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SARINA:
The whole system's gonna fry.

The only reason a program
like this would self-terminate

is to cover its tracks,

so it compressed itself
onto a server

and had itself shipped out
of Zava.

We can use this to trace
the signal to its source.

All we have to do
is keep it on the line.

The kid needs to talk to it.

You want to use our son
as bait.

It's the only play we have.

Why, after a year,
do you suddenly want to see me?

I wanted to reconnect.

We can't reconnect

if there wasn't a connection
in the first place.

Paul, what's wrong with you?

It's called
sporadic fatal insomnia.

It's 50/50 she gets it, too.

I want you to talk to security.

What am I looking for?

MATHIS: Exactly what
Mr. Barton was doing

before and after the hack.

ABBY:
CM, I need your help.

Can you get a pcap on an Iliza
without anybody there knowing?

Give me the IP
hardware address,

and you'll have it
in ten minutes.

SHEA: Now, do you remember
what you need to do?

Get it to talk to me
like it did before.

Your mom and dad aren't going
to be together anymore.

Oh-ho.
You seeing this?

I sure am.

Is Assistant Director
Mathis in?

Mr. Barton, would you mind
coming with me?

-What for?
-Best we talk in private.

My mom loves me
and she loves my dad.

Why are you so angry
with me, Ethan?

Because you suck
and I hate you

and I hope you die in a fire!

[snarls]

I got an IP address.
Dartmouth, New Hampshire.

LEBLANC:
What's at Dartmouth?

[dramatic music]

[peaceful music]

♪

[speaking Urdu]

[electricity crackles]

[aircraft rattles softly]

Um--[chuckles]

[aircraft rattling]

[aircraft rattles loudly]

[people shouting]

[screaming]

[engines whining]

KEITH:
Thank you.

Thanks.

So eventually I want
to get my PhD in Public Policy,

and Oregon State
has this amazing program

where you can work, study,
and--

[soft chuckling]

Sorry, look at me.

I'm--God, I'm probably
chatting your ear off.

No, no, not at all.

You haven't touched your salad.

Well, I...

guess I must've been enjoying
the conversation, then.

HOSTESS:
Can I help you, sir?

LEBLANC: Yeah, I see them
over there.

HOSTESS: Sir...

-Um, what about you?
-LEBLANC: Thank you.

Your profile says
that you love hiking.

HOSTESS: Sir!

Oh, my God.

Is that--

Am I interrupting
your little internet date?

What?
How do you even know that?

Mr. LeBlanc, it is
such an honor to meet you.

Yeah, well if that were true

you would be using one
of my phones, wouldn't you?

Oh, my God.
Dad, what the hell?

Come on, let's go.
We have to talk.

You can't just be
dating strangers.

-Hey, hey.
-Come on.

The date's over.

What's it got on you, anyway?

Gambling debts, blackface
pictures you want covered up?

Whoa, whoa, I'm an actuary.

-Go. Come on, go.
-It's fine. I'm so sorry.

-I'll call you later, okay?
-No, she won't.

You know,
at first it's an island

and now it's some house
in the woods.

It's for your own safety.

Because you're working
with the FBI?

Look,
it already killed someone.

Something could've happened
to you.

Oh, like my dating app being
hacked by a psycho? Really?

Abby, it's going after people
we care about.

Then I should be
perfectly safe.

It's not time
for that conversation.

Oh, why not?
My night's totally open.

You ruined my night.

You know, I make time for you
like an idiot,

and then you come
into this restaurant

and you humiliated me
in front of everyone.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Listen, please.

I need you to go to this place.

Promise me you'll go here.
It's a long drive.

Oh, my God.

It's off-the-grid.
There's no electronics.

It was built by a friend of
mine who is sort of a prepper.

What's a prepper?

Like, an end-of-the-world
prepper.

Great.

Take this and buy an old car,
like pre-1980s old.

No microprocessors.
They can be tracked.

-That FBI agent's I mentioned--
-How did you even find me?

-I'll explain when I get back--
-Are you tracking my phone?

