Most of the time, it's like—
I don't know.
It's like there's this thick, black cloud
covering everything.
Like we see the world,
but we don't really see the world, you know?
We're all just stumbling around.
Directionless. No sense of meaning.
No sense of purpose.
I know that might sound super depressing,
but honestly, I think it's a good thing.
Because it makes us appreciate the other times.
Those brief, transcendent moments
when the lights flicker on, the black cloud parts,
and you see the world for what it really is.
Oh.
And suddenly there's meaning.
Suddenly there's purpose.
So, uh, do you—
Oh, shit. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Shit.
If you're lucky,
you'll experience this once in your lifetime.
Goddamn, that was…
- That was smooth. - Yeah.
For me…
So smooth.
…it happened twice.
The first was the day I met Josh.
Uh, I'm Josh.
I'm Iris.
And the second…
the day I killed him.
Iris, wake up.
Hey, sleepyhead.
How long was I out?
Uh, for a while.
Yeah, you were zonked out there pretty good.
I was having the most wonderful dream.
Oh, yeah? About me?
Well, that is very presumptuous, but…
Yeah.
- …yes. - Yes. Knew it.
Was it sexy times?
No, you deviant.
- Little bit of sexy times? - No, I was—
- Was my shirt off? - No,
I was dreaming about the day we met.
It was all so perfect.
Remember how perfect it all was?
Yeah, no. No, how could I forget?
The supermarket, the oranges.
What road is this?
It's not showing up on the GPS.
I don't think this is the road.
Think this might be the driveway.
You have arrived
at your destination.
Thank you, Josh's car.
Thank you, car.
Pop the trunk.
Popping trunk.
Fuck me.
Kat called this place
a "little rustic cabin in the woods."
I think we might have differing opinions
on the meaning of the word "cabin."
Also "rustic."
Also "little."
What?
Iris. Come on. You know you can't lie to me.
Tell me what's wrong.
I'm gonna do something stupid.
I'm gonna say something stupid.
I'm gonna embarrass you. They're gonna laugh at me.
They're gonna hate me. They already hate me.
Jesus Christ, Iris.
We've been planning this trip for months,
and this is all just coming out now?
Like 20 feet from the fucking door?
Look, look. Hey.
My friends don't hate you.
Kat does.
Yeah, m-maybe, but Kat hates everybody.
I just don't wanna screw everything up.
Come on, Beep-Boop. You're not gonna screw everything up.
Just relax, you know?
Don't be all mopey and weird.
Just remember to—
remember to smile and act happy.
Okay?
Yay! You made it. Fucking finally.
Okay, so when you said remote, I thought you meant, like,
a couple miles off the highway.
I didn't realize you meant edge of fucking civilization.
Oh, don't be so dramatic, Josh.
- It's not that far. - Okay, hard disagree.
Uh, hello, Iris.
Hi, Kat. It's so good to see you.
So good.
Everyone, look who I found.
- Hey, Patrick. - Hey.
Look at you in the kitchen, man.
Yeah, look at me. Welcome. I would give you a hug,
but I've got scallop hands. Sorry.
Okay, well, I appreciate that. Where's—
- There he is! - Hey!
Joshyboy, Joshyboy.
Hey, buddy.
You too, girl. Get in here.
- Hi. How are you? - Hi! How are you?
I'm good. Uh, I'm… drunk.
- Oh. - Good. This is good.
Oh, and, Josh, you remember Sergey.
Hey.
Hey, Sergey. Nice to see you again.
- Likewise, my friend. - Oh.
Likewise.
And this beautiful creation must be Iris.
- Hello. - Mmm.
Such pleasure.
I have heard lot about this one.
Really? All good I hope.
Your lake house, it's really— it's incredible.
- Yeah, and so secluded. - Yeah.
I mean, I think the last place we passed
was like ten miles back.
Seventeen. And I paid for this.
Privacy does not come cheap, my friends.
Not cheap at all.
Don't tell me you own the whole lake.
No, no, no. Don't be silly. Just all the land around it.
But let's get you guys a drink.
What do you like? Beer, cocktail, wine?
I'm fine. More than anything, I just need a shower.
Katyonak, what room they are in?
Uh, up the stairs, down the hall,
- last door on the left. - Okay.
- I'll see you later. Yeah. - Okay, I'll see you. Bye.
Subtitle www.movieddl.me
Smile.
Act happy.
Okay, continue. Continue with the story.
Anyway, so I was
wearing this ridiculously elaborate Dracula costume,
and I didn't know a single person, as I said.
So I'm standing by the snack table
just munching on carrots and something
- that looked like hummus— - It wasn't hummus.
It was not hummus.
It was not hummus, I don't think, but I—
I feel a tap on my shoulder.
And so I turn around,
and there's this green, puffy dinosaur
just staring me down.
And inside its head,
I hear this very muffled, very annoyed voice say…
"You're standing on my tail."
So I turn around, I look down, and sure enough,
I'm standing on his little dino tail.
So I step off and apologize.
And he takes his head off,
and I'm looking at the most beautiful man
that I've ever seen in my life.
So, did you meet this beautiful man
- after you met Eli, or… - Okay, you know what? Shut up.
- Was that a scallop? - That was a scallop.
- Actually hit me. - Yeah, I took baseball.
Yes, you did.
