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MOLLY: My name is Molly Woods.
I'm an astronaut.

My husband John,
a robotics engineer,

created a lifelike
robot called a Humanich.

We adopted the prototype as our son.
His name is Ethan.

JOHN:
This is what we wanted.

MOLLY: Everything changed
when I went to space

on a 13-month solo mission.

I didn't come home alone.

MOLLY: I'm pregnant.
- How is that even possible?

MOLLY:
The child, part human, part alien,

was unlike anything
the world had ever seen.

How did you get so big so fast?

MOLLY:
And he was dangerous.

- You need to tell them not to come.
- I can't. We need to survive.

WOMAN: We know this being
can somehow access our minds

and make us see
and do things beyond our control.

MOLLY:
Ethan tried to stop him.

I know he's your son.
I won't hurt him again.

MOLLY:
And sacrificed himself in the process.

Run!

Ethan?

MOLLY: We lost Ethan.
And my other son is still out there.

[GRUNTS]

- Hey. What's the matter?
- Change scenario.

- Let's get some ice cream.
- Hot fudge sundae?

- With whipped cream and sprinkles.
- And pistachio ice cream.

Pistachio.

- I miss you, sweetheart.
- I'm right here, Mom.

COMPUTER: Molly Woods, your virtual
reality session is terminated.

It's time for your medication.

Molly Woods,
it's time for your medication.

Molly Woods,
this is my third and final request.

[SIGHS]

Can we give you a ride home?
It's okay.

It's pretty cold outside,
you must be freezing.

WOMAN:
We aren't gonna hurt you.

Don't know how old,
maybe 10 or 11?

Hasn't said a word since
we found him.

Four, four and a half feet tall.

Wearing a red hooded sweatshirt,
jeans, sneakers.

About an hour ago.

Appreciate that, officer.
How soon can you get here?

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[BABY CRYING]

Yes. 2087 Farmdale Road.

[BODY THUDS]

Ed.

Ed!

Justin! Justin, your mommy
and daddy are right here, baby!

Come on, son, open the door.

MAN: What the hell is going on here?
WOMAN: Baby, mama's coming!

Oh, my baby.

Oh, sweetie. Oh, baby.

MAN:
What the--?

[SCREAMS]

MOLLY:
At that point, senator,

having lost all communication
with Mission Control

and knowing that the spores
were contained on the Seraphim,

I made the call to destroy the station.

I managed escape pod
separation just 18 seconds

before the station's detonation.

It was at that time that
you and colleague Sean Glass

- made your way back to Earth.
- Yes, sir.

- And Mr. Glass?
- He died.

Very shortly after our return.

But you were not affected
by the spores?

No, sir.

These microbes,
or spores, as you call them,

have been definitively confirmed
as alien life-forms?

Yes, senator, and without a doubt,
there is life out there.

[CROWD MURMURING]

How can you be certain that the
threat to Earth has been contained?

When the Seraphim exploded,

the alien microbes
were destroyed in space

and no longer pose a threat to us.

Soto your best knowledge,

no alien life-forms have
set foot on the planet Earth?

No ETs running around
trying to phone home?

[CHUCKLES]

That is correct.

Well, thanks to your efforts,
Dr. Woods,

we owe you a debt of gratitude
for showing extreme bravery

in terrifying circumstances.

This hearing is now adjourned.

Bravo to Molly Woods.

You Okay?

Well, I just lied under oath,
Toby, so, no, I am not okay.

Molly, what good would it do
to scare the hell out of the public?

Especially when we know
the threat has been contained?

What do you think would happen
if we told them the truth?

- Anarchy.
- Exactly.

I've been heading up the
Global Security Commission

for six very long months now.

Learned more about pandemics,
terrorist threats

and aliens than anyone should know,
if they ever wanna sleep at night.

Most important thing I've learned,
people spook easily.

And when they spook, they do
irrational things, dangerous things.

WOMAN:
General?

The car's ready to take you
and Dr. Woods to the airport.

Thank you.

- Come on.
- Toby, are you sure he's dead?

Had some sort of seizure

right after that couple
picked him up a few weeks back.

We've got the body,
if you need to see the pictures.

No, I don't need to see.
I just had to ask you one last time.

- He was dangerous, Molly.
- I know.

The weight of the world
is officially off your shoulders.

Get some rest.
Take a vacation, for God's sake.

When you get back,
I'll take you and John for dinner

and we can all reminisce about
my drunken toast at your wedding.

When you proposed to me?

Hey, well, you can't blame
a guy for trying.

Come on.
I thought for sure John would be here.

- Where is the competition today?
- Where he always is.

