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We're clear.
You've got 90 seconds door to door.

- Let's do this, man.
- You ready?

- Let's go.
- You take out anything that gets in our way.

- It's done, man.
- Let's go!

Good.

No one's coming.

Go.

Go, go, go.

Listen up! This is a bank robbery!
Kiss the ground! Drop, now!

Let's go. You know why I'm here.

Come on, separate those dye packs.

Get those G.P.S. trackers off there.
Let's go, asshole.

Bozz!

Oh, shit.

Get up. Who did it? Who called it in?

Who?

You got five seconds. I'll drop her.

- Somebody.
- Do what he says.

- Five, four, three...
- Please do what he says.

- Two!
- Wait. I did it.

Listen, it's standard procedure.

Fuck!

Freeze, scumbags. Drop your weapons.

I said, drop 'em!

Let's go.

Have you ever wanted something
that's beyond your reach,

an experience like nothing
you could ever possess in real life?

Now imagine a place
where there are no laws,

no rules, no consequences,

where the only limits are those
of your own imagination.

Welcome to Vice...

a better reality,
a world of endless possibilities,

a utopian paradise where you can
have or do anything you want.

Have you ever wanted something
that's beyond your reach,

an experience like nothing
you could ever possess in real life?

Now imagine a place
where there are no laws,

no rules, no consequences,

where the only limits are those
of your own imagination.

Welcome to Vice... a better reality,

a world of endless possibilities,

a utopian paradise where you can
have or do anything you want.

Badge number?

- Yeah, it's still Tedeschi.
- Number?

"N" as in Nancy,
"T" as in Thomas, 703-1.

Hey, detective.

Now this is the fifth time
you guys put me on hold.

I do apologize for that.
I see you're waiting on a warrant.

For the last 50 minutes, pal.

Just give me one second
to bring that up.

The warrant has cleared processing.

The approval should be
coming through any second.

Well, that would be great news,
but the problem is,

the last guy told me the exact same thing
before he transferred me over to you.

Perhaps you'd like to speak
with my supervisor.

- I thought you were the supervisor.
- Please hold while I connect you.

Damn it.

Cocksuckers.

Don't touch the car.

Would you like a glass of
champagne or a cocktail, sir?

Would you like a glass of
champagne or a cocktail, sir?

This way?

Kelly.

Wake up.

Kelly.

It's time to wake up.

You made me breakfast.

It's your last day.

I want it to be perfect.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

I had the weirdest dream.

I was all alone,

lost...

Running through some city
that I've never seen before.

My heart was pounding, and...

it was the most scared I've ever been.

And then I saw this church.

And then I remember feeling safe.

And then it made me think of you

because that's how you've made me feel.

You've always been
my light in my darkness.

Jeez, Kel.

You'll make me gonna cry.

- To new beginnings.
- Cheers.

Bring up the temperature
a little in sector 5,

just a few degrees.

Soften it with a little

gentle breeze.

What do we have on the docket today?

1,216 confirmed.

With late arrivals,
we will be close to full capacity.

Open up extensions on sections 212
and match the field.

I want our guests to be
well taken care of tonight.

Understood.

Nice.

Very nice.

Hey, just think, tomorrow you'll be in a
whole other place, pursuing your dream.

God, I can't tell if I'm more
excited or scared.

Well, I'll tell you
what I'm excited about.

Tonight we're gonna
send you off in style.

Hey, you want to party, girl?

- Shove off, asshole.
- Oh, shit. Did you see that?

You got some fight in you today.
I like that.

- I'm so sick of these wankers.
- Hey, easy, Mel.

We'll see you later, girls.

I'm looking for somebody.
You seen this guy?

Hello.

Seen this guy? Is that him?

Thanks.

Thank you both.

Ryan Hollister!

You're under arrest, pal...
rape and murder.

That badge don't mean shit in this place.
I can do anything I want in here.

That might be true in here, pal,

but when you killed a girl in my world,
now you get to play with me.

It must be bonus night.

See, those things
only work on residents.

Come here.

- Sit down.
- Help me. Help me, please.

I need to get out of here.

Please. Please.

Please help me.

I just want to get home to my baby girl.

- Hi. Thank you.
- I'll put it on your tab.

Kel.

Are you kidding me?

Come on, it's your last night
in this shit box.

Let's make the most of it.

To your last night on the job.

To my best friend.

Miss.

- Hey, can I get you another drink?
- Yes, please.

I love your shirt.

Yeah.

- Sorry, did I say something wrong?
- No, it's just...

