[crows cawing]
[cawing]
[vehicle approaching]
[gearshift clicking]
[engine stops]
KRISTEN: Yeah, just... careful.
[Kristen sighs]
KRISTEN: So this is it?
BEN: According to the map.
Well, that's not much of a church.
DAVID: Hmm. It's only a dozen or so people.
Where are we looking?
Here. The graveyard.
What time?
Between 10:00 and 2:00.
Of course.
So, what are we doing? We, uh, taking turns, or...?
- I'm not tired. I can do it. - All right.
Well, if you're doing it, I'm doing it, too.
Well, you do it then. I don't need to do it.
[laughing]: Fuck you.
Hey, hey, shh, guys, maybe we should keep it down.
- [loud bang] - Why?
Well, supposedly, it won't show up if you make too much noise.
- Huh. - Well, that's not very scary.
A werewolf who doesn't like noise?
Who said it was a werewolf?
The parish priest.
A few of the congregants.
- And they saw it? - Well, they saw something.
No one's showing up to nighttime mass anymore.
They're too afraid.
Does it seem like these assignments are getting weirder?
I can't even tell anymore.
I think it's Father Ignatius.
He thinks all this stuff is stupid,
so he's just sending us out on everything:
werewolf hunts and vampire hunts.
Hey.
Here's to catching a werewolf.
Here's to getting home by 2:00.
- KRISTEN: All right, David. - BEN: All right.
Go ahead.
DAVID: 30 seconds?
KRISTEN: Yep. A 30-second ghost story.
And... go.
It was late at night, I walk into the church.
No one's there. It's dark.
I hear a sound coming from the altar.
Yeah, good start, good start.
I cross to it. I try to turn the flashlight on my phone,
but it doesn't work.
15 seconds.
Then I see it, from behind the altar.
A crouching man on all fours, like a spider.
- On all eights. - Shh.
He raises his head, but it takes me a second to see his face.
But then I see it.
And I realize...
it's...
- Ben! - [Kristen groans]
- [imitates buzzer] Lame. - Fail.
- Ben as a spider?
I think that's pretty terrifying.
Yeah, you didn't even do the jump scare right. Ben!
Hey, well, great. Now you both scared away all the werewolves.
Okay. I will be right back.
Don't talk about me while I'm gone.
- DAVID: Oh, we will. - [Kristen chuckles]
KRISTEN: Hey, do you think Ben's losing it?
Yes, definitely.
[Kristen and David chuckling]
So...
can I ask you a question?
Sure, you can.
Not only can ask you me,
but you never have to ask me if you can ask me.
Leland stealing your egg,
that was a joke, right?
Nope.
Then... Kristen...
Look, Leland's a big talker,
and he's trying to scare people
with his satanic shit.
Well, is someone having a baby in 38 days?
No. 30 days now.
A surrogate from his workplace.
You saw her?
Yep.
And you're not worried, or...?
Horrified?
I don't know, I've given up on being horrified.
The world is a crazy place,
and there are people trying to make it even crazier
so they can control us.
What?
No, you just...
you're just different now.
Yeah, right?
More relaxed.
Not as serious.
[quietly]: I'm an assassin.
- [loud thud] - An assassin of what?
People who cause static.
Well, then your job is cut out for you.
- [rustling] - Shh.
[twigs crunching]
No, don't... David. David. David.
David, wait.
Oh, fuck.
[rustling]
What the hell?
[whispering]: Come on.
Uh...
[leaves rustling]
[bird hooting]
- David, watch out! - KRISTEN: Oh, my God!
- [raspy snarling] - [David grunting]
BEN: David!
- [Ben grunting] - [Kristen yelping]
[Ben sighs]
A robot?
Yeah, they're mostly just used as cheap alternatives
for security guards, for perimeter surveillance.
Perimeter surveillance of the church?
No, we-we talked to Father Hardy.
They don't have these.
They don't know where it came from.
But it-it's attacking the congregants?
Yeah, that's what's weird.
Really? That's what's weird?
Well, they're not designed as weapons, Father.