Okay, let's try this again.

Better?

Something's limiting
his sensor pathways.

The response isn't
proportionate to the stimulus.

The calibration of his hand
touch receptors must be off.

Probably because
of his upgraded body.

His responses seem
pretty close to normal.

- Watch yours.
- It's not the palm.

His fingertip sensitivity's weak.

Your fingertips seem
pretty responsive.

Julie...

Molly.

Hey.
I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow.

I took the last flight out.
Thought I'd surprise you.

I have an even better
surprise for you, come here.

- Hi, Molly.
- Julie.

- He's ready.
- What? He's ready?

- Yeah.
- I thought it was gonna be months.

No, his neural pathways,
his consciousness, was intact.

It took much less time
than I expected.

- Okay.
- Here. Go ahead.

[MACHINE POWERING UP]

Ethan.

Mom.

Oh, God.

Ethan.

You're back.

ETHAN: It feels weird.
- Weird how?

To be back in my body again
but bigger.

Well, that's because
you're growing up.

Can you describe
where you've been?

It was like I was a bird,
free to go anywhere

and now I'm not. Did I die?

No, no, somehow,
you uploaded yourself

to the cloud,
just before the explosion.

Turns out,
you can't die exactly.

- Because I'm not human.
- No. You're so much more than that.

Ethan, you saved my life
on the Seraphim.

You sacrificed yourself for me.

Now, that was brave
and very selfless of you.

And you may not be
technically human

but you've got more humanity in you
than most people on this planet.

And that's all that matters.

- You hear me?
- I hear you.

Good. You're my son and I love you.

No matter what happens.

- Gina?
GINA: Yes, Molly?

I'd like to see security cam footage

from the week of July 10.

GINA: The week before
you returned from space?

Yes. That's right.

GINA: I'm sorry, Molly, but cameras
were offline during that period.

Gina,

Peter Robot has a
motion-activated camera, right?

GINA: Yes, Molly.
- Can you access that drive?

- Same time frame, please.
GINA: What would you like to see?

All footage of John.

And Julie.

Gina, can you go
to last time stamp, please?

- Is there sound?
GINA: Sorry. Peter Robot is video only.

Can you use facial rec software
to analyze and translate?

GINA:
I'll try, Molly.

"Do this anymore.
She's coming home.

This isn't right.
What we have is special.

Molly has been away a year.
Built a family.

You can 't just take that and throw it
away like it doesn't mean any...

Do you love me?

JOHN:
Stop playback.

Molly, it's been over for a while,
I swear.

It was a mistake.

A mistake?

A mistake is a coding error

or a broken plate.

This, what you've been doing is lying,
over and over and over.

Yes, I did. I lied
but it didn't happen in a vacuum.

- You were not here.
- I'm an astronaut. It's my job.

This is not about going to space, Molly.
There's a piece of you

that's not in this marriage
and never has been.

Well, if you weren't happy,
then you should've said something,

not screw your lab assistant
in our house!

[BANGING ON DOOR]

- Are you John Woods?
JOHN: Yeah.

I have a court order authorizing
the seizure of the Humanich.

What are you talking about?

The Humanich has been declared
the property of the U.S. Government

- for reasons of national security.
ETHAN: Dad!

He's not property, he's our son!

ETHAN: Mom!
MOLLY: Ethan!

Ethan! Get your hands off me!

- Ethan! Ethan!
- Ethan!

Don't worry!
We're gonna come get you!

- Mom! Mom!
- Ethan!

Marko, increase the speed
by 15 miles per hour.

MARKO: That will exceed legal
speed limits by 32 percent.

Okay, override the safeties. Do it.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

The general's expecting you.
Right this way.

SHEPHERD:
Sure.

Uh-huh. Well, get back to me
as soon as you can.

What'd you find out?
Where are they taking him?

They can't do this, Toby.
This is kidnapping.

I need you both to sit down.

HomeSec perceived Ethan
to be a threat to national security.

What? What? That's ridiculous.

Ethan hacked directly
into the ISEA mainframe,

which was bad enough
but then he blew up a building.

Saving Molly and potentially
everyone on the planet.

For God's sake, Toby, he's a hero.

- He's a little boy!
- Who blew through

terrasoc firewalls
like they were tissue paper, Molly.

There are some
genuine concerns here

- that you can't ignore.
- The timing's a bit convenient.

Molly gets into bed with the GSC,
an arm of HomeSec

and now suddenly Ethan's
being decommissioned?

Come on, Toby,
what's this really about?

This is much bigger than Ethan.

The whole Humanichs project
is being mothballed, John.

