All language subtitles for Made.For.Love.S01E08.720p.x264.AAC.eng

- I got the papers.

Is this for real?

- I'm ready to divorce you if
that's what you really want.

- Yes, it is.

- Then I'll sign them.

But I want to meet in person.

- I'm not coming
to the Hub, Byron.

- I'll come to you.

I'll let you pick
where we meet.

- You can just come
to the house.

- I want to be able to speak
to you candidly,

uninterrupted.
Just the two of us.

- Well, it has to be
somewhere public.

- As long as
it's off the beaten path.

You know why.
I--

I get recognized.

[dramatic music]

- I know a quiet place.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[soft music playing]

- [whispering]
Hey.

- Don't.

- [clears throat]

It's nice to see you, noodle.

- Don't call me that.

- Right, sorry.

It's nice to see you, Hazel.

- Where is it?

Your phone,
it's not out on the table.

So where is it?

You're really not watching
my feed anymore?

- I-I haven't
watched it in days.

- Doesn't matter.

Okay, let's just get this
over with.

- Four letters.
Half-man, half-goat.

What's one of
those things called?

[knocking at door]
- Herbert!

Open up!
I know you're in there!

- [sighs]

[door opens]

- There, still keep the spare
in the same place.

Hazel called Byron last night,

and they arranged
to meet in person.

Now, I had already gone to bed,

so I didn't hear the tapes
till this morning.

- I know, I know, he served her
the divorce papers.

Hey, listen, thank you so much
for all you've done,

but it looks like we're not
gonna need you anymore.

- Oh, it is hardly over.

Hazel!

- No, she left.
She left early this morning.

Wait a second.
How'd you know she called him?

- Uh, remember?

I bugged your place, okay?

Look, look, we gotta go.
Get dressed.

This is a trap.
- No, I think they're just--

they're signing
the--the document stuff.

- Herbert!

Hazel went on one date
with Byron,

and disappeared
for ten years.

Everything this man does is
in his own self-interest.

[quirky dramatic music]

- Ah, shit.
Okay, all right.

Let me get dressed.
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- You know, I went to some...

coffee shops and...

a grocery store.

You know, normal--
normal people stuff.

- Hmm.

- No, I went out.

What about you?

Tell me, what--
what'd I miss?

- I flew a plane.

- Wow.

Really, where?
Where'd you fly to?

- Nowhere, I just went
up in the air,

and then I came back down.

It felt great though.

- Yeah, that is great.

You flew a plane.

- How did that feel for you
just now?

- What?

- To find out
something about me

that I chose to tell you,

instead of you
invading my brain?

- Um...

Feels nice.

No, it does.
It feels nice.

- That's how relationships
are supposed to function.

- Hey, listen.

I've changed so much--

- Hey!

You guys know what you want?

- Uh...yes, actually, yes.

I do know what I want.

After her.

- I-I--

Could I just get coffee?
Thank you.

- Okay, and you?

- I would like to order
the Big Boy Burger.

- Okay, you want
the combo platter?

- The what--sorry?

- You get a soda
and your choice of

chili cheese fries,
onion rings, or tater tots.

- Great, great.

- Which one?

- All of 'em.

Yeah, that--

whole lot.

- Just give me the menus.

- Thank you so much.

See, I've changed--
[gasps]

Oh, sorry.

Jumped out at me.

I've...I've changed.

You know?
- Yeah, you're a big boy now.

- You know, it kinda hit me
the other day.

I don't need to be a...

handsome recluse.

I can just be handsome.

- [laughs]

- [chuckles]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- I bugged the ketchup.

We should have ears soon.

- Oh, great.
- Yeah.

- Great, great, great, great...

Huh?
Oh.

- Um...

About the other day...

- Ah, no, no.
It's fine.

- No.

I overstepped, and...

the way you choose to deal
with your own mortality

is none of my business.

- Okay.

Let's just drop it now.

[speaker crackles]
- Oh.

Here we go.

- You think ordering
a cheeseburger

makes you a changed man?