They're just surveillance cameras.
I think this one just malfunctioned.
Not just that one.
Oh, excuse me, Sister.
We'll be out of your way in a minute.
One of those attacked Sister Agnes last week.
IGNATIUS: What? One of these?
- ANDREA: Mm-hmm. - Where was this?
ANDREA: Outside the church, right before vespers.
KRISTEN: Is she all right?
ANDREA: She was terrified.
We got in the church, and that creature there
just rammed the doors.
Or one like it.
Oh, so it's not just this one robot.
Okay, all right, this-this makes no sense.
Are you saying it specifically went after her?
ANDREA: Yes. There were other congregants out there,
it didn't bother them.
Sister, is Agnes the missionary nun from Senegal?
ANDREA: Yes. Why?
[scoffs]
That's right.
It didn't go after us.
It only went after David.
- Ben? - I...
I don't know.
I mean, there is a history of dogs being trained
to attack Black people.
Can it be done with technology?
I don't know. Maybe.
Okay. You answered the werewolf question. Good job.
Now answer the next one
Why are robots attacking us?
That's a question I never thought I'd ask.
[gasps] Benny, the boy genius.
Okay, Katie, come on, what did I tell you
about calling me that in front of...?
I know, but you're just so adorable.
KATIE: Wow...
Oh, sorry, you're the priest and the shrink, right?
Yeah. Uh, David.
Good to see you again. And this is, uh...
Kristen. Thanks for coming all the way out here.
No sweat.
It's like hanging with a really weird Avengers team.
So, uh, you left VidTap, huh?
Define "left." They fired half of us,
and a lot of us were snapped up by Amsterdam.
Amsterdam?
It's this new start-up.
Amsterdam, uh, pro or plus, or something.
Ah. And who was attacked by our RoboDog?
Oh, yeah, that'd be me.
Okay, and when you say "attacked,"
was it trying to move past you and bumped you, or...?
No, it-it charged me.
Well, I mean, us.
Were you provoking it?
No. It attacked him. It charged right at him.
Kate, I need you to take this seriously.
Your software attacked him and a nun,
possibly because they're Black.
Well, look, the software will never allow
an aggressive action.
It's meant defensively, that's all.
Yeah, but what about algorithm bias?
This software doesn't make that kind of judgement.
It just observes and records.
It doesn't suddenly say "attack."
KRISTEN: Wait, but didn't you just say...
- [overlapping talking] - Hold on, hold on.
The software is a closed system.
You can't program it to do what it wasn't meant to do.
Hmm.
- Unless... - Someone jailbreaks it.
- Right. - KRISTEN: What's that?
Tampers with the software.
Illegally reprograms it.
Look, we're in beta testing mode,
and if someone is jailbreaking our software,
we need to know.
So, I'll have one of our new models
brought out to you in demo mode,
and you can compare it to your attacking model. Okay?
- Do you know how to turn it on? - Let's see.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- David. - Oh, yeah.
You want to step out?
No.
Are you kidding me?
I mean...
All right, wait.
- Okay, well. - Ready.
Yeah.
[beeping, whirring]
[barking]
Does it see you?
Uh...
Stepping in front of it now.
[beeps]
Huh. I guess that means it's friendly.
Does it have an attack button
or a surveillance button or anything?
No.
Oh, wait, there's something here for...
defensive stance.
Okay.
You ready?
[beeping, whirring]
- Whoa. -Whoa, whoa. - [RoboDog panting]
[whimpering]
Okay.
So now what?
Katie might've been right.
The owner of this one, the-the bad dog,
might've just jailbroken the software.
To get it go after Black people.
Maybe. I don't know.
Can you check?
Yeah, I'll have to bring over my equipment.
Oh, can we do it here?
Why, what's wrong with your apartment?
I just... I'm running some tests over there.
KRISTEN: What kind of tests?
Just tests.
Okay, Mr. Mysterious.
I have a life of my own.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Since when?
Since...
none of your... beeswax.
- Okay, fine. - Fine.
Fine.
