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Hello John. Have a look at tea today?

There will be chicken pie.

Die-and-and-and-!!!

Congratulations, Detective Major, you killed your grandmother. Again.

You have not tried her pies.

“He said there was no sense in testing.” - Carver, is that you?

Tests are vital.

I completely updated his software,

if everything works as it should, its perception will accelerate,

and glitches will disappear. - Carver, you were here

when did I ask to add porn to this thing?

No, but thanks for letting us know.

I need to relax somehow. Oh! Itishkina mouse!

All porn sites are blocked here.

I have to pervert my image robot and masturbate to it.

You can't even imagine how humiliating... Hello, hello.

These gentlemen are from the Ethics Committee of Artificial Intelligence.

Came to watch the software update.

Hello.

I think now hardly anyone wants to shake your hand.

We don't have time to sit on the fray straight,

we need to solve crimes.

"On the fray"? The update worked better nowhere.

As you can see, he is making amazing progress.

"Error 404"

This map shows the locations of the last three incidents.

Three points form a triangle. I think this is no accident.

Any three points form it.

Garbage dumps are concentrated in this area.

- You have to go there and... - Garbage dumps?

We are detective inspectors. What do we need to catch those who litter?

After such shoals, say thank you for not transferring children across the road!

We must smash the drug labs and catch the Padafil.

- PEDofilov. “I said so, Padafilov.”

- PEDofilov. - I said, Padafilov.

This is your first business, John, we will start small.

And you, Carver, must watch over him,

rather than jumping from fucking parking lots.

I will see that he behaves well.

By the way, how is the investigation into my murder going?

Don't get into it, John, Gilbert and Ryle

have been working on your case from day one.

- Gilbert and Ryle are mediocrity! - Enough is enough.

We will report on the results, chief. Come on.

Something else. Carver is right. Three points always form a triangle.

What's going on, Roy? I want to find out who cocked me, and do not care!

And Dennett, and Gilbert, and Ryle! Even you, it seems... What is it?

My secret hobby is already a whole year.

Do not flatter yourself, I haven't figured out anything.

Operation Blue Chaffinch.

And all that is known about your murder: people, cars, famous accomplices.

All.

What? Don't look like that, don't scare me.

I do not deserve you. At first you puffed out the parking lot,

although it was essentially my fault.

And now that. What else have you taken care of for me? Kelly.

Hey. Well, how are you? How are you?

In general, not bad, given the situation... And, I'm sorry, you are him.

I didn't know that you were sleeping here. Thought you had a home.

I have a house, Kelly. But you don't let me go there.

What is it? Very similar to a photobot. What?

This is confidential.

I brought your things here...

Is it all between us? Do I need an attorney?

Who! Are you talking about a lawyer? No. I came to invite you to dinner.

Because I don't remember the last time we had dinner together.

Okay. It was that night when they killed me,

we quarreled. Roy comforted you. And I thought...

I have to go. Call later, okay?

Life is getting better.

Yes... Wait a minute, I will.

Since when am I rooting for Liverpool?

Kelly! Did you invite him on a date?

- We need to talk. - And talk to me?

“You are not answering my calls.” - Roy, these months were amazing,

but now we seemed to wake up, or rather, he woke up.

And you forget everything, as if nothing had happened?

I can't leave John when he is so vulnerable.

If he screwed up, they just turn it off.

Damn two, they turn it off. He's fine, Parfit fixed it.

I updated the software, but it doesn't let me check it,

and I don't know if that helped. - A new software,

not an American case? - What is it?

See you again, baby doll. Come on, spine, we are waiting for a dump.

Yes, nothing.

- Pampers... - Diapers.

- Tin cans... - Tins.

- I feel like a bum. - Oh my god...

Why did you refuse to pass the tests?

Because I don't have to test. I am not a computer, not a robot, not a car!

I was upgraded. That's all.

We know, buddy. But this is a psychological test,

- not a Turing test. - What?

Turing test. Named after...

Alan Turing, a cipher cracker, I know what this test is:

You're talking with someone for an hour to understand whether he is gay or not.

Nothing like this. Honest mother, what is it?

- Cellular. - Mobile.

There is no SIM card. Let's try to find something...

- Edreny pliers, leg! - Lord Jesus!

Men's, forty-fourth size. There is no blood. Seems to be,

sawed off after death. It looks like we have a murder.

One foot? But why throw one foot out?

Some kind of ritual? Judging by the fragment, the tatuha was occult.

It seems we are returning to serious crimes.

Phew! Why did you do that?