You remind me of the person
who bought it for me.

Someone special?

Yeah.

We're celebrating.

What are we celebrating?

It's my last night on the job.
I'm getting out there to discover the world.

But inside, I'm kind of freaking out.

What are you afraid of?

I don't know. That I might go out
there and fall flat on my face.

Well, you don't know
unless you try, right?

You're right.

I just wish I was as brave
as my friend thinks I am.

Look, being brave doesn't mean
you're not afraid, okay?

It just means you're not
gonna let the fear stop you

from doing what you want to do.

Kelly, come on. Come on.

Hey, we're about to finish up here.

Do you want to come grab
a drink with us?

I would love to, but I'm sorry,
I just... I can't tonight.

Oh, I really like your shirt,
by the way.

To my road trip.

- Cheers.
- To you, honey. Go.

So...

Who was that guy you were
talking to at the bar?

- What guy?
- Really? What guy?

I don't know, let me think.

Someone over there.

Shit. You saw that?
God, I thought I got away with that one.

Not even close.

I don't know.
There's just something about him.

Just sucks he had to show up
on my last night.

Stop reminding me. Seriously, Kelly,
I'm gonna miss you so hard.

I mean, I want you to go. I really do.

But it's just not gonna be
the same without you.

So come with me.

Kelly, I can't. I'm just not like you.

God, sometimes you just
have to take the plunge.

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

- We've had a few too many tonight.
- Well, that's the way I like 'em.

And you... the one that got away.

Not this asshole again.

Asshole?

Melissa.

Melissa. Hey. Hey.

Melissa, no. Please, God.

Melissa. Melissa, please.

Come on. You and I are about
to have a lot of fun.

Come on, girl. Come on.

- Help! Help me!
- Come on, let's have it.

- Please help me!
- Come on, honey. That's the spirit.

- What should we do with you tonight?
- Get off of me!

Get off of me! No.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

I want this face to be the last thing
you remember before you die.

Send in a sweeper team.

Tell Reiner I want them both back
in service by tomorrow night.

You know, that's a two-day turnaround.

We have a hedge fund team
flying in from New York.

I want every resident
that's operational to be in the field.

Jesus.

I hate when they do that.

Bet you never saw anything
like this in grad school.

It looks so real.

That's because their flesh, their skin,

most of their internal organs are real,

made from genetically cloned
human tissue.

There's more of her living than not.

Can they hear us?

Technically they can.

They just don't have muscle control
until I switch it back on.

They look and act like humans.

They even have real emotions.

But at the end of the day,
they're still just artificials.

They believe they're every bit
as human as we are.

It makes their reactions genuine,

which gives our clients the most
realistic experience possible.

As far as Kelly there is concerned,

she's living a perfectly normal life...

that of a bartender
in a lively night spot.

This is her last night before
she leaves to pursue her dreams.

Why her last night?

It puts her in a festive,
celebratory mood.

It's fun for the clients.

No detail has been spared.

Well, I'll say that illusion
has been shattered.

Only temporarily.

The identity bracelets aren't just there
to distinguish residents from clients.

They send a pulse every night,

which erases the last 24 hours
from their memory.

The artificials live their lives
in a continuous loop,

repeating the same day over

and over again.

So tomorrow, when she wakes up...

It'll be like it never happened.

Kelly.

Wake up.

Kelly.

It's time to wake up.

- You made me breakfast.
- It's your last day.

I want it to be perfect.

You didn't have proper authorization
to go in there.

I had a warrant.
Is that not authorization?

Look, you know as well as I do
that you could have got him upon exit.

But no, you had to go in there
and cause a big scene.

Julian Michaels and that resort

provides half the tax revenue
that keeps this city going.

And in return... in return

we show him a little cooperation.

Come on, Roy. This isn't the first time.
What is it with you and that place?

They're not real people in there.

Here.

Here's a real person
for you right there.

That's the girl that Hollister raped and
murdered after hanging out in that place.

You know, people go in there, they get
their freak on, they do whatever they do.

And then they keep going in there,
and then they keep going in there,

and then they bring
that shit out in the real world.

It feels normal to them, you know?

And who gets to clean it up?

We used to be cops.

I'm a garbage collector. I used to be
a cop. I'm not a cop anymore.

I'm a fucking garbage collector
since that fucking place opened up.

It needs to be shut down.

Don't go in there, Roy.

You go in there, I can't protect you.
I'm tired of covering for you.

How much are they paying you?

Kel.

- Really? You gotta be kidding me.
- Come on.

