03x05 - Episode #3.5

[bunniefuu]

How many more of us
must die before you fight back?

Julian, Flash. They all d*ed
because they trusted you.

- I'm warning you, Agnes.
- You are not a leader.

You're a coward.

Get off me!

Max! I can't see!

Max!

I'm going to show my human
neighbors that we can coexist.

I'm where I need to be.
And so are you.

You need to learn
who you are now.

I have spoken
with the Dryden Commission.

I've invited them
to pay us a visit.

They'll have the chance
to speak with us.

We will no longer be
a faceless thr*at.

I think you may have
pulled it off.

Somehow managed to move away
from Laura.

We drifted. You know,
didn't recognize each other.

Do you still love her?

Oh, we were together
20 years.

That kind of love
doesn't just disappear.

- Hey! That was blue blood!
- What? No, I don't think so.

- This boy is a synth!
- I'm the synth. Me.

Run.

You spoke to them.

You saw them, not for
who the ignorant people

amongst us say they are,
but for who they really are...

thinking, feeling,
complex individuals

who are conscious of every
ounce of hurt we cause them.

They allowed us into their home,
made us feel safe.

The least they deserve is
to feel a little safe in return.

- Don't you think?
- Laura.

If we pass these new measures,
we set a precedent.

Providing synthetics
with protection...

Laura, whilst we
appreciate your enthusiasm,

it's late, and we're tired,

and I think we would all like
to move to a vote now.

So, all those in favor of, uh,

implementing a £300 fine
for as*ault

on Green-Eyed synths?

And all those against?

That's eight votes to five
in favor.

We'll have a press statement
drawn up straightaway.

Well done, everyone.

Mia, I just thought you'd
like to hear the good news.

The commission
have voted in favor

of the measures we discussed.

That's £300 for any as*ault
against a Green-Eyed synth.

This is a really
positive step forward.

I'm thrilled.
I'll talk soon.

Well, it may not feel
like much,

but this is real progress,
Stanley.

Soph, why aren't
you dressed for school?

Morning.

How is this even possible?

I mean,
where did he come from?

More to the point, why am
I only hearing about this now?

Well, I didn't realize
I had to update you

on every little
development in my life.

That is a synthetic child
over there, Joe.

I'd say that's more
than a minor development.

What happened to Karen is awful,
but he can't stay here.

- Laur...
- No.

Not with everything
going on.

There are people who know
that Karen was with a boy.

They're gonna be
searching for him.

I couldn't just leave him
to fend for himself.

It wasn't long ago you didn't
give a second thought

about the well-being
of synthetics.

Oh, God.

Things are actually going well
with the commission.

Any unwanted attention on me

puts the whole thing
in jeopardy.

Sam would like to know if he can
use your charging point, Laura.

Uh, of course, love.
You go with Stanley.

We'll join you
in a minute, okay?

He's just a kid, Laur.

Fine.
You can both stay.

But just until the weekend,
okay?

So, when did you get
a Stanley?

I didn't realize we were
updating each other

on every little development
in our lives.

Anatole.

News from the Dryden Commission.
They're announcing now.

A breakthrough
for synthetic rights

as the government's
Dryden Commission recommends

new measures to help
combat v*olence against synths.

The development means
the v*olence against synthetics

will, from this point onward,
be punishable by law,

a decision
that has been praised

by synth rights activists
across the country,

who see it as
a huge step forward

for the movement.

It worked.

The railyard visit...
it actually worked.

People are listening.

We should show our support.

- Max.
- We need to get involved.

How can we stand behind
a movement of peace

if we segregate ourselves
from the outside world?

Let's not make
any hasty decisions.

Perhaps if we wait

and see
how developments take place...

Don't you see?

I've shut us away
for our own protection,

but we're protected now.

We've waited long enough.

Everybody.

I think it might be time
to open our gates again.

Okay, not that
this needs saying,

but news of Sam's existence
goes no further

than these four walls, okay?

So, I definitely don't need
to go to school today.

- Hey...
- Today only.

Yes!

We're on lockdown until we can
figure out what to do with Sam.

Will he be okay?

Well, you just let us
take care of that, yeah?

Oh, my.

It's you, the famous Mia.
Hello.

I believe this was sent
to the wrong address.

Every bloody time.

It's this faulty
new orange-eyed chap

they've got doing the rounds.

Oh, you're not leaving,
are you?

