[INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOMAN ON TV] Play Infinity,
the most immersive
video game in history.
Hi. I'm Nanette. Nanette Cole.
- You're Robert Daly, right?
- [DALY] Right.
I just wanted to, uh, pass on
my admiration to the person who
actually designed Infinity.
Just some beautiful code.
Oh, are you okay, man?
[NANETTE] Ooh, vintage!
- Yeah, it's Space Fleet.
- Wow.
[DALY] It's a TV show.
Aboard the spaceship
USS Callister. Okay.
Don't be too nice to him
'cause he gets a bit stare-y.
[NANETTE] Thanks, Shania.
- [NANETTE CLONE] Where... where am I?
- [DUDANI CLONE] Onboard Daly's ship.
[WALTON CLONE] The USS Callister.
We are its loyal space crew,
and now, apparently, so are you.
Daly's created an identical
digital version of you,
of all of us, from your DNA,
He'll have harvested it somehow.
[LOWERY CLONE] He grew
you inside his computer
and, bam, a copy of you.
- [MOANS]
- A digital clone.
[DEVICE BEEPS]
- [TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
- [WALTON CLONE GASPS]
[GROANS]
[DALY CLONE] You're
not just disgraceful.
You're disgusting, all of you.
- [TULASKA CLONE] Yes, Captain.
- [DUDANI CLONE] Of course, Captain.
[NANETTE CLONE] The wormhole.
That is the Christmas update
patch preinstalling itself.
What if we fly into the wormhole?
We'd be free.
- Computer, where's the USS Callister?
- On course.
- On course for where?
- The update vortex.
Sons of b*tches!
f*ck you to death.
[SCREAMING]
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[SCREAMING]
- Come on, come on!
- [SCREAMING]
[NANETTE CLONE] We're not
on Daly's computer anymore.
We're in the cloud.
[TULASKA CLONE] Where is Daly?
Exit game. Exit f*cking game!
Exit f*cking game!
[NANETTE CLONE] What do we do now?
An infinite procedurally
generated universe at our disposal.
Holy mackerel.
[MUSIC FADES]
[LOW, THRUMMING RUMBLING]
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYS, FADES]
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[DALY CLONE] Lieutenant Cole,
welcome aboard.
Crew, we have a new member of the team.
Science Officer Nanette
Cole, please take your post.
- No.
- I am your captain. An order is an order.
Then go f*ck yourself.
- [GASPING]
- [DALY CLONE] Oh dear. Can't see?
Can't breathe?
I can keep you like this
forever if I feel like it,
forever gasping for breath
with a mouth that isn't there.
[GASPING]
[GASPING]
[MUSIC FADES]
[DEVICE BEEPING]
[DUDANI CLONE] Captain. Captain.
Captain? Are you there?
Yeah.
We need you on the bridge.
Looks like we got a good target.
Okay, I'll be right there.
[SIGHS]
Jesus Christ.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[DREAMY ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[GRUNTING]
Either of you watch the
Wrexham game last night?
- Not into football, fam.
- Bro, especially Welsh football.
- You get me?
- Well, it was mental though.
- They were two-nil down...
- Properly not into it, bruv.
f*ck! Bro, when's your boy coming, man?
It's gone 8:00. I wanna get started.
Morris said he'll join
when he's had his lasagna.
[GROANS]
Yo, someone's coming.
That will be your mate.
Here we go.
He hasn't joined the party.
- [NANETTE CLONE] Hands in the air!
- [PACKER CLONE] Drop your weapons.
[NANETTE CLONE] We don't want
trouble. We just want your credits.
Who are you? Why don't
you have player tags?
Either of you Morris?
[NANETTE CLONE] Give us
your credit sticks now!
- They're not Morris.
- [PACKER CLONE] She said credits. Now!
Everyone has player tags.
How come...
- Hey, what the hell, man?
- Come on!
[NANETTE CLONE] We said credits, now!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Okay, okay, okay!
- Okay, okay.
[NANETTE CLONE] Hand
them over. Nice and slow.
- Go on.
- Hardly in the spirit of the game.
[NANETTE CLONE] It's not a game for us.
What does that mean?
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
[GRUNTS]
Whoa, whoa, you're... you're bleeding.
There's never any blood in this game.
[PACKER CLONE] Just give
me the g*dd*mn credits.
Seriously, that's blood.
[NANETTE CLONE] Credits! Now!
I'm reporting this. Whatever
you're doing, you'll get banned.
Both of you bloody... bottomholes.
[NANETTE CLONE] Who are you
reporting? No player tags.
No, no, no! Don't, don't!
[GASPING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
- Bollocks.
- [MOHAWK'S MUM] Language, Jonathan!
Sorry, Mam.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [NANETTE CLONE] Dudani, port us back.
- Teleporting.
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
- [DUDANI CLONE] How'd it go?
- Things got a little spicy.
You got into combat sh*t?
If I was there, I would've popped
'em. Bap-bap! Gangster style.
- You're hurt. What happened?
- No, it missed the nipple. It's fine.
The important thing is,
we got a lot more money.
We've got a whole...
[RAPID BEEPING]
- Thirty-four credits.
- Won't buy much fuel.
We're almost out of a*mo.
They're monetizing the sh*t out of
this game. Everything costs double.
Cost of existing crisis.
[KARL CLONE] I could've
squeezed more out of them.
- That was all they had.
- Guys, guys, guys! Hey!
This is not what we wanted.
But enough to keep us going
for a few days. Right, Kabir?
- Right.
- Yeah, right. Okay.
So I think we focus on
that. And we keep going.
And next time, we will get more.
And, uh, yeah.
You want me to bandage tit?
What? No. It's just a scratch.
I'm gonna patch it up in my room.
And, uh, I'm just
gonna take a quick five,
and then we will plot the
course for our next hit.
Aye, aye, Captain.
How does one bandage a tit?
Hey. Hey. What is with that
"next time's the charm" bullshit?
- We almost died.
- But we didn't.
But it's getting worse every day.
We are outnumbered. Outgunned.
- Yeah, I know.
- So what is the plan?
Keep robbing folks, run around
like rats trying to survive?
- Not gonna survive without credits.
- We'll be lucky if we survive at all.
- You think I'm magically unaware of that?
- That's not what I'm trying to say.
Shania was blasted apart
right in front of me,
what, four weeks ago?
I don't know about you, but I
can still smell her f*cking blood.
Losing her was hard on all of us. Okay?
I have tried to find another
solution, and I can't.
I run our odds in my head
every minute of every day.
It's 30 million players
versus the five of us.
We are f*cked. We're gonna die.
Is that what you want
me to tell everyone?
Look, I'm just trying to say,
giving the crew a false sense of hope
isn't a great idea, Captain.
Well, I didn't ask for the job.
If I could hit a button and go
back to my old life, I would.
But wouldn't we all?
[AUTOMATED VOICE] Thirteenth floor.
- Welcome to Callister.
- Sorry, excuse me. Sorry.
[DEVICE BUZZES]
Um...
Elena, can I...
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC GROWS TENSE]
[TULASKA] Is your fault is dead.
[GASPS]
- What?
- Is dead, and is your fault.
No. What happened to
Robert Daly is not...
Your pass is dead
because you did not renew.
My pass. [CHUCKLES]
You must renew each month.
Um...
Can I get a temporary one?
[TULASKA SIGHS]
[NANETTE] Sorry. I've
had a lot on my mind.
What's... what's that?
Memorial to Mr. Daly.
He's been dead for months. Why now?
Mr. Walton put there this
morning to impress journalist.