It's your last night in this shit box.
Let's make the most of it.

To your last night on the job.

To my best friend.

Come on, girl. That's the spirit.

Kelly?

- Come on.
- Kelly?

Kelly, are you all right?

What the hell?

Sir.

What've you got?

6126... she's showing
irregular cortical activity.

Looks like she's bleeding through
from some unallocated memory banks.

She's experiencing flashbacks?

- I've never seen anything like this.
- Neither has she.

What's that, bitch?

Somebody call a doctor!

- Reboot her.
- She's in population.

- Reboot the entire grid.
- All right.

Packet sent, 6126.

- How many in the area?
- 37.

I want this face to be the last thing
you remember before you die.

- She's not receiving.
- Pick her up.

Why would you put the rings
on a caged bird?

- I'm so over this costume bullshit.
- Where am I?

It's all just role-playing.
Gotta help sell the fantasy, right?

They should just install
on/off switches on these things.

Get off me!

Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll be back
on your knees before you know it.

We've got a live one.

Strap her in.

Come on.

Sit down.

You'll be okay.

I've got her from here.

I know you must be confused

and scared.

But trust me...

We'll have everything back
in working order.

- Here we go.
- Are you a doctor?

I'm an engineer.

Close your eyes for a second.

The flashes you've been experiencing...

those are little snippets of memory...

memories which were
supposed to be erased.

You see, when you delete
something from a computer,

it doesn't actually
destroy the information.

It just removes
your ability to access it.

Take a look for yourself.

In order to figure out
what's going wrong here,

I have to restore all of your
memories and erase them

one by one.

I'm not gonna lie to you,

this is gonna hurt like hell.

- No.
- Come here.

- Get off me!
- Stop. Stop.

The life you've lived.

No! No!

- Stop.
- Easy.

- Make it stop.
- Easy.

- Take her with you.
- What's going on?

- Now, go.
- Wait, what's going on?

Stop it.

Hey, stop right there.

Freeze!

Stop right there.

Stay on her. Move it, move it.

Give me a head count on non-residents.

Folks, please get to holding.
This way, please.

Thank you. Someone will tell you
what's going on there.

This way, please.
Victims' holding is that way.

Roy, what are you doing here? I thought
the captain told you to steer clear.

I heard this place was gonna blow.
I didn't want to miss it.

A cigarette?

No, pal. You know I quit.
Don't bust my balls.

Glorioso, come on,
get these people to holding.

- I got it.
- What's going on?

We're thinking some kind of bomb
ripped through the gas lines

along the exterior of the resort here.

- Yeah?
- A chain reaction.

- Most likely religious extremists.
- Unit 216, what's your status?

Sure it wasn't some guy, some asshole

paid for the fantasy of blowing this
fucking place to the ground?

- Hey, we got eyes on Julian Michaels?
- From what I hear, he's still at the helm.

Get me clearance, will you?
I'm going in.

You shitting me, right?

Come on, Roy.

- Come on, man.
- Yeah, I got you covered.

Get back to work. Don't let me stop you.

He's gonna be the death of me.

6126 cannot be detected
till the system is back online.

If the word gets out

that one of our people
is out there on the streets...

an artificial killing people...

Understood.

Detective Tedeschi is here.

Just stick to the story.

- Detective.
- Roy.

- Julian.
- Julian Michaels.

Correct.

Somebody blew a hole
in your little hole in the wall here.

Well, I'm sure you're aware
that the fundamentalists

have been threatening to attack
this building for quite some time.

Yeah. I can't figure out how they'd
get away with something like that though,

with all the security
and the cameras you got here.

I mean, look at all these monitors.

You know, I have some friends
in the police department who...

let me know that you're not very happy
with what we do here at my corporation.

Oh, no, I love it here. You know why?

This is the only place I know

that any scumbag in the world
can get into paradise.

The only problem is they have to come
through my city to get into yours.

You would think
that if you created a place

where people could come
and they could...

they could commit any crime
they could think of,

just any fucked up thing
that comes into their head,

they could get it out of their system

and they'd become
better citizens, you know?

But you know what turns out,

the exact opposite is true.

These people get a taste
and they just...

can't get enough.

It's pretty cool, isn't it, Roy?

Can I take a look at your crime scene?

My men are already in there,
working on the scene now.

I wouldn't want anything to...

what's the word you use in your business
when you mess something up?

- Contaminate?
- Contaminate.

We wouldn't want you to contaminate
the crime scene, all right?

But I really do
appreciate you coming by.

My guys will handle it.