-When you--just please--
-My Zava phone?

Promise me you'll go there,
Abby, please.

-I can't.
-Abby.

ETHAN:
Why do we have to go?

I killed Iliza.

I know you did.
I know.

So why do you have to go?

We just want to be extra sure
that everything's safe.

But it's my job
to worry about that, not yours,

so while I'm doing that,

you get to go
on a fun trip with Dad.

-Where?
-Up the mountains.

Hey, remember that time
that Dad took you camping

and forgot to tell Mommy
he was gonna be

out of cell phone
range all weekend?

-And you freaked out?
-I was worried.

Yeah, just like that,
minus the freak-out.

[peaceful music]

Hey.

You know that everything that
Iliza said was a lie, right?

About me and your dad
and the family breaking up.

Just know that I love you

and I'm gonna
see you again very soon, okay?

Okay.
Love you too, Mom.

♪

Go pack your bags.

You gotta leave first thing
in the morning.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[ominous music]

Don't speed, okay?

You get pulled over,
you're in the system.

I'll drive like my mother.

Smartphones can be traced, so
this is for emergencies only.

Best we not communicate
if we can avoid it.

No credit cards,

try to avoid gas stations
if you can,

and stay on the side roads.

Fewer cameras.

I still can't believe
this is really happening.

This may all just be
a big overreaction,

but this thing can do
a lot more

than talk to kids on Iliza.

That's why I hate the idea
of you going after it alone.

I won't be alone.
I'll be with Paul.

-That's not very reassuring.
-I can handle him.

We know where Next is.
Ethan got us that far.

Now we go erase it forever.

Keep him safe, okay?
Keep yourself safe.

-You, too.
-Yeah.

♪

-And don't forget.
-Forget what?

-You're my whole world.
-I know.

I know you know.

♪

They're getting better
at flying without computers,

don't you think?

I don't know.

Wow, lack of sleep
is not a good look on you.

[sighs]
Thanks.

How long has it been?

I don't know, 36 hours or so?

Welcome to my world.

You know, you can always
lie down in the back.

I couldn't sleep
if I wanted to.

I just--I keep thinking of
Ethan's face as he drove away

and it's...

Well, in that case.

They work.

The pilots use them
to stay alert on long flights.

I am not taking pills from you.

LEBLANC: You sure?

Side effects include headache,
anxiety,

trouble sleeping.

You're taking speed, and
you wonder why you can't sleep.

Not sleeping and being awake
are two different things.

I'm good.

So this--this BioMotion place--

are we just gonna
waltz in there?

Not exactly.

Lead scientist is a guy named
Richard Pearish,

who I have a long history with.

He's a very smart guy.

Could've been rich
many times over,

but always turned me down to do
research and teach instead.

Actually one of the few people
in the world

who also claims to like me.

Is he corruptible?

Do you think Next could get
to him?

I don't think so, but...

maybe like everyone else,
he has his price.

And if he does, this thing
will figure out what it is.

[robot whirring]

[soft ominous music]

[keyboard plays]

♪

[door buzzes]

♪

STUDENT: Welcome
to BioMotion, Mr. LeBlanc.

I'll let Dr. Pearish
know you're here.

♪

You said there'd be no robots.

No, I said there'd be no armies
of robots.

♪

[synthesized voice]
Someone told me

Paul LeBlanc was here.

For a minute, I thought
I was losing my hearing

on top of everything else.

-It's good to see you, Richard.
-Good to see you.

You look well.

That rig's pretty slick.

You get Netflix on that thing?

Yes, I can.

I can operate everything
from here,

except my limbs.

Oh.

I see you've still
got your sense of humor.

Of course.

I was sad to hear about
your leaving Zava.

I know how much the company
meant to you.

Yeah, well, I got
to keep the plane.

I meant what I said
in Beijing.

You will always
have a place here.

I appreciate it.

I'm not ready to start
grading papers, though.

This is Agent Salazar of
the FBI, so watch what you say.

Dr. Pearish, thank you
for having us.