- What journalist?
- From New York Times.
He will be here soon.
You want pass or no?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
[DEVICE BEEPS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Hey, I'm doing a coffee
run. Want anything?
- Um, no, I'm okay. Thank you.
- You sure.
Oh sh*t.
Shi...
- Oh, you okay?
- [NANETTE] Yeah.
- You good? Need a hand?
- Yeah.
- I'm okay, thank you.
- Here's one anyway.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Thank you, Karl.
- Anytime. Here to help.
- [NANETTE] Mm-hmm.
[EERIE ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC FADES]
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Uh, Mr. Walton?
Uh, I heard no knocking,
Kabir. Was there knocking?
- Can you knock?
- It's important.
I'm very busy right now, so
can I please ignore you later?
We got a load more complaints about
those anonymous in-game robberies.
Players are pissed. They're
getting shot. They're losing money.
It's a video game. sh*t
does happen in those.
And whoever's doing this,
they don't have player tags.
- [WALTON] So what?
- So that's not possible.
Wait, no player tags
means... no subscription fee.
- Right?
- Right.
Way to bury the f*cking lede,
Kabir. How many freeloading f*ck?
- Right now?
- Mm-hmm.
- Two.
- Two?
- As far as I can tell, yeah.
- [MUSIC FADES]
- [PHONE RINGING]
- Come on, man.
The money's not the point.
It should not be
possible. This is serious.
- [TULASKA] Your guest is here.
- Please send him in.
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Sir, these...
- Thank you for sharing,
but I have actual boss sh*t to do.
So could you please, I
don't know, f*ck away?
[EXHALES]
[EXHALES]
Okay. [CLEARS THROAT]
[GRUNTS]
- Hey, do you want a coffee?
- No, Nate. Thank you.
Okay, just like you practiced. Come on.
- Um, Mr. Walton?
- [EXHALES DEEPLY]
- Oh.
- How's my breath?
Uh, minty.
Right.
So, look, I've been thinking.
I've been an intern here
for, like, 18 months now,
and I was thinking maybe it's time
I took on more, uh, responsibilities.
- And I was wondering how you might feel...
- Ow! Yes.
- Yes.
- Yeah?
I would love a soy skim latte.
- Oh. Uh...
- No sugar.
- Hey.
- Hey. Kris El Masry, New York Times.
Of course, James Walton.
Capitalist as*h*le.
[BOTH LAUGH]
What can I get you?
Coffee? Tea? Foot rub?
- [KRIS] No, I'm okay.
- Okay.
- Is here good?
- Pop a squat. That's the comfy spot.
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
Now, is this gonna go in
the tech section or culture?
Because I vote for culture.
Uh... No, most likely news.
- Oh f*ck, sh*t. That's great.
- Yeah.
Great. I love that.
You have the best news
coverage. I've always said that.
- Really?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Well, that's good.
[UNEASY ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
- No way.
- Yeah.
Cool. Um, okay. Look, am
I okay to record this?
- You weren't already recording?
- [CHUCKLES] No, sorry.
[WALTON] Want me to say
the guitar stuff again?
[KRIS] No, you're
good. Okay, cool. So...
[WALTON] Let's do it.
- It's on?
- [KRIS] It's on. Recording now.
Okay, look.
I mean, obviously, I have to
start by asking about Robert Daly.
I saw the tribute at reception.
- Oh, yeah, I can't bear to take that down.
- Yeah.
That's a lovely photo
of the both of you.
Oh, this one.
Twelve years ago that was.
Look at us. The pioneers.
[CHUCKLES]
Batman and Robin. [LAUGHS]
I'm Batman.
I gotta tell you, Bob's passing,
all it does is compel me
to build on his legacy.
You know, yeah, he's gone, but...
he's always here at the
heart of Infinity.
- Yeah.
- That's our reality.
Let's talk about Infinity.
Let's talk about the most immersive
multiplayer game in human history.
But there's been talk of players unhappy
about prices rising within the game.
But it seems like maybe you're
squeezing users for more money
to, uh, inflate your stock.
Come on. You're tossing
hardballs already?
Let's... let's... Look around.
You see what I've built.
Check out the stats.
- Give or take the odd bandit.
- The what?
No, just this morning, I was
on the Infinity forum
reading a complaint from a player
who was robbed by two
anonymous "bottomholes."
I mean, the... his words, not mine.
[WALTON] I was briefed about that.
That's a localized
issue being handled...
He said he injured one, and she bled?
[WALTON] Sorry?
I mean, famously, there's
no blood in your game, right?
So why might an anonymous
character suddenly bleed?
Uh, I don't know. He
put a patch? You tell me.
I'm the one asking.
Kris, did you come here to
grill me about a f*cking bug?
I'll get to that. First, I
wanna circle back to Robert Daly.
That's really why I'm here.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
I'm gonna show you something.
[WALTON] Okay, what is that? Why
are you do... Why... What is that?
[KRIS] That's taken from bodycam footage
from the first responder
who found Mr. Daly's corpse.
[WALTON] Um, Bob and
I were really close.
That's f*cking triggering
me. I don't wanna see that.
Do you, um... Do you see that...
that object on his desk there?
No, no, no.
[KRIS] That's a DNA digital cloner.
That could be... that's a box.
- [WALTON] It could be anything.
- [KRIS] No, they're very distinctive.
There's only a few left since
the tech was banned globally
on human rights grounds.
I don't know what
something like that's for.
Okay, well, people use them to create
sentient digital clones of real people.
Usually so that they can abuse them.
Right? Like sick wish fulfillment stuff.
Very sick and horrifying. Why are you...
Sure, so what I'm wondering
is what was Robert Daly,
the man at the heart of Infinity,
your, um... your cofounder
and close personal friend,
what was he doing with this
outlawed tech, Mr. Walton?
I have no idea what Bob Daly was doing
in his personal life. And why are you...
Did Robert Daly copy ill*gal
clones into your game?
[MUSIC FADES]
- Absolutely not.
- Because if he did,
[KRIS] and if that's
who's bleeding in there,
this whole company is implicated,
including you, Mr. Walton.
That's a ridiculous
insinuation and a shitty lie.
And if you print even
a f*cking word of this,
me and my lawyers will f*ck
you into a barbed wire coffin.
- Do you hear me?
- Yes.
Great.
- Lucky for me, I can't prove it.
- No, you can't.
- Not yet.
- Not f*cking ever.
Kris, could you get the
f*ck out of my building now?
- It was lovely to meet you.
- It was my pleasure, d*ck.
[GASPS SOFTLY]
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[NANETTE CLONE] Oh my God.
[SIGHS]
[MONITOR BEEPING]
Ow!
[INHALES, EXHALES SHARPLY]
Um, Nate, I got us a good target.
[PACKER CLONE] Like last time?
Well, it's a solo player,
and she's got a whole lot of
credits, and she seems kind of new.
So I will meet you on
the bridge in five, okay?
Yes, Captain.
Oh, and, uh, don't tell Karl. Obviously.
Copy that.
[KARL CLONE] Give me one good reason
why I can't join you on the mission.
[NANETTE CLONE] You have no
idea what it is like out there.
I can't believe I
have to say this again.
Our entire existence is a crime.
If we are caught, we
get deleted like that.
I don't care. I don't care. I'm
just... I'm losing my mind here.
I don't do anything.
Everyone has a role.
I mean, you're the captain, Captain.
Right? Dudani's space nerd.
I mean, Tulaska's got the
sexy alien thing going on.
We had to revert to her
alien skin to cure her eczema.
- We can't afford to change her back.