I only came to deliver your...

But you've gone to
all this effort.

Please.

It's the least I can do.

I shall have to write
another letter of complaint,

not that there's much
chance of it reaching them.

Are you sure
this is a good time?

Perfect time.

Besides,
you've not met him yet.

Dorian.
It's safe, love.

Mia.

It's a pleasure
to meet you at last.

So, how you doing, pal?

What's going on
in that noggin of yours, eh?

Sad events like this are
confusing enough for adults.

If there's anything
you want to ask us

or anything we can do...

Maybe we could have
a funeral.

Some sort of memorial service.

S-Something nice to
help you remember your mum, eh?

No, thank you.

I do not need help
remembering Karen.

I can access any memory
of her that I wish.

Sam, love.

Uh, we just want to make sure

you're able
to process everything.

- What do I have to process?
- Karen.

She d*ed, Sam.

You do understand that, yes?

We aren't like you, Laura.

We do not die in the same way.

Well... Well, that's true.

It's okay.

You do not need to
explain to me.

I understand.

Sam.

When I'm sad,
I like to do something fun

to take my mind off it.

What do you like
to do for fun?

I don't know what I like
to do for fun.

Karen was teaching me.

Well, why don't we carry on
with your training?

Here. Take this.

I think I know
the perfect place to begin.

Right, I'm gonna have to go.

Miss any more uni, and we'll
have my tutor on the doorstep.

He'll be able to remember
every last detail about her.

Everything's so jumbled
right now.

I can barely even
recall my mother.

Maybe you should try talking
to Sam.

You have a lot in common.

See you later.

Well, I think today has proved

that I and the other members
of the commission have been

listening to the widest
possible range of opinions.

In fact, we've been
burning the midnight oil

so that we can arrive...

That's quite enough of that.

£300 fine, eh?

Considering what we had before,
I'll take it.

I'm pleased for you.
Really.

Could have maybe done with this
24 hours earlier, but still.

Hi.

Is, um, Laura there?

She is.

Um, would she be available
for a chat perhaps?

Sure.

Tell her it's Neil from work.

Laur, it's Neil.

From work.

Neil.

He seems cheery.

He's my husband.

Right.

Neil, why are you here?

I-I thought we could
toast your victory.

I know I'm probably
the last person

you want to celebrate with.

Mm.
You could say that.

And I understand
why you ignored me

for the entire meeting
last night.

Um, I get it.

I-It's just, the thing is...

If you're just gonna
make excuses...

I'm not gonna make excuses.

M-My behavior
the other night was...

Was humiliating.

I know.

It was.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

...a lot.

You, the commission,
the bloody visit.

I have been so angry
at them for so long.

I have hated them, and I know
that's irrational, but...

What gave them life
took away my son.

I can't imagine what
you've been through,

but I-I don't understand

what this has to do
with the other night.

You, Laura.

Y-You see the best in synths.

You only see positives.

So, uh, I make you feel guilty?

Well, you make it harder
to hate them.

I-In fact, I find myself
almost liking them.

And I'm not sure
I'm ready for that yet.

Anyway, um, here, take this.

Maybe you can share it
with the curtain-twitcher.

Damn.

Oh!

Stanley.

Who is this bloke?

Which bloke
are you referring to, Joe?

There are currently six males
within my vicinity.

Neil. From work.

Dr. Sommer is a member
of the Dryden Commission.

Laura first met Dr. Sommer when
she joined the commission...

No, no.

What I mean is,
between you and me,

are they more than
simply work colleagues?

Define "more than
simply work colleagues."

Are they sleeping together?

I'm sorry, Joe,

but my primary user's diary's
currently set to private.

This includes activities
both professional and social.

At least someone knows
what they're doing.

Hm?

Oh, uh, couldn't help notice.

I think we have
the same assignment.

All right.

I'm Audrey, by the way.

Uh, Mattie.

I'm new.

Welcome.

Uh, you... you wanted help?

Well, it's either you or, um,

"Computer Programming
for Idiots" here.

That one's good if you want
to fail the class.

Um, sorry, I would.
I just, um...

I've got a lot to get through.

The thing is...

you seem to be the only other
woman on this entire course,

and if I have to take
another condescending lesson

from some insufferable
tech bro

about how my code
isn't up to scratch,

I may lose my mind.

Uh, okay, sure.
What exactly...?