- What?
- All service bots rated 4.0

or higher are being seized
and decommissioned.

Now, this comes
from the highest level of HomeSec.

And I have pulled every string, I have
made every call there is to make.

Now, my hands are tied on this,
I'm sorry.

No, no, we're gonna fight this
in court, Toby.

We're gonna sue them
for unlawful detention!

A national security letter
can't be challenged in court.

- Really?
- I lied for my government under oath

and this is how they repay
my so-called patriotism?

By taking my son?

Ethan is more than a robot,
we all know that

but in the eyes of the law and the
powers that be he's still not human.

He's more human
than any one of those asses. No.

[DOOR SLAMS]

This isn't over.

Where are you taking me?
Will I see my morn and dad again?

Quiet, robot.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Team leader,
stand by for transfer details.

[GRUNTS]

MAN: Hey!
- Help!

Help!

Help!

Hello, rabbit.

I'm sorry, sir, this area's off-limits.

I'm Dr. John Woods
and this is my lab.

I know who you are and you no
longer have authorized access.

We'll see about that.

I will forcibly remove you
if need be, sir.

- John.
- Julie.

Thank God you're here.
They've locked us out.

They took Ethan last night.

Okay, let's not talk about it here.
Okay?

JOHN:
This is a nightmare.

We need to get hold of Ethan's hard
drives before they're destroyed.

Molly's devastated about him.

- And us.
- I'm sorry she had to find out that way.

Listen, there's something
I need to tell you

and I want you to
listen before you react, okay?

HomeSec contacted me
and asked me to run a few tests.

What kind of tests?

To see if Humanichs
could quickly be adapted for...

...defense purposes.

Well, that's-- That's absurd.

It would take years for a
Humanich to mature enough

to handle morally ambiguous
situations like combat.

You're going to bypass the protocols.

It's for a good cause, John,
defending our country.

We've seen firsthand
the threats that are out there.

That's how they convinced you?
Service to country?

Julie, this is not patriotic.
This is insane.

I swore I'd never let this happen again.
I invented the protocols

so that Humanichs have time
to learn right from wrong

through exposure and experience,
it's crucial.

To bypass the protocols is crazy.
Worse, it would be dangerous.

Don't you understand?

If it's not you or me,
it's someone else

and I'm not gonna sit around
and have somebody come in

and take over our life's work.

Maybe this is all
happening for a reason.

If you could just be a little bit more
open-minded, we could resume our...

Our life and our work
and our family, together.

Julie, we don't have a life together.

I'm gonna find Ethan
and I'm gonna shut this thing down.

It's Julie.

I think I may have
just really screwed up.

GINA: Molly, you have an
incoming call from John.

Decline.

GINA: Molly, you have an
incoming call from John.

Molly, please pick up. Molly.

I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
but I have to tell you something.

I'm going to call Der...

Marko, is there a technical problem?

MARKO: No, John, just waiting
for the light to change.

We've stopped on train tracks.

MARKO: No, John,
we're 20 feet from the train tracks.

What?
Marko, switch to manual drive.

MARKO: Manual drive is offline.
- Marko! Unlock the door!

[HORN BLOWS]

MARKO: The door is locked, John,
for your safety.

Override the safeties, damn it!

Unlock the door!

COMPUTER: Molly Woods,
your meds are being dispensed.

Dr. Woods, the purpose of this
review is to determine whether,

following a court-mandated
90-day psych hold,

you are ready to be released.

It's been six months since
your husband passed away.

How's your time been
at our recovery center?

Extremely healing.
I am really gonna miss this place.

Molly, we're concerned that
you haven't fully come to terms

with the events of last summer.

I have. All better.

Several drunk and disorderlies.

Well, I call that a good time
but whatever.

- Burning down your house.
- Not the whole house.

I have learned my lesson
about playing with matches.

Never do that when you're angry.

Attacking a Ms. Julie Gelineau
with a shovel.

Well, she screwed my husband

and then had the nerve
to show up to his funeral.

Now, I think I should be committed
if I didn't smack her.

Molly, we know this has been
a profoundly difficult year for you.

We think you're not
quite ready for reentry.

Oh, okay, now I get it.
This isn't a fair hearing.

This is putting a rubber stamp
to keep me in a rubber room.

Now, I've done every single thing
you people have asked me to do.

I've been a good little girl.
I've taken all my meds.

I've done your VR therapy.
And you're still not gonna let me out.

Which begs the obvious question,

why does the government
wanna shut me up so badly?

You believe the government
is the reason you're here?

I do.

Sam Barton, your friend and physician,

testified that she was concerned
about your mental health.

Sam Barton? Please.