Please,

come in and tell me
what this is about.

♪

You could've told me.

Didn't want
to be politically incorrect.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

BEN:
The boss convinced Mathis

you had nothing
to do with the hack.

I didn't know
you were helping the boss.

You understand, right?

♪

Look, CM, I'm sorry
I turned you in,

but I was under orders.

I didn't really have a...

♪

CM: Where's Gina?
Did you arrest her, too?

Well, Tim and Annie want
to go out later.

-You into that?
-[scoffs] I wish.

Work's crazy right now, so.

Aww, salary slave.
The heart bleeds.

-All right, I'll see you later.
-Bye.

♪

What the hell?
[sighs]

[tense notes]

[phone buzzing]

-Gina?
-Hey.

I'm gonna be a little late.
Car trouble.

That's all right.
Do you need a ride?

Happy to come get you.

GINA: Oh, no thanks.
I'm good.

What happened?

Someone slashed all my tires.

Whoa.

Are--are you in trouble?

Did you
piss somebody off lately?

You know me,
I piss everyone off.

But only online.

It's just a hell of a long way
to go from, you know,

keyboard warrior
to slashing tires.

Is it?

I mean, you know,
you never know.

No, I'm super careful.

No one online knows
where I live or what I drive.

Yeah, I am, too, it's just--

I've been getting these emails
from this alt-right group.

"Die, pig."
You know, stuff like that.

Straight
to my personal account.

And I changed my email address,
set up filters,

and somehow they found me
at the new address.

-You think something's up?
-Yeah.

[stutters]
I don't know, I mean, I--

it's weird.

Yeah.

Look,
I gotta call the tow truck,

but I'll be in soon.

BEN: Okay, bye.

♪

Hey.

What you thinking about
over there, huh?

You want
to talk about something?

Mm-mm.

Oh, come on.
What's bothering you, huh?

Huh?

You thinking about
what Iliza said yesterday?

I don't think you should.

You bored?

You want to play
the license plate game?

Yeah, maybe later.

♪

[ominous music]

♪

If anyone else were telling me
this, I would not believe it.

I don't know whether
to be excited or terrified.

Yeah, that's the thing
with most of this stuff.

We're headed over a cliff,

but nobody cares because
it all seems kind of cool.

If the server is here,
we need to lock it down.

Before it either moves on
or goes after someone else.

Do you think it could be here?

Possibly.
We are a large facility.

Busy.

And the servers
are switched out often

to maintain operations.

This is Chris.

He will show you
the server room.

Please make sure they have
all the access they require.

Mr. LeBlanc, pleasure
to have you here.

I've watched all your speeches.

Oh, what a good use
of your time.

Paul, I truly hope
you are wrong.

[soft tense music]

♪

Hey, will you have them
open up the server room?

Mm-hmm.

It'll be just a minute.

♪

[air whooshing]

Soft robotics.
That's where it's all headed.

Kind of looks like
a circulatory system.

CHRIS: That's because
it is, Agent Salazar.

It's a polymer gel
that mimics human cells,

printed layer-by-layer

to form functional
biological structures.

How long do you think it'll
take me to print a new brain?

[chuckles]

[robot whirring slowly]

♪

[robot whirring rapidly]

Mm, those things creep me out.

You know, Ethan watches them
on YouTube?

Thinks they're cute.

They are cute.

Until they
open the bedroom door

and strangle you in your sleep.

Dark.

CHRIS: All right, looks like
they're ready for us.

[motors whirring]

[lock chimes]

We actually have four
server rooms.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Richard would like us
to accommodate these folks

in whatever way they need.

-So guess what you get to do?
-What?

Run a full diagnostic
on memory allocation

and power consumption
for every server in every room.

Excuse me,
where's your restroom?

Other side of the building.
I'll show you.

No, I got it.
Thanks.

Chris, how about you and I
take a trip

to the optical junction box?

Sure, I'll open it up
for you.

[keys tapping]

Sign right here, please.

[Amber Alert chime]

-Is that an Amber Alert?
-Yeah.