- Oh, sorry. - Fucking chime!

Put it in the bag!

Forensic investigators need six hours for a complete DNA test.

Judy, be kind, look for anyone among the missing such a tattoo.

“Okay, but I'm still not Judy.” - We get to the truth,

John, I feel. “Take a look, Inspector Gadget.”

Fuck off, earcaps. I'm busy.

Yes. You are coming to us for questioning about your murder.

- Report Dennet about the leg. “You found her, you and all the laurels.”

We are a team, Roy, so all the laurels to you.

Don't worry, we will not charge you.

Unless we offer updates.

It was a joke. Well, that you are a computer.

But you can't joke like that, it's not computer-watered.

What do you have to kill? The shooter had a red jeep.

Have you sent a car orientation?

So Siri. We are asking questions here.

We heard that right before the shot you got a name.

Who was that? Yes.

Only I forgot it. Tried to remember, but...

Nothing. I understand.

Did not try to turn yourself off and on again?

I am not a computer. I am a detective and I am a man!

It was a joke. We are not serious.

Here are some things to check: Liam Cleisby, shooter accomplice.

We took him two days ago, but he slipped away.

We interviewed Cleisby a year ago. He is a petty fry and knows nothing.

I think this is the end of the conversation.

Recording stopped.

What, and is that all? I thought it was a murder investigation.

“Is that so?” - What does it mean?

“They killed me!” - Yes, they killed you,

but now you're not killed, right?

So is this a murder case or not?

I would say attempted murder, inflicting grievous bodily.

To be honest, I'm sorry for your lawyers.

You claim that they didn't kill me? They shot me!

Take it easy. Ctrl-Alt-Del

Thank you for your cooperation. We'll talk later.

- Go to standby mode. - Expectations! Like a computer.

- Degenerates. - Degenerates?

“Did you hear everything, Klisby?” - I'll pass.

- What will happen to him now? - It's not for me to decide.

- He doesn't remember anything. - He remembers the jeep.

Sorry. I loved this car.

Tattoo is a Celtic symbol associated with the Isle of Man.

I contacted the local police, forensic tissue samples already.

Good, Detective Carver. You have 24 hours.

Prove that people are wrong. - Thank you, chef.

What people?

Those who said that after the death of Major you sintered

who thought that you became an alcoholic or that you had a nervous breakdown.

God is a witness, I myself have said so a hundred times.

Well, enough inspirational speeches, go find the killer.

Just because I'm alive doesn't mean I'm not a victim of murder.

Sorry to interrupt, but in this country, left-hand traffic.

What? Your left!

I'm sorry.

Man, thank you for letting me record the find of my leg.

This is the least I could. After you have done such a job,

investigating my murder.

We are a great team. And always have been.

“You don't even know half.” - What are you talking about?

How do you think this leg ended up in a landfill among the garbage?

“Did the killer throw her away?” - Or

your good friend left her there.

A friend who has access to the morgue, from where you can borrow a couple of clues,

to give your career a magical pendell.

Thanks, John. You are so caring.

Yes? And then I was afraid that you would be upset.

“And what did you expect from me?” - Who knows.

What will I call you a complete moron?

I'll say that you faked the evidence, defiled the corpse,

spent the time of colleagues, and now both of us are in prison?

- Well, you pouted. - I did not pout.

- And the hedgehog is clear, pouted. - I'm furious, not pouting,

your American harya! You can pout with water,

and I, your mother, are sober, like a fucking glass!

- Pouted. - What were you thinking?!

I tried to help. You wanted to return to serious crimes!

But do not commit them! What happens when the DNA turns out

What corpse do we already have? - I thought about it.

We will say that this is another victim, twin brother.

The identical twins have the same DNA!

- Truth? - I guess I do not know.

Your left! We are head over heels in shit. We must urgently come up with something!

Yes, if someone can fix everything, then it's us and I would

happily helped, but after 20 minutes I have a date with Kelly, and...

I'll land you here, okay?

It all seems familiar to me.

The fact that we were sitting at the table,

afraid to talk about what needs to be discussed?

No, no, I'm talking about this restaurant.

Yes, we have been here before. Now they tidied everything up.

Everything was demolished and then modernized.

- Just like me. - I will write you a review on TripAdvisor.

- How many stars will you give? “Well, I don't know exactly yet.”

Oh, I remember we were here on your birthday.

You got so clumsy, I thought you won't be allowed here anymore.

- There was no such thing. - You don't knit a bast,

and told the waiter that he looked like Elton John.