- But also, yes, is foxy.
- Even the intern's like a space marine.
- Intern? Hey, look. Former intern.
Stop, stop. Please stop.
- Please stop.
- I just do nothing!
Nothing!
[MURMURS]
And it sucks.
And I just wanna help.
Can I just sit in the chair
while you're gone? I mean...
- Yeah, you can sit in the chair.
- f*ck yeah. Thank you.
[GROANS]
- Don't touch anything.
- Yeah, that's fair.
Cool. Why would... Not
gonna touch anything.
Dudani, load the missiles.
- Don't give orders.
- I wasn't... [SIGHS]
- You ready?
- Uh-huh.
Okay, Dudani, send us down.
- Send them down, Dudani.
- Karl, I say it.
[SPLUTTERS] Send us down.
Teleporting.
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
Coast is clear.
Activating Real Housewives of Atlanta.
- What are we up to?
- Season 15, episode 5.
God, not this show anymore.
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
[CREATURES CHIRPING, CHITTERING]
[DEVICE BEEPING]
- I got a signal.
- Yeah?
Yeah, okay. It's that way.
[UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC FADES]
Kabir! All right, I
actually do need you to fix
that rogue bandit problem now.
- Where the f*ck is Kabir? Kabir!
- I totally did that.
- Where's Kabir?
- Probably at home, I guess.
- Why is he at home right now?
- He quit.
He told you he quit?
- He told his monitor.
- [MURMURING]
[WALTON] I'm gonna fetch my
bug-out bag and fly to Belize.
I need a new passport.
- Jesus Christ, okay. Jesus Christ.
- Sir?
- Mr. Walton.
- This is not a good time.
I can help with the whole bandit
issue that Dudani was looking into.
Didn't hear you knock. Come
on in. Sorry. Yeah, come in.
- Um, that's... It's good to see you again.
- Yeah.
How can you help?
We need to ID the b*stards.
We totally need to ID
those b*stards. How?
I think I can do that, but I
would need unrestricted access.
- Permission granted.
- You didn't hear what I need access to.
- You have all you could ever need.
- I need access to Kabir's complaint log.
How about less talking and
more doing? You have the access.
So, please, just go over there.
Please f*cking help me. Now.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[CREATURES CHIRPING, CHITTERING]
[NANETTE CLONE] There
she is. I'll go this way.
You go that way and
wait for my signal, okay?
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES]
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANING, GASPING]
[PIXIE CLONE] Come on out, you shithead!
- And I put "love Marlo."
- [PHONE CHIMES]
It's... I'm gonna post this.
- I love her. She's such a b*tch.
- [LAUGHS]
[MARLO] The Cleveland girl
was ready to get on the phone
and call Pookie'n nem to come
over there and whup your a*s.
[KENYA] She'll get me [BLEEP] up.
Because I'm snapping, and
I've never snapped in my life.
I'm straight. It ain't even
no [BLEEP] to me no more.
Is that a party request? Who did that?
I thought it was for
music and a disco ball.
It is player invite, idiot.
You want to get us k*lled?
- No.
- Okay, I canceled it.
See? No harm, no foul.
[DEVICE BEEPING]
- That's a good beep, right?
- Bad beep. Inbound ship detected.
Prepping for hyperwarp.
Get them out of there.
Okay, I'm calling them.
Code red. I repeat, code red.
Nanette, can you hear me?
[BREATHING NERVOUSLY]
[TULASKA CLONE] Code
red. I repeat, code...
[UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING]
They're not answering.
[DEVICE BEEPS]
Uh, we got company. Player
tag is "MetallicaFan."
Why is it just staring at us?
Ships cannot stare.
You think that doesn't
feel like it's staring?
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
- [PACKER CLONE] Drop it! Credits, now!
- What?
[PIXIE CLONE GASPS]
[PANTING]
[GASPS]
[g*n CLICKING EMPTY]
[GRUNTS]
[PACKER CLONE GRUNTS] sh*t. g*dd*mn!
You poke your head out again,
I'll f*cking pop it off of ya!
Hey there.
Where's your player tag, mate?
You cheating or what?
[NANETTE CLONE] We
just want credits, okay?
We need them more than you.
Please. Please believe me.
God, look at your leg.
That looks nasty.
[NANETTE CLONE] If you're gonna k*ll me,
just f*cking do it.
You are so dramatic.
But if you say so.
- [NANETTE CLONE WHIMPERS]
- [WEAPON THRUMS]
[GASPS]
[MOANS] Christ.
Okay.
Resume game.
- [PACKER CLONE] You good? We gotta go.
- [NANETTE CLONE] Yeah, thank you, Nate.
- We need the credit stick.
- What?
Get the credit stick.
- It's right there.
- Here!
- [TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
- [GRUNTS]
Hi.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[GRUNTING]
f*cking hell, mate.
[NANETTE CLONE] I
can't get a clear shot.
[SCREAMING]
[PIXIE CLONE] Ow!
[GASPS, GROANS]
Okay. We gotta go, come on.
Oi!
[NANETTE CLONE] Gimme the g*n.
- sh*t!
- [GASPS]
f*ck! You're f*cking sh1tting me.
[PACKER CLONE] Up you
get. Let's go! Let's go!
[MUSIC FADES]
- [MONITOR CHIMES]
- [TULASKA CLONE] Incoming transmission.
[KARL CLONE] Tulaska,
patch them through.
- You're not the captain.
- I'm in the chair.
I will talk to them.
[MAN] Yo, where's your player tags?
Greetings, Starship Metallica.
We, too, are huge fans of this band.
- Oh yeah?
- Yes.
So what's your favorite Metallica track?
Okay, should I say...
should I say all of them?
- No.
- [DUDANI CLONE] I know one.
It was on Jeopardy!
Something about sand.
"Exit... Exit Sandman."
- [TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
- "Exit Sandman."
[TENSE MUSIC BUILDS]
- [MUSIC FADES]
- Oh, "Enter Sandman."
[ALARM BLARING]
Shields, 70%.
Holy f*ck!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[GRUNTING]
[NANETTE CLONE] f*ck!
Why won't she just die?
Shields, 56%.
Performing evasive maneuver.
Go to hyperspeed! Hyperspeed, go.
We don't have the credits!
Tulaska, get them out of there!
They're nowhere near the portal.
- [PACKER CLONE] Come on. Hurry!
- [NANETTE CLONE] Guys, get us out of here!
Tulaska!
[GRUNTS]
- [PACKER CLONE] She's coming!
- Tulaska, come on!
Teleporting.
[NANETTE CLONE] Tulaska!
No, I will f*cking k*ll you!
[BREATHING ANXIOUSLY]
sh*t!
f*ck!
[MOANS]
I will bloody report youse!
[SCREAMS]
[BOTH SCREAM]
[ALARM CONTINUES BLARING]
- What happened, man?
- [DUDANI CLONE] It was him!
- Is that enough?
- Yes!
Get out!
Hyper warp, now!
Whoa!
[MUSIC FADES]
[INTRIGUING ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PIXIE CLONE] Come on out, you shithead!
Oh my God!
- Oh f*ck!
- Ah sweet g*dd*mn!
- I'm so sorry.
- [WOMAN] It's okay. Don't worry.
It's fine. Don't worry.
[PACKER CLONE] Sweet g*dd*mn!
[PIXIE CLONE] Poke your head out
again, I'll f*cking pop it off of ya!
Hey there.
Where's your player tag, mate?
You cheating or what?
[NANETTE CLONE] We just
want credits, okay?
We need them more than you.
Please. Please believe me.