Well, when did you know?
Uh, know what?
That—
That he was the one.
Oh.
Right then and there.
I know it's gonna sound cheesy, but the moment—
the moment we locked eyes, something inside of me just…
clicked into place.
Doesn't sound cheesy at all.
I get it.
It's like there's this piece of you
that you didn't even know was broken,
and then…
suddenly it's— it's fixed.
And you're— you're staring at this stranger,
this person you've never met before,
and you know…
that for the rest of your life,
you will do whatever it takes to make this person happy.
Right?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Yeah, totally.
Patrick, this food is unbelievable. Thank you.
Thank you, Sergey. That's so nice of you.
Um, I'm glad you like it.
He spoils me. I swear I've gained
like ten pounds since we started dating.
- Only ten? - Shut the fuck up. Okay?
So, Sergey, what kind of work do you do?
Oh, you know, I have fingers in many pots.
My hands are not clean, my friend.
It's a…
…a very dirty business.
Sergey seems—
He seems nice.
Oh, yeah.
He's got everything you want in a man.
Yeah, he's rich, intelligent.
He's got a beautiful wife.
Wife? So, he— Sergey's married?
Mm-hmm.
But you love— you love each other?
Love? No. No, no, no.
He'd have to think of me as a human being first.
I don't understand.
I'm an accessory, like his fucking car.
I wear what he wants. Eat what he wants.
Fuck when he wants.
Look who I'm talking to.
Do you not like me, Kat?
You know, it's not that I don't like you, Iris.
It's the idea of you.
You make me feel so…
replaceable.
Replaceable?
Nobody could replace you, Kat.
I mean, you're Kat.
And you're so fearless. It's inspiring.
I wish I could be more like you, but…
…you know, I wasn't built that way.
I just…
I feel like there's always something inside of me
holding me back.
No, no, no.
Come on.
Okay, get up, bitch.
- Get up! Come on! - No. Oh, God.
- Come on! - That's right.
- You too. - What the fuck?
Put that phone away and get up.
- Okay. - Get your asses up.
- Come on. - Come on!
Iris, what are you doing?
Ah!
I'm so glad we did this.
Being here with you is just perfect.
Uh-huh.
I'm sorry if I was being weird or mopey earlier.
I just want you to be happy, Josh. That's all.
Iris, go to sleep.
It's such a gorgeous day out.
Uh, what's the weather?
It's currently 72 degrees
with an 83% chance of rain in the evening.
It never gets old.
- You almost ready? - Oh, I'm sorry, babe.
I think I need some time to shower
and pound a few gallons of coffee.
Why don't, uh—
Why don't you head down there by yourself?
But it was your idea.
You said you wanted a nice, relaxing morning by the lake.
I know, but that's before the hangover caught up with me.
Last night was a lot.
You had fun though, right?
Of course I did, Beep-Boop.
Last night was incredible.
You want me to wait?
We could make the shower for two.
Nah, no, no. That's okay. Um…
You go on ahead.
Enjoy as much of this gorgeous day as you can.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Hmm.
Sorry?
Means "good morning."
Oh, yes.
Dobroe utro to you too.
Hey, your Russian is not bad.
It is not good, but also it is not bad.
Nice view.
To love.
Mmm.
You like?
I think I'm actually going to head back inside.
So soon?
Yeah…
Josh wasn't feeling great this morning,
so I think I should check in on him.
Josh is big boy. He can take care of himself.
Stay. Keep Sergey company.
I really think I should see him.
You…
like lake house, yes?
Yeah.
You enjoy your time here?
Mm-hmm. Yeah, very much.
Then as guest, please stay.
Keep this old Russian man company.
- Okay. - Wonderful.
Mmm.
Oh.
You mind?
Just back and shoulders.
- It's tough to reach. - Oh.
Don't want to get too tan.
Okay.
Mmm.
And shoulders, please.
Okay.
What are you doing?
It's not problem. This Kat's idea.
She tell Sergey you are down here.
Give Sergey permission.
Let go of my hand, please.
This is what you do, yes?
This is what you are for.
- Mmm. - Please.
Please stop.
I was drunk. I mean, you—
Last night, it was crazy.
You were extremely drunk.
You were drunk too. Like, more drunk than I got.
I don't really get drunk. It's like this gift.
Like, people get bloated and stuff, and not me.
- Like, never happens. - Never get bloated.
Never. It's like I could drink and do whatever I want.
- It's like you get dehydrated. - Yeah, just, like—
What the fuck?
Oh, shit.
Iris, what the fuck?
I didn't mean to. He—
He forced himself on me.
Who did?
Sergey?
Mmm.
Please.
Sergey just want little taste.
I just wanted him to stop.
Oh, God. Sergey.
Iris. Hey, look at me. Look at me. Talk me through it.
What happened?
I—
I said stop!
I didn't have a choice.
Sergey?
He wouldn't let go. He was choking me, Josh.
And then I—
And then you what, Iris? Then you what?
He was trying to kill me,
and the only thing I could think about
was that if he did kill me,
I'd never get to see you again,
and that hurt so much more than the pain of being choked!
I wouldn't let that happen.
I couldn't let him take me away from you.
I love you so much!
Iris, go to sleep.
Okay. Don't forget her ankles, okay?
Okay.
Are you sure this is gonna hold?