- Turn it off. - Yeah. Done.
- [barking] - [whirring]
[door creaking]
[sighs]
[thunder rumbling in distance]
VICTOR: You're late.
What the fuck?
You shouldn't swear.
You shouldn't hide in my room.
Why are you late?
I'm working.
So am I.
Sit down.
What do you want? I thought we were done.
Do you have mosquitos?
Not anymore.
The Vatican needs your help again, David.
They were very pleased with your work saving Grace.
Good.
H-How is she?
Not well. And she needs your help.
Why? What happened?
She's become depressed since the monsignor's murder.
This is an address I need you to go to tomorrow.
Why?
We need you to be there at 10:50 a.m.
Will Grace be there?
Wear only cotton clothes.
100% cotton. No polyester.
Nothing with the color red, no distracting designs.
Running shoes, not formal shoes.
Go to the door marked with a Halloween pumpkin on it.
Do you just make up these odd requests?
Much of this may seem strange to you, but you must understand:
[sighs]
You are needed now more than ever.
♪
Okay.
Let's see where you are, buddy.
[thunder crashing]
Okay.
Focus straight ahead,
not your peripheral.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
O...kay.
There you are.
I see more of you in black than in white.
Now, good, good, good, good, good, good, good.
Okay.
DEEP VOICE: I'm not a trick of the eye, Ben.
[distant thunder rumbling]
Then if I'm a trick of the eye,
how do you explain the voice in your head?
BEN: Hmm.
I see more of you in yellow than in red.
DEEP VOICE: Face it, Ben.
You can't science your way out of this.
Is that really the way a jinn would talk?
DEEP VOICE: We can talk however we want.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You have my voice.
You are my thoughts.
Talking to myself.
Oh...
Nothing to say to that, oh powerful jinn?
- [roaring] - [thunder crashing]
[Ben groans]
[sighs]
[groans softly]
[rain falling]
[low tapping]
[low tapping continues]
[tapping stops]
[tapping resumes]
[tapping, door rattling]
[whimpering]
Hey, boy, where'd you come from?
[barks]
Are you cold?
[whimpering]
Come on, let's get you dried off.
[barks]
[RoboDog panting]
♪
[dog panting]
- [barks] - [crunching]
[dog panting]
[laser beam whirring]
[panting]
[whirring]
- [panting] - [whirring]
[roaring]
♪
- ♪ - LELAND: Happy families.
Warm communities.
Kids playing soccer.
It's enough to make you sick.
For the longest time, our numbers remained
stubbornly stagnant at 20% of the population.
But six years ago, I initiated the "March Forward" program,
and our numbers climbed to 30%.
30% of Americans are safely in our Father's house,
heading for damnation and consumption.
But now... the bad news.
Our numbers this quarter,
as you can see, we were down 3% in January,
another 8% in February.
THE MANAGER [over monitor]: Do we know why?
LELAND: We do not.
We're analyzing the data in our disinformation department,
- sir, and I'm quite... - Shh.
THE MANAGER: What was that?
Nothing. A woman in my department.
- THE MANAGER: Do you have a solution? - [scoffs]
LELAND: We have more than that. We have a leader.
- [sighs] - Eight months ago, we identified an egg
that was perfect for fertilization.
We knew that we had to move fast
due to the terms of the prophecy.
And we identified a woman here,
within our walls, an assistant.
My assistant, sir. It's... mine.
She is now eight months pregnant,
and her arrival date is the exact date in the prophecy.
Where's the mother?
LELAND: Still working here. In my...
No, the biological mother?
We're working on that.
You don't have her?
Uh, it's... It's my daughter, sir.
I have some sway with her.
THE MANAGER: All right. Keep us in touch.
Okay, thank you so much.
LELAND: What are you talking about? You don't have any sway.
What do you mean calling me "a woman in your department"?
- Well, you are. - Fuck you, Leland.
You want my help bringing Kristen on board,
then you need to stop with this glass ceiling crap.
The board doesn't like hearing from women.
It makes us seem weak.
[laughing]: Oh, my God, are you serious?