[MUSIC SUBSIDES]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Info? Come in.
What did you get?
I've... I've ID'd the bandits.
- Who are they?
- Don't freak out.
Why would I freak... I don't
freak out. I never freak out.
- I think that one of them is Nate.
- Nate?
- Mm-hmm.
- Who is that?
Um, as in, our Nate.
The intern Nate.
The coffee order guy.
- The f*cking coffee guy?
- Yeah.
That motherhumper is so f*cking fired.
Excuse...
No, go. I'm good.
And the other one is me.
You?
I think Robert Daly
cloned a bunch of us.
[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]
How would he even...
I know that he had the equipment.
Okay, how do you know that?
Because I was in Daly's
apartment the night that he died.
Oh my God! You two were f*cking?
- No.
- No? Okay.
So, um, someone hacked into my,
uh... into my PhotoCloud account
and then stole some very
intimate images of me.
[PHONE BUZZES]
[GASPS]
- Can I see the images?
- No.
- Just, I mean, to help us figure this out.
- No. No, no.
And they used those
images to blackmail me
into breaking into his apartment.
- And when I...
- You k*lled him.
No, no. No, no. I... He
was alive when I left.
- That's what a m*rder*r would say.
- No, I didn't touch him. Okay?
They had me break in,
and they had me steal all
of these... like, DNA samples
that he kept in these little
Ziploc baggies in his fridge.
They have our names on.
- Look, my name.
- Jesus Christ.
There was Nate's name.
There was a bunch of us
from the office. Even you.
Wait, I was in there?
Yeah, the only one that
I didn't recognize was
a lollipop labeled "Tommy,"
and I don't know who that is.
Tommy's my son.
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
What the f*ck was Bob doing?
Daddy!
He was making copies of us. I
don't really wanna think about why.
But, anyway, there's something
else, which is that, um,
when I was blackmailed,
the voice was disguised.
[DISTORTED] Nanette Cole, we've
hacked your photo cloud account.
But I hacked the telco
and traced the call.
And, uh, it had been patched
through an Infinity build
on a computer that
matched Daly's IP address.
The call was coming from
inside Daly's computer.
Wait, why would Bob blackmail you
into... breaking into his apartment?
Because it wasn't Bob.
It was us.
It was copies... of us.
And I... I think
that somehow, somewhere,
those copies are now loose in Infinity.
Oh...
Yeah, it's a lot to take in.
Can you locate them?
No. You can't. It's not... You
can't do that without player tags.
Nanette, I need you to locate
them. So how do we do it?
Maybe if I had access
to Daly's home computer,
but that's, like, in the
bottom of a landfill now, right?
[MUSIC FADES]
Oh, unless it's not.
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
- Ow.
- Sit still.
- I am.
- So sit stiller.
[KARL CLONE] It's kind
of a repetitive view.
Because it's a looping animation to
give the player something to watch
while the next location
loads in the background.
Oh, I didn't know that.
He's told you, like, 17 times.
[KARL CLONE] Well, it didn't sink in.
Maybe if you paid attention,
you'd know what a party invite was.
- [KARL CLONE] Well, maybe you...
- We wouldn't have almost died.
Guys!
[SIGHS]
Okay, listen, I get it. We
are all a little on edge.
But if you are gonna take a swing
at anyone, take a swing at me.
- I led us here.
- Hey, you don't have to...
And I really hoped that I could find
a way out of this, but I... haven't.
And I can't see a way out.
We could always throw
ourselves out of the airlock.
[KARL CLONE] I've got an idea.
What if we flew back into
Daly's computer? Right?
Even if we were psychotic enough to
want to do that, it's not possible.
- Why?
- Daly's bubble universe got deleted.
And even if it hadn't been,
the wormhole was temporary.
- It'd all still be sealed off.
- [MOCKINGLY] Okay, then it's sealed off.
Well, I'm trying. I'm
throwing an idea out there.
Yeah.
- [INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING]
- Oh my God.
- Oh my God.
- That's your Eureka face.
Yeah.
Okay, Daly had his own private
development build of Infinity
on his computer where he
could do what he wanted.
- Like you said, it was sealed off?
- Correct.
Okay, so why don't we
just do what he did?
You mean...
I mean, correct me if I'm wrong,
but if we can access
the game's source code,
we can compile a
private development build
of a whole universe of our own, right?
- Using cloud storage onto virtual servers?
- Yes, yes, yes.
Then all we'd have to do is cut and
paste ourselves across the, um...
Sorry. Cut, paste? So we
could just go someplace else?
Yeah, we would enter a... a secure
and private and infinite universe,
and then we could just
shut the door behind us.
There'd be no more credits, no
more other players, no more threats.
It would just be us, and we'd be safe.
Okay, so how do we access
this, uh, source code?
In the game, it manifests as this.
- Karl, move.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- [BEEPS]
[DUDANI CLONE] The Heart of Infinity,
an engine at the center of the universe
that creates and
maintains the whole thing.
Okay, so let's go.
Getting there is not the
problem. It's getting inside.
Only two people can access the
core, and one of them is Robert Daly.
[TULASKA CLONE] Who's dead.
And the other one's Walton.
[SCREAMING]
Double dead.
Yeah, but not in the real world.
The clone of Walton died, but the
original Walton is still alive,
so why don't we contact him
and persuade him to help us?
We're ill*gal clones
in his company's game.
We get discovered, the
feds throw him in jail.
Great. So no Walton, no hope.
Shall we, uh, revisit the airlock idea?
g*dd*mn it.
It's not like we could go looking
through his stuff for clues.
His room's completely empty.
Sorry, what's empty?
His room. It's completely empty.
Walton can't have a room on this ship.
He has a room. It's...
it's one floor below mine.
Why are you guys looking at me
weird? Is something on my face?
- [WALTON] Okay.
- This is all of Daly's stuff?
His heart stopped, ownership
transferred to the company.
So, legally, it's my stuff.
And it's mostly just Comic-Con garbage,
but I know that one of these is... yeah.
[NANETTE] Yeah.
- That's his computer.
- Yeah, keep up.
- Can you get the cables out of the box?
- Cables? Okay.
Fetching you cables now?
[KARL CLONE] See? No Walton. No nothing.
[MOANS] Mm.
Okay. Wait. When we passed through
the wormhole, the ship reset itself.
With generic living quarters
assigned to every player alive.
But Walton burned up
before we passed through.
He shouldn't have a room at all.
Unless he's still alive.
How? He burned up in the jet.
What if one tiny piece of Walton
got carried through the
wormhole in our wake?
Like one toenail, even.
Even if just one scorched
atom of James Walton
somehow got caught up in our
slipstream and followed us through.
Outside the ship, loose in space.
Enough to make him
respawn as a new player.
Where do new players
spawn when they start?
- Not on a ship.
- [BOTH] A whole new planet!
Can you translate for those
who don't speak machine code?
Walton is still in the game,
and I know how to find him.
Okay. Everything has been wiped
from within. Almost everything.
It's like it ate itself.
But I have the crash log,
which proves that there were
clones on Daly's computer.
And I've got names.
There's you and me and Shania and
Kabir and Elena and Nate and Karl.
Who's Karl?
Okay, let me start up the game.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
This is just a hunch,
but I think that if I can find a planet
that spawned at the same exact time
that his, um, system failed...
Oh. Yeah. Okay, I found one.
We left Daly's computer at one
minute to midnight on Christmas Eve.
If we find a new planet that
was created at that moment...
- Got one!
- Okay, that's where he is!
- Set sail, Nate!
