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[discordant choral music]

♪ ♪

- Diane?

Jesus. Okay.

Okay, beautiful.

[claps] Come on. Wake up.

Let's go. I don't wanna break it

to you girls, but you're not in high school anymore.

Get off her.

- Ow! Stop.

- [sniffing]

Has Diane been drinking?

- Uh, no. She's a doll.

- Smells like fuckin' liquor.

- Well, Bangles kissed her.

- [sighs] - I told her not to.

- I don't feel good.

- Okay. Let's go.

Party's over. - Aw, but I'm so hungry.

- Trash my house, huh?

You make out with Diane, you want breakfast now?

- It'll get me to leave.

[lively country music]

So, uh, what are you doing today?

- Nothing. I have a fucking chip in my head.

- All right.

Bangles, what's the name of the lawyer

that you were talking about last night?

- Uh...Beazil Rilesneaker.

- Biff Reidelsberger? - Don't say the name!

- Why? - 'Cause he--

use the language. He can hear. - Oh, okay.

Well, he's gonna see you anyway, right?

But this guy's good. I know him.

- Byron was once sued by the U.S. government

for, um, running a monopoly on data mining, and he won.

That's what we're dealing with here.

- Yeah, and Biff was my cousin's lawyer

when he was on GHB and broke into an Applebee's

and pissed everywhere, and he got off scot-free.

- Great. Great.

- It's worth a shot.

Come on, I bet I know where he is today too.

Get dressed. I found a box

of your old clothes just so you--

you can stop wearing mine.

You, go home.

- That's okay, I gotta go anyways.

I gotta go pick up my kid.

He's probably wondering where I am. [chuckles]

- You said you didn't have a kid.

- I said I didn't have a kid with Jalapeño Dick.

Bye. [door slams]

[futuristic music]

- Oh!

- Perhaps watching Hazel on the VR headset

is interfering with you getting the full benefit

of the sensory cocoon.

I could just gently slide your head--

- No! Bennett. Bennett.

Just take care of this.

♪ ♪

- Dr. Hodeck.

- Hello, Remy.

- I didn't receive a clearance waiver

for you to enter this cube.

- I made a wrong turn.

- Dr. Hodeck, that's not possible.

- Gotcha!

[both laughing]

No, I'm here for you.

- Me?

- Yes, Remy.

Now, forgive me if the next question

seems out of the blue, but...

are you a fan of the Optimizer?

- Yeah.

I'm--I'm a huge fan.

Wait.

You like the Optimizer?

- Obsessed.

- What? That's incredible.

- I've actually come into possession of something

that I think you might enjoy.

[suspenseful music]

- Oh, my God.

A Japanese QR code first edition.

- Mm-hmm. - Where did you--

I've been trying to get my hand on this

for over a year. - I know.

- [gasps]

- Sorry, Remy.

♪ ♪

Right.

[dolphin chittering]

Zelda.

Oh.

[soothing music]

♪ ♪

I know why you're unhappy now.

You knew Byron put the chip in Hazel.

She's okay, you know.

[Zelda chitters]

She made it.

Because of you.

I'm getting you out.

[phone chiming]

Herringbone, where are you?

- I just sent you coordinates. Come meet me now.

- Okay. I am on my way.

[upbeat disco music]

- Okay, so Dad, Dad.

[bowler howls] Don't mention Byron's name

until he agrees to be my lawyer, okay?

- Okay, yeah. There he is.

- Daddy did you dirty!

- That's the lawyer? - Yeah.

Hey, Biff.

- Well. - Hey.

- If it isn't Herb the Perv.

- Hm.

- Nah, I'm just kidding, man. Good to see you.

- Yeah. - Did you get that paperwork

for the will?

- You have a will?

- This is my daughter. - Daughter?

You never told me you had a daughter.

Pleased to meet you.

- Oh, yeah. I'm not in the will?

- She needs a divorce.

- Okay, well, it's the weekend, so I'm kinda getting...

- She's talking to some ambulance-chasing lawyer, uh...