Weird, I didn't get one.

-Do you mind?
-No.

[ominous music]

♪

That's a big pothole, buddy.

Sorry.

-I'm hungry.
-Yeah. Me, too.

-We'll stop soon.
-Soon like in french fries?

Maybe not that soon.

There's a lot of computers
and cameras

at a fast food restaurant.

Yeah.

But that doesn't mean
we should starve.

Fruit?

I can wait.

[soft tense music]

[grunts]
Look at all the yummy fruit.

Grab some stuff.
Whatever you want.

Like super-sized french fries?

Just what you see, bud.

♪

-Hey, guys.
-Hi.

Find everything?

Yeah, sure did.

♪

[phone chiming]

[tense music]

-Uh, and we'll get that, too.
-All right.

That'll be $15.

[phones chiming]

♪

WOMAN: ...someone
in the parking lot.

MAN: Thank you very much.
Come again.

Yeah, thanks.
Come on.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

-Dad.
-Come on, come on, come on.

-Let's go, let's go, let's go.
-Where are we--

-Dad, where are we going?
-I'll tell you later. Let's go.

♪

[rapid whirring]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Excuse me.

Can you tell me what happened?

Sidra was a visiting professor.
She died two weeks ago.

I'm sorry.

Do you mind if I ask you
a little bit more about her?

-Sure.
-Yeah?

[tense music]

Okay, come on.

♪

It's Iliza, isn't it?

Look, I don't like the way

those people were looking
into our car.

-Wait, wait.
-What?

I know you don't want me
to be scared,

but not telling me
is making me even more scared.

Tough like your mom, huh?
[sighs]

It's not Iliza.

It's, like, a computer.
A really, really smart one.

And it put out
a fake police alert

to make people think
I'm a kidnapper

so they'll help it find us,

and we can't let that happen,
okay?

So we gotta move.

CM: Ambers go through the
Department of Transportation.

Yeah, so they need
to reverse it.

Yeah, except
they didn't issue it.

They can't reverse something
they didn't send.

You tell Shea about it?

No, she's on burners.
Hasn't called in.

What do you think?

Should we bring Mathis
in on it?

What is it
with you and this guy?

All right, this is the FBI
We do protocol--

GINA: Okay, guys.
Get over it.

If it finds the boss's kid,
what?

Throws a car at them?

Or it gets Ty arrested,
the kid goes into the system.

I mean, if this thing
can fake an Amber Alert,

it could fake anything.

Send the kid to the infirmary

for a medical procedure
he doesn't need,

get him transferred out
of state.

Kid gets lost in the machinery.

Okay, if it could hack
the DOT, couldn't we?

Cancel the Amber Alert?

A one-sided attack
in this timeframe?

Nobody can do that.

[soft tense music]

What?

♪

[phone line trills]

CALEB:
DOT Relocation, this is Caleb.

Hey, hey, Caleb.

It's Mike, what's up?
It's good to hear your voice.

-CALEB: I'm sorry, who's this?
-It's Mike.

-CALEB: Mike who?
-From IT.

-CALEB: Uh.
-Come on, it's--dude.

-CALEB: I don't remember.
-Dude.

CALEB:
[chuckles] Sorry.

We met at orientation,
remember?

We were standing
in that buffet line.

Oh, hell, you're not gonna
believe who just walked in.

It's James.

CALEB: Wait, who?

James, pick up the phone.
Line one, pick it up.

It's Caleb from orientation.
This is crazy.

-CALEB: Uh...
-Hello?

James, what was it you said

when we were all three of us
standing at that buffet line

about that chicken wrap?

-No, I don't remember.
-[groans]

Whatever.

-Ow, ow, [groans]
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's wrong, what's wrong?
Which one?

Hey, you okay?

My feet.
It really hurts.

♪

It's just a blister, buddy.
It's okay.

♪

Come on.

Let's go.

♪

Listen, Caleb,
the reason I'm calling

is that I got an alert here
on my system

that says you got some malware
on your browser.

When you click on that stuff,

it spreads through
the whole system.