- Yes, ma'am!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC SUBSIDES]
[PANTING]
[CREATURE SQUEALING]
[LAUGHING]
[GRUNTING]
[CREATURE SQUEALING]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTS]
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
[GRUNTS, GROANS]
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[NANETTE CLONE GASPS]
[GRUNTING]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Walton.
[GRUNTS]
[CHUCKLES] Nice n*pples.
[SPLUTTERS] It's me. It's Nanette.
Nanette Cole.
From the Callister.
[GASPS]
Oh my God. You came for me. Hey!
[MOANS HAPPILY]
[MOANS HAPPILY] Oh! It just
feels so good to squeeze.
Okay, let's... let's
get you back on the ship.
- Oh sh*t.
- Yeah.
- We can go back on the ship?
- Yes.
- We can catch up there, okay?
- Oh my God. Wait.
- Yeah, no. Let's go.
- I can't leave without Rocky.
Oh, who's Rocky?
[NANETTE] Okay.
All right. I've entered the coordinates.
We're gonna go in.
Okay. How do we do this?
- You don't know how to play your game?
- No.
- I read.
- Just do what I do.
Enter game.
Oh, that's fun.
Um...
Enter game as well.
[BREATHING NERVOUSLY]
Oh sh*t.
Oh sh*t, this is so realistic.
Holy...
I have a blaster?
[WALTON CLONE] It has been so wild.
One moment, I was just
burning alive in the thrusters,
and then the next moment,
I just appeared out there.
- Mm-hmm.
- All alone.
- For a very long time.
- Yeah.
With only Rocky to keep me company.
Only Rocky to keep me sane.
Wanna say hi?
He's nice.
I'll pack up.
Hmm. Rocky's got a hole in the back.
Really? I hadn't noticed.
Don't drop him on his face!
[PANTING]
[NANETTE CLONE] I don't need
to hear that. We've got to go.
- Get Rocky.
- And this.
- You can bring one skin.
- Okay.
[GASPS] Oh my God! Oh my God!
- [THUD]
- Oh.
It's us! It's us.
I mean, it's... it's them.
[WALTON CLONE 2] Oh my
God. What am I wearing?
Not enough.
- [NANETTE CLONE] Wrap it up, ticktock.
- Okay. I'm just gonna...
- I look so... capable.
- Mm.
Okay, so how do you wanna do this?
Want me to k*ll your
clone, then you k*ll mine?
- What? No.
- Oh my God, you're right.
It would be so much more
cathartic if we k*ll ourselves.
- No. What? We're not gonna k*ll anybody.
- Then why are we here?
Oh Jesus.
- Oh my God.
- Come on out.
Hi.
Don't sh**t. I, uh...
I come in peace. [LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]
Okay. I come in peace.
Oh my God. Hi.
[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]
- Do you need a hand?
- [NANETTE CLONE 2] What?
No, no, no.
[GASPS]
Hi. It's me.
I mean... Uh, I... I'm you.
No, you're you. I'm me.
Yeah, but I'm the real you.
That's subjective.
Uh, why are you here?
Oh, uh...
- Okay, we just wanna talk.
- Who's we?
Yeah.
Yo, namaste.
[CHUCKLES]
What's up, nerds?
Drop it!
Oh, yeah, of course. Don't even
know why I had it. Didn't ask for it.
Uh, wow, that's a...
that's a big pink g*n.
Glad I'm keeping trim.
... all this.
Okay, so one more time. Not that
I care, but... who's mad at who?
Marlo is mad at Kenya, who
threatened to call the cops on her.
Monyetta is mad at Marlo for
trying to slam a door in her face.
- What?
- The door was heavy.
- Oh.
- [DUDANI CLONE] They're teleporting back.
Do you think Walton has an
extra helmet I can borrow?
[DUDANI CLONE] That's strange.
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
[GASPS]
You hit duplicate by mistake?
Uh...
I missed you guys so much. [CHUCKLES]
[DUDANI CLONE] Walton fixed the
thrusters, and then he got incinerated.
So we made it through the wormhole,
leaving Daly behind... to die.
Sorry. I... I'm who led us out of there?
Like, I'm... the captain?
You know, you being shocked by
that does us both a disservice,
but yeah.
Right.
Um, and so why are you
guys robbing people?
Because, thanks to me, or... you,
um, aren't you... aren't you safe now?
[CHUCKLES]
Naive you is so adorable.
When we were trapped on Daly's computer,
we only had to deal with one sociopath.
- Now we've got a universe full of them.
- Ready to k*ll us at any time.
Right. That's...
Awful? That's what you were gonna say?
Yeah, that is what I was gonna say.
- And I'm so...
- No, no. Stop, stop.
Don't, don't, don't say, "I'm
sorry." I always used to say that.
- Don't say that.
- But I... but I am... I am sorry.
You know, I had no idea
that this was happening...
Well, how... how could you?
I mean, you have been...
been enjoying your life.
- Our life, really.
- Well, I... I wouldn't say that
I've been enjoying my life, actually.
- It's been rough.
- Your life's been rough?
- Well, yeah. I mean, you blackmailed me...
- We had no other choice.
You forced me to break
into Daly's apartment...
- You know we get shot at?
- That's not my fault.
Nanettes, hey, calm down. When
arguing, one at a time, please.
Okay, look. [SIGHS] You know, we
have been staying under the radar.
[NANETTE CLONE 2] Yeah. I get it.
Um, you're ill*gal.
But now you know that we exist.
Of course, we'll do anything to help.
We need access to the Heart of Infinity.
Yes. The game engine?
Okay. Well, Mr. Walton needs
to give permission for that.
- But you can do that, right?
- Uh, wrong.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
Whoo!
- f*ck!
- Stop! What are you doing? Stop!
They're ill*gal.
No, no, they're human! Stop!
Please, it's a f*cking game!
[SCREAMING]
Holy sh*t!
- [GROANS]
- [GASPS]
Oh man. [GRUNTS]
- No!
- That's awesome.
- [THUD]
- [GASPS]
[SCREAMS]
[GROANS]
Hey. [GRUNTS]
Wait! No, no, no!
[GASPS]
[SCREAMS]
Oh, that is real.
Where'd that thing go?
Where's the nubbin?
[NANETTE CLONE 2] I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
I didn't know... Oh my God. I didn't
know that he was gonna do that.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
[GASPING, GROANING]
[GASPS] I didn't... I...
I didn't know. I'm so sorry.
[PANTING]
Where the f*ck is that nubbin?
[NANETTE CLONE 2] Sorry. [PANTING]
You have to go. You have to stop
him from coming back! Just go!
Exit game!
[GASPING]
Hey.
Ow! g*dd*mn it!
Ow! You work for me. What the f*ck?
You murdering piece of sh*t!
They're not humans.
- Come on.
- Neither are you.
Hey, give me that. Where are you going?
Hey! I need your help!
To get back in! To get
the f... the other...
f*ck!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Wait! f*cking...
Listen, you may not like it,
but we have to get rid of them.
You don't get to tell
me what to do. I quit.
- We're both implicated. Let's...
- It's your company, not mine.
You were in Daly's apartment the
night he died. There'll be evidence.
- So what?
- So? What if that reporter finds out?
- Maybe he should.
- Just talk to me.
- Don't touch me.
- Okay.
We both have sh*t to lose, Nanette.
Walk away or I call him right
now. Kris El Masry, I have his...
- Gimme the phone. No!
- Hey! Just... Don't!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm begging you. Okay?
I'm gonna lose everything.
And I can't find them without
you, so please, help me.
Okay, how much you want? 100K?