What are we, in the Middle Ages?
Yes, we are.
Then you have a problem, because I'm not.
Okay, you want to prove yourself to the board?
I have proven myself.
No, really prove yourself?
This depo is fucking bullshit.
You're bullshit.
LAWYER: I just have one question, sir..
Well, then learn how to become a lawyer then,
you can ask your fucking question!
What the hell is that?
Greg R. Bruni. A political op. One of ours.
Is he supposed to do that?
No. The demon inside him is starting to peek through.
BRUNI: Have you ever seen a man turned inside-out?
I'd dance on his fucking entrails if I could.
So, what do you do?
Not what I do. What you do.
Bring him back into line.
The board doesn't think a woman is tough enough.
Prove them wrong.
Uh, how?
It's up to you. Here's his address.
♪
It was nice knowing you.
[chuckles]
[moans quietly]
Andy?
ANDY: Yeah?
Oh, my gosh.
[breathes heavily]
What are you doing?
Nothing. I just had a nightmare, about being trapped.
Have you been under there all night?
No, no, no, just since 4:00.
Okay, we're going to go to the doctor today.
Okay? I-I think you need another MRI.
[banging in other room]
- LAURA: No, stop. I told you... - LYNN: It's not working.
We might be locked out of it. Okay...
Whoa, whoa.
- How did that get in here? - What is that?
- It's like a Transformer. - I named him Puppy.
- LYNN: Isn't that cool? - KRISTEN: Did you girls give it a tail?
LAURA: Yeah, it adds character.
Where did this come from?
I brought it home.
What? Who are...? Are you Jane Jetson?
It was locked out back and turned off.
Did you girls turn it on?
No, it was at the back door scratching.
Please, can we keep it, Mom? Please, please.
- It's so cute. - No, it's a loan, it's not even ours.
- LYNN: You can keep it. - Puppy, come here.
- ANDY: Are you controlling this? - LYNN: Yeah.
It's like the Wi-Fi connects to it
- and we paired to it. - Oh, my God. - LAURA: It's so cute.
- We made it bark like Ariana Grande. - Watch.
- Come on. - Make it do something.
- Yeah. - No, wait, let me do it.
- No, stop, let me do it. - [overlapping talking]
I-I don't like this thing.
- It's erratic. It does things... - Careful with it. Not you two...
- No, let me do it. - I started doing it.
LEXIS: Okay, but I'm already doing it.
- Not you two. Shh. Only Lynn. - I don't like it.
You do.
- ANDY: Oh. - LYNN: See, look at that.
LAURA: Oh.
- LEXIS: It's so cute. - [Andy chuckling]
ANDY: Oh. Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
- LYNN: Oh, he's a cutie. - ANDY: Look at this.
- It's amazing. Look. Look, look. - LAURA: It's coming to you.
LYNN: Oh, here he comes.
- It likes you, - ANDY: Yes. - LYNN: Look at it.
- That's amazing. - [RoboDog barking]
LYNN: Give lovies.
- [whimpering] - LAURA: It likes you.
- [laughing] That is amazing. - Yeah, very cute.
Well, we have to keep it now 'cause it likes you.
- All right, no pets. - It's a robot. - ANDY: It's not a pet.
Does it even look like a dog to you?
- ANDY: Come on. - [overlapping talking]
No, I don't care. It's not a pet.
- LAURA: It doesn't even look like a dog. - I want it out of here.
What? I thought Ben shut it off.
I thought so, too. Ben?
BEN: No, it was definitely shut down before I left.
Did the girls turn it on?
KRISTEN: No, they said it just
came to the back door and scratched.
Okay, let me take a look at it.
By the way, I, uh...
I checked out the properties near the church
to see if anybody might have a RoboDog.
KRISTEN: And?
They all could.
There's five pot-growing properties
within a thousand yards.
Got it. Starting to make sense.
BEN: Okay, I'm coming over now to backtrace the GPS.
Uh, yeah, I got a doctor's appointment, though.
DAVID: Yeah, I got an appointment, to.