- No, but I did drink a beer.

Half a--half a--
half a beer.

- Oh, my gosh!

Well, in that case...
- [chuckles]

- Yeah, you're
a whole new person.

- I know I am.
- That's a good mic.

Picks up sarcasm.

- Shh.
- On my way to be.

- This doesn't really
concern me though.

- Can you just look at me,
please?

Give me a chance
to explain myself to you.

Listen, Hazel,
when I first built the Hub,

living there was a choice.

But over the years, and if--

if I'm being honest,

I grew to fear the real world.

But, listen, I'm getting--

I'm getting through that.

- So, what?

Are you gonna leave the Hub?

- I'm saying I could.

- Mm-hmm.

- You have to admit

that life is better in the Hub.

You might have felt stifled
or limited or whatever that is,

but look--look--
look around you.

Do you think these people
have freedom?

They don't.

I mean--look at this guy here.
He's leaving right now.

Is he running off because
he has an emergency at home

with the plumbing or something?

Or that woman, I don't know,
walked here

because her car's in the shop?

These people are prisoners
to life's variables.

We don't have those
inconveniences at the Hub.

- Do you realize
that you're just

listing stuff that poor people
have to deal with?

- No, no, no.

I'm talking about things
you can't control

that makes life less pleasant.

We're so lucky to have the Hub.

- I was lucky to get out.

- No, I--you--

- Byron, I came here to get
your signature.

I still want a divorce.

- Yes, and I will sign it.

I will--I will sign it.
Please--

- Are you gonna sign
with that french fry?

- No, I--
[groaning]

Look, I'll sign it
with whatever you want,

but we can get a divorce
if it's marriage

you're opposed to,
but please just, like---

give me a second to explain...

- Excuse me.
- What is happening.

- Excuse me.
- Is this guy talking to me?

- Excuse me.

- Yeah.

- Excuse me.

Can I borrow that ketchup?

Thanks.

- Please come back.

I know what life with me
at the Hub

should've been like for you
from the start now.

Please, just give me a chance
to prove it.

- Maybe stop dancing around
the elephant in the room.

- What elephant?

- The baby inside me
is the elephant.

- Baby?

- Baby?

- That's right, Cal.
I'm pregnant.

- The ketchup must've moved.

- Ah.
- [groans]

I'll fix it.

- Wait, wait, wait.

I kinda want to hear
how this ends.

- [sighs]

- No more surveillance.

- You couldn't live that way.

- I will.

I w--other than security.

The roosters could go.

- No more orgasm review?

- It's gone.

I already have the data I need.

- That shouldn't be the reason.

- You're absolutely right.

I'm gonna introduce
the element of choice

into Hub protocol.

It should be a world
curated by both of us.

- Both of us?
- Equally.

- Equally?
Oh, good.

So no more Hub approved
nail polish and fabric hues...

- Does give it a cohesive look,
but sure, yeah.

- No more nutrient
intake counters.

No more censored films,
no more censored books.

- I-I didn't realize there
was so much you disliked.

I'm sorry.

- Mm-hmm, you'd be okay
with all this, sounds like.

Mm-hmm, me setting
my own alarms.

Or, you know what?
No alarms...at all.

Me listening to music as loud
as I want to.

Any kind of music, out loud
instead of in the earpiece.

Me having a pet.

- Well, no.
Dogs don't wear pants.

If you don't wear pants,
you can't be on the furniture.

- Me having a cell phone
that dials out.

Me leaving the Hub
whenever I want to

and going wherever I wanna go.

And the big one...

the chip gets taken out.

- Yes, it's priority one.

My entire model for
"Made for Love" was incorrect.

I see that now.

- Are you admitting
that you were wrong?

You admit it was wrong.

All of it, the constant
surveillance, it was illegal.

And it was immoral.

- Yes.

- Not to mention,
a very shitty thing

for a marriage.

You admit that.

- Except that the chip

did prove to be effective.

Having it in only one partner.

- Hmm.

- I figured out it doesn't
have to be a two-way merge.