- How about I let you play a game with me?

You can fill me in on all the dirty details

- [laughs] What did you-- what are you doing, Noodle?

I mean, you don't want a divorce.

- Um. Sir?

- Huh?

- So sorry, but we really need you

for a product pitch meeting. - Oh, just reschedule.

- No, the--ah--

the--the thing is, they need you to approve

the latest model-- - Okay, okay, fine.

I'll go. Let's go. Let's go, let's go.

- Oh, here, okay. Here, just--this way.

[Byron sighs]

[serene music]

- So right there, you'll see those lines

indicate her sensory data,

which shows that she is happier this afternoon

here in the pool than she was in her tank.

[Zelda chittering]

- Very good, Zelda. [laughs]

Did you see the spike in her emotional indicators there?

- Yeah, it's incredible.

- Oh, absolutely.

The possibilities for animal communication

is astounding--

- No, I mean for human application.

- I'm sorry, what?

- We're gonna use it on people.

You just figured out how to bypass deceit, Fiffany.

[Zelda chittering]

This is going to change the world.

This could be the next big thing.

Look--I mean, this chip,

it was--it was made for relationships,

relationships, communication, for love.

It was made for love. [laughs]

That's actually what we're gonna call it.

It's Made for Love.

Made for Love. I like that.

[futuristic music]

[exhales deeply]

I am so glad I chose you, Dr. Hodeck.

We are gonna change the world.

- Byron. - Yeah?

- Um, the chip.

My work is meant for communication

between different species, yes? - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- Zelda, specifically, but the next step--

- I'm already ahead of you. You have to think bigger.

Not animals--this is revolutionary for humans

and humanity.

[Zelda chittering]

[Byron laughs]

Made for Love!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Ah, Fiffany.

- Ignacio. Seriously?

I thought we agreed to meet alone.

- Never trust a beautiful woman saying all the right things.

You taught me that.

♪ ♪

So you've finally seen the light.

- Byron Gogol is a scam artist and a snake.

- And you're sure he doesn't know you're here?

- No, he's distracted.

- I see.

- Ignacio, I am now ready to sell you the chip.

- Your hair is short.

It suits you.

- Same terms from before. [clears throat]

- No, no, no, no.

Come on, tell me why you're really here.

- I am very close to achieving full communication

with my test subject, Zelda.

Do you know how much the chip is worth?

I have a chance of getting it, but only if we act now.

- Oh, I'm enjoying this new side of you.

Y'know, I never thought you were capable of embracing...

- Embracing what?

- Defeat.

You have the deal.

[dance music plays over speakers]

[ball thuds, rolls]

- I gotta say, I'm at a bit of a loss here.

Uh, you say your currently unnamed rich husband has--

- Yeah, right, take my case,

say that I'm your client,

and I will tell you who it is.

- [laughs] Well,

you gotta give me something to work with there.

I mean, did he cheat on you?

- He can't even get an orgasm. - Don't--

- That's what you told me, right?

That's what you told me. How could he cheat on you?

- Damn it!

No infidelity. Any abuse?

- Yes. Yes.

He was so controlling. Every day.

And he forced me to wake up at the same time,

I had to eat a ton of vegetables,

I could only play video games

for a very specific amount of time.

I had to be on a nap schedule.

He forced me to sleep a minimum of eight hours a night.

- All right, well, that sounds like a goddamn Club Med spa.

[laughing] I mean...

don't tell my wife about that, all right?

Sign me up for two weeks!

I gotta say, I just don't see this going your way.

I'm sorry. You're the one who moved out.

- I escaped.

- Whatever you wanna call it. You know, you left.

You know, you forfeited your claim to the house.

- I was...

trapped! - Hey!

[bowlers exclaim] Whoa.

- He didn't even let me put a sensor implant

in my finger so that I could move from cube to cube.

Can we go now, please? Can we just--

I wanna go.

It's so pointless to talk to a lawyer while he's watching.

- Whoa. He's here? [laughs]

- No, he's here.

My husband put a surveillance chip in my brain.