- I'll be seeing you...
- Yeah.

- Julian.
- Thanks, Roy.

The time is now 11:45 P.M.

Curfew will be enforced in 15 minutes.

All citizens
are to get off the streets...

The time is now 11:45 P.M.

Curfew will be enforced...

The second pass tonight.

Whenever there's an attack
on that place... martial law.

- I've never liked that place anyway.
- Like you could afford to be inside.

Hell, you don't know of anybody
who's ever been in there.

Like you do.

Excuse me, sir.
I could really use a drink.

I'll take that one, Paulie.

Make it two vodkas.

Looks like you've had a rough ride.

Here you go, Romeo.

Now what else can I help you with?

You know, I think it would be better
for both of us if you just leave me alone.

Well, that's not how it works.
See, around here, when a man...

Excuse me, sir.
Can you turn that up, please?

...as long overdue.

However, Julian Michaels,
CEO of Vice industries,

vowed that it would open in 24 hours.

What do you say to critics who have
long advocated for the closure of Vice?

Well,

Yeah, you could argue that some
of the things that we do here

could be considered criminal
in the real world.

But I would say that
they're missing the point.

You see, that's the hook.
That's why people come to this facility.

It's just pure entertainment.
We're simply offering up the opportunity

to experience a life completely outside
the realms of possibility.

And although we've built the residents
to look and act and feel like real people,

they're not flesh and blood
like you and me. So I ask you,

what's the harm in having a little fun?

In the meantime, a bizarre sight
in the wake of the closure...

a row of decommissioned residents,
their digital lives on hold.

To our audience, we apologize...

Curfew is now in effect.

Patrol has now begun. Patrol...

Hey!

- Where are you going?
- I told you, I'm not interested.

- Well, that drink wasn't free.
- Will you just please leave me alone?

I will, when I get what I want.

Get off of me!

Kelly.

Kelly.

I know you're afraid.

I know you feel lost and alone.

But you need to come with me,

for your safety

and for safety of those around you.

- Who are you?
- I'm the only friend you have left.

Hey, stop right there.

I'd recommend dropping that,
if I were you.

Kelly, listen to me.

I'm here to protect you
from people like this...

people who will want to cause you harm.

They're not like us.

What?

Kelly.

It's okay.

Everything is gonna be just fine.

Get her!

Everyone on me.

Kelly.

Kelly.

This is your last chance
to come with me.

I promise you you won't be harmed.

Kelly.

Kelly, "I know why
the caged bird sings...

"When he beats his bars
and would be free.

"It is not a Carol of joy nor glee

"but a prayer that stems
from its heart's deep core."

Kelly.

I know how the caged bird feels.

You're only gonna get deeper
and deeper into the rabbit hole.

And there are many ways
to flush out a rabbit.

Pick your targets.

On my count.

Five.

Kelly. Four.

Three.

Two.

Light it up.

Hold!

Run, rabbit, run.

There.

Kelly.

6126 is back on the grid,

heading into the city.

Have your team stay on the girl.

The grid's online.

I need you here
for full tactical support.

Understood.

Let's move out.

Come on.

Yes! There he is.

Better be good.

I should have known
they'd put you on this.

Here, they didn't have
that artificial shit you like.

Yeah, well, I like cancer.
Tell me this isn't just coffee.

What do we got?

It's is a total fucking cluster.
You're gonna love it.

A professional job gone awry.

From what we've pieced together,
our Vic here

took a couple dozen rounds
from multiple assailants

while defending himself with... this.

A knife to a gunfight?

You don't know the half of it.
Whoever these guys are,

they have the latest in military hardware.
It's not magic. These shell casings...

untraceable,

not a single identifying mark.

And the bullets themselves...
they shredded upon impact.

- You have an I.D. on this guy?
- Yeah.

Keith Williams... a great guy.

A long list of priors, nothing major...
basic assault shit,

a pair of drug offenses.

We pulled a D.N.A.
swab from his fingernails.

It's gonna take
a couple hours to process.

- No drugs? Nothing on him?
- No.

Doesn't sound like the kind of guy
you'd bring out the stealth team for.

Yeah, he wouldn't be top of my list.

This guy probably got caught
in the crossfire.

Detective.

- Got something for you.
- What you got?

A bartender around the corner says the
victim followed some girl out of the bar

just a few minutes before
this thing went down.

- You got a description?
- It's spotty at best.

Early 20s, blonde,
a real looker apparently.

She sounds dangerous.

Get that... get that digital guy
and see if you can get a rendition, okay?