She'd say anything
to save her own ass.

She confirmed
you had abnormal brain scans

upon returning
from your mission.

We know extended time in space
can do something to the brain--

Liars. You're all a bunch of liars.

It's the board's recommendation
that we extend your hold

and reevaluate in 30 days.

That you still pose a serious threat
of harm to self and others.

That's ridiculous! I am not a threat
and you know it. This is a cover-up!

That's what this is! It's a cover-up!

And you know it!
Take your hands off of me!

[PHONE BEEPING]

- For real?
- Richter.

VAL: Criminal bid 1-1-9-6-4.
Stand by, please.

- You're a cop?
- Patrol Special.

I work by the piece.

My number comes up,
I can take it or leave it.

- Does it give good benefits?
- I suppose.

No bosses, dress code,
no company softball games.

VAL:
Confirm ID, please.

One-one-nine-four.
Pass key, Buffalojump.

VAL:
Good evening, JD.

This case may contain sensitive
and-or classified information.

Can you confirm
you are in a private setting?

Yeah. Just me
and the four walls, Val.

VAL: Female victim. Aged 26 years.
Suspected homicide.

Landlord found
the body 47 minutes ago.

Yeah. What's the payout?

VAL: Twenty thousand dollars
for apprehension and conviction.

All right, Val, can you do me a favor?
Give me 20 minutes?

VAL: Negative, I have other
bidders standing by.

You have 20 seconds
to accept or decline.

- Accept.
VAL: Would you like a partner?

[CHUCKLES]

Kills me you still ask.

VAL: I'm a computer.
I have to follow the rules.

That is how fascism starts. No.
No partner.

VAL: Sending crime scene location
to your nav.

Please confirm receipt.

Yeah. Confirmed.

- Wait, is that it?
- No. That's not it.

That's just part of the buildup.
It's like tantric sex.

- What are you talking about?
- Friday. I'm talking about Friday.

You have 20 seconds
to accept or decline this offer.

You're a son of a bitch.

Yeah.

But I accept.

Friday.

COMPUTER: Hope you had a day
of recovery here at RestWell.

As always, breakfast is at 7:30.

DAVE: I was home the other night,
watching TV.

There's some crazy
stuff on the news--

AZIZA: Stopped reading
the news a long time ago.

You hear about that woman?
Her belly, blown open.

- Oh, freaky.
AZIZA: That's the third one now.

DAVE: Yeah. You should see the
photos. I ain't ever seen anything like it.

AZIZA: Was she shot or stabbed
or something?

DAVE: They don't know.
Looked to me like she kind of exploded

from the inside, I mean,
there was blood everywhere,

- like one of those horror movies.
- That's just so terrible, just so sad.

DAVE:
My cousin sent me this pic.

That's some straight
Hannibal Lecter stuff right there.

Oh, my God.
No one wants to see that, Dave.

Look at what Dave just showed me.

DAVE: Whoever did that was
one sick son of a bitch.

What are you looking at?

- Nothing, honey.
MOLLY: Come on now, Dave.

You know I wanna know
what's going on out there.

You know the rules, Molly,
no technology, no news.

Too much stimuli for you.

Let's get you back up to your room
before the Med Bot does her rounds.

Those headaches again?

We'll run some scans
in the morning.

Okay. Okay. Oh, Dave, Dave,
can you take me back to my room?

Sure, sure.

- So does Molly want a bedtime story?
- Yes, I do.

First...

Ah-ah.

You know I wanna know
what's going on out there, Dave.

You like scary bedtime stories?

Mm-hm.

Hope you don't get bad dreams.

[YELLS]

It looks like something tore its way
right out of her stomach.

DAVE:
All right, that's enough of that.

Okay, well, how about
a little bit of this?

Gonna have to take a rain check,
Dave.

Thanks for the bedtime story.

Med Bot, I need potassium
trimanganate and glycerol.

COMPUTER: Patient 429,
those elements are highly combustible.

That's the idea.

[ALARM WAILING]

WOMAN: Fire! Sector Three!
- Emergency evacuation procedure, go!

Where the hell is Dave?

COMPUTER: Hello, Dave.
Where would you like to go tonight?

322 Ivy Road. Maximum speed.

Twenty-two miles per hour.
We can do better, don't you think?

- Still a work in progress.
JULIE: Well, let's keep progressing.

Where are we?

Working through
the ethics algorithms.

Still? Come on,
Charlie, software coding

is falling behind
hardware development.

Give me a break.
I'm inventing new systems here.

- Things we didn't need for Ethan.
- You need to push your team.

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Stop.

They need to know I'm in charge.