Oh, cool.
Uh, this is what I am stuck on.

Wow. I've never made one
this good before.

Usually, they fall apart
after five seconds.

Thank you, Stanley.

Children gain enjoyment
from building things?

Yeah. It's fun.
Come on.

What else do kids
like to do for fun?

Sam, let me tell you

about a little thing
called a sleepover.

"Sleepover"?
What's a sleepover?

It's where kids stay the night
at each other's houses

and eat junk food
at strange hours

and watch bad films
and play games

like hide and seek
or truth or dare.

Hide and...

I'm hiding and seeking.

I see.

Haven't seen Sam, have you?

Um, not recently.
No.

Leo. Hide.

I count and you hide, okay?

I...

I'm... I'm sorry about Karen.
She was a good person.

You were lucky to have her.

You knew Karen as well?

Yes, I knew her.

In a number
of complicated ways.

Are you sad?

You and me...

...we're more alike
than you think.

But I am synthetic,
and you are human.

You'll have to forgive
the state of the place.

We don't usually
receive guests.

- Do we, Dorian?
- A rare treat.

Only you have to be careful
who you let into your home,

what with Dory being here.

You live in hiding?

I prefer to think
that I live in peace.

I just want you to know, Mia,
that we are all on your side.

We're all rooting for you.

You are?

But...

how do you even know
who I am?

Iris here is a big
supporter of yours,

and she's not
the only one either.

Go on, Dory.

Show her the forum.

They're talking about me.

There are many more
like us, Mia...

Green-Eyed synths living
alongside humans in secret.

I had no idea.

There must be dozens of you.

Thousands, Mia.
Thousands.

Oh, here.

We couldn't get a picture
together, could we?

Otherwise, no one will believe
I met you.

Ooh, great!

I'll grab the camera.

You're happy?

Living like this?

I remain upbeat
for Iris' sake,

but really,
what choice do we have?

You can't all
hide away forever.

Laws are changing.

People are starting
to listen.

But the changes are so slow
and so small,

many of us,
we do often wonder

if it isn't all
just a drop in the ocean.

By the time they see us
as equal...

...we will all be gone.

Mia,
did you get my message?

It's not enough.

Sorry?

The rights package.
It isn't enough, Laura.

Well, I, uh...

I know we wanted more from
Dryden, and we'll get there.

We will.

It's just gonna take time.
That's all.

Believe me, I feel
the frustration, too.

I know how hard
you fought for this,

but time is something
we don't have.

It has to be now.

These people, they'll pat
themselves on the back,

they'll go home
to their comfortable lives,

and they'll completely
forget about our struggle

by this time tomorrow.

We let them into our world.

They must let us into theirs.

How can they decide the fate
of myself and other synths

when nobody amongst them
is even affected?

I need to be there, Laura.

I need a seat at that table.

Well, why don't you
take it, then?

You're more protected
now than you were.

We've at least
made sure of that.

And the crowds have gone now
from outside your home.

Well, you could just walk
right up to the commission

and demand to speak to Dryden.

And that's exactly
what I should do.

Truth or dare?

Truth.
I choose truth.

Now you have to ask me
a question,

and I have to answer,
and I can't lie.

What is your
third favorite...

...species of dinosaur?

Dude, you have to ask
more interesting questions,

like have you ever,
I don't know, shoplifted?

Never!

Or would you rather
lick an armpit

or eat an entire tin
of cat food?

Eat an entire tin
of cat food.

I can just remove
my food bag afterward.

I like this game.

- Sophie?
- Yeah?

Where do bodies go
after death?

Mm, well,
when my great gran d*ed,

we put her in a box,
and we buried her in a church.

I count and you hide, okay?

30...

29...

28...

27...

26...

Leo.

Laura,
I have completed the ironing.

The clothing is now ready
to be dispensed...

Oh, sorry, Stanley. Could you
just do it yourself today?

I'm sorry, Laura. I would need
to be granted permission to...

You may enter the bedrooms.
It's okay.

Dan, hi.
Hi. It's Laura Hawkins.

Yeah, I think I may have
a story for you.

Dad, are you sure I have
to go to school today?

No arguments.

You can have a lift from your
dad, though, if you want.

I've got this. I can drop
her off on the way to college.

Dad.
Keep an eye on him.

- Oh.
- Bye!

Dad?