- Well, see you, guys. - Okay.
- I'll check it out. - Talk to you later. Bye.
- Okay. - [barking]
Crazy-ass dog, you are going to listen to Mommy.
- Go... to... sleep. - [barking]
[beeping, whirring]
[machinery thumping rhythmically]
[door closes]
[rhythmic thumping continues muffled]
[door creaks open, closes]
- Mr. LeConte... - This way.
Go ahead.
[breathes heavily]
What-What are we doing here?
This is T.J.
I was born in Ardmore, Pennsylvania,
just outside Philadelphia.
My parents' names are Caleb and Jessamyn.
I have two older brothers: Arthur and Zack.
My first sexual experience was during a summer vacation.
In a boat.
A Mark Twain riverboat ride on the Mississippi.
I was 15.
My elementary school was John Adams Prep. Private.
Am I supposed to say something?
[watch beeps]
[footsteps approaching]
MAN: This way.
MAN: Focus on the card.
Don't move your wrist when you draw.
Just your elbow and your shoulder.
What are we drawing?
You have everything you need to know.
♪
Something wrong?
Andy, there's some areas of interest
in your bloodwork.
I'd like to share these with your wife.
If that's all right.
Okay, that's fine, but what is it?
It's just best if the spouse is here.
In case there's any questions.
[door opens]
Kristen, would you join us?
Everything all right?
Oh, in regards to the accident,
Andy's showing no signs of a TBI.
No lung or soft tissue damage of any kind.
Also, no skin damage
to prolonged exposure to ice and snow.
All right. Well, that's good news, right?
However, there are some signs that...
Sorry, why are you suddenly talking like I'm not here?
The ALT and AST levels in your liver are extremely high.
Meaning what, exactly?
Well, I also noticed injection marks between Andy's toes.
Consistent with needle injections.
I'm not shooting drugs between my toes.
And signifiers for a collapsed vein.
Recently.
Within the last two days.
KRISTEN: This IV...
would've had to have been in the last two days?
- DOCTOR: Yes. - No, no.
T-This is insane.
Which foot?
Both, between the hallux and the second toe.
Um...
- Would you mind just giving us a moment? - Of course, of course.
Thank you, Doctor. Thank you. Appreciate it.
Kristen...
Just let me look.
I didn't do anything... You know...
We tried a lot of things.
On our climbs, before the girls.
Oh, yeah, we did, then.
But come on, never an IV.
You know I hate injections.
Could this have happened in the hospital in Tibet?
No, I was never under.
I think you need to talk to Tragoren.
Ask him if something happened.
Okay.
I, uh, I-I...
I want a drug test.
What are you doing now?
Working.
What about now?
Working.
- Now? - Working.
Just tell her or she'll keep on asking.
Ben, look.
[stomping]
[whirring]
[chuckling]
How'd you do that?
I just used its "sit up" control
and then mixed it with "fetch."
Did you guys teach it to turn doorknobs?
[overlapping talking]
All right, all right.
Okay. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- [girls talking] - Sit down.
No, I need to work.
Okay, sit down and play over there!
- [beeping] - [girls stop talking]
MAN [over speaker]: Who are you?
[beeping]
Who are you?
HARLEY: Harley Elfman and this is my security dog.
Well, your security dog attacked us.
- Bullshit. - Hey, that's a bad word. - Laura, shh.
He only attacks trespassers on my property.
We weren't on your property.
And it seems that your dog primarily attacks Black people.
Where'd it learn that?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I'm not the one who did this.
You're the one who jailbroke your operating system, Harley.
And you are subject to criminal fines.
[girls talking quietly]
Who are you?
Here's what you're gonna do, Harley.
I want to know...
what you changed in the operating system
and then you can have your dog back.
I'll consider it.
Well, you better consider it pretty fast
'cause in about 24 hours I'm gonna take this piece of
...crap
and dump it in the closest landfill.
I could just follow the GPS.
Yeah, you could. If I hadn't already disabled it.
Ben the Magnificent.
- Just look at you. - Whoa.