Not true! True true.

But he was like. In a bad way. Interesting, is he still here?

Do not break My Heart! He is not here.

He is not here. I'm ashamed of you, John.

Shame on me? I dragged you home in my arms.

“Hm, that doesn't sound like you.” - Well, they upgraded me.

Take the phone, you moron.

- What's the matter? - Your mother!

That's the problem. Your science project went awry.

“Does Dennet know?” “I haven't shown her yet.”

Are you serious?

Yes, he is my partner, but he is a policeman.

He must protect people from such as... What are you doing?

Oh, the video from the surveillance cameras seems to have disappeared.

So what? They'll catch us anyway.

And I will no longer take the blame on myself.

Carver, try moving your brains. If Dennett finds out,

The Artificial Intelligence project will be closed.

Maybe there is a way to him? He adjusted. Your cant. You both need to be fired.

Ah, get fired. He is a computer.

Do you know what happens to them when you pull out the plug?

Darn!

Well, that was a copier, but you got the gist.

- Nonsense. He will not die. “Do you want to check?”

Yes, I went to a psychoanalyst after yours...

To classes for survivors of loss.

And, in general, I was so inspired that I decided to study as a psychologist.

“And I'm already working with the cops.” - You're doing fine!

I want to help those who have experienced the same as me.

Of course, I'm not talking about my husband who returned from the next world, but...

Do you still work as a realtor?

Real estate agent? No, no, I quit long ago.

I don't know why I didn't do it before,

it was such a feeling of freedom and relief, God...

But, of course, with a touch of sadness and sadness.

You made a big difference in your life. It's great.

Second chance, huh? It's all... in it.

In general, during a consultation I usually ask

for example, do you feel angry, and you respond...

- What would you answer? - What?

Anger. Oh yes no. Well, yes, yes, today at work I got a little flushed.

Good. And it got easier or harder for you

focus on something after the updates?

How do you know about updates?

It seems that someone was talking in the laboratory when I came...

I can't believe it! You are testing me.

- John... - Is she here?

Dr. Parfit, is she listening to us?

Nobody is listening to us! Do not be a donkey!

I will call her after. And let you know what you said.

- My own wife is a snitch! - What?

I thought we had a date. I thought you were worried about me.

I'm very worried about you, John, that's why I'm trying to help you.

Fooling me? Spying on me?

No, Dr. Parfit said you refused the tests,

and she needs to know how you feel.

If you were concerned about my feelings,

Kelly, we would not be sitting here right now!

That's the fuck!

- The date did not work out? - Yes! That is to say the least!

- You sawed off her leg too? - What? No.

So you're not so hopeless.

Why is everyone mocking me today?

Oh, "The Ghost in the Shell." Dennet wants to see both of you.

And she is some kind of joyless.

Maybe it's because of the obstruction of justice.

What does it mean? I thought you settled it! Have you not settled

I mean, did not return to the past and did not prevent you from becoming an asshole?

Carver, the committee will shut me down!

Take the blame on yourself. This is the last time, honestly.

- No! - For me! I beg!

You said there is no “I” in the team.

But in the word buloshnaya there is no letter "h".

You just pronounce it wrong!

“It concerns your foot.” - Yeah, you see, ma'am,

we think the serial killer preys on the twins.

“You have to quit.” - What?

A message came from MI5 that the case was classified.

Try to completely forget that you found this leg.

But chief, I thought...

It infuriates me terribly, but there is nothing to be done.

Case is closed.

Your doing business. Together with Parfit. You still covered me.

Maybe it would be better to talk about this when we leave the office?

Oh yeah. Until I forgot. I caught the one who litter.

- What? - What? - Sorry. Yes, I forgot to tell.

We restored a cell found in a landfill,

and, having analyzed the information, they came to the suspect.

- He confessed everything. - Excellent work,

Detective Major, you are the pride of our department.

- This is my rEbota. - Job. “Detective Carver?”

Learn how to work. Are free.

- Thank you, chef. - Dolboklyuy.

How did you manage to hack MI-5 and send a fake message?

Nonsense. I have been doing this since kindergarten.

You can't do it every time he does it.

He will no longer squint. I updated the update

and reset the language settings.

Now his cognitive abilities should improve significantly.

They shot me.

De I interrupt? Who am I? Help me, my friend!

Fine, let it remain so. Sumptuously.

Wait a minute...

Major!

I have a lead. Cling to the head and charge the phone.

Have you met anyone?

Yes, John, met.

You nasty old grunt!

Lord He seems to have a knife.