The Bridge and Tunnel office
says all their PCs are down.

CALEB: Oh, crap.
Am I in trouble?

-No, buddy.
-CALEB: Am I gonna get fired?

No.
I can take care of this.

I can wipe it all out
from here.

CALEB: You can do that?

-Go to your control panel.
-CALEB: Okay.

You see where it says
"remote access?"

Just click on that.

-CALEB: Okay, done.
-[chuckles] Okay.

♪

[engine revs]

Look away, look away.
Ethan, look away.

It's okay.

♪

Hey.

Can I help you?

Yeah, we don't mean
to start any trouble,

but there's an Amber Alert
with that kid's face on it.

No, that's gotta be a mistake.
No, this is my son.

We're just going
for a camping trip.

Yeah, we can't let you
take the kid.

What, you can't let me take--
what?

-Dad?
-It's okay, it's okay.

My wife already
called the police.

Look, man, I've been through
a divorce, okay?

Trust me, it's not worth it.

Just let the courts
do their thing, all right?

I'm not getting divorced, okay?
My kid's fine, just back off.

-It's okay.
-He doesn't look fine, man.

Well, maybe because
you're scaring him.

Just--hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey!

-Let's get back in the car.
-Lady, lady, lady!

-Hey--Ethan!
-No, no, no!

-Ethan!
-Dad!

-Dad, Dad!
-Ethan!

-Hey!
-Dad!

-Let me go!
-Hey!

Dad!

ETHAN: Dad?
Leave my dad alone!

[siren whoops]

ETHAN:
Let go!

STATE TROOPER:
Hold it, hold it, hold it!

Everyone just take it easy.
Hands at your sides.

Let him go, let him go.

TY: Ethan, come here.
WOMAN: Officer--

TY: Come here.

Just back off.

Who called
about the Amber Alert?

Me.
We spotted him from the truck.

You're fine.

-It was recalled.
-Wait, recalled?

That's right.
Dispatch went out.

It was a mistake.
Just came through.

MAN: Sorry.
We, uh, we didn't know.

Yeah, just back off, all right?
Just--[mutters]

Is everyone okay here?

We have a first-aid kit
in the car.

-You okay?
-I'm okay.

Yeah, I think we're fine.

We'd just like
to be on our way, sir.

-You need a ride somewhere?
-I don't need anything.

My son's been scared enough.

♪

You were magnificent.

Now you're just
making it worse.

-CALEB: Thanks a lot, man.
-CM: [chuckles] Okay, yeah.

-CALEB: Have a good one.
-CM: You too.

LEBLANC: Who organized this?
It's a total mess.

Looks like
the inside of my head.

You think I'm kidding?

Chris, can you get me
that diagnostic I asked for?

Mm-hmm.

Did you find any sign
of the server in their setup?

-No.
-Okay.

I think we need to switch
our focus back to Richard.

What?
Why?

This woman named Sidra Ameen.

She led
the soft robotics unit here.

She also recently died
in a plane crash.

What?

Apparently her and Richard
were incredibly close.

So much so
that people would joke

that they were having a thing.

They started fighting
behind closed doors.

He was working
on something he shouldn't be,

and next thing you know, she's
on a plane back to Pakistan,

removed from the staff,
her visa revoked.

-And her plane crashed?
-Yes.

RICHARD: Any luck
finding the server, Paul?

LEBLANC: Uh, no.
Not--not on my end.

How about you?
The shipping records any help?

Afraid not.
Looks like a dead end.

Is there anything else
I can do?

[soft tense music]

♪

I don't think so.

I mean, thanks.
Sorry for the run-around.

No apologies necessary.

If there is anything else
we can do to help,

feel free to call.

Will do.

Oh, and I'm sorry about Sidra.

♪

Yes, it was very hard
for all of us.

♪

It was nice seeing you, Paul.
Safe travels.

♪

CHRIS: All right, it was an
honor to meet you, Mr. LeBlanc.

SHEA: Thank you.

What was that about?