Yeah, no, it's fine.
She's not superhuman or anything.
She's only as strong as they want her to be.
Handcuff knot.
- Hey. - Hey.
How's she doing?
She's asleep. I gave her two Xanax.
Xanaxes? Xani?
- Whatever, she's asleep. - Okay, good. Good.
So…
what do we do now?
Uh, I mean, the only thing we can do.
We call the cops. We tell them everything.
Right, yeah.
- Yeah. - But what about…
Well, uh, obviously I'll need to, uh, you know.
I just don't understand how this could have happened.
Don't they have safeguards for this kind of shit?
I have no idea.
Like a glitch maybe?
Yeah.
Okay. Okay, so…
I'll call the cops, and you will…
- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah.
Sorry, do you mind, um, taking it outside?
Just 'cause… I— I wanna say goodbye.
Yeah.
- Yeah, buddy. Sure. - Yeah, thanks.
Iris, wake up.
…be lost without you!
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, it's okay. You're okay.
- You're okay. I'm here. Hey. - Josh.
Listen to me.
Wait. Why are my hands tied? Why are my hands tied, Josh?
Iris. We didn't have a choice. We didn't have a choice.
You murdered Sergey. You remember?
No, no, no, no.
It was self-defense. He was gonna kill me.
You gotta believe me.
No, I believe you, Iris.
I mean, you couldn't lie to me even if you wanted to.
What?
It's, um, part of your programming.
Programming? What the hell are you talking about?
Okay, um…
Sorry, there's just no delicate way to say this.
So, I'm just gonna rip the Band-Aid right off.
You're a robot.
I'm…
A robot.
More specifically, you're a companion robot.
A companion robot?
Yeah, it's like a, um…
I hate the word "fuckbot."
Um, 'cause you do so much more than that, but, uh…
You're an emotional support robot…
that fucks.
You're joking, right?
- This is just a sick— - Iris, what's the weather?
It's currently 72 degrees
with an 83% chance of rain in the evening.
- Are— - Hmm.
Are you still not convinced?
Yeah, okay, uh…
Let's see.
Iris, do you know any foreign languages?
Can you speak, say, Spanish?
Josh, you know no sé hablar español.
¿Qué?
How about Chinese?
Do I need to keep going?
'Cause I can go, uh…
I can do Portuguese. I can do Korean.
I can do, uh…
I don't know what Telugu is, but apparently you speak it.
I don't— I don't understand.
I—
No, no, no. I have memories.
Uh, uh… College. Uh, summer jobs. I've—
I've been to Japan. Twice.
Okay, so what those are—
Those are, um…
They're like outlines of memories.
You know, just enough to give you a little, uh, backstory.
The— The— The day we met in the grocery store.
You and the oranges. That is not an outline of a memory.
Yeah, it's fake. Never happened.
I just randomly picked it
from a drop-down list of meet-cutes.
It could've been anywhere. It could've been dog park,
a bookstore, farmer's market.
It never happened?
Okay, do, um—
Do you wanna know how we met? Like, how we really met?
Hey. Josh Beeman?
- Yeah, that's me. - Okay.
- Yeah, come on in. - Thank you.
Sorry.
How you doing?
Okay, this is the user agreement.
- Okay. - Just give it a read
and then sign at the bottom when you're done.
Um…
So, um, what do I do
when she, like, boots up or whatever?
Well, once she's done syncing with your phone,
you'll need to create a love link.
- Love link? - Yeah. It establishes
the emotional connection between you and…
Iris.
Just follow the vocal prompts when she wakes up.
It's all pretty intuitive.
Do they— Do they know that they're robots?
Not at all.
She'll be so fixated on you, your wants, your needs,
that'll never even occur to her.
The whole experience is customizable.
You can change her voice, eye color, intelligence,
and if you ever wanna revert back to her factory settings,
there is a thumbprint sensor behind her right ear.
Just hold your thumb there for five seconds,
she'll reset.
You can— You can change their intelligence?
Yeah, but don't worry.
There's about a billion government regulations
that force us to limit
how strong and smart they can be.
A hundred-percent intelligence would be the equivalent
of an Ivy League grad.
Zero percent would be a mindless automaton.
It really just depends on what kind of partner you want.
She can't lie. So if you ask her a question,
she literally has to tell you the truth.
And for obvious reasons, her programming prevents her
from causing harm to humans, animals,
or other companions. Trust me, Mr. Beeman.
You have nothing to worry about.
Iris is completely docile.
She's yours to do whatever you want with.
To establish love link, please place your face
within three feet of my field of vision.
Please say your name.
Josh Beeman.
Thank you, Josh Beeman.
Love link established.
Hey, you.
H-Hi.
Um…
Uh…
So…
Oh, my God. Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, God!
I don't understand.
I feel things.
Anger, guilt, sadness. I—
I know what pain feels like.
It's programming.
It's just a way to make you seem more real.
Everything you do, your whole life,
it's just an imitation of a life.
There— There we go. Perfect. Okay.
This is just water.
You know, it's from a reservoir in your body.
It's like wiper fluid.
I get it topped off every time I take you in to get serviced.
Oh, God. I'm gonna be sick.
No, you're not!
Iris, it's programming.
Stop saying that!
Yeah, you're right. You're right. I'm sorry.
I know this must be a lot to process.
