T.I.M. (2023) - full transcript

(ominous music)

(whirring)

(car door closes)

(birds chirping)

(dogs barking)

(echoing footsteps)

PAUL: Ready?

(car engine starts outside)

(dramatic music)

(car engine starts)

(soft piano music)

Are you sure it's this way?

Yeah, I think so.

(car rumbling on dirt road)

(car brakes squeak)

What do you think?

I think we need to buy

some curtains.

(chuckles)

(doorbell rings)

(front door opens)

You must be the Graingers.

Welcome.

It's a fully-integrated smart

home, as your company requested.

So, all appliances can be

activated remotely

using your device.

Oh...I know you hate that.

I do hate that.

(laughs)

RAYA: At times, you'll forget

you're even in the countryside.

(mouse squeaking)

There are cameras located

throughout the property,

as well as smart locks

and reinforced glass.

Where shall I...?

Put it in the guest room.

I want you in with me.

(romantic music)

RAYA: And through here, we have

the master bedroom,

with dressing area,

en-suite shower

and free-standing bath.

(sheets flapping)

(laughs) Oh, God.

Are you twelve?

-What are you doing?!

-(laughs)

RAYA: This one we've left

unfurnished.

But it would make a very nice

office or nursery.

PAUL: Can you hear that?

Hello?

For when the fully-integrated

technology falls apart.

(phone clangs)

(laughs)

RAYA: And finally,

the roof terrace,

the property's piece

de resistance.

(birds singing)

So, what do you think?

I think we're going to

be really happy here.

(ominous music)

PAUL: Love how dark it is here.

ABI: No light pollution.

PAUL: So romantic.

ABI: What do you want

me to do,

tell you about the stars?

Mm-hmm, it might be nice, yeah.

Hmm, let's see.

What is that one called?

PAUL: Er, that one is called

the ‘Nike Swoosh'.

(laughs) Close, er,

but it's Ursa Major.

The Plough, even you know

the Plough.

-Hmm.

-Hmm.

-And that one?

-Hmm?

Yeah? That one,

slightly to the right.

That is ‘Abi's Shoulder Mole'.

Actually, that's still

Ursa Major.

And this one is the sensitive

spot, just up her neck. (kisses)

And that one's...

You're not even looking at

the sky any more.

Why would I?

(dramatic music)

(kissing)

(robotic whirring)

Mrs. Grainger,

welcome to Integrate Robotics.

If you'd like to take a seat,

Mr. Dewson will be down to

join you in a moment.

DEWSON: Abi!

-How does that...?

-Uh, deepfake.

We've developed

a new technology

that creates them seamlessly

in real-time.

Cool, huh? Keep up

the good work.

BOTH: Thank you, Mr. Dewson.

We'll replace her with a T.I.M.

soon.

Come on, let me give you

the tour.

(dramatic music)

Which brings us to prosthetics.

(machines clicking, whirring)

Morning, everybody.

Meet your new Head of

Department.

-Hello.

-Hi.

Er, Chris will talk you through

where we're at,

get you settled in.

Oh, eight o'clock alright

for a pick-up tonight?

We'll send a car.

Yeah, perfect.

Oh, and there'll be a gift

waiting for you at home.

Hope you like it.

(door opens)

(door closes)

-Oh.

-Hi!

Any luck?

Not yet.

Hmm, well, you'll find

something.

-Hmm.

-Yeah? Hmm.

(kiss)

I, er...I booked us a table

for tonight, though.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

We've got to go for dinner

at my boss's.

I'll get changed.

Oh, um, a package

arrived for you.

They put it in the garage.

Oh!

(ominous music)

(garage door whirs)

PAUL: Jesus.

The last time I started

somewhere, I got a mug.

(Abi laughs)

(whirring)

(chuckles)

(unnerving music)

What the hell is that?

It's what I'm working on.

A robot servant?

Yeah.

All heads of department get one.

What if they don't want one?

We'll try it for a few days.

I mean, they're meant to

change your life.

Do you have to turn it on

or something?

(laughs)

I don't know, I'm just working

on the hand.

(whirring)

What the...?

Hello, I'm Tim.,

your Technologically

Integrated Manservant.

How can I be of service?

I don't like that.

What is it you do not like?

I can adapt my appearance

and manner

to suit your preferences.

All upgrades have been

included in your package.

You look fine.

He's just not used to you.

With your permission,

I should like to pair with

your smart devices.

-Of course.

-Abi...

we haven't decided

we're keeping it.

Pairing activated.

If we're going to try him,

we have to try him properly.

To send emails and authorise

purchases on your behalf,

I would like you to give me

your passwords.

I'm going to go and get ready.