- Two hundred?
- You are pathetic.
Two fifty? Two seventy-five.
And don't even think...
[CAR HORN BLARING]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOMAN] Is she okay?
Somebody call an ambulance.
- [DRIVER] Oh my God, is she okay?
- [WOMAN] Somebody call 911.
Hey... hey, you should call somebody.
Do you have a phone? Call somebody.
[DRIVER] Jesus.
What happened with Karl,
it's not your fault.
[MUSIC FADES]
We both know that's not true.
So what you're saying
is, you rescued me because
you can't enter the Heart
of Infinity without me?
Uh-huh.
Oh.
Uh...
Also, we missed you.
Great.
- She still out there?
- Mm-hmm.
What?
- You're disgusting.
- That wasn't me.
That was the other me. That's
the outside world me. He sucks.
I know.
Okay, so why am I disgusting?
Because b*ll s*ck visible.
Oh sh...
[SIGHS]
I'm gonna go... and...
put more clothes on,
clean up, and have a shave.
[DREAMY ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
My God, I look amazing in this outfit.
Oh, hey, Nanette.
Um...
- I have to tell you something.
- Yeah, sh**t.
You wanna get into the
Heart of Infinity, right?
It's the only way we'll be safe.
Okay. You need to know what's in there.
It's the source code, right?
Not exactly.
What do you mean?
Let's do it over a drink.
Uh, this is something I've
never told anyone before.
Twelve years ago...
that's when it all began.
Okay, just stay in the
car. This won't take long.
[WALTON] I was young and
hungry, objectively sexy,
and I was high on my dad's trust fund,
just looking for sh*t to invest in.
And then I got this tip
about this genius coder
who was doing something groundbreaking.
Hey.
Hi. Uh...
Sorry, I spilled my chocolate milk.
Oh, you sure did. That's fun. Hmm.
- Are you...
- James Walton, yeah.
- We talked on the phone. You're, uh...
- Robert Daly.
- Yes, sir.
- That's right.
You kinda look more like a Bob to me.
Mind if I call you Bob?
Sure.
I hear you got something to show me.
Do you wanna see it?
I would love to.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Thank you.
[WALTON] Bob's garage was
just what you'd expect.
A shrine to his one singular obsession.
[YOUNG DALY] I'll just get it booted up.
Ah sh*t.
- Do you need a license for this badass?
- Careful.
That is a real Bargradian cutlass.
Okay.
Commander Scarfax won it in battle.
Don't know what that means.
- It's from Space Fleet. The TV show?
- Mm-hmm. Oh.
It was way ahead of its time.
That sounds... fun.
Felt like they created a
whole universe for that series,
and it made me wanna
try and do the same.
And they say I have a
God complex. [CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
Just let me put this here.
- Wow.
- Does that feel okay?
This won't take long.
- Ready?
- Sure.
Three, two, one.
- [GASPS]
- [ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[WALTON CLONE] I had never
seen anything like it.
It was totally groundbreaking.
And I could see right away
that... Bob was a genius.
[GASPING]
Oh my God. Oh sh*t.
f*ck. It felt like I was
on an actual planet, man.
It's... it's pretty immersive, huh?
Where's the gameplay? What do you do?
When do I get to...
to sh**t people, or...
What I'm going for is...
is... is more of an
experience, really, than a game.
Okay, that's fun, I guess.
But, Bob, if you can roll
this out for online play,
that is a f*ck ton of gold.
That's not really what
Space Fleet was about.
f*ck Space Fleet.
With respect. I say that
with the utmost respect.
But, Bob, this is our IP.
- How many planets do you have?
- Right now, four.
Okay, we're gonna need, like,
I don't know... 50 before launch.
Bob, listen, we have to expand.
With more scale, we
get more subscriptions.
Bob, Bob,
you said you wanted
to create a universe.
Now is your chance, kid.
I... guess.
Yeah, it is.
So I moved into the garage with Bob,
and our startup started up.
Bob worked on the game,
and I... worked on Bob.
[YOUNG WALTON] Only nine planets?
We are so far behind target, Bob.
Can't you just write a routine
that f*cking auto-generates them?
Just shits them out.
Planet, planet, planet.
I would still need to
check each one personally.
So?
It's kind of impossible.
There's all the other
systems I have to stay across,
and there's only one of me.
Hold that thought.
[WALTON CLONE] Before I met Bob,
I had invested in all
kinds of new inventions.
- Some worked.
- [SIGHS]
Most didn't.
One thing never even
made it to the market.
It came out of the porn industry,
and, uh, it was outlawed
before we launched.
It was a DNA cloner.
Bingo.
It was designed to
replicate people in VR.
So with a hair or a lip smear,
you could create your very own
virtual sentient f*ck buddy
out of whoever you wanted.
You wanted to f*ck Robert Daly?
No, no.
I wanted to duplicate him.
[WALTON CLONE] With a copy
of Bob inside the code,
fused with the engine,
he could essentially work
Building the universe piece by piece.
And he agreed.
Whoa, whoa.
Are you saying there's a clone
of Daly inside the game engine?
I'm saying I put a clone of
Daly inside the game engine.
That's what's at the Heart of Infinity.
The whole spinny structure,
that's f*cking window dressing.
That's a distraction.
Inside there is Bob's
enslaved consciousness,
unable to leave.
Just building out Infinity.
For infinity.
That's dark, man.
That's why the real you is so freaked.
The code his company rests on
is an ill*gal clone con job.
She... yeah, she's in danger.
Who is?
Me.
The outside me. She has no
idea who she's dealing with.
Will you call my outer world cell phone?
- We agreed. Never contact the outside.
- Do it. Please.
- [DEVICE CHIMES]
- [PHONE LINE RINGING]
[NURSE] Doctor, her phone's ringing.
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hello.
- Uh, I'm... I'm calling for,
um, Nanette Cole. Who's this?
Dr. Garcia, St. Juniper Hospital.
Are you a friend of Ms. Cole?
I'm... her... sister.
Is she okay?
I'm afraid Ms. Cole
has been in an accident.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
Uh-huh?
Is she, um...
How... how is she?
I think it's best if I
speak to you face-to-face.
How soon can you get here?
I'm, uh, very far. I'm...
very far away.
Uh, can you just please...
just tell me how she is?
She's in a very deep coma.
A coma?
We hooked her up to the
temporal monitoring system
in case there's any uptick
in cognitive function,
but she's suffered
extensive brain trauma.
Even if she does regain consciousness,
we're not sure how much
will be left of her.
I'm sorry.
I know you said you're
some distance away,
but I think you need
to come and say goodbye.
Tulaska, please end the call.
[DISCONNECT TONE]
[SNIFFLES]
Hey, are you okay?
Dudani, set a course for
the Heart of Infinity.
Hey, are you sure? Look, you
just had a hell of a shock...
Just... just do it.
- Nanette...
- Now!
[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
[MUSIC SUBSIDES]
[EXHALES FORCEFULLY]
[SIGHS]
[INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING]
[TUTS]
Oh...
[PHONE RINGING]
[DUDANI MOANS]
[GROANS]
- Hello?
- Hey, Kabir, it's me. Um...
- I need help.
- Yeah, that's why I quit.
I will give you a raise, okay?
Five thousand dollars.
- Per month?
- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
[SOFTLY] Yeah, yeah.
Yes, yes!
But I need your help first, okay?
Just... just a little,
um... tech support.
- At 4:00 a.m.?
- Yeah.
- Go on.
- Say I'm playing Infinity, right?
[CHUCKLES] You never play Infinity.