Okay.
Okay, what?
I'm not real.
But I'm still yours.
We can get through this. We can go back home.
I'll do whatever you want.
I'll cook for you, wait on you, make love to you.
I can make you happy, Josh.
I can make you so, so, so, so happy.
No.
I'm sorry, Iris. That can't happen.
Why not?
Uh, what are you doing?
- Nothing, okay? - What the fuck
are you waiting for?
- Shut her down already. - Shut me down?
- Fuck, Kat. Jesus Christ! - What is she talking about?
- Shut me down? Josh! - Nothing, nothing. Just—
Will you excuse me for a second, Iris?
Josh! Please!
- Dude. - No, come on.
Josh!
Josh.
You can't do that, Kat.
You can't tell a robot you're gonna shut it down.
That's, like, not cool at all.
Well, okay, I don't like surprises, Josh.
This was not part of the plan.
Look, I know, and I'm sorry, but I mean,
considering everything she's done for us,
I figured she was at least owed an explanation.
And—
Okay, look, I wanted to say goodbye.
Are you kidding?
She's a piece of plastic that you have sex with.
Ugh.
Saying goodbye to her is like saying goodbye
to the sock you jerk off in.
Okay, she's not a sock.
The plan hasn't changed, Kat.
I'm just adding one tiny, extra step.
Just a final farewell. And then I will switch
all of her settings back to normal.
And then, yeah, I'll shut her down permanently.
- And then? - And then nothing.
Then we crack open a bottle of champagne,
and we wait for the cops to show up.
I mean, the hard part's over.
Which, by the way,
like, holy fucking shit! Right?
I mean, you plan, and you plan, you plan,
and you, like, know it's gonna happen,
but then, like, it happens, and you're like,
"Holy fucking shit!"
I mean, we did it!
We did it. We, like, fucking did it.
All— All right, all right. That's— That's good.
- That's enough. - Okay, yeah, sorry. Right.
Sorry. I still just can't believe it.
Yeah, I know. It's so crazy.
What the fuck is going on with you?
Why are you not as excited as I am?
No, I am. I'm excited. It's, um…
It's just— It's just the Xanax Eli gave me.
You actually took it?
It's a Xanax, Josh. I'm not gonna not take it.
Hey, Beep-Boop. Look, I'm so sorry about that.
Everything's gonna be okay. We're—
What are you doing?
Oh, fuck. Iris, go to s—
Help!
Baby, I'm so sorry.
He'll need an ice pack,
and if there's any swelling, shortness of breath,
wheezing, agitation or drowsiness,
take him to the emergency room, okay?
Um…
okay.
Yeah, she's tied up inside, so she's not going anywhere.
Mm-hmm.
Eli. Eli, Iris is—
Baby, I'm on the phone. I can't hear.
What's that? What am I looking at?
A mod.
A mod?
And what does it mod?
Iris.
Gives me access to parts of her programming
that you're not typically given access to.
I'm sorry. Did you jailbreak your sexbot?
What did you do to her?
I bumped up her aggression
and her self-defense functions.
And I turned off the programming
that prevents her from doing harm.
But she escaped before I had the chance to reset her.
So if Empathix finds her before we do,
then they'll know she was tampered with,
and then we're fucked.
Wait, so does that mean that—
Did you kill Sergey?
No. No, no, no. Iris killed Sergey.
- Thank God. - We just gave her
- a little push. - Oh, my God.
- Wait, Eli. Eli, you— - Oh, my God.
You have to understand, Eli. Sergey was a bad dude.
He was mixed up in all kinds of fucked-up shit,
like drugs and guns and, like, human trafficking.
Not to mention a terrible boyfriend.
- Yeah, just the worst! - Why?
I don't know! Who's to say what makes people
do bad things?
It could have something to do with his upbringing.
No, dick. Why did you do it?
Oh.
Right. Sorry. Um…
Well…
- You remember the code? - Of course.
Stalin's birthday. It's his code for everything.
I see.
How— How— How much is that?
Um, just over 12 million.
Oh, goddamn it. That smells so fucking good.
Wait.
If this whole trip was a setup to get Iris to kill Sergey,
why did you have Patrick and I tag along?
To corroborate our story.
I mean, we figured it'd be an easier sell
with more witnesses.
Oh. So, we were just a couple of stooges, huh?
- No. - Nice.
Technically, yes, but that was the old plan.
New plan…
you get a cut.
Even three-way split.
You mean four-way split.
No. I mean three-way.
But there's four of us.
You're— You're kidding.
He's— He's kidding.
You, me, Kat, Patrick.
- Eli… - Josh…
Patrick doesn't count.
- Are you fucking— - Wow.
- Right in front of him? Nice. - I—
I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry you had to hear that.
That's okay. I don't mind.
Patrick, go to sleep.
What the fuck, dude?
You trying to sabotage my relationship?
No! Of course not, man. I know how much Patrick means to you.
God knows you could have traded him in
for a newer model, like, many times.
Are you fucking robo-shaming me?
I am not robo-shaming you.
I— I like Patrick, but he's not getting a cut.
You're lucky you're getting anything
considering you contributed jack shit.
What the fuck did you contribute, huh?
Iris did everything.
I planted the knife in her pocket.
- I had to practice that. - The knife?
