:
Ben Hatfield is

requesting to join this mundle.

(grunts)

(panting)

Do you do this a lot?

For hits.

More hits, more money.

Do you really need the money?

Does anyone?

Does your father know?

Can you tell me
what happened next?

I... I don't know.

I don't want to.

Anton, you're doing really well.

You're clearly very brave.

I need you to stay brave,
for yourself.

For your father.

(Anton speaking Russian)

Well, then I'm off.

I don't want to see them.

ANTON:
Come on, it was only 45 floors.

Only? Anton, you are my son.

If anything happened to you,
two floors is too much.

(horse snorts)

(breath trembling)

(gasps)

ANTON:
Why?!

Why did you make me see that?

I don't want to see that! Why?

Why?! Why?!

(Kate grunts softly)

(sighs) God, these...

(inhales, exhales forcefully)

(water running)

You okay in there?

(exhales)

Ugh, it feels like something's
pounding through my head.

(inhales, exhales forcefully)

(screams, sobs)

(sobbing continues)

(crying):
No, please. Please.

Please turn it off.

It's so dark. Please.

Erase it-- the mundles.
Everything.

I don't want to see it, please.

Turn it off.
Erase my Feed.

Erase my Feed.

(crying):
Please.

Dmitri Garin,
head of the Moscow hub,

and the Feed's largest insider
shareholder, has been murdered.

His son, Anton, has been
arrested for the crime.

Anton Garin claims
to have no memory

of the killing of his father

but his mundles
prove otherwise.

Authorities are not disclosing
a motive yet,

but sources close
to the investigation

are speculating
the risk-taking teen

may have been motivated
by his inheritance.

Others suggest he may have
suffered a mental break,

brought on by Dmitri Garin's
harsh disapproval

of his son's activity.

Did you get any sleep?

Uh... No.

I... I keep seeing
Dmitri's dead face

-every time I close my eyes.
-Delete it.

The mundle, delete it.

It wasn't on.

It's not even saved.

I just... (exhales)

I don't get it, you know.

Anton loved his father.

I saw it.

I felt it.

It just-- It doesn't...

I don't get it.

If you'd heard him
fucking scream, Kate.

He was just as shocked
as we were.

Um, do you think he had
a psychotic break?

Well, something broke.

He-he thought something
was in his head.

He said that?

"Something was in my head"?

What was it?

I... I don't know.

-Can you talk to him again?
-No.

H-His mother had him committed
to avoid prison,

and we can't look inside
his Feed 'cause it's blocked.

But you have that kind
of clearance?

You can look inside someone's
entire Feed?

(sighs)
They can. I can't.

Why?

You need a good shrink?

(chuckles) No.

'Cause I know a guy.

-I do.
-Hmm?

-Yeah, I think you'd like him.
-Right.

Yeah, he's pretty good.

-I'll get you a good deal.
-No.

No. You do not want
to be inside my head.

(sighs)

See you later, honey.

Okay, look. (chuckles)

We both know
you've got my birthday

marked out in your little
head machine, all right?

So, come on.

Honey, I'm so sorry.

Nice try. Come on.

Out with it.
What have we got?

Presents? Attention?

Adoration? Birthday song, maybe?

(laughs) I am not nearly
drunk enough to sing.

Maybe after dinner.

Ah. So there's a dinner.

With Tom and Kate, yes.

Fun. Okay, I'm listening.

-What else?
-But, honey,

you are impossible to buy for.

I don't know the off-Feed shops
like you do.

Maybe you should go off more.

I'd get fired.

Maybe you should go on more.

Eh, what?

Happy birthday.

What...? What does it do?

It can turn me into whatever
you want, really.

Although, if you say Marilyn
Monroe, I will leave you.

(laughs) But I like you
like you, though.

I know.
It's just an enhancement.

Something to play with.

Okay.

-Why don't you, uh, show me?
-Tonight.

-I have to go to work.
-Mm.

Mm.

-♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪
-(chuckles)

-(chuckles)
-Love you.

Something's just... off.

Kate, you're fine.

No, I know, but I'm also not.

That's not much to work with.

I can't put my finger on it.

Look, I'm not seeing any flags.

Your blood pressure's fine.

No, I know.
I know all of that.

I just... I-I keep getting
these headaches.

That's a common side effect
of pregnancy.

Is it wrong that I don't feel
connected to the baby?

I don't feel anything, really.

I mean, I know she's there.

I got the gut to prove it.

I just...

I don't, like, love her yet.

Is that awful?

Am I thinking too much?

That's perfectly normal.

But shouldn't I have...
instincts?

You will.
It takes time.

You have to get to know her.

So I'm fine?

Then... why don't I feel fine?

(Max and Evelyn breathing
heavily)

(exhales, laughs)

-Well?
-Babe, it's your breasts
on crack.