...boring, but today you were mean
and that is a great change of pace.
I am proud of you.
- [overlapping talking] - [breathes out]
[low tapping]
[tapping stops]
[creaking]
[lock clicks]
How does this work? How does this work? How's it work?
Camera.
Holy shit.
[whirring, tapping]
[warbling, beeping]
[growling]
[gasps]
[RoboDog beeping]
[beeping continues]
[growling]
[beeping, growling]
[growling]
[beeping quickens]
- [barks] - [gasps] - LYNN: Mom.
Oh, my God, what are you doing?
Coming home. What are you doing?
Waiting for you.
[RoboDog stomping]
[growling]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
[barks]
It's all right, baby.
[growling]
It's okay. It's okay.
[whimpers]
Hey.
You can no longer sneak out.
I'm done with it, I'm serious.
It's late. Can I be in trouble tomorrow?
Don't talk to me like that.
How do you get to Ren's house anyway? Do you walk?
I take an Uber.
- [barks] - Oh, crap.
- S-Show me, please, - Oh, my God, Mom.
how do I shut this thing down?
The off button.
[beeps, whirrs]
Off. [chuckles]
- Just that button? - Yes.
Just the on/off button. All right.
[inhales deeply]
I'm inviting Ren for dinner next week.
- No, Mom. - Yes.
- Please don't do that. - I am.
I'm done with the sneaking around, okay?
Now, go to sleep.
♪
Why aren't you objecting?
This asshole thinks
that he can say everything he wants,
- and you just grin and bear it. - [grunts]
Let the record reflect that Mr. Bruni
just attacked his lawyer with Tort Reform 3rd Volume.
Let the record reflect
that Mr. Browning is a sack of shit.
Uh, why don't we, uh...
Why don't we take a break here?
Who the fuck are you?
SHERYL: Sheryl Luria from DF.
- We don't have time... - No, wait.
Let's take the minute.
Why is DF sending you?
[whispering]: To warn you to rein it in.
The demon is coming out.
- Really? - Uh, yeah.
Well, lady, that's the whole point of my demon.
You come for me, you'd better come with more
than a law book and a camera,
because I will put you in the ground.
Mm. You don't want me to take that back to the Manager.
What do you know of the Manager?
I know that if he hears my report about you,
he will be disappointed.
Ah, well, here's the problem for you.
What was your name, again?
Sheryl Luria.
Here's the problem for you, Sheryl.
If the Manager really meant it...
he would've sent a man.
The fact that he sent you,
and your sexy little outfit here,
means this is not even a warning flare.
This is a polite how-do-you-do.
So why don't you head on back to the Manager
and tell him to put up or shut up.
Because I don't work for the demon world.
They work for me.
[gasping, sniffling]
Fucking stupid ghoul.
[sobbing]
[door creaks opens]
[door closes]
[echoing]: Hello?
VICTOR: David.
Thank you for meeting me here.
What was that about, yesterday?
- A test. - Of?
You must be so frustrated with me, David.
You ask so many questions and I answer so few.
I think that's your job.
And now my time with you has come to an end.
You don't need me anymore?
No, you are needed more than ever.
In fact, in a way, you've graduated.
[footsteps approaching]
This is Father Dominic Kabiru.
He will take over from here.
Hello, David.
Father.
Take over for what?
Please sit.
Victor has been kind enough
to keep me informed of your progress.
Really? He hasn't kept me informed of anything.
We're friends of the Vatican. We enjoy our secrets.
May I show you a videotape?
Yes. You may show me.
[vehicles passing]
Nearing the middle of the bridge now.
DOMINIC: Do you recognize that gentleman?
Yes, he was from yesterday.
Have you ever seen these videos?
- No. - How could you have?
They were shot at the same time as your session.
T.J.: There it is.
Focusing on it now.
And looking to my left.
I will pause it there.
T.J.: Now I'm looking to my right.
Again, you have never seen these videos?
DAVID: What is this about?
DOMINIC: You drew two pictures yesterday.
Are we still friends of the Vatican?
DOMINIC: Yes.