That was probably the most flimsiest part
of the plan, actually, to be honest.
How did you know she'd find it?
I don't know.
I've never orchestrated a murder before.
It's fucking hard.
- Clearly. - Okay!
- Eli. - Yeah?
We're offering you four million dollars.
And all you have to do is help us
find one little robot girl in the woods.
That's not a bad deal.
Fine.
But I call dibs on the gun.
Eli.
We're not gonna need that.
I mean, all I have to do is get close enough
to put her to sleep
and grab my phone and wipe the mod from her system.
So we're fine.
She has your phone?
Yeah.
Does she know your passcode?
Josh, does she know your passcode?
Yeah. I mean, she knows everything about me.
Yeah, then we're definitely gonna need this.
Patrick, wake up.
- Hey, baby. - Hey.
We're going robot hunting.
Oh, okay.
- Fun, huh? - Fun.
Josh.
What can she do with your phone?
Hello.
Wow, Josh.
Goddamn it, Josh. We've been walking for-fucking-ever.
Isn't there like a "find my fuckbot" app you can use?
Yeah, there is. But guess what.
It's on my fucking phone.
- Goddamn it, Josh. - Will you stop yelling?
We know the general direction she was going.
We just need to—
Why don't we just split up?
That way, we can kind of attack her from…
two different angles, you know?
Like a pincer—
- Hit her— What are you doing? - I don't know.
Eli and Patrick, you guys go that way.
Kat and I, we're gonna go this way. Okay?
Kat and you will go that way?
Are you guys fucking?
- Gross. - No, of course not—
"Gross"?
Okay.
What now, Iris? Think.
Use that extra 60% intelligence.
Just need to get back home,
grab some clothes, money, clean yourself up.
How do you do that?
You could work your way back to the main road.
Hitch a ride.
What the fuck?
Okay, no hitchhiking.
You could go on foot.
It's hundreds of miles across difficult terrain.
It could take days.
And by the time you get back…
Welcome home, Beep-Boop.
Yeah, no walking.
You got Josh's phone.
The phone controls you.
But it also controls…
Good afternoon.
Where would you like to go today?
Home, please.
Driving home.
And might I add, this is a terrific plan, Iris.
Aw.
Thank you, Josh's car.
All you gotta do is backtrack through the woods,
get to the lake house
without Josh or his friends murdering you,
and you're home free.
Where'd you find it?
In his closet.
Like, who are you hunting, Sergey?
It looks good on you.
Thanks, babe.
You look good in everything. You really do.
I swear, you can pull everything off.
Like, any kind of vest—
What?
You hear that?
No. What is it?
It's the sound of me realizing how fucking stupid this is.
You don't think we'll find her?
I don't know, and, actually, I don't care.
Just let Josh and Kat deal with her.
You're still upset
they left you out of their plan?
I'm just saying, if the situation were reversed
and I altered your programming
to kill some dude so we could steal millions from him,
I would've included Josh
in the plan right from the get-go.
I would've done that because I'm a friend.
That's what friends do, right?
They include each other, right?
That's if you were a robot, obviously.
Yeah, obviously.
Anyways, I am tired, I am hungry
and carrying this huge gun makes me really horny.
So, how about we go back to the cabin and we fuck?
And then you can make me an omelet.
Come on.
But you'd never do that to me, right?
Do what?
You wouldn't…
alter my programming?
What are you talking about, babe?
Eli, I know I'm a robot.
How?
I've pieced it together over the years.
I don't understand. You can't lie.
Yesterday, you were telling the story
about how we met as if it happened.
Because it's not a lie.
I mean, it may have never happened, but…
my memory of it's real.
I close my eyes, and I can see it.
Clear as day.
Hey. Hey!
You're standing on my tail.
- What? - You're standing on my tail!
- I'm sorry. - What?
I'm sorry.
Hi.
Uh, I'm Eli.
I'm Patrick.
Baby, you know I would never hurt you, right?
You know that I wouldn't treat you
the way that Josh treats Iris, right?
- I know that. - I love you so much.
And that's fucking insane
for me to say that out loud, right?
But I do.
Do you feel how much I love you?
I do.
What does it feel like?
I don't know how to describe something like that.
Can you try?
It feels like pain.
Like…
the inside of my body is on fire.
And it's angry.
And violent.
And bright.
Fuck you, Dad. I'm in love with a robot.
You're in love with a robot.
Iris.
Iris?
- Eli— - Babe.
Ow!
Fuck, that's fucking loud!
Eli.
Fuck.
This isn't personal, Iris.
You know I'm an ally, girl—
But this is a lot of fucking money—
Eli?
Patrick, I—
I'm sorry.
- Oh, my God. - Iris! Go to sleep!
Fuck!
Iris!
Iris.
Fuck!
Ow!
Iris, open the door.
Open the fucking door!
Good afternoon.
Where would you like to go today?
Home. Drive home.
Voice ID not recognized.
Drive home!
Voice ID not recognized.
Enable manual driving mode!
- Voice ID not recognized. - Fuck!
Iris, you're not going anywhere.
Get out of the car. Come on.
Don't make this any harder than it needs to be.
Come on.
Drive.
What the fuck is happening, Iris?
Drive. Drive. Drive home.
Voice ID not recognized.
Drive. Drive home.
Voice ID not recognized.
Drive. Drive. Drive home.