-(laughs)
-Even if I can't
feel them properly,

I can see them, and I...

I couldn't be happier.

Good.

So do you want to go again,
or...?

-Come on, we are late.
-Oh, man.

(groans)

(quiet chatter)

Thank you.

Wow.

-Will you help me?
-Yeah, of course.

There you go.
Is that enough?

-Yeah. All right. No.
-A little more?

-Sure?
-Yeah, I'm not that big.

-WAITER: There we go, ma'am.
-(Tom grunts, chuckles)
-Careful.

-And, sir, that's for you.
-Ah, thanks.

-I've ordered some wine.
-Nice.

-Now you're taunting me.
-I will drink for both of us.

Don't worry about that.

-Yeah. Good. Thank you.
-Ev.

Did my dad tell you
about Moscow?

Maybe. Why?

Just, uh, you know,

Anton and the woman at Ben's
wedding, the troubled one,

they said it was dark,

like something was in there

and they-they couldn't
turn it off.

They did?

They didn't tell you?

MAX:
Well, maybe he didn't notice.

I mean, Ben's wedding
was more than two years ago.

I still remember. Did he?

I'm not playing
this game with you,

where you just ply me
for information

I can't legally divulge.

-So...
-All right. Okay.

Your tune will change

-when you're a bottle deep.
-(Evelyn laughs)

-More?
-When. When. When. When.

-Thank you.
-(all laughing)

Hi, love.

I missed you today.

I've missed you all week.

I don't like going for so long
without you.

Then come home.

It's too quiet there.

What happened in Russia?

Apparently,
it was a bloody mess.

You need a vacation.

-Yeah? What's that?
-(laughs)

One day, we'll go somewhere
together.

Somewhere with drinks
inside coconuts.

-Mm. Maybe.
-(chuckles)

One day.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

It's a piece of wood.

-And...
-(Evelyn laughs)

-A wood whittler?
-Yes.

Yeah. Do you need
a garden gnome or something?

-What is this?
-We thought you'd like it.

Well, you've been keeping up
with him too long, haven't you?

Hey, y-you're always
talking about

making stuff with your hands.

Yeah, mate, a bar
or a workbench,

-(laughing):
not fucking salad tongs.
-(laughs)

Do I look an old white guy?
Matter of fact, here you go.

For your future, sir.

Well, thank you very much.

I will carve myself a pipe
to match my monocle.

(all laughing)

Seriously, though, do you guys
even know me, like, at all?

Evie, show them your present.

-Go on.
-What, here?

-Yes, babe.
-All right.

KATE:
What?

-Wait. Is that a joke? No way.
-Wow.

MAX:
Great gift for a guy

-who doesn't like to be on, eh?
-You love it.

She's right. I do.
I do love it.

-I'm not gonna lie,
I do love it.
-Max. Max.

You're supposed to be
our leader, man.

Resister comrade in arms.

Yeah, but it's like fucking
a whole new person.

Babe, no offense.

-She can be anyone.
-KATE: Hmm.

-Babe, show them.
-Thank you,

but no thank you.
It's just for us.

You want to fuck
a new person, too?

No. Never. Only you.

-Hmm. Smart man.
-Mm-hmm.

-It's just... it's too odd.
-Right.

I mean, really? Is it--
Does it even feel right?

-Right enough. Yeah.
-(laughs) Of all people.

Look, I was gonna deactivate
but she is a temptress.

-I'm only mortal.
-Everyone gives in eventually.

You are addicted.

-So are you.
-(digital warbling)

(Feeds overlapping indistinctly)

-Did your Feeds just go on?
-(glass breaking)

(Feeds continue indistinctly)

I can't turn it off.

All my stuff is running
and-and I can't stop it.

MAX:
Yeah, mine, too.
Evie, can you turn yours off?

EVELYN:
I'm trying,
but I can't get control.

It's locked me out
of every application.

TOM:
Yeah, same.
Kate, how's the baby?

KATE:
I don't know.
Everything is open.

MAN:
Please.

WOMAN:
Tony, please, your heart.

(indistinct shouting)

KATE:
All my stuff is running
and I can't stop it.

MAX:
What is this?

EVELYN:
I don't know,
but I can't get control of it.

-(screaming)
-(crying)

(shouting)

(indistinct shouting)

(screaming)

(squealing)

(indistinct shouting)

(rapid gunfire)

(shouting, baby crying)

(screaming)

-(shrieking)
-(indistinct shouting)

♪ ♪

NEWSWOMAN: People all over
the world lost control

-(news broadcasts overlapping)
-of their Feeds this evening
as the whole system was hacked.

And reports
are already pouring in

of panicked, chaotic incidents

occurring in multiple cities
worldwide.

Car accidents and power outages,
some in hospitals,

have anxiety
at an all-time high.