So, now that I'm here,
can we have a conversation,

or is that not something
we do anymore?

I'm already late, Dad.
Sorry.

But... Oh, come on.
Mats!

Guess it's just
us boys left, then.

What's all this?

Oh. Research.

- Research?
- Yeah.

Dad, did you know
that in New Zealand,

there's a 60:40 ratio

of humans to synths
in employment?

Out there, there are
more opportunities

for skilled workers
than anywhere else in the world.

And you're researching
New Zealand's employment rates

why exactly?

I was just curious.
That's all.

Curious about employment
on the other side of the world?

Yeah.

Surely, there's more to life
than stacking shelves in some...

Some fruit and veg shop,
you mean?

No, that's not what I said.

You didn't have to.

I know what it's like
at your age.

You think if you get away
from it all,

you'll be able
to sort everything out.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Oh, my gosh. No way.

How's it looking?

Quiet.

I'm not sure
it's working, Laura.

I've contacted every journalist
and campaigner I know.

You'll be getting attention
any moment now.

Good luck.

You haven't seen Sam,
have you?

How did you manage to lose him?

I don't... I don't know.

And you've no idea
where he might be?

No.

Well, he can't have got far.

Second lesson of the day...

choose vending over canteen food
every day of the week.

Except Thursdays, actually,

'cause the, uh, pie and chips
is surprisingly good.

I'd be lost without you.

So, um, why'd you choose
this dump anyway?

Convenience, mostly.

It's within walking distance
of my new flat.

And also I heard
some really great things

about the computing courses
here.

Must be one of the few things
this school actually does well.

Better than well.

I took part in this, um,
regional coding contest

a couple of years ago.

My group went out
in the first round,

but the team from this uni,

they absolutely wiped
the floor with everyone.

It was unbelievable.

I may have been on that team.

- You're kidding me.
- Yeah, leading it, actually.

Christ! What...

No offense, but why are
you wasting your time on uni?

You are way beyond
student-level coding.

I mean, where did you even
learn this stuff anyway?

I used to do a fair bit
just on my own,

and then, a few years ago,
I met someone,

and I don't know.

Guess I realized
when it came to coding,

I was actually pretty good.

And you wanted a bit a paper
to prove it, I'm guessing.

Something like that.

So, who's this someone, then?

Hm?

The someone who helped you
realize your potential.

He's a friend.

Well, more than a friend.

It's new,
but also not that new?

Say no more.

What the hell do you think
you're doing, green eyes?

Joined by a growing
number of peaceful supporters,

Mia, such a recognizable face
in the Synth Rights Movement.

It's little surprise that
she's attracting such attention

with some bystanders believing

she may be heading
to Westminster.

Had Graham over
for lunch yesterday.

Probably the highlight
of my week.

It isn't exactly saying much

considering the miserable
bugger that he is.

Oh.

You scared me.

Who are you talking to?

Oh, it's the wife, see?

She gets lonely
from time to time.

But...

You're talking to nobody.

She cannot hear you.

What are you doing on
your own out here, anyway?

Mum or Dad not with you?

I'm looking for a body.

I'm told they put them in boxes
and leave them in the church.

Her name is Karen,
if that helps.

- Any sign?
- No, nothing.

- Uh, nothing at all.
- Oh, God.

Well, where would he be looking?

Come on, Joe!
Ideas would be appreciated.

I don't know.
I can't think.

Oh, I should've known something
like this would happen.

Laur, I'm sorry.
I really am.

I thought I had it all
under control.

It's just something else
I've messed up.

You did your best.

I keep seeing her in my head.

Her body just lying there.

Oh, Joe.

Hello?

Sam? Yeah.

Uh, you must be the, uh,
primary caregivers.

Yeah, yeah.
I suppose we are.

He's an odd little one, yours.

I left him stood over there.

Thanks.

So, how did you end
up here, exactly?

I was going to find
Karen's body.

I was going to try
and restore her.

All right.

I see.

Well, you can't just wander off
like that.

You're a child.
Don't forget that.

No. I'm merely
a facsimile of a child, Joe.

Well, facsimile or not,
you're just a kid to me, okay?

I've decided that death makes
humans act in funny ways.

Yeah, it does tend to have that
effect on people, doesn't it?

He was talking
to the ground, Joe.

Well, different people

have different ways of coping
with death, don't they?

That's why we have
places like this.

It's why we bury our
loved ones, have funerals.