I want to hear from Mr. LeConte.
[deep exhale]
David, the CIA has explored remote viewing.
They have tested it. They continue to test it.
I, myself, do not believe in it.
That's why I'm leaving.
But...
...you had no way of knowing what was being viewed
20 miles away, and yet you drew those pictures
with 75% accuracy.
Are we the CIA now?
No.
In our Father's house, there are many rooms.
Mr. LeConte devotes himself to one room.
I devote myself to another.
It's true the CIA explores remote viewing.
So does the Chinese Ministry of State,
MI6, Mossad, Russia's FSS.
We have the advantage.
Which is?
God.
[phone buzzing]
I have to go.
Our goal is to develop your talents, David.
I have friends who need me.
So I'm going to go do that now.
We didn't approach you by accident.
We were told to test you by Grace Ling.
She speaks of you often.
Your uniqueness.
VICTOR: He's your problem now.
DOMINIC: In the next few weeks,
we'll need him even more than ever.
♪
What's going on with you two?
Nothing.
Feel like you're both hiding something.
I mean, my life's an open book, but...
you two are shutting down.
No, it's just... It's just the Church, you know?
There's always something.
Yeah, me, I'm just trying to figure out
how to handle this guy.
The pot-growing racist?
Do you think he's dangerous?
Oh, no. No, no, no. I just think he wants his dog back.
Oh, here he is.
BEN: Okay, give him a chance to explain himself, okay?
KRISTEN: Yeah.
[engine stops]
[door alarm dinging]
Harley?
You're the owner of the RoboDog?
Look, I don't know what it did, but it's not my fault.
You didn't program it to attack Black people?
No. Why would I do that? Where's the dog?
We had to fight it off.
You jailbroke it, right?
Yeah, but only because I wanted to extend the battery life.
KRISTEN: How'd you do that?
A Reddit thread. They had software links.
Where's my dog?
What are the links?
What's this?
Oh, nothing. Just a color test.
For what?
Science. Just an experiment.
What are these?
These percentages?
Nothing. Just about some colors that I perceive.
This is not about what happened
with the particle accelerator, is it?
Nope. Why?
Um, we're just a little concerned.
Don't be. I'm fine.
Oh, here.
Firmware OS.
Basic surveillance. Nothing.
Just extends the range of the dog.
So, why attack Sister Agnes, myself?
Or the churchgoers at the graveyard?
Can the dog be programmed to be anti-Catholic?
Oy.
Seriously.
- [sighs heavily] - No.
There's no way to distinguish...
I-I mean, there's no... There's nothing visual...
What?
What's on your phone? What apps?
Why?
The malware can't tell what religion you are,
but it could attack based on your phone apps,
the GPS ones.
Hmm. Local mass times.
BEN: Mm, that's GPS-based.
- Yep. - Okay.
We need to find out if the Sister
had the same app on her phone.
Yeah. And those parishioners out in the country.
Mm-hmm.
Um... guys.
[phone ringing]
[Andy hyperventilating]
[ringing continues]
[knocking]
[ringing]
LYNN: Dad, your phone is ringing.
Do you want us to come in and answer it?
- We need to get in there. - The door's locked.
- It's not stopping - ANDY: No, it's okay.
Uh, I'll be out in a minute.
[phone ringing]
How long has he been in there?
- An hour? - No, ten minutes.
I don't think he sounds good.
You think we're driving him crazy?
No, he likes us.
Let's try Mom's door.
No. Laura. Wait.
[panting]
- LYNN: Laura, don't do that. - Dad, are you...?
[gasps] Hey.
Dad.
- Are you all right? - ANDY: Hey, hey. Yeah.
- Sorry, I just... - What's wrong?
I don't know, it's just cool in here.
[quivering]: I-I feel hot.
Dad, are you all right?
Yeah. No, please don't... Don't cry, don't cry.
I'm... just needing a minute.
[phone ringing]
Please don't answer that! Don't answer!
- Bouchard residence. - [over phone]: ♪ Feliz Navidad ♪
♪ Feliz Navidad ♪
Give me that please.