- All right. Copy that.
- All right.

All right, boss.

Let's get these bozos to work.

Who's got an estimate
on the time of death over here?

Hello.

Hello.

You've come a long way.

Wait a minute. I know you. You're...

I'm an old friend.

We don't have a lot of time.

Give me your hand.

I know you can't see this now,
so you'll just have to trust me.

- Hold still one second.
- Wait, what are you doing?

There we go.

This is how they track you.

- How?
- All of the residents like yourself

have them installed. But you've
been programmed not to see them.

Come with me.

I want to show you something.

This is the only sanctuary I could
find this close to the city walls.

People tend to avoid churches
when they're living their lives

in a state of perpetual fantasy.

My God.

My wife,

Michelle.

No matter how many hours
and days I spent trying to...

stop the spread of that disease...

There was nothing
I could do to save her life.

Why does she look exactly like me?

Because I designed you in her image.

All right, Stace, I need you to...

pull up all the surveillance footage
in the closed-circuit cameras

that show the exterior of Vice.

- Has this been approved?
- You need a hall pass, Stace?

Okay, detective.

I want you to...

find that explosion that happened.
Go back to 9:30

and scroll through. It should have
happened at about 10:00 last night, right?

Copy that.

Where does all this footage
come from anyway?

This is a municipal system set up
on one of our relay towers.

Oh, yeah? What's a relay tower?

- You know what a relay tower is.
- All right, let's find the explosion now.

Just scroll through it.

There's nothing there.

What do you mean,
there's nothing there, Stace?

The image is everything.
I want you to find it.

Well, like I said, there's a cut in the feed
between 9:30 P.M. and midnight.

It's like the system
went offline or rebooted.

You mean, that's what these little
time codes are, the way they skip?

In other words, somebody hacked
into the system and deleted everything.

Well, that's not possible unless they had
access to the root database.

Roy! I gave you strict orders
that you're not authorized

to go anywhere near that facility.

And then I find out
from the officer in charge

that you entered that facility without
approval and questioned Julian Michaels?

I don't know, it wasn't really a questioning.
I think it was more like a conversation.

- Give us a moment, please.
- Sure.

- Yeah, thanks, Stacey.
- All right.

Oh, here, you forgot your cookie.
You want it?

I want it.

All right.

Was I not clear?

Yeah, but check this out.

Don't you think it's a little odd

that the most well-guarded facility
in the Western hemisphere

has no surveillance footage
of the exterior of the building

between 9:30 and midnight
the night of the explosion?

Check it out. There's a missing piece.
It's like... it just like disappears.

It's gone. It's missing.

All right, I've had about enough
of this shit.

- I've had enough of this fucking shit.
- Right.

You were assigned to a homicide
case on the West Side.

Yeah, which I should be investigating.

So what the hell are you doing,
looking at stuff that doesn't concern you?

Defending the greater good?

You're a good cop, Roy,

but you're one step away
from losing your badge.

Oh, look, it's right here.

Any time you want it, cap,

come and get it.

Come and get it.

Roy, I've got something for you.

Yeah, talk to me.

Got the results back on the D.N.A. swab
off the victim of the alley shooting.

The bartender was right.
We're looking for a girl in her early 20s.

The bad news is she's already dead.

Already dead? I don't get it.

Michelle Lund, died nearly
five years ago of cancer.

- You got a history on her?
- No, we tried, we don't got much.

I got you an old address
for a next of kin... Evan Lund.

- Send it to me.
- All right.

Here you go.

Thank you.

How did all this come about?

When we first introduced the technology,

the people panicked.

It was just too real.

They could never allow you
into the real world.

So they passed a law banning all A.I.

Then how did I end up where I did?

I started building you
as a side project.

I didn't have any kind of plan.
I just...

wanted to spend another five minutes
with the woman that I loved.

And Vice?

Julian Michaels...

This guy...

he somehow talks his way into
getting a special license

to operate artificials in the strictly
controlled confines of Vice.

You gotta believe me, the second
that I found out what his plan was,

I tried to shut it down, walk away.

But he had a controlling interest
in the company, so he seized everything,

including you.

And all my memories, everything I feel?

Listen, you have real emotions,

but they're built on the fragments
of someone else's life.

I don't understand.

The human experience...

it's really the only thing
that separates us from machine.

So by limiting those experiences
to a select few,

Michaels is able to control the units...

nurture versus nature.

But you could have been so much more.

So we had solid tracking on her position
until she reached this point here.

Then 6126 fell off the grid.

It can't happen.
Charlie, let us have it.

