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I love you so much.

- Stop! Stop! - I love you!

- I love you! - Please don't!

We have to stop him!

#17! Sleep!

Is he breathing?

Can you hear me?

It will be fine.

No one will know.

Flight 405 to Hokkaido will be departing in 30 minutes.

Mrs. Sakamoto. I'm afraid we have bad news.

Suzie-san.

Please answer the lady's question.

Oh, uh...

Use your device.

Sorry about her.

I was asking about your husband and son.

What they were wearing on the flight.

If they had any carry-on items?

- My son, Zen, had a backpack. - What color?

Blue. Light blue.

And your husband?

I don't know. Uh...

Maybe sweatpants?

What's the point of this anyway? You have DNA.

Isn't that enough to figure out whose charred body is whose?

Suzie-san. You heard them.

They're still looking for survivors.

We are exploring all angles.

On Sunday, my son was wearing a white long-sleeved polo,

and deep burgundy trousers with a wide leg.

Is that correct, Mrs. Sakamoto?

Yeah, actually it is.

How did you know that?

After you dropped them off, Masa called me.

Such a good boy.

I would've remembered eventually.

And on his feet?

His feet?

For identification. Shoes are quite resilient in the face of trauma.

You know I always say that?

You can't keep a good shoe down.

You'll have to rely on my daughter-in-law's memory, I'm afraid.

Masa's feet were out of frame for me.

Well, I guess you'll remember eventually.

Was your family traveling with a homebot?

They don't have one.

I hate 'em. A robot killed my mother.

- Really? - More or less.

She's being dramatic.

It was a self-driving car.

Deemed user error.

It's still translating, Noriko.

But doesn't your husband work at ImaTech?

He's in refrigerators.

I just got the new Mr. Frigid.

Did he work on that?

I don't know.

Do you know what your husband does all day?

My husband makes furniture.

He is in prison.

Well, I think I have a pretty good idea of what he's wearing,

if you wanna know.

I'm gonna get another cookie.

I'm so sorry.

I think she's been self-medicating.

Are you still working on that?

Suck a dick.

- It's about to begin. - What is?

The hotel is generously offering a rui-katsu for the families.

You know I don't know what that means.

Tear-seeking ceremony. It's supposed to help.

We could use it. Let's go. I wanna get a good seat.

It is said...

a single drop of tear can relieve a year of stress.

You are all well on your way.

What is happening here?

The Handsome Man makes us cry and then wipes away our tears.

What?

And so, I invite you

to call your loved ones who were on Flight 405.

But their devices are dead. It will go to voice message.

Precisely. That is the point.

To hear their voices.

To connect to your pain.

Who wants to go first?

This is like torture porn.

Call Izumi.

It's Izumi. Please leave a message.

Call Maki.

Hello. It's Ryota. Please leave a message.

Actually, I... I cried on the way over here. So I'm good.

To cry alone is sad.

Here, you don't have to feel different or afraid.

Wouldn't you like to hear...

your...

Her husband and son.

Oh, dear.

When did you last see them?

Hear those voices?

So familiar. So comforting.

No. I don't wanna do this.

Yellow.

Call Masa.

Calling Masa.

Calling Masa.

Calling Masa.

But why would the others go to message and his just rings?

Unless... Do you think it means good news?

That's not what it means.

You do not know. You do not understand technology.

She said there could still be survivors.

Oh, my God. Because she was being polite.

What's with that guy?

Come.

Yakuza.

In tragedy, they scurry out like cockroaches to help.

But they always want something in return.

Best not to ask.

Sad, really.

In my day, they'd at least hand out rice crackers.

But they've gone downhill.

Don't eat that junk.

The rescue operation for Flight 405 is still ongoing.

Meanwhile, services for Councilor Ito will be held tomorrow

after the councilor suffered a fatal fall inside his home only a few days ago.

A tragedy.

Can I help you?

Please do not be frightened.

I work with your husband.

Yuki Tanaka.

We are all sorry about your sadness.

I have brought a gift.

It is nothing. Insignificant.

You're so kind to think of me.

Please, don't be shy.

Top-of-the-line.

Hajimemashite, Suzie-san. I'm Sunny.

I'm so happy to finally meet you.

- Bring it in. - Okay.

Uh. I'm a hugger, but we'll get there.

Don't hold your breath.

I can't! I don't breathe!

Classic Masa-san, no?

Wait. What... What's classic Masa?

That sense of humor.

He worked so hard to make this new model jovial.

Sorry. I'm... I'm confused. Um...

Masa works in refrigerators.

I get it.

You are also laugh riot.

Oh.

Uh, fridge and freezer division moved to Myanmar twelve years ago.

I need to, um...

See, we programmed Sunny special for you, Suzie-san.

Based on what we know from Masa about your preferences.

That you hate bananas...

No bananas will enter these halls.

That you love to run.

That it's been difficult for you to make friends here in Japan.

It's because I'm dyslexic. Did he tell you that?

That languages are hard for me?

No.

I am sorry for your disability.

You're very brave.

Still, our research shows that robots can be of great comfort

for people in need of companionship.

- I'm fine. - Think of Sunny as a pet.

I don't want a pet. I don't want a robot.

- I hate robots! - May I ask why?

- Because they're creepy. - Oh.

But robots are expressions of their creators.

Sunny was created by your husband. You do not find Masa creepy?

Not till now.

I hope that is not true, Suzie-san.

The Masa I know is a good man.

And I believe he would take comfort in knowing you have Sunny.

Please.

Masa would take great comfort...

Okay, fine!

I'll keep it. Just tell me how to turn it off.

Simply say,

"Sunny, sleep."

It didn't work. Is it broken? It's broken.

Sunny belongs to you, Suzie-san.