It could--or a brain implant.

It could be a disposable,
wearable tech piece

that people use for
a short amount of time

when they're having trouble.

- You think...

that all of this

was just a fucking...

rough patch?

- I don't--that's--

that's really, actually,
a great name.

[laughs]
See?

I need you here.

You're my muse.

- ♪ Muchacha, muchacho ♪

♪ Just another muchacho-- ♪

- You gotta put
the ketchup back.

- Jesus Christ--you scared me.

- Yes, Jesus and all that.
I know the Lord, too.

Now, look here.

You go in there and you put
that ketchup back.

- What?

- The ketchup bottle, it moved.

We need it back
on the original table.

- Whoa, how did
the ketchup move?

- Well, it doesn't have legs.

Somebody obviously moved it.

Okay?

- Which table was it though?

- The one with the couple.

- No, the--which table
did it move to?

- Oh, right.

Oh, it was a couple,

and they were talking
about being pregnant.

- So I'm supposed to ask
everyone if they're pregnant?

- Go in there
and do it right now,

before I get my $20 back.

- I'm just--I've changed.

A lot.

Like, something inside of me
that I just--

I just don't know
how to describe it.

- Try.

- Ever...

ever since I started watching
you when you went out here,

I didn't understand why you
would trade our life for this.

But I get it now.

It's about choice.

And I don't wanna control you.

I want to give up control.

Just being out here, exposed,
it's...

Something's changed in me.

- What?

- I'm ready to be vulnerable.

- Hmm?

- I'm ready to be vulnerable

for you.

'Cause I want to.

- You're ready to be
vulnerable?

This from a guy who practices

performance celibacy?

You refused to have sex
with me for ten years

to avoid the risk of--what was
the term you used, Byron?

What was it?
Of course.

It was emotional
flooding, right?

- Extreme feelings
can just block you

from your concentration.

I can't be distracted

or lose focus
because of pleasure, Hazel.

And plus, I always was the one
that was pleasuring you.

A lot of people would say
that was generous.

- It was torture.

I had to give you
all of my vulnerability,

and you wouldn't give me
any of yours.

That system was built for you.

- Yeah, you're right.

I'm sorry.

I just wish
we could start over.

- Okay.

Let's...

Let's pretend

that we're meeting
for the first time.

But no lies, no manipulation.

Just be who you actually are.

Ready?

Hi.

I'm Hazel Green.

- Hi, Hazel.

I'm Byr--

I'm Greg Benson.

- Wow.

Nice to meet you, Greg.

[eccentric music]

♪ ♪

- Dutton, Montana.
Nobody knows that.

I had my data changed.

I shouldn't be saying this
in public.

Can we please leave now?

- No.

Dutton, Montana.

Is that where your parents are?

- My dad's there.

At least, last I heard, anyway.

- What does he do?

- He's a mailman.

- And what about your mom?

- She left with my brother
when I was eight.

I haven't seen her since.
She's probably dead.

- So you have a brother?

- Yeah, he reached out
a few years ago.

Saw me on the cover
of a magazine.

Herringbone paid him off.

There, satisfied?

- No.

What are you afraid of?

- Losing you.

- No, what are you
actually afraid of?

- Being alone.

- What excites you?

- You don't wanna know
the answer.

- Tell me anyway.

- Watching you.

- Why did you pick me?

- Because you were a challenge
I knew I could w--

- Oh, my God.

Are you turned on right now?

[dishes clattering]

- [groans]

- [groans]

- Did you--was th--

was that--?

- So, what'd I miss?

- I have a theory,
but I hope I'm wrong.

- Oh!

[groans]

- Did you just--

[laughs]

- [panting]

- Oh, boy!

Byron, you really are
a changed man.

Wow, an orgasm.

Byron.

Was it good?
Hey.

Look at me.

Hey.

Would you give it five stars?

- Stop, I don't
wanna play games.

Can we just go home please?

- I am home.

Sign it.

[pen scribbling]

- [sighs]

[groaning quietly]

I have to say I am surprised.