- Did you check the presets?
- Yeah. Take a look.

That's from her last day.

She's an artist.
It's part of her character shading.

Yeah, that's what I thought. But there's
no template for this particular image,

meaning she created it herself.

That's not possible.

It's a real temple.

We cross-checked the location against
our records and we got a hit.

Her genetic designer lives there.

Evan Lund.

I remember you.

It wasn't just the one time
we saw each other.

Really? What's in it?

It's not bad. It's not bad.
I would like to see you again.

Michelle, this place is perfect.

You gotta see this. Come on.

This might be hard for you
to understand,

but I lost the most important thing
in the world to me.

I know I was just
torturing myself, but...

There were days when I...

I would miss her so much,

it would almost feel like
I was drowning.

And then I would come
and see you and it was like, "Okay,

I can breathe again."

What are you doing?

You can't be too safe.

There's a place where we can go,

we can blend in, and no one
would ever know you existed.

- Where?
- In the Caribbean, called St. Helena.

It's a tech-free zone.

How would we get there?

I know a guy who can
hack us into the grid.

Hello!

This is the police.

Take this.

My name is detective Roy Tedeschi,

with Metro police. Is anybody here?

- Hello!
- How can I help you, detective?

Hi.

Yeah, I'm looking for a guy
named Evan Lund.

Sorry, there's nobody here by that name.

Well, maybe you can help me
with something else. I'm...

looking for a girl. She was seen
in this area a couple of hours ago.

She has blond hair,
very pretty, mid-20s.

You think somebody
like that would be here?

Sorry. This is a place of worship.

Oh, is that right?

Anything else I can help you with?

You wouldn't mind if I imprinted you
before I left, would you?

Yeah, sure.

Great.

Yeah, it's just part of the job,
you know... a routine imprint.

- God!
- Yeah, that's gotta sting like hell.

Yeah, and let me tell you, pal, I had
that fucker on the lowest setting, okay?

So let's not fuck around.
Let's not fuck...

I haven't seen one of those
since the academy.

Now let's be straight with each other.
Where's the fucking girl?

- I don't know.
- Don't fuck with me. Show me where the girl is.

- Where's the fucking girl?
- I don't know what...

Get in the car.

Down. Stay down.

All right, come on.

- It's just up here.
- Wait a minute. What are we doing?

Just leave it.
It's the only way they can track us.

It's confirmed...

all three of our men are down.

- What about the girl?
- Nothing on 6126.

We'll track her the other way...

microwave emissions.

When artificials process fuel, they emit
tiny amounts of microwave radiation...

not much, but we should
be able to detect it.

We've already drawn too much
attention to ourselves.

And now civilians have fallen
into the line of fire.

Collateral damage.

When you look at the pyramids,
you think about the pharaohs,

but the pharaohs are all dead now.
Fuck that.

This facility is just
the tip of the iceberg,

a test bed for technology.

Eventually people
will get used to the idea.

It's for military, law enforcement.

The applications are endless,

but not if we're exposed.

Send this out to your team.

Stay on Tedeschi.

He's the one man that wants this
as badly as we do.

Understood.

Give me that. Ever seen a bullet
casing before? It's a 223.

Nobody goes up there but me.

Get these bodies out of here.
They're starting to stink.

Give me everything
you have on Evan Lund.

I'm on it now.

A mad scientist.

Looks like our guy was some kind of

biomechanical engineer.

Yeah, and I'm seeing it on my end.

Worked for a robotics firm that was
bought out by our friend Julian Michaels.

An interesting turn of events.

I've got some links here to some military
research he did back in the day on A.I.

Send it to me.

I'm gonna upload an image
of this girl to you now.

Copy that.

Where are you taking her?

- This is where your friend lives?
- Yeah, just up here.

Evan, why are you doing this?

I got you into this mess.
I'll get you out.

- Hey.
- Evan.

James, good to see you again.

- This is Kelly.
- Kelly.

Is this the girl
you were telling me about?

Yep.

Now why would you want
someone like that to disappear?

I thought you said
you were a computer expert.

Is that...

- better?
- A little bit, yeah.

So what's the deal? Why is getting her
out of here so important to you?

Well, she's a...

- I'm an artificial.
- Yeah.

- You're serious?
- Serious.

Holy shit. You're serious.

- You freaking stole one?
- I didn't steal her.

James, don't make it weird, okay?

This is just...

this is amazing. It's...

I'm glad you're enjoying it.

No, you don't understand.
You see, I've...