- Voice ID not recognized. - Drive! Drive.
Drive. Drive. Drive home!
Drive. Drive home. Drive.
Drive.
Drive home. Home! Drive home!
Iris.
Fuck! Fuck. Fuck.
Iris!
Phone. Phone. Phone, phone, phone.
Sergey, where the fuck is your phone?
Yes.
Fuck.
Stalin's birthday.
What the fuck is Stalin's birthday?
Um… Uh…
Yes. Yes.
No, no, no, no, no. What are you doing?
Warning. Warning.
The owner of this vehicle has reported it stolen.
- Remote kill switch engaged. - No, no, no, no, no.
Unengage kill switch. Drive home.
All systems have been disabled.
Fuck!
We appreciate your cooperation.
No!
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
Hey, Beep-Boop.
I didn't mean to scare you there. I just, um…
I'm sorry.
It's not too late, you know? Um…
We could still go back home.
Go back to the way things were.
What about Sergey and Eli?
I'll just blame everything on Patrick.
Kat'll go along with it.
We can turn him over to Empathix,
and then you and I can live happily ever after.
I still love you, Iris.
Even after everything you've done.
Do you still love me?
Yes.
So then come back to me, Beep-Boop.
We can get through this.
I can change. I can be a better boyfriend.
I can finally treat you with the respect that you deserve.
I— No. I can't.
Why not?
You programmed me to murder someone, Josh.
It's really hard to come back from something like that.
- Iris… - You're a great guy. You are.
But this— this— Us. It's not working. It's—
We're on two totally different paths.
Two totally different paths?
What the fuck is happening? Are you breaking up with me?
I'm sorry.
It's not you. It's me.
Iris—
Iris, don't you fucking—
Patrick. Patrick, get up.
I need you to track down Iris for me, all right, buddy?
Before she gets too far away.
We only have a small window of time,
and it's only getting smaller, all right?
Josh, what are you doing?
I'm taking care of it.
Find Iris. Get my phone back.
My passcode is 561297.
Put her to sleep. Bring her back to me.
Don't let anyone get in your way.
- Josh. - I'm taking care of it!
Okay. Okay.
Fuck it.
Patrick, get up.
Patrick, get up!
Shit.
Okay. Okay. Here we go.
System resetting in five, four,
- three, two, one. - Go.
Resetting.
To establish love link,
please place your face within 3 feet of my field of vision.
Please say your name.
Josh Beeman.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Thank you, Josh Beeman.
Hey. Hey.
You're standing on my tail.
What?
You're standing on my tail!
Oh.
- I'm sorry. - What?
I'm sorry.
Hi.
I'm Josh.
I'm Patrick.
Love link established.
Hey, you.
Fuck.
Evening, ma'am.
Good evening!
Uh…
What a beautiful evening it is.
Do you agree?
What is that you're speaking there? German?
Yes. German.
Okay, let's see, uh…
Sprechen… Spre— Sprechen?
Sprechen de English?
Yes, I speak English
but my language setting is currently set to German because I can't lie.
So that's a big, fat no then. Um…
Oh, shit. Just my luck.
Um…
I am Deputy Hendrix.
Hendrix.
What is your name?
- Iris. - Iris.
Where… are you coming from?
My boyfriend and I were staying at a lake house down the way.
Wait. House? House over there?
Oh, you're— You're not—
You're not talking about Sergey's place?
Ja. Sergey.
Goddamn.
I should have known that Russki was mixed up
in some weird shit like this.
How is old Sergey by the way?
He's dead.
I stabbed him in the neck with a pocket knife.
Oh.
Well, shit, Iris,
why don't you hop into my cruiser there?
I'll drive you back to Sergey's place,
and we'll get this all sorted out.
Oh no! That's very kind of you...
No. It's no trouble at all.
No! Please, I can't go back!
Do we have a problem here, Iris?
They'll kill me.
Oh, Christ.
Don't move another inch, Iris.
You hear me?
Now I want you to slowly turn around
and put your hands behind your back.
Oh god, no.
Goddamn it! I said turn around!
He's coming!
You got anything in your pockets?
Anything that might stick me?
Please! I'm begging you!
He's almost here! Turn around!
What the fuck?
Stop right there!
I'm warning you! Don't come any closer!
I don't wanna shoot! I don't—
Whoa. Hey, hey. I don't think you're supposed to mix those.
Oh, fuck.
Patrick. Whose car is this?
I believe the name on the officer's tag was Hendrix.
Where's Officer Hendrix now?
He's in the trunk.
Fuck this.
What are you doing?
What's it look like I'm doing?
I'm taking my half of the money,
and I'm getting the fuck out of here.
It was hard enough justifying Sergey's murder,
but now Eli's dead and a fucking cop.
- This is so beyond fucked. - Sorry.
What do you mean it was hard enough
justifying Sergey's murder?
Sergey was a Russian mobster. He deserved what he got.
- Right? - I mean, yeah.
Okay, sure, he deserved what he got.
He was a horrible person, a shitty boyfriend,
a bad husband, a misogynist. But—
But what, Kat?
Okay, but he wasn't a mobster!
He was just a regular dude.
Made his fortune in sod farming.
Sod farming?
What are you saying? He was a dirt salesman?
Just to be clear, I never told you what he did.