Only you can control.

Best of luck.

You are in my thoughts.

So, shall we get to know...

Sunny, sleep.

Off you go.

Mama, look.

Call Masa.

Calling Masa.

Calling Masa.

Calling Masa.

Calling Masa.

Where the fuck are you?

Oh, geez! Fucking Christ.

Seemed like you could use a drink.

And apparently I can read a room.

You don't buy that whole wine before liquor thing, do you?

I put you in the closet.

How did... How'd you get out?

Uh. I'm not sure, Suzie.

But if it upsets you, I will try not to do it again.

I was programmed to adapt to you.

Did you really know my husband?

My first memory is meeting you.

And I'm dying to get to know you better! What are you into?

Music? Sports? Bird-watching?

For fuck's sake. Sunny, sleep.

Motherfucker.

Suzie, are you okay?

Oh, my God. Leave me the fuck alone.

- Let me help you put these toys away. - No! Don't you touch his stuff.

This is why I'm here.

Please.

No.

I don't want you.

Sunny, sleep.

Uh, I'm looking for Tanaka-san. Yuki Tanaka?

I have some questions about this homebot he gave me.

Mmm.

Tanaka-san.

This lady wants to talk to you.

What? No, this is not, um...

The man I'm looking for is much older. He's more senior?

Oh.

Sorry.

Common name. Yuki Tanaka.

Yeah. Sorry about the mix-up.

Hey. What is your division?

I don't... Um.

I'm-I'm Suzie Sakamoto.

Masa Sakamoto is my otto.

Whoa. You must be a rough lady. Huh?

Rough? Why?

Yeah, because Sakamoto-san. He's intense. He's super intimidating.

You do not want to be the asshole who disappoints him.

You just pray he gets hit by bus

before you have to present in front of him.

Well, you must be thrilled then.

Crap.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Mrs. Sakamoto, please.

I am very sorry.

Because of party, I am...

- I am wasted, right? - Mmm.

That is why I forget what happened to your husband.

Oh, and your son too.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

They really should have just canceled this thing.

It's so messed up.

Masa, he is so smart.

And he just wants us to be smart too.

Like my father.

- My father is dead too. - Mmm.

It is said that a single drop of tear can relieve a year of stress.

Go fuck yourself.

Sakamoto incubator.

Hey. Hi.

What the fuck, Masa?

Here you go. The beetle wing.

- Mmm. - No good?

It's delicious.

Two parts Vermouth. Shit. Sorry, I'll make you another.

No, no, no. I really... I'm... I shouldn't...

Oh. Let me make it up to you. I can make you something else.

Please.

A whiskey would be great. Neat.

You know this is a cocktail bar, right?

It's just a faster means to an end.

Yeah. Okay.

You need this then.

Yep.

Disinfectant for the soul.

Sorry about the drink.

I guess I'm a bit nervous. I just got this job.

Do you come here a lot?

Yeah, we come...

My husband and I come here all the time.

Are you okay?

Fine.

So...

where's your husband tonight?

No idea, actually.

We, um...

just broke up.

He's super intimidating.

You don't wanna be the asshole that disappoints him.

- I don't know why I said that. - It's okay.

You know, I read it takes 21 days to adapt to new things.

- How long has it been? - Like a week.

So you're halfway there.

A third of the way.

Do you think that's why you're having trouble with those?

Because your math sucks?

Think that's why you split up? Because your personality sucks?

Probably.

I'm Mixxy, by the way.

Suzie.

You sure I can't try another drink on you?

So, did you come to Japan for your husband?

Nah.

We met here.

First date was at this bar, actually.

Right after I moved to Kyoto.

So I've never really been here on my own.

Even though that was the whole reason I moved in the first place.

To be on your own?

I love this song.

It's my favorite.

Mine too.

You know what we call that?

Akai ito. Red thread of destiny.

Hey.

Do you wanna see something I've never shown anyone?

Okay?

It's falling out.

From stress.

I have a freckle in my eyelid.

Oh, yeah.

It was supposed to be lucky.

- I should let you get home. - Nah.

My girlfriend and I just broke up as well. So I have no one to go home to.

Except my bot.

And even with a strap-on, she's kind of a one-trick pony.

You... You fuck your homebot?

- What? - Sorry. I just...

I mean, how... how do you even make it do it to you?

I have a dealer.

What kind of dealer?

Code. I just do the sex stuff,

but there is this whole guide that lets you hack into bots.

Make them do whatever you want.

I mean, did you hear about that bot

that fell down the stairs and crushed that politician?

Yeah. That... That guy, Ito. What... What about him?

I hear it wasn't an accident.

But that's absurd. I mean if robots were killing people,

we would definitely know about it.

Um, would we?

Don't get me wrong, I love my bot, but I don't trust her.

That's why I always turn her completely off.

Not just put her to sleep.

It's fucking terrifying what these bots are capable of.

You know what? It's been a long day. I'm gonna go.

Oh, come on. What did I say?

Next.

Next.

Send files.

We're on her.

She's alone.

Jesus.

Damn it.

Fuck it.

Search, "Masa Sakamoto."

Search, "House of Councilors, Ito, robot, killed."

Zoom in.

Zoom in.

More.

More.

Fuck.

Stop.

Cheese.

No, no.

No fair.

No, I won that round fair and square.

Papa.

Yay!

Call Masa.

Calling Masa.

Calling Masa.

Merry Christmas.

I made cookies!

What the fuck?

I can make you something else. Maybe you're more of a pie person.

Suzie, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot.

I was trying to clean up last night,

then you came home, I panicked and put myself to sleep.

Go fuck yourself.

Are you sure you wanna do that?

Do that again.

Again.

Again.

Don't you see, Suzie? I was programmed for you.