I've... I've never seen one
this close before. I mean,

not like this.

Do you know what would happen
if anyone got wind that she escaped?

Yes, that's why we're here.

- Her name is Kelly, okay?
- Kelly.

You...

you know what you are?

How does that feel?

- I thought you said this guy was a genius.
- Only with computers.

So are you gonna help us out?

James.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

But I swear to God, Evan, this is
the last time. After this, we're square.

Deal.

You...

you follow me.

I'm so sorry.

An artificial.

Wow, James, I really like
what you've done with the place.

It doesn't look like much,
but it gets the job done.

A little trick of the trade... you see,

most modern systems were built
to leave behind a fingerprint.

But these older models...
they can still hack into the grid

without leaving behind
the standard imprint.

Okay, first things first...

Let's get rid of the old Kelly.

- Model number?
- 6126.

6126... technical file,
history, case maintenance,

etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Delete, delete, delete. Delete.

You are no more. Outside of the people
that already know about you,

you don't exist.

Now what?

I make you reappear.

Your new name is Megan.

No, Jennifer Washington.

Passport renewed last January,
cleared for travel.

- Where are we off to?
- St. Helena.

- Tech-free?
- You know it.

Okay, commercial flights...
too much security.

So we've got charter flights.

Not available.

Other vessels.

Here we go. The lady Anna,
departing to St. Helena tonight.

I'll backtrack the reservations
so you can't be scrutinized.

But your departure is
90 minutes out from pier 62.

Wow.

James.

They've been tracking me too.

Clear the slate?

- Do it.
- Yeah.

Done.

Kelly,

we could give you an upgrade.

An upgrade?

Yeah, we could download
any skill set that you want.

- And you could do that?
- Oh, yeah.

If you wanted us to, yeah.

No, I don't.

Suit yourself.

Come with me.

The safest way to get you guys
to the docks

is with something that will blow out
their thermal imaging.

- Nice.
- This ought to do it.

I want this back.

It's nice to want things.

- You know where to find it.
- Yeah.

All right.

We're in position, standing by.

Do you have eyes on the detective?

There.

Right there. Tap us in.

You're telling me within an hour
of running a search,

everything we've got on these two
has been deleted from the system?

It's like they never even existed.

Hey, I want you to run these down
to Matthews. Get it down there now.

Okay, let's try something else.

Is there any way to look for somebody
who's been added to the system recently?

Come on, Roy. Those parameters
could take days to track.

Yeah, well, narrow it down.

- How?
- I want you to look at St. Helena.

I got a feeling about that.
You still got that image I sent you?

Yeah, of course.

All right,

I want you to run an image capture
using that image.

She might be able
to change her identity,

but she sure as shit
won't change that face.

All right? Get back to me.

- We've got movement on our primary.
- Stay on him.

All right, Roy,
I think we got a hit on our girl.

You think or you know?

Well, there is a very close resemblance.

Close? That's not good enough, pal.
We only got one shot at this, come on.

All right, we've got a cargo ship
off the coast.

It's making a run to St. Helena.

A passenger in the manifest
looks like our girl.

All right.

Where?

She's gonna be picked up
at pier 62 in less than 20 minutes.

You want backup on this?

No, I'm gonna go it alone.
And Matthews...

Yeah?

Nobody in the department
knows I'm there. Got me?

Yeah, man, I hear you.

Just stay close to me.

They should be here any minute.

Are you okay?

What are you thinking about?

St. Helena.

I've never been to the ocean before,

not even in my memories.

You're gonna love it.

Why? Did Michelle?

No, because it's the ocean.

Everybody loves the ocean.

You know, you could come with me
if you want to.

No.

I can't.

You and I have both
been living in an illusion.

It's time for us to go live
in the real world.

All right, lovebirds.
Hey, hey, take it easy now.

It's a big gun. It's a sig sauer,
with a compressor on.

In fact, why don't you guys turn around?

Look, you don't have to do this.
She's not gonna hurt anybody.

I know, I know.
You're in love with a robot, but listen,

the people who are after you are not
gonna let you just walk away, pal.

So what? So she gets defragged,

or worse, reprogrammed, sent back
to Vice as a cheap pleasure model?

Confirmation on 6126.

I'll tell you what I do.
I'll put her in protective custody

like a real person, all right?
Till I can prove that real lives were lost.

Then we'll have a chance
of taking this place down.

Open your eyes, detective.
Just look at her.

She's evolving. She's changing
with each new experience.

Then she'll learn what it's like
to be in jail. Turn around.

Get back.

Get her down!