- Oh, yeah?

Which flying saucer did that happen in?

[wheezy laugh]

- Okay, look, Hazel.

I'm not taking his side, but, uh,

this didn't run through your mind,

huh, when you eloped?

"Things might get a little weird

if I move into cube-land with Byron Gogol."

- What'd you say?

You said "Byron Gogol"?

All right, y'all buried the lede a little bit here.

I'ma go to my car and get my briefcase.

I'll be right back.

[discordant music]

- What did I say?

I said, "Don't mention his name."

- What? I mentioned his name.

Okay, but it's good, right?

He's interested.

- [whispering] So is Byron.

♪ ♪

- Ope.

- You have three minutes. Let's get started.

- Okay, we have the marketing animatic

and the demonstration for the fireproof tech coating.

- [sighs loudly] - And, um--

did you wanna take off--just--

- Mr. Gogol needs to keep the glasses on.

- Just describe it to me. - Oh, okay. Ah--all right.

Here we go. So first, we see a family

driving home. - Nice-looking family.

- Yes. [laughs] And, uh,

unfortunately, when they arrive,

they find their beloved house engulfed in flames.

- Oh, gosh. - Tragic.

In this next part here, we see the aftermath.

You know, the family is sifting through remains of the house.

Seems nothing survived the inferno.

- Fuck this guy.

- Not you.

- Um, the--uh--uh, okay. [clears throat]

And then what's that they see in the ashes?

- Gogol products. - Correct.

- Completely unharmed.

- What if the car explodes?

- With the family inside? - Yes.

- Oh, um, the phones and other electronics,

uh, would not be harmed if they were in the coating.

- What is she doing?

Fast-track this to market.

I don't need a demonstration. - Sir?

- She's telling this Biff guy too much.

[laughs]

We need to handle it.

- Ooh. - Get that.

- Oh. Over here. - Oh.

I think that went well.

- And this chip, what do you think

about a valuation there? Couple mil?

- One billion.

- What, that thing in your head?

That's worth a billion? - Yeah.

- Okay, well. [laughs]

One bil. [laughs]

You guys hot? Feels a little hot in here.

Jerry, can you bump the AC just a tad?

Thanks, homey.

Okay, well. [laughs]

Well, that's your asset right there.

- What do you mean? - I mean, don't let anyone

near that head of yours.

You gotta keep that chip in the brain.

- Wait, what?

For how long?

- It's hard to say.

These things drag out. Even the easy ones.

Usually over a dog.

But yours is a doozy,

so I'd say minimum, couple years.

- No. No.

Okay, so that's the whole reason why I left.

You know, I was-- I was watched constantly,

and now it's the same thing out here,

except way, way worse, so...

- But hey, look at the bright side.

You basically have the equivalent

of a winning lottery ticket in your brain.

- With the chip. - With the chip in, yeah.

I mean, without it, you're worthless.

[laughs]

The chip is our evidence of physical assault.

So without it, we're nowhere.

We got no leverage.

So to me, that chip is gold.

- Oh, my God.

[sighs]

I mean, if I'd known that it was going to end up like this,

I would have stayed at the bottom of the pool.

- What? What does that mean?

[electricity powers down]

- Jerry? [patrons chatter anxiously]

- What's going on? - What's going on?

Jerry?

[upbeat hip-hop music playing]

[patrons chatter, murmur]

What? patron: Look at this!

- What is this, Jerry?

- It's Byron. He's blackmailing you.

- Whoa, Biff! Huh? - Jerry!

- Who's the pervert now?

- Cut the power!

Hey! Quit looking at me!

Don't look at my body!

[phone ringing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Shangri-Lanes.

He says it's for you, Biff.

- Please don't talk to him.

No, no, no, no.

Please.

[music stops abruptly] - Hello?

Okay.

Say no more, sir.

That certainly is a fair start.

Thank you, sir.

- Hey, you still got the bowling shoes on!

[jaunty music]

♪ ♪

- Problem solved. Wow.

Talk about skeletons in the closet.

What's wrong?