But resisters to the Feed
are enthused,

using the malfunction
to further their agenda.

Sue Cole,

chief of the International
Crime and Security Agency,

is currently on her way
to an emergency meeting

to discuss the matter.

She has agreed to answer
some brief questions.

Hello, Miss Cole.

Can you tell us anything
about the hack?

We will not be divulging details
until we know more.

And calling on Lawrence Hatfield
for questioning.

What's going on? First there's
a thing at Ben's wedding,

then Anton breaks down,

now you're being hacked--
I just...

We've just seen
a man's pacemaker stop.

He nearly died.
What the fuck is going on?

What happened at the wedding
was unfortunate.

Preview of
the whole damn marriage.

Thank you.
But it was two years ago.

It has nothing to do
with the disturbed child

or what happened tonight.

Every system is
susceptible to viruses.

One got in. We got it out.

-Security is incr...
-But how did a virus get in?

It's supposed to be
impenetrable.

Yes, well, we have
our best people working on that.

I'm working on that.

Yeah. You have an answer
for everything.

You have a question
for everything.

-Was I talking to you?
-Stop it.

I'm not one
of your board members.

We're about to have a baby.

Can you just, please...

tell me we're safe.

Yes, of course.
Everything's under control.

We're also thinking of our
granddaughter, obviously.

No, no, no, no, don't do that.
Don't use her to manipulate me.

-What about the video?
-BEN: It's pretty
straightforward.

We're sheep;
we follow a false god.

People are mental.
It doesn't mean anything.

Then why spray it?

Publicity. Chaos.

It's a typical
Resister calling card.

So you know it's the Resisters?

Who else would it be?

Too many questions.

This isn't the first crisis
we've dealt with.

I know this system better
than anyone in the entire world,

and even I've never seen
anything like this.

Then do what you do best.

Learn from it,

then outsmart it.

GIL: Evelyn's
about to be interviewed.

We should stop this.

MAX (on Feed):
Wow. Huh. Great gift

for a guy who doesn't like
to be on, eh?

EVELYN:
Oh, shut up. You love it.

She's right, I do. I do love
it, I'm not gonna lie.

-KATE: You want to fuck
a new person, too?
-TOM: Nope, never. Only you.

I don't need to see any more.

Mm-hmm.

SUE:
So, how many is that?

GIL:
We've looked
at the mundles of Ana, Mike,

Natalie, Tate, Evelyn.

They're all clear.

Five employees out of 5,000?

LAWRENCE:
Well, they're setting the
algorithms that will find

this virus, so no one touches
a code until they're cleared.

BEN:
Same goes for Tokyo,
Mumbai, Harare,

everywhere, until we
figure out what happened.

LAWRENCE:
If you'd like
to hurry things along,

then you're welcome
to go down to the server pools

with the rest of your agents
and clear more mundles,

I'll walk you out.

Scan former employees, too.

The only way someone hacked in

is because they
were already here.

So find them.

That's not what he told Tom.

No. He told Tom
what he needed to hear.

(pants softly)

Tom?

-Tom.
-Hmm?

Something was there.

What?

Something was in my head.

Wha-What are you talking about?

-You're right,
something's wrong in the Feed.
-Wha-wha...

-what do you mean?
-Something was in there with me.

Hey, hey, maybe...

-maybe it was just a...
-No, I know what I felt.

All right, okay, okay, okay.

You have to look.

-In my head,
you have to look, okay?
-Okay.

I'd be in-in your Feed.

-(sighs)
-Not just in your mundles.

I'd-I'd see everything,
your private channels,

your thoughts,
I'd see everything.

I don't care.
I need to know.

Okay.

TOM:
Okay, I have to talk
to my dad, but... okay.

My waters broke.

First and foremost,
I would like to assure you

that everything
is under control.

As CEO of the Feed,

I take this momentary
interruption very seriously.

We believe the Resisters
are responsible

for the leaked propaganda video,
but rest assured,

the breach was
immediately shut down,

and it will never happen again.

Your safety and well-being are
of the upmost importance to us.

And in appreciation
for your continued support,

we are giving everyone
a free six-month upgrade

to our new backup app, SAVEYOU.

You will no longer need
to buy storage

to keep your chosen mundles.

All moments while you are on,
no matter how small,

will be uploaded and
automatically stored for free.

Thank you and keep safe.

We'll spray it within the hour.

What if the Resisters deny
responsibility for the hack?

They'd be stupid to.

This gives their cause
a PR boost.

People need someone to blame
so they can move on.

Soon they'll forget
it even happened.

MEREDITH:
But we won't.

I've got to go.

Fine.

So... what now?

Well, we start at the start.

That hasn't got us anywhere.

You know, Einstein once said
trying the same thing

-over again...
-Fuck Einstein!