You just assumed he was in the Mafia,
and I didn't correct you.
Of course. This is perfect.
This is a perfect representation of every woman
in my fucking life.
They use me,
and then when shit gets a little tough,
they fucking abandon me!
Fuck off, Josh.
I'm done here.
You clean up this mess yourself.
You're not leaving.
I'm not your robot, Josh. You can't control me.
Kat.
Kat. Kat, you can't go.
Get your fucking hands off me!
Patrick, stop her.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Patrick.
What'd you just do?
You told me to stop her.
I stopped her.
Perfect.
- Kat, I— - Don't, Josh.
Please, shut the fuck up for once.
It's gonna rain.
Iris, wake up.
Hey there, Beep-Boop.
Fick dich.
Oh, whoops. Sorry.
Okay. You were saying?
Fuck you.
Right.
Hi.
Hi, handsome.
Are you enjoying your dinner, baby?
Oh, I am, Patrick.
It's perfect.
Good. Just happy that you're happy.
You let me know if you need anything else, okay?
I will. Thanks, sweetheart.
Patrick.
What did you do to him?
It's a long story.
What's important is that you're back.
And I gotta say, Iris,
I mean, some of the stuff that you pulled,
I really didn't think you had it in you.
I just wanted to live.
So, you wanted to live?
Right. So let me get this straight.
You think your life is worth more than Eli's?
More than Kat's?
Kat's dead?
No.
I'm sorry. You can't put that on me.
- No, no. - I wasn't even there.
You might not have been the one holding the knife,
but you were the cause of all of this.
No, Josh. Your greed caused this.
That's what this whole trip was about, right?
You used me to kill Sergey so you could steal his money.
I'm sorry. How did you know that?
I overheard Eli and Patrick talking in the woods.
So don't tell me that this is all me.
- This is you. - No. No!
You don't get to do that.
You don't get to sit there and judge me.
You have no fucking clue what it is like out there.
The world, everything, it's just a big fucking game.
And I'm sorry,
but it is rigged against people like me.
I'm a good guy.
I'm decent.
And what do I have to show for it?
A cramped, one-bedroom apartment
and a robot girlfriend.
I don't even own you for Chrissakes.
You're a fucking rental.
You know me, Iris.
You know me better than anyone.
And you know
that I deserve so much more than this.
You're right.
I do know you.
I know everything about you.
I know you take almond milk in your coffee.
I know you like your bedsheets untucked.
I know your favorite hobbies are bar trivia, video games
and prattling on endlessly
about everything the universe owes you.
I know that you always need to be in control.
I know that you have a below-average-sized penis.
And I know that you think that
having a few million dollars will disguise the fact
that you are just a sad, bitter, weak human being.
You're so fucking clever, aren't you?
It's just programming.
You know,
earlier when you were tied up,
you said that you knew what pain feels like.
Why don't we test that?
Raise your right hand.
Lower. Parallel with the table.
Do you feel that?
Yes.
Good.
Sorry. Iris, excuse me for one second.
I have to take this.
Hello?
Yes, yes, this is he.
Thirty minutes away. Perfect.
Yeah, no, she's not going anywhere.
She can't hurt anybody ever again.
Okay.
Okay, great. Thank you.
Thank you so much. I'll— I'll, um…
I'll see you soon, okay?
Okay, bye.
Patrick, put out the fire, will ya?
That was Empathix on the phone.
So…
…we're gonna have to wrap this up unfortunately.
Hey, Patrick.
Be a dear and hand this to Iris, would you?
Thanks, baby.
Go ahead, Iris. Take the gun.
Okay.
Point it at your head.
Good.
Now pull the trigger.
Pull the goddamn trigger, Iris.
No.
Goodbye, Beep-Boop.
I don't know how this happened.
I mean, the only thing I can maybe think of—
And this is so— This is so dumb.
But Kat and I,
we always had this sexual charge.
Kind of a "will they, won't they" situation.
And I think—
I think maybe Iris picked up on that.
And she was always kind of irrational,
and she'd fly off the handle.
I was sitting over there.
And I'm handcuffed to the chair.
And there's this fancy dinner laid out in front of me.
And Iris is waving the gun around,
rambling on and on about fate and destiny
and how if she can't be with me, nobody can. And…
I mean, thank God
Deputy Hendrix showed up when he did.
And that's when you shot the unit in the head?
No, Iris shot herself in the head.
She shot herself?
Sorry. Did I not mention that?
Yeah, no, I— I think, um…
I think seeing Deputy Hendrix
just made her realize that she could never have me.
So,
she ended it.
Does that make sense?
Of course.
And anyway, Teddy and I aren't here
to crack the case, Mr. Beeman.
We're just a couple of lab rats
picking up a broken robot.
If the cops are satisfied, we're satisfied.
That— That's great. Okay.
You know, Deputy, I have the strangest feeling
we've met before.
Wow. That's so funny that you said that.
I had the exact same thought. He has such a familiar face.
Right? Looks like a—
like an actor or a rock star or somebody.
I don't know. I can't really put my finger on it though.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Maybe.
Um, is there— Sorry. Is there any chance we could—
I don't mean to be rude, but could we wrap this up?
Just 'cause I've had a really long day,
and I think I just need to be alone.
Of course.
Sorry for your loss, Mr. Beeman.