You know, I thought you would
really come back to the Hub

with your dad to save him.

- What are you talking about?

- You really don't know?

You've been living with him
for weeks and you don't know.

Hazel, your dad
has pancreatic cancer.

He hasn't been treating it.

He's just been
medicating the pain.

At this rate,
he has a year, if lucky.

- [laughs]

I don't believe you.

- You don't have to.

Take a look.

These are his medical records.

If you come back
to the Hub

with your dad,

I'm confident we can save him.

We have some of
the best medical resources.

Out here, he won't
stand a chance.

- I'd rather let him die.

- I don't believe you.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Okay, all right.
I think we're good.

- Herbert.

- No, it's good.

She's being level-headed.

She's being smart.

You know what, I don't--
I don't really think

this is any of our business.
Let's go.

Let's just let them
work it out on their own.

- Yeah.

I have what I need.

We can go.

♪ ♪

- Oh, hey.

- Hmm?
- Sorry.

I figured you'd gone to bed.

- Oh.
- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I fell asleep.

How'd...

how'd it go with--
with what's his name?

[exhales sharply]

- He signed the papers.

- Oh, good.

Good, I'm--
I'm happy for you.

- You wanna celebrate?

- Sure, yeah.

If--if--if now ain't
time for a drink,

I don't know when is, right?
- [laughs]

[fridge door opening]

- [sighs]

[cans opening]

- [sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

- [sighs]

- Oh, to the, uh...

the first day
of the rest of my life.

- [chuckles]

- So, um...

Get this...

Byron tried to convince me
that you...

have cancer, or...

- What?

That's crazy.

- Yeah, I know.
That's what I said.

[soft laughter]

- Well, I'm glad
you didn't fall for it.

- Yeah.

You wanna watch something?

- Yeah, all right.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[static and channels changing]

[sighs]

- My nerves are frayed.

- You got away.

You did it.

I'm proud of you.

[soft dreamy music]

♪ ♪

- Thanks, Dad.

♪ ♪

I'm jealous of Diane.

- What?
How's that?

- She got flawless skin.

No weight fluctuations.
She never has to cook.

She never has
to worry about money.

She got...a pretty easy life.
You know?

- Yeah, kind of like
what you had with Byron.

- Yeah, my God.

♪ ♪

She's got it better though.

Diane.

No matter what he tells you,

do not sign a prenup,

and one day,

all this...

can be yours.

- That's right.

- [sighs]
I'm ready.

- Okay.

[tape rewinding]

- I'm ready.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- Mmm, mmm, good.

I thought I peaked in life,
but...

I'm still getting better.

Aren't these pancakes
even better?

- Yeah.
Yeah, they are...

less mediocre than usual, yeah.

- Yeah, well, I guess closure

makes everything taste better.

- [laughs]

- Where you going?
What, you got a big day today?

- No, I'm just gonna get
some fresh air.

Gonna go take a walk.

- Mm, okay.

All right, listen.
Just so you know.

If you're gone for a while,

and you come back
and I'm asleep,

doesn't mean I wasn't worried

about where you
were or anything.

I just...

I got tired.

- Understood.
- Okay.

[Petit Biscuit's
"Forever Being" playing]

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

[dreamy ambient music]

♪ ♪

[ambient warbling]

- Take it in case
you change your mind.

- ♪ We face the adventure ♪

♪ Try to survive everyday ♪

♪ Please let us fade out
the routine ♪

♪ To make us live forever ♪

- We're ready.
- Okay.

- ♪ Waking up ♪

♪ Spend the day ♪

♪ Let's get drunk ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And once again ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Waking up ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Spend the day ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Let's get drunk ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And once again ♪

- [gasping]

- ♪ Waking up forever ♪

- Good morning, noodle.

- There's a panel
out in the sky.

You need to fix that.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

- ♪ And once again ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Waking up ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And once again ♪

♪ Try to fade out
the routine ♪

♪ To make us live forever ♪

[water rippling]

[dreamy electronic music]

[choir vocalizing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[fanfare]