You fail. You try again.

You fail. You try again.
You fail. You try again!

(breathing deeply)

Oh, God!

Oh, God, I can't.
No, I can't.

Yes, you can, love.
Just breathe.

Something's wrong.
I need to be on.

No, no, no.
You can do this, love.

(grunt) You don't know
what this feels like!

-Can we please
just get the epidural?
-KATE: No.

-Please. Please.
-No, no, no, no.
I need to be on for that.

Love, you don't need...

-Tom, please? Please?
-I can't.

You said something was
in your head, Kate.

The two people who have
said that tried to kill someone.

-One did.
-This wasn't my birth plan.

-DOCTOR: Mr. Hatfield,
your mother's here.
-My...

-What are you doing here?
-I came for Kate.

-How did you even know?
-She needs relief, Tom.

-Did you call her?
-KATE: No, no, no.
Shut up, shut up, shut up.

There's another one!
There's another one!

She needs the epidural.

She's not going on!
Can she do it off?

-I'm sorry.
-KATE: Oh, please, please?

All right, love,
all right, love.

-Tom, listen to her.
-Stay out of this.
You weren't invited.

-You're being selfish.
-Get out!

No, no, no, no.
Stay. Stay, please.

Tom, she's right, she's right.
I need to be on.

I need to be on.

-Doctor, go on.
-Okay.

-Kate.
-Yeah?

Look at me.
Concentrate on your breathing.

-Okay.
-Relief is coming.

-Doctor, is she on?
-Okay.

Relief is coming, Kate.
Just breathe.

-Okay.
-Breathe.

-Yeah.
-Good girl.

KATE:
Yeah.

Ah...

(whispering):
You're doing great, Kate.

Breathe.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(faint conversation in distance)

(speaking indistinctly)

(monitor beeping steadily)

What was that?

-Sorry?
-Just...

now, you-you handed something
to my mother just now.

-What was it?
-Oh, it was
the cord blood banking.

-She'd like to pay,
so I gave her the contact.
-At what point...

-Doctor?
-(exhales): Oh.

Now, she got
a perfect Apgar score.

(crying)

-Never had any doubt, Bea.
-KATE: Tom...

DOCTOR: Well,
take it easy, get some rest,

and call me
if you have any concerns.

Okay?

I'm so sorry.
I-I was such a prick.

-No, about your mom.
-No, no, no, no.

You were right.
I get it.

You needed her.

But we don't have to think
about that now. Now...

now we just get to be happy.

(softly):
Okay.

-(Bea fussing)
-Oh. Hello, you.

Oh...

Come on, Bea.

-Shh, shh, shh.
-(crying)

-TOM: Oh...
-(crying quiets)

KATE:
She's here.
Beatrice Murray.

Seven pounds one ounce
of Hatfield progeny.

I'm back to having
only one bladder.

(chuckles):
I feel better already.

Max.

Max!

(chuckles):
Oh, sorry, babe.

I'm just reading
about the Shelby Cobra.

-I miss my dad's driving.
-Kate had the baby.

-Yeah?
-Beatrice Marie.

Sweet!

Ah. Congratulations.

Do you want to make a baby?

Oh, it is
my biological imperative.

(pats bed)
Come on.

Well, you seem to know
what you're doing.

(exhales)
Hardly.

But she's cute.

-(laughs) It helps.
-(fusses)

Oh. Hey, come here.

How's your head?

Fine. Why?

Um, because you were so worried.

About what?

About something being in there.

No, I wasn't.

Kate, you said something
was in your head.

-Why would I even say that?
-(chuckles softly)

You were panicking.

You woke up panicked about it.

I was panicked
because my water broke.

-Shh, shh, shh.
-Those are some good drugs

they've got you on.

I think I remember
my own memory.

Check it.

Check-check your memory.

Check your mundles.

Check yours.

I wasn't on.

(sighs)

No.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

That's absurd.
What did you just see?

I startled awake
when my water broke.

No, no, Kate,
you called out, you woke me.

-Yeah, 'cause I was in labor.
-No, because something

was in your head.

-No.
-(crying)

Oh.

How could that even happen?

I mean...

I was worried

because something
was coming out of me.

Not because something
was going in.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Can I, can I hold her?

Shh, shh.
(kisses)

-(whispers): Hey. Oh.
-(fusses)

Can I hold the baby, Kate?

(fussing)

Kate?

No change?

We've exhausted every avenue--

surgery, electroshock therapy,
medication.

Access to her Feed
is irrevocably blocked,

or damaged by the wound
to her eye.

Maybe it's time we remove it.

It's embedded-- retrieving it
would literally kill her.

MEREDITH:
First and foremost,
I would like to assure you

that everything
is under control.

Your safety and well-being are
of the utmost importance to us.