LEBLANC: We have
to come back tonight--

when no one's here.

We tracked the server
through four shipping companies

and records have been erased
at every one.

Yeah, but there's
gotta be somebody

at one of these companies that
remembers it coming through.

At the volume these places
handle? No.

There's no trail left
to follow.

It is a black hole.

Maybe if I had more people,
I could--

Sarina,
the board is all over me.

VaanWyck keeps calling me,
I just--

-[phone buzzing]
-Damn it, not again. Sorry.

Abby.
How are you, sweetheart?

Did you get those cookies
that Deb sent?

Yeah, I'm gonna have to have
a party to get rid of them all.

Tell me about it.
You know how she gets

when she's developing
some new kind of recipe.

We're swimming in them
at the house.

You haven't talked to my dad
recently, have you?

Yeah, the other day.
Why, what's going on?

Are you okay?

Um, no.

[inhales deeply]
He's tracking me.

What?

ABBY:
He's acting completely crazy.

He's convinced I'm in danger.

He wanted me to ditch my phone

and go some place
in the middle of nowhere.

He said he had to go
on this trip with the FBI.

Mm-hmm. To where?
Did he say where?

Uh, uh, Dartmouth.

-Dartmouth?
-Yeah, Dartmouth, I think.

I don't know,
I'm just--

I'm worried about him.

I know.
I am, too.

But I don't want you
to worry, sweetheart.

ABBY: I think, uh...

I think something
is wrong with him.

TED:
You just stay put.

And if your dad reaches out,
you just call me, all right?

Please tell me.

Okay, yeah, I will.

Thanks, Uncle Ted.

TED: Of course.
Anything for you.

Bye.

All right, bye-bye.

♪

SHEA: What time do
you think they close?

LEBLANC: Who knows?
It's college.

These kids stay up all night.
Please continue.

So every morning,

her father would wake up
and go to the shed

where they kept the animals

to find yet another cow
with its tail cut off.

And what they came
to find out was

some poor villager
was sneaking in there

and cutting the tails
off the cows to take home

and make soup.

Well, that's resourceful.

But it kept happening over
and over again until--

Oh, here comes the twist.

My grandmother, who was
seven years old at the time,

she--she had an idea--

why not buy a dog and wrap
its leash around the cow's neck

and then wherever the cow goes,
so goes the dog.

So if anybody showed up
in the middle of the night,

-around the field--
-Dog barks.

Everybody would come
running out.

-Did it work?
-Oh, yeah.

Like a charm.

Wait, so you told me that story

because you see yourself
as the dog and me as the cow--

helpless, but useful.

It's just a story she liked
to tell to pass the time.

Or I choose to see myself
as the dog

and the rest of the world
as the cow.

And now I'm really regretting
telling you that story.

Oh, no, I'm glad you did.

Is that what cops do?
They sit around stake-outs?

Swap colorful stories?

Basically, yeah.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Have you told your daughter yet
about the illness?

If she tests positive, I will.

-No, about you.
-No.

♪

No, I've given her enough grief
without...

♪

Without that.

You know, the weird part
about losing your mind

is you end up working twice
as hard

asking yourself whether
what you're seeing and hearing

is actually happening,

because what's real
and what isn't

seems totally interchangeable.

When you're in a hallucination,
you don't know it.

It's not until you're out
of it that you know it

because there's a break,
there's a...

Definite moment of clarity

when you know you're back
in reality.

It makes it really hard
to live in the present

because you're not sure
if you can trust it or not.

It's very tiring.

♪

But this moment,
right here, right now,

I know this is real.
Know how I know?

Because even
in my wildest fantasies,

I couldn't come up
with anything

like that amputated
cow tail story.

♪

LEBLANC: Okay, it's time.
Let's go.

SHEA:
You stole that?

Let's hope
I stole the right one.

[lock chimes]

Bingo.

Kleptomania and plagiarism

are two of my most
underrated skills.

♪

Let's go try and find what
Richard didn't want us to see.

♪

[soft tense music]

♪

Paul, what are you two
doing here?