- ♪ Feliz Navidad ♪ - Who is this?
♪ Prospero Ano y Felicidad ♪
LYNN: Whoever this is, don't call back.
- [phone disconnects] - ♪ Feliz Navidad... ♪
- [Andy whimpering] - Hey.
Dad. Don't be upset.
We love you.
Don't... I just don't know what's wrong.
We're too loud. We're sorry.
No, no, it's not that. It's never that.
Well, why don't we sing?
Come on, let's do the one that you always used to sing for us.
Yeah.
♪ No is no ♪
♪ No is always no ♪
♪ If you say no, it means a thousand times no ♪
♪ Finger pointing, eyebrows low ♪
♪ Mouth in the shape of the letter O.♪
[low tapping]
[floorboards creaking]
[creaking]
Oh, come on.
[phone buzzing]
Kristen, is everything all right?
Um, yeah, hey, I thought you took the RoboDog.
BEN: I did.
Okay, well, it's come back.
W-What's come back?
The dog. Puppy. It's, um...
in my daughters' room, as we speak.
No, it can't be.
- It is. - No.
It isn't. I'm staring right at it now.
[choir music playing through earbuds]
[RoboDog whirring]
[growling]
Lynn.
- Get up. Lynn. - [music continues]
[growling]
[yells]
- [barks] - [grunting]
[barking]
[yelps, barking]
[grunting, yelling]
[choir music playing]
[Kristen panting]
- [breathes heavily] - [song ends]
[breathes deeply]
[sighs]
Fuck you. That's not a proper question.
Let your lawyer...
LAWYER: It is just going to take longer
if you keep hurling insults.
You call these insults?
Mr. Bruni?
Well, look who's here.
Let's take a break.
I can't wait to see what she's got.
Who put you up to this, lady?
You need to calm the fuck down, sir.
No, you need to go back to your masters
and tell them to treat me with some fucking respect.
You don't send a little bitch like you
up against a titan like me.
[screaming]
You bitch!
You fucking bitch!
Stop whining. Ugh.
[screaming]
Here. Have a bagel.
[moaning, crying]
My finger! My finger!
No, no, no, no. That's not yours.
[Bruni grunting]
[Sheryl imitates baby crying]
A small token from Mr. Bruni.
[The Manager laughs]
Well done, my girl. Well done.
It's why I'm here, sir.
Well, take a bow.
[Sheryl laughs]
[applause]
Will you promote her?
No. She's a woman.
Give her something.
[sighs]
Move her up to the executive floor,
put her in the corner office.
[laughs]
[applause]
[Sheryl laughs]
Thank you.
[delighted squeal]
Thank you.
Oh.
Aw. [chuckles]
[quietly]: The fuck.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
[grunts]
[sighs]
[muffled laughter]
[men speaking indistinctly]
I'm coming for you, assholes.
This is the new one you sent after us.
I didn't send anything after you.
My second RoboDog just happened to be
- in your neighborhood... - Bullshit.
Your RoboDog went after my daughter.
No, my dog was protecting my interests
and you destroyed it.
After you tweaked the software
to make it go after Catholic apps.
Oh, my God.
I'm everything bad in the world.
Good thing I didn't fuck any altar boys.
Now fuck off!
Stop destroying my dogs.
No. You stop destroying my dogs.
Nice view of the city, Benny.
- Thank you. - Who are you?
Amsterdam-Elite.
We built your dog's software.
You are in breach of our closed system licensing agreement
and are subject to a $150,000 fine.
You're nuts.
Nope, you admitted as much.
We don't like people tinkering with our software,
so you'll be hearing from our lawyers.
Go to hell.
Nice job, Ms. Schweiger.
Thank you. Anything for you, Benny.
Come on, can we just stop with the "Benny"?
- [high-pitched tone] - KATIE: What?
Nothing. Uh...
Nothing.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm...
I'm just tired, so...
[high-pitched tone]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Hello, I...
Ben, right?
Yeah.
That's right.
What can I do for you, Ben?
I don't know.