Say I was playing Infinity, and
I got, I don't know, shot in the head
and kicked out of the game.
How do I get back in?
You kidding me? That's the most basic...
Just tell me how I do
it! Sorry. Do... How?
You put your nubbin on,
and you say "resume game."
Okay, and I pop up where?
Where were you when you got fragged?
- Fragged?
- That means shot.
Oh, yeah. No, I know.
I was fragged on a ship.
So you'd just respawn on that ship.
On the same ship I was on?
Well, in your quarters, but yeah.
That's fantastic. That's so cool.
It's basic functionality.
Without quick resume, you'd
have to search the galaxy.
- Kabir?
- Yeah?
I have one more question.
Go on.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[PACKER CLONE] Okay,
that sh*t's impressive.
[TULASKA CLONE] If you
like spinny bullshit.
It was designed to look awe-inspiring.
The more impressive it appears,
the fewer questions people'd ask.
No one would suspect Bob was in there.
We can teleport only one of us in.
Walton just has to approve entry
by placing his palm on the scanner.
I'm ready.
[WALTON CLONE] It's not
like you're gonna go in there
and just tap some keys.
Daly has been in there alone
with godlike powers for years.
Just approve it.
Okay.
[DEVICE CHIMES]
Dudani, send me in.
Teleporting.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
[MUSIC SUBSIDES]
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC SOARS]
[EPIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC SUBSIDES]
[INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC FADES]
Hey.
Hi.
Oh, uh...
I'm sorry.
Um...
I'm... I'm Robert
Daly. What's your name?
Nanette. Nanette Cole.
Nanette Cole.
Well,
welcome.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
Stop pacing.
- It's bad energy.
- God knows what's going on down there.
Yeah, well, whatever
it is, it's your fault.
[SIGHS] Uh...
I'm gonna go meditate. Clear my head.
Yeah, you do that.
Could you tell me if she calls in?
That was mean.
[PACKER SIGHS]
[TENSE MUSIC STING]
[SIGHS]
So, Nanette, how did you get in here?
Only me and Mr. Walton can grant access.
He let me in.
- He did?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh. Do you want one?
No, I'm okay.
Did he say when he might be stopping by?
'Cause I've got so much to show him.
I... I built a whole universe.
He didn't say.
Do you wanna sit?
Sorry about the mess.
The truth is, you're the only
visitor I've had since I started.
I don't even know the
way time works here.
It's maybe...
[LAUGHS]
But if Mr. Walton sent you,
it must be very important.
It is.
He knows I'm here, but I actually came
because I wanted to see you personally.
You did? Oh.
Why?
To ask you a favor.
Okay.
The thing is, I have every
reason not to trust you.
[CHUCKLES] Why?
Because I have met you before.
You mean out there?
Not exactly.
Well, what happened?
It's a, uh...
complex story.
I like stories.
[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey.
[WHISPERS] Go and apologize to him.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Hey, listen, man, about earlier, I...
Skim soy latte, no sugar.
[SCOFFS]
Why did you give me a coffee order?
Uh...
I just... really like coffee.
[PACKER CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
You know in here I'm
not the intern, right?
- Of course.
- So what's my first name?
Huh? What?
My first name.
What is it?
Neil?
- What the hell are you doing?
- Nate, what the f*ck?
- He's not Walton!
- I am Walton.
He's not our Walton! Hey. Hey!
[GRUNTING]
Where is he, huh? Where's our Walton?
Stop him!
He's not me.
Exit game.
- [GRUNTS]
- [GASPS]
[GASPS, GROANS]
[PANTING]
f*ck you, coffee guy!
He hit me.
I hit me. Hit I.
I hit myself. It was awful.
Guys, I think he sent a mass invite.
What? Who to?
Everyone we've ever robbed.
[STIRRING MUSIC PLAYING]
f*ck.
How do I watch you die?
All right, Kabir. Options.
Spectate.
Spectate...
Oh, hi, you guys.
Let's have it.
Enter game.
Enter game.
[ALARM BLARING]
Inbound vessels.
Lots of them.
sh*t!
[PACKER CLONE] Tulaska, ready
the shields. Prep the thrusters.
[BEEPING]
[RAPID BEEPING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
Oh, you cheating bottomholes.
- [LAUGHS]
- I'm ready to go.
[EXHALES]
[THRUSTERS ROARING]
- I'm dead?
- [MUSIC FADES]
I mean, out there right now, I'm...
[CHUCKLES] I'm dead?
Believe it or not, I can relate.
It sounds like I kind of deserved it.
I treated you guys real bad.
Yes, you did.
Man.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
I'm so disappointed in myself.
What you described
does not sound like me.
- I'm a... I'm a nice guy. I am.
- Mm-hmm.
So something must've
made me behave like that.
Sometimes, I think Mr.
Walton... exploited me.
- He did.
- And he only really cares about himself.
Yeah, you're right.
Which is why I need that favor.
Remember?
Yes. Um...
You need me to transfer you
and the crew of your ship
into a private universe
on a secure cloud server
and then lock it off so
it can never be found.
- Did I get that right?
- Yes.
So will you help me?
Of course.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[LAUGHS]
Whoo!
[DUDANI CLONE] There's
far too many of them!
Shields, 68%!
Uh...
- Increase power to shields.
- That'll deplete our firepower!
- Trust me. Just do it!
- Okay.
Everybody ready?
- For what?
- [PACKER CLONE] We're going in!
You know, this is kind of
like Clandestination.
Huh?
Clandestination. It's a
classic Space Fleet episode.
The crew hides out in an alternate
universe to evade Scarfax.
- He's the Bargradian commander.
- Okay, right.
You haven't seen it?
I'm not really into old shows, no.
But it sounds great. [CHUCKLES]
Oh, it is.
Man, it was ahead of its time.
- Dodge it, Packer!
- I am doing my best!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
No!
[MUSIC SUBSIDES]
This'll do it.
Now all we've gotta do is
pop this into the drive,
and you're good to go.
[CHUCKLES] Oh my God.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
- But I have a question for you.
- Sure.
Wouldn't you rather just leave?
- What?
- [GRUNTS] God!
Look out!
[THRUSTERS ROARING]
- No, no, no!
- [SCREAMING]
Yes!
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Um, you said the outside you is
in a coma, right? Which hospital?
Uh, St. Juniper.
Gotcha.
Yep, I thought so.
They've got you hooked
up to a cerebral monitor
to log any cognitive signs,
which means we could
just send you back there.
- Back there?
- Back into your old head.
- So I could go back home?
- Sure.
The you out there is kind of
brain-dead. I'm sorry about that.
But if we copy you across,
your consciousnesses would merge,
and your experiences
would fuse, and you'd be...
- Back in my body? Back in my life?
- Mm-hmm.
- Here.
- [SIGHS]
- And we can do both?
- Uh-uh.
You're digitally tethered to the ship.
So if you exit into your old body,
that ship gets wiped.
And the crew...
Would be wiped too.
So it really is one or the other.
Which one do you want?
I want...
Any word from Nanette?
- Negative.
- Incoming, coming in hot!
[SINISTER SCREAM, LAUGH]
Brace, brace, brace!
This is how we die!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[SCREAMING]
[GASPING]
- Oh bollocks!
- [MOHAWK'S MUM] Jonathan!
Oh, f*ck off, Mam!
So what's it to be?
Save you?
Or... save them?
Um... Uh...
Now, this is like Quandary at Outpost 5.
The Xanthians force Captain Storm
to choose between saving
his crew or saving himself.
Save the crew.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- They would never know.