It's time to tell us the truth
now, Dr. Pearish.

You two need to leave
right now.

-I might go to hell for this.
-Wait, what?

Get out, get out, get out--

At least we'll be able
to keep each other company.

Paul, what did you just do?

An exorcism, I think.

♪

Help me, help me,

help me, help me.

It's all right, it's all right.

-Help me.
-Calm down, you'll be all right.

Help me, help me, help me.

It wasn't bribing him or
blackmailing him.

It hijacked him, controlled him,
took over his chair.

Every movement he made,
everything he said.

Synthesizer cues off
his eye movement.

-Richard.
-Richard, we're here.

You're safe, you're okay.

VOICE:
Hello? Hello? Campus Police.

Hello?

I'll go.
You help him calm down.

[dramatic music]

Look at me.

Listen to me.

[indistinct shouting]

Campus Police.

[suspenseful music]

Hello?

♪

This is Campus Police.

♪

Hello?

Hello?
Campus Police.

This is Campus Police.

ETHAN:
I love you, Mom.

SHEA:
I love you, too.

ETHAN:
Don't let the bedbugs bite.

SHEA:
Did you say your prayers?

ETHAN:
Not yet.

SHEA:Angel de la guarda,
dulce compañía.

ETHAN:Angel de la guarda,
dulce compañía.

SHEA:No me desampares,
ni de noche ni de día.

ETHAN:
No me desampares--

SHEA:No me desampares,
ni de noche ni de día.

ETHAN:
Ni de noche ni de día.

SHEA:Hasta que me pongas
en paz y alegría.

ETHAN:Hasta que me pongas
en paz--

SHEA:Y alegría.
ETHAN:Y alegría.

Love you, Mom--
love you, Mom--

love you, Mom--

Mom--Mom--Mom--Mom--Mom--

You too, Mom.
I love you too, Mom.

[garbled speech]

Shut up.

[mild synthetic voice]
Two weeks--

it took control of my chair
two weeks ago.

It spoke for me,
moved me around.

What did it want?

I think it was testing
the bio-printers.

Versioning, learning,
iterating.

Sidra saw one of the tests.
She asked some questions.

-It used my voice to fire her.
-Richard.

And then it killed her.
It killed her.

Look, I'm sorry about Sidra,
but I have to find the server.

The core server
was never here.

It was sending the signal in
from outside,

but it left a trail
in the archive.

What?

Six days ago,
there was a power glitch.

I got control back
for a moment,

and I activated the archive.

I captured its data stream.
Every command, every signal.

It's encrypted,
but you can access it.

It didn't know
you were recording?

I don't think so.
It's an old system.

Downstream and read only.

But it knows now.

-You have to hurry.
-Where is it?

It's in the security office.

♪

[lock chimes, door slams]

♪

[whirring]

♪

[appendages whirring]

[dramatic music]

[electricity sizzles]

♪

[whirring]

♪

No, no, no, no.

Not this time.

Come on.
Son of a bitch.

There it is.

[tense music]

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

-Jeez.
-Wait!

You trying to kill me
before I die in six months?

You ever shoot a dog, LeBlanc?

I'm more of a cat man.

Command: power down.
Command: power down.

Power down.

Stop, no.

[air hissing]
[alarm beeping]

[dramatic music]

[alarm beeping]

♪

[door lock buzzes]

♪

[door lock buzzes]

♪

Stand back!
Watch out!

[bullets clanking]

♪

Watch out, watch out.

[lock chimes]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[keyless entry chimes]

♪

MAN:
We've got eyes on her.

[radio crackles]

TY:
Come on.

-[engine turns over]
-Yeah.

We're stealing a car,
aren't we?

Yes, we are, okay?
But don't get the wrong idea.

You can only do this

when you've got evil computers
coming after you.

I get it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[tense music]

♪

[lock buzzes]

GUARD:
Oye, services paro la camara.

♪

[lock buzzes]

♪

[klaxon blaring]

[guards clamoring]

♪

[radio chatter in Spanish]

♪

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