- She'd rather be dead.

- I'm sure she didn't mean it.

[solemn music]

- That life she lives out there, that's death.

So I'm gonna give her life.

I'm gonna make you happy again, Noodle.

[sniffles, clears throat]

It's time to merge.

Come, Bennett.

- Just me?

[muttering]

[indistinct chatter]

[discordant choral music]

♪ ♪

- Howdy. - Hi.

- Fiff!

Ah, you made it. Thank God.

[sighs]

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, yeah. Byron fucked me.

Total identity wipe.

It's like I don't even exist anymore,

and I don't have a dollar to my name.

But thankfully, Hank over there

spotted me a few of his tracksuits.

Here, come in. Come in.

There you go.

If you want, I can, uh,

put the kettle on.

- Um, okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[quietly] Wow. - What do you think?

- I've got some news.

It's not good.

- It's not good, like, "This coffee is not good,"

or it's not good, like, "This milk is not good"?

- Byron told Bruce to find you and take you out to pasture.

- The pasture cube?

But that's where we "lose" people forever.

- I know. - Aw.

- And there's more.

He's talking about merging.

- He's gonna kill Hazel.

- Look, I brought some equipment in the van.

It's not a full tech suite, but it will do.

Do you think you can shut down Hazel's feed

for long enough for me

to take the chip out of her head

without Byron seeing?

- I don't know, I could probably buy us

about an hour of disruption, but then what?

What, you got a buyer or something?

You do.

That's amazing. Who is it?

- I'd rather not say.

But you will still get your 50% share.

- You get no judgement from me.

I'm living in my fucking car

with my fingers in a cooler.

Come on, morality's not exactly my thing right now.

Okay? Come on, who is it?

What is it, military? Foreign interest?

- Ignacio.

- Your ex-husband?!

That's even worse!

This is unbelievable.

[phone chimes] It's--this is--

I mean, of course he stands to gain a lot.

I mean, that-- "Ignacio and Fiffany,

together again," that's, like...

- Oh, my God. - Holy shit. That's--that's--

- Oh, my God, Byron is starting to merge now.

We have to get to Hazel and get the chip.

- Holy shit!

- [whistles]

Hmm? - [scoffs]

Really?

- What? You need a job, right?

All right, forget it.

Hey, what's, uh,

what was that thing back there

about being at the bottom of the pool thing?

What's that?

That a euphemism?

- I thought if I escaped,

I'd get to start over, you know?

- Oh.

No such thing as-- as starting over, okay?

It's a fantasy.

But there's moving forward.

It's okay to get a life.

- Like, a life here?

I mean, come on.

This is not what I was running to, either.

- It's what you got for now.

[futuristic music]

All right, don't get the hopeless look.

We're--

we're exploring different options.

That's all.

Okay? Come on. Let's get home, huh?

I wanna take my socks off.

- Um, you know what?

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna walk home, actually.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, I--

I mean, that's something that I never got to do in the Hub.

- All right.

Be careful, that's all.

- Dad.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Never better, hmm?

My kid's home.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Um, I don't think I'm qualified

to drill into your skull.

Weren't there surgeons for Hazel?

- Bennett, the surgical arms are automatic.

All you have to do is shave my head.

- [laughs] Oh, oh.

That's better.

[pensive futuristic music]

♪ ♪

[surgical arms whirring]

Hmm, a little faint.

Should probably sit down.

I can't watch.

♪ ♪

[high-pitched tone] - [gasps]

[zapping] [gasps]

[yells]

[high-pitched tone]

No, no, no!

No, no!

No, no!

[grunting]

- [grunting]

- We're too late.

They are merged.

- I'm so sorry, Hazel.

- Let's get the chip, then.

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

Careful now.

- ♪ I feel it in my brain ♪

- [gasps]

[laughing]

- ♪ A poem to begin ♪

♪ With such a lovely fear ♪

♪ She tells me precious things ♪

♪ I steal her diamond rings ♪

♪ I really care for her ♪

♪ She is my everything ♪

♪ ♪