Evan.

It's okay.

You can still go.
You can still make the ship.

No, no, no, I'm not leaving you.

Michelle.

It's not every day
one gets to meet his maker.

I'm sorry.

Look, the way I see it,
you got two choices, okay?

You can run. I won't stop you.

I know you didn't kill anybody.

Or you can come with me.

Now if you really are more human
than a machine,

maybe there's a way we can...
we can take down Vice once and for all.

I need two things... an upgrade
and a reservation to Vice.

Oh, man.

I take it I'll receive full immunity
if you ever come calling again?

Why don't we...

Let's just make it one of them things
that never really happened.

That's even better.

Now this... you interface this
into the mainframe host,

it's gonna restore the memory
of every artificial in that resort.

- Plug it in and hit the button?
- Plug it in and hit the button.

Do you have any idea what's gonna happen
when they start reliving their past?

I do.

Washington,

Jennifer and Steve.

She's Steve. I'm Jenny.

- Have you guys stayed with us before?
- We sure have.

Well, in that case,

unless you have any questions
for me, you're all set.

Would you take this for me?
It's not my brand.

Sure thing.

Give me 10 minutes
and you'll be all set.

Okay, Steve.

Sorry, ma'am, this area's off-limits.

Whoa, whoa. Ma'am, ma'am,

Easy. That's a live weapon.
I need you to put...

Boo.

Look who's come home.

Welcome back, Kelly.

You should have just let me go
when you had the chance.

Go ahead and shoot me.

I'll make it even easier.

Just pull the trigger.

Just a little pressure.

I'll come closer for you.

It's just a little failsafe
that we had built in a long time ago.

You see, that's the one thing
the original creators never considered...

protecting man from machine.

But only a select few of us
are deemed important enough.

Strap her in.

Tomorrow...

everything will be just like
the way it's supposed to be.

Proper order will be set.

By the time you wake up from this nap,
you'll be right back where you started from.

Hey, I'm looking for the...

- the control room.
- Do you have an access badge?

I've got it in my badge right here.

Hey, listen up!
Anybody who wants to live,

leave now!

Except for you, pal. Sit down.

All right, you want to
make it into bed tonight?

You're going to do
exactly what I tell you, okay?

I want you to take this, upload it
into the mainframe system here.

I... I can't. I don't have access.

- You got access now?
- Okay, just... just hold on.

There was a... there was a girl
with a guy. Where did he take her?

- Engineering.
- Engineering? Where is that?

- Where is that, pal? Point.
- Third... third floor.

Jesus Christ. This can't be right.

Oh, it's right, all right.
Hit the button. Hit it. Make it...

What the...?

Drop your weapon!

No, wait. I'm not...

They're all self-aware.
Did you consider a failsafe for that?

Shut it down.

I can't get in. It's not letting me in.

Yes, sir, we have officers en route.
We're doing the best we can, sir.

Sir, sir, I'm gonna need you
to stay calm.

Get the fuck out of the way!

We've got confirmation from sources
inside the resort, all right?

There's artificials going haywire.
They're attacking guests inside.

Jesus Christ, this is not happening.

Yes, we have R.E. units
holding on the perimeter.

Why are they holding?

'Cause we got no authorization
to go in there, captain.

- Son of a bitch.
- ...Alan Sykes, back on the scene.

- Jesus, look at that.
- Alan, do you hear me?

- Scramble the S.R.T.
- They're still holding at pier 62.

Make it happen. I want every
officer we have in the area

- diverted to that facility right now.
- I'm on it.

Oh, shit.

You did it. You actually got in,
you son of a bitch.

It's the end of the line for you.

Now you know what it's like
to be one of your own victims.

Get out of here! Go!

Initiate the kill switches.
Do it now, every single one of them.

- I need more time.
- Just fucking do it!

Freeze! Don't fucking even move.

That's right.

All right, easy.

Nobody else has to...

All right!

Not so good at
following directions, are you?

I said, don't move.

You think anything's gonna change?
You think she's gonna change?

Tomorrow all this is gonna be
right back where it was,

and there's nothing
that you can do to stop it.

Nothing's gonna change.
None of this is gonna change.

You blew up half the city trying to get
this little genie back in the bottle.

It was always my city, Roy.

Not anymore.

Not bad for a robot.

Oh, my God.

They did it. They freaking did it.

The governor has asked all nonessential
personnel to stay clear of the area.

All civilians are advised
to stay away...

- My God, what's happening?
- It's okay. Everything's gonna be fine.

Welcome to the real world.