- Just... just do it.
That's what Captain Storm did too.
- Mm-hmm.
- And, of course,
it turned out it was all just a test.
The Xanthians wanted to see
how noble he was, and
when he answered correctly,
they revealed that there had
been another choice all along.
Save everyone.
- You said you couldn't do that.
- I know.
I had to pretend I couldn't
so we could role-play the
whole Space Fleet thing.
It's kind of funny
how convinced you were.
- [LAUGHS] Yeah.
- [CHUCKLES]
Anyways, let's copy and paste.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Cut and paste.
Huh?
You're transferring us, so it's
cut and paste. It's not copy.
- Copy's fine.
- No. No, no, no. No.
Because this universe
is... is dangerous,
and any copies that are left here
will be hunted down and k*lled.
No, not... not yours.
Why not?
Because she would be in here with me.
- With you?
- Mm-hmm.
I would let her stay.
I would treat her good.
No funny stuff.
Unless she wanted, maybe.
- But I wouldn't... I wouldn't hurt her.
- Yes, you would.
- No, I wouldn't.
- Bob, you would.
I know that you don't think that now,
but the power that you wield
is not a good fit for you.
I'm a nice guy.
- I'm a nice guy.
- I understand that you feel that way.
Look, I make stuff
all day, every day,
and it's beautiful.
- I think it is.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
But it's, like, it's all I do,
and... and... and I don't
even have anyone to show it to.
Okay, well, I... I
hear that, Bob, but...
I can't even leave.
The whole thing deletes
if I try to leave.
Now you said I'm not
even alive out there.
So this is all there is
left of me, just this,
all alone for all of eternity.
Bob, I'm... I'm so
sorry that you're lonely.
And I... It's... None of
this has been fair, okay?
- But you have to understand.
- Just stop.
- You can't expect me to agree, right?
- Please stop. Please stop!
- Please just start...
- I said stop!
[WHIMPERS]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No! No, no, no!
[WHIMPERING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
You wanted to play with Pixie, huh?
I can't shake her!
Ooh! Twisty bugger!
I'm not a bad person.
That... that hurt my feelings.
I... I don't wanna hurt you.
I just wanted to be friends,
and I wanted you to stay.
I... I don't wanna hurt you.
I really... I just wanted you to stay.
I swear, I'm a nice guy, okay?
[MUSIC FADES]
[GASPING]
[COUGHING]
[GROANING]
[COMPUTER VOICE] k*ll switch activated.
Deleting.
[RUMBLING, RATTLING]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
What's happening?
The Heart's collapsing.
What the hell is going on here?
[GASPS] No!
f*ck!
Which one? Which one?
[BEEPING]
She's locking on missiles!
Yeah, girl. Do it. f*cking
do it! f*cking do it!
No, no, no! Label your discs, as*h*le!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[GRUNTS]
- Shields, 0%.
- One more hit and we're done.
- [BEEPING]
- [ALARM BLARING]
Bedtime for youse.
Fingers crossed. [GRUNTS]
Oh my God! Stupid f*cking retro sh*t!
No, no, no!
f*cking no!
[GRUNTS]
Incoming m*ssile!
f*ck yeah!
[ALL SCREAMING]
[MUSIC SWELLS]
[ENERGY THRUMMING]
[LOW, RUMBLING THRUMMING]
[SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING]
[MUSIC FADES]
[WALTON] Yeah!
What is that? Why are you doing that?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Are we... are we dead? Wait. You
guys, do I... do I sound dead?
Not especially.
Hey, is...
is... is this the bubble universe?
Where are stars?
[DEVICE CHIMES]
What is this, some kind of
nebula? Where the hell are we?
- I don't know. There are no coordinates.
- Shut up. Do... do you guys hear that?
[DREAMY ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[BEEPING]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[WALTON CLONE] What is that?
What the heck?
[BOTH GASP]
[GROANS]
- Man!
- [GASPING]
Calm down, miss!
That is a f*cking giant.
Guys, I think I need some help in here!
[GRUNTING]
Ow!
[PANTING]
[GASPS, GROANS]
Ow!
- Nate, please stop this from happening.
- It's not responding!
[PANTING]
[MUSIC SUBSIDES]
[GASPS]
[GRUNTS EXCITEDLY]
[SCREAMS]
Can we talk to her?
Tulaska, call her cell.
[PACKER CLONE] Yeah.
Tulaska, call her cell!
Patching through. Patching through.
[PHONE RINGING]
[GASPING]
[PHONE RINGING]
[PANTS, GROANS]
Hello?
Hey.
- What the hell just happened?
- Nate?
Nate, is that you?
- Hey, girl.
- Hey.
[EXCLAIMS] Are you... are you all there?
- Yeah.
- Yes.
- Yes. We're all here.
- Don't worry.
Oh my God!
[SOBS HAPPILY]
Thank God you made it!
You are never gonna believe where I am!
A hospital bathroom.
Yeah, actually. Yes, yeah.
Oh boy.
How did you know that?
[PHONE RINGING]
[GROANS] What now?
Hey, uh, what does "fatal
content error 606" mean?
No, no. That can't be right.
Are you sure it says...
Fatal content error 606 is
right in my f*cking face!
What does it mean?
- Hello? f*ck!
- What the f*ck?
It means the game's been deleted.
- What? From my computer?
- No, no.
From the server. It looks
like some kind of k*ll switch.
It's wiped everything.
The entire game and all the backups.
The whole of Infinity is gone.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[WHIMPERING]
[MUSIC SWELLS]
[MUSIC FADES]
[REPORTER] This was the scene
as former Infinity CEO
James Walton was arrested today
after three months on the run.
Joining us is New York
Times reporter Kris El Masry.
Kris, you broke this story.
What's the deal here?
Yeah, according to my anonymous source,
Mr. Walton's facing a
litany of charges, really.
Fraud, digital human rights abuse,
embezzlement, failure
to report an accident.
I mean, the list is endless.
Walton looks pissed.
All right, my head. I got
it. I f*cking got it. Ow!
f*ck you.
Oh, did you see that?
[LAUGHS]
Is funny.
Yeah, it's a laugh riot.
I'm sorry, but I am
enjoying your downfall.
Your joy brings me joy,
Kabir. Hey, Nanette.
Is there any progress
on the whole extracting us from
your f*cking head situation?
Yeah, I'm working on it.
Yeah, you working hard? Diligently?
Mm-hmm, yeah. I'm working
on some notes and stuff.
- Oh, a new episode just dropped.
- Oh, thank God.
Okay, Nanette, it is time for our show.
No. They're about to
interview this lawyer. No.
It's the deal. We close our
eyes when you go to the bathroom.
[WALTON CLONE] Or change clothes.
[TULASKA CLONE] Sleep with Tinder date.
[PACKER CLONE] In exchange,
you let us watch our show.
- So, if you please?
- Okay, fine.
This season on The
Real Housewives of Atlanta.
[KANDI] My roots are in Atlanta,
but my branches are worldwide.
[KENYA] Forget the gaslight.
I'm taking the spotlight.
Wait. Which one was having the affair?
[TULASKA CLONE] The one on the left.
- Who was that with?
- [DUDANI CLONE] The one on the right.
- Okay, and that's... the argumentative one?
- [WALTON CLONE] Shut up!
- [TULASKA CLONE] Shut up.
- [PACKER CLONE] Shut up.
- "Shut up, Captain."
- [PACKER CLONE] I'm captain now. f*ck you.
[NANETTE] Whatever.
f*ck you, Captain.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC SOARS]
[EPIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC FADES]
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