It's not for the people
that have gone.

It's for those
that are still alive.

Why?

So they can say goodbye
but still feel close to them.

In the end,
that's all we can do

'cause we can't
bring them back, Sam,

no matter
how much we want to.

Come on.
Let's get you home.

Did you hear about Mia?

I did.

Some of the others
are considering heading

into the city
to lend her our support.

I imagine she would like that.

Is something the matter,
Anatole?

If it's about opening
the gates,

I know you would have preferred
to proceed with more caution,

but your counsel,
your friendship...

...they mean more to me than
I've ever taken the time to say.

I hope you know that.

Thank you.

I would echo those words
and more.

I know it seems sudden,

but we're making
real progress here.

For the first time
in I don't know how long,

I can see a bright future
for our kind.

I just wish you could
see it, too.

Don't worry, Max.
I see it.

The darkness is
no place for you.

Our future is no longer safe
in Max's hands.

Come.
I'd like your help.

I'd like to address
the Dryden Commission.

Does that all makes sense?

I think so.
Yeah.

It's fairly simple.

For you, maybe.

Thank you, though,
for helping me settle in.

After a couple of weeks,
I thought I was doomed

to be friendless forever.

If it makes you feel
any better,

I have been completely
friendless at this place

for a good two years.

That does make me
feel better, yeah.

Thank you.

Do you think I could get, uh,
a copy of that printed off?

Yeah, of course.

Cheers.

Thanks.

One victory not
enough for you, Mrs. Hawkins?

You're getting
a little greedy now.

This one's all on Mia,
I'm afraid.

Well, you and I both know

that isn't how
we resolve matters around here.

Perhaps that's why
it takes so long

for anything to be resolved.

Hm.

Are you really gonna turn Mia
away from your own front door

and still claim things
can't be sorted?

I can claim whatever I want.

Listen, You brought me on
the commission to bring balance,

yet you'd refuse to do
the same for a synthetic.

By all means, turn Mia away,

but you'll make a sham
of the whole commission.

Well, I think
you underestimate me.

They've agreed to let me speak
to the commission tomorrow.

The synth known as Mia
has been granted an audience

with this commission
tomorrow...

She actually did it.

Mia has come to prominence
over the past two weeks...

Sam, why did you go down
to the graveyard?

Did you, like, believe it was
possible to bring Karen back,

or did you just
want it to be possible?

It's irrational to want
something that isn't possible.

Yeah, I know, but when you lose
someone that you love,

everything turns
upside down, and...

...I don't think you act
in ways that makes sense.

Sophie.

Mm-hmm?

I don't want
my mum to be dead.

I don't like it.

- Oh, thank you.
- Okay.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Oh, I spoke to Sam.
It's funny.

In a lot of ways, I look at him,
and I see myself.

I always thought
I was more synth than human,

and now, I-I...

It's like I'm caught
someplace in between.

Like I don't fit anywhere.

Sounds pretty human to me.

I had this...

this memory of my father,

and he was in his office.

He was frantic.

He was scribbling
in this notebook,

but this memory
was brand-new.

And you think there might
be a connection there?

Between how
you're feeling and...

I don't know.
Maybe.

I-I keep thinking, "What
if this means something?"

What if I'm only
remembering it now

because my brain is...
is screaming at me,

trying
to tell me something,

and maybe this sounds crazy,
but this could be important.

It could mean something that
could help Mia, Max, all of us.

I think I need to go back
to where it happened.

Back home.

This might not be
what you think it is.

This is different.
I can feel it.

Okay.

I'll come with you.

And not to take away
from your moment or anything,

but, uh, something
pretty revolutionary

happened to me, too.

What?

I think I might have
somehow made a friend.

I was right.

It's an exact match.

The girl's coding style,
as unique as a signature.

You place it side by side

with the code used
to exonerate Vijay,

you'd barely know
the difference.

Right location,
right coding language.

It's her.
It's Mattie Hawkins.

She's the one who helped
free the kid.

The only question, of course,
is why?

Give me a little more time,
and I'll have your front page.

At 2:00 p.m. tomorrow,
you k*ll them all.

I understand.

Oh. I thought it was you.

I'm sorry.
Did I wake you, Laura?

No, I couldn't sleep.

Too much to think about.

Anyway, mustn't dither.

Big day tomorrow.

Yes, Laura.

Big day.