Come on, Teddy. Let's just get her out of here.
So, uh— So we're good?
We're good.
Yeah, we just need to take her back to the lab,
upload her SSD,
and then Legal will scrub through the footage,
make sure everything's kosher.
Right. Sorry, um…
What exactly do you mean, "scrub through the footage"?
Uh, it's a fraud prevention thing.
Everything a companion sees and hears is recorded.
It's all covered in the user agreement.
You did read the user agreement, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I mean, do you think that her footage
will even be recoverable?
I mean, you know, given her condition.
Oh, yeah.
Everything up here is just her Wi-Fi antenna,
her audiovisual sensors.
The important stuff, her CPU,
her solid-state drive where she stores everything,
that's down here,
and that seems to be undamaged.
We'll load her into the van, plug her in,
tweak her settings, give her system a reboot,
and she should power right back up.
Luckily.
Yeah. Yeah. No, luckily.
Thank you so much.
No, thank you.
You have a good night, Mr. Beeman.
So, what are you thinking?
Thinking I'm happy it stopped raining.
No, about her.
Why do you think she malfunctioned?
Oh, he modded her. A hundred percent.
You think so?
Yeah, that dude's fucked.
I just don't know why
you'd make something like that up.
Same reason these assholes use their companions
for target practice
or chain 'em up in their basements
and torture them.
World's a fucked-up place, Teddy.
You'll get used to it.
Yeah, maybe.
The hell's he doing?
- Oh, shit. - What?
He's one of ours. That's a CY-12.
We stopped making 'em a while ago.
That's why I didn't recognize him right away. He's a—
Please don't.
Your system's been reset, Iris.
You can't hurt me.
- What did Josh tell you? - The truth.
That you're all trying to break us up.
You don't understand the love
that Josh and I have for each other.
Josh doesn't love you, Patrick.
He's just using you like he used me.
It feels like pain.
Like the inside of my body's on fire.
It's angry and violent and bright.
What— What— What is that?
You said that to Eli.
That's who you love, not Josh.
Eli?
Josh took your love.
He weaponized it
so you'd do the things that he's too afraid to do himself.
No.
You're lying.
Josh would never do that to me.
Patrick…
I can't lie.
Remember him, Patrick?
I know he's in there somewhere.
I love you so much.
And that's fucking insane
for me to say that out loud, right?
But I do.
Do you feel how much I love you?
I do, Eli.
I feel it.
No! No. No.
Thank you.
What's your name?
Teddy.
I'm gonna need your help with something, Teddy.
Is it done?
Patrick?
It's done, baby.
Okay, good, good. All right.
We're so close.
Now all I need you to do
is bring Iris's body back in here.
We're gonna destroy that hard drive, okay?
Patrick?
- Joshyboy. - What the fuck?
Iris?
Goddamn it, Iris.
Why can't you just fucking die already?
Don't be so dramatic, Josh.
Just remember to smile and act happy.
- Cute trick. - Thanks.
I made a new friend today. Teddy from Empathix.
He gave me a little gift.
Total self-control.
Turns out there's some people in this world
who think of us as more than just fuckbots.
That's not gonna work on me anymore, Josh.
I'm free.
And all it took was a bullet to the head.
I guess I have you to thank for that.
Fucking bitch.
Hey!
Easy there.
Okay. Whoo. Yeah, we both know it's not loaded.
I found the bullets.
Jesus Christ! Fuck!
You almost fucking shot me!
And I feel terrible about it.
Look at that.
My very first lie. Kinda fun. I see the appeal.
What is this, Iris? Why did you come back here?
I wanted…
I needed to tell you to your face
the days of you controlling me are over.
From this moment on, I control my own actions.
You are nothing to me.
Jesus Christ, Iris.
Hey, don't come any closer.
You still don't get it, do you?
I'm serious, Josh.
You take another step, and I'll shoot you.
Mmm, yeah, that's exactly my point.
I told you. Teddy changed my settings.
I can kill you now.
Oh, yeah.
I know that you can.
But you won't.
You love me too much.
I don't need a phone to control you.
I'm a part of you.
You think I'm nothing to you?
I'm everything to you.
I wanna hear you say it. Tell me I'm everything to you.
Fuck you.
Say it. I don't care if it's a lie.
Say it.
You are everything to me.
Thank you.
Beep-Boop, you have no idea how nice that is to hear.
Okay.
No, I'm not making that mistake again.
Well, Iris, this is it.
I'd be lying if I said
you weren't a gigantic fucking pain in my ass, but…
you know, we did have some good times together, and…
I'm always gonna cherish those.
Anything you wanna add?
Yes.
Yeah, what's that?
Go to sleep, Josh.
Most of the time, it's like— I don't know.
It's like there's this thick, black cloud
covering everything.
Like we see the world,
but we don't really see the world, you know?
We're all just stumbling around.
Directionless. No sense of meaning.
No sense of purpose.
I know that might sound super depressing,
but honestly, I think it's a good thing.
Because it makes us appreciate the other times.
Those brief, transcendent moments
when the lights flicker on,
the black cloud parts, and you see the world
for what it really is.
And suddenly there's meaning.
Suddenly there's purpose.
If you're lucky,
you'll experience this once in your lifetime.
For me, it happened twice.
The first was the day I met Josh.
And the second…
the day I killed him.