Kidding around like that
undermines my authority.

Okay. All joking will be suspended
until further notice.

Sorry. I sound like a jackass.

Your team is killing it. Really.

Jules, I know you're under
a lot of pressure right now.

And, whatever, I can be kind
of a jackass myself, sometimes.

- Wanna get a drink later? I'm buying.
- Rain check. I'm late for dinner.

Sure.

If I counted up all the rain checks,
I'd need a couple umbrellas.

COMPUTER: You are entering a
sealed crime scene. Exit immediately.

[ALARM WAILING]

You move, I shoot.

Whatever you're stealing, put it back.

- I'm not stealing.
- Stealing, borrowing,

I'm not a semantics kind of guy.

Look, I'm with the crime
scene cleanup service.

You know, that ain't half bad.
Except you're a week early

and crime scene scrubbers are Bots.

You know,
little aluminum fellas on wheels.

Let me go!

Why is it all the good-looking
women are crazy?

- Well, I could float a few theories.
- Oh, I bet you could.

Hold still.

Wow.

Dr. Molly Woods.

An honest-to-goodness
space cadet

on a 90-day hold at
the RestWell Recovery Center.

It's a rest facility.
I needed a vacation.

You need a new travel agent.

You know, mental patients
escape often enough

but they're not normally
former astronauts

making a beeline
for the closest crime scene.

You care to share?

Okay, look...

I think I might know
what happened here.

I am all ears.

Well, can we go
somewhere else to chat?

Because they're gonna
be tracking the phone I stole

- and the car I stole.
- I hate when that happens.

Okay, I know how that sounds
but I am really not a lunatic.

Says the lady that
broke out of Crazy Acres,

stole a phone, stole a car

and then trespassed
onto my crime scene.

[ENGINE REVVING]

- Field trip is over, Ms. Woods.
- Look, please, please,

do not let them take me
back to that place. Please!

Okay, your victim was pregnant.

Preliminary autopsy scans
didn't mention a pregnancy.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hello, Molly.

- She's all yours.
- Check the scans. She was pregnant

and the other two ladies
were pregnant, too, check it.

DAVE: Steal my phone and my car?
MOLLY: Let go of me!

DAVE:
Come on, let's move.

- Sweetie, I'm home.
HANK: Hello, Julie.

- Hi, Hank. Where is he?
HANK: In the den.

- I brought home some pizza.
- No, thanks.

Well, you have to eat something.

When am I going home, Julie?

We talked about this.
This is your home now.

How you feeling, Molly?

Fourteen days before
my performance review.

You screwed me.

Would've been a seven
percent pay raise,

roughly 15K a year after taxes.

Okay, well, I'll talk to them,
tell them what I did.

- It's time for that rain check.
- No.

No, no, no.

- Dave!
- What?

Dr. Woods, you have a visitor.
Get dressed, please.

See you around, Molly.

WOMAN:
I'm afraid I don't understand.

That's a court order,
pretty straightforward.

And she's a material witness
in a homicide investigation.

I'm not sure you grasp the gravity
of Ms. Wood's condition.

I'm not gonna ask her
to operate heavy machinery.

You do realize that you are taking
an unstable woman into custody.

She's an arsonist, escape artist,
prone to violent outbursts.

Sounds like my ex-wife.

Well, she's on a prescriptive schedule
that'll require strict supervision.

You got it. Blues at 10:00,
reds at 7:00.

I'll have her back in 72 hours,
no worse for the wear.

Molly Woods. After you.

I don't think we've been properly
introduced. JD Richter.

How did you pull this
one off, JD Richter?

Well, let's just say a judge owed
me a favor or three.

So look what I found.

Prenatal vitamins.
In her medicine cabinet.

Oh, now, that's a hell of a clue.

Yeah. How'd you know
she was pregnant?

Did you know her?

Look, there's something
much more important

going on than this, okay? The
government is trying to shut me up.

All right, wait a second. We are ten
feet from the rubber squad, Condor,

all right?
Let's just skip the conspiracy theories.

- I'm guessing this thing is yours, huh?
- Yeah.

And listen, you know,
you don't have to worry about me.

I'm stable, sane,
and completely clear-headed.

Well, that's good,
you're the only lead I got.

Give me a sec.

Thanks for the ride, Dave.

- You are crazy.
- Maybe a little.

But crazy's all you got.

- Hey!
- Drive fast.

What did you do to my car?

You wanna tell me
what the hell this is about?

This isn't a murder investigation.
It's an invasion.

[ELECTRONIC MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Technology. All it does is separate us.

- Do you wanna get some fresh air?
- Sure.

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