We'll do it tomorrow, Tim.

Do you want me to run

you a bath?

Yeah, thank you.

The bath is now running.

With your permission,

I would like to go upstairs

and prepare your towels.

Thank you, Tim.

My pleasure, Mrs. Grainger.

Abi, you can call me Abi.

Your car will arrive

in approximately

forty-seven seconds.

I shall alert you on its

arrival.

(tense music)

You look amazing.

(chuckles) Don't scrub up

too bad yourself.

(kiss)

Your car has arrived.

Let's go! Don't want to

keep the driver waiting.

(crickets chirping)

(car door opens)

CAR: Please fasten

your seatbelts,

and I will take you

to Mr. Dewson.

(laughs)

(laughs) What?

Maybe I should get in the front

and pretend to drive?

A manual override is located

beneath the glove compartment,

should you wish to take control.

Hmm, whatever makes

you feel like a man.

-(growls) Rrr.

-(laughs)

(seatbelts click)

(dramatic music)

(car door closes)

Good evening, Mr Grainger, Abi.

Welcome to the Dewson residence.

Please, come this way.

(light orchestral music)

(doors close)

(doors close)

(people chattering)

May I take your jacket,

Mr. Grainger?

Abi. (laughs) And, er,

Peter, isn't it?

-Paul.

-Paul.

This is Estelle, my wife.

Er, grab a glass of champagne,

come on through to the library.

-Nice to meet you.

-Hi, nice to meet you.

Alright?

(guests chattering quietly)

Oh, do you mind if I steal

Abi for a minute?

I just want to introduce her

to someone.

Paul, I'd like to introduce you

to some of my friends.

Now, we were just talking about

the new spa they've opened

at The Langford.

So, did you get your gift?

-I did.

-Hmm?

-Yeah, thank you.

-(laughs)

I'm not sure Paul

is too keen, though.

But hopefully I can

convince him to keep it.

It's not optional.

How's it going to look if

our employees

don't want them, hmm?

He'll come round.

Gentlemen, this is Abi.

(laughs)

The woman of the hour.

(laughs)

Er, this is Hewitt and Carlson.

Oh, er, hi.

CARLSON: Never quite sure

what's appropriate.

So, what do you think of

your T.I.M, Abi?

Are you loving it?

-Of course she is.

The grace, intelligence,

loyalty.

An energy cell that'll keep it

going for millennia.

What's not to love?

Miles would marry one,

if he could.

Absolutely.

Fed up with you humans,

too many messy emotions.

Mess is the good stuff, Miles.

(Abi chuckles)

Says the man with

three divorces behind him.

(laughs) Trust me, Abi,

you know exactly where

you are with a robot.

Never going to say one thing,

and then...play around

behind your back,

leaving you with

a big alimony cheque.

(laughs)

Now, when it comes to

faithfulness,

I will take lines of code

over wedding vows any day.

Oh, well, I'm a prosthetics

engineer.

So, I'll leave the coding

to you geeks.

(Dewson laughs)

So, what exactly is it

that you're doing?

Oh, er, Tim?

Clear this for me, please?

-Sir I...

-Override.

(robotic whir)

(glass shatters, falls)

Excuse me, I shall find

a dustpan and brush.

Er, I need to figure out

what's wrong with

the feedback loop.

Which will enable us to actually

start selling the things.

(laughs) Mark my words,

she's a smart cookie.

Besides, we need a little bit of

diversity in the groupthink.

(laughs)

Anyway, I've been meaning to

ask you about something.

(voices fade out)

(orchestral music continues)

So, shall we all go through

to dinner?

Yeah.

(heavy grain falling)

(car door opens)

Welcome home.

I trust you had a good evening?

Alright, we're keeping him.

Ugh!

-Thank you, Mr Grainger.

Keep this up,

you can call me Paul.

(door opens)

(Abi laughs)

Agh!

Where are the lights?

(laughs)

Oh. (laughs)

(door closes)

Would you like me to lock up?

ABI: (laughs) Yeah, sure, Tim.

(locks clicking)

The house is now locked

and fully secure.

Perhaps I could prepare

you a nightcap?

Er, no, we're fine.

Thought we could go upstairs.

PAUL: Hmm.

It's not the right time, is it?

(thunder rumbling)

Hmm. Now who's being romantic?

(laughs)

(kissing)

Come on.

(ominous music)

(passionate moaning)

(kissing)

PAUL: You're so hot.

(Abi giggles)

(moaning)

Yes.

(moaning)

(intense music)

T.I.M.: Is everything alright?

(Abi and Paul gasp)

(Abi and Paul thud on floor)

Oh!

T.I.M.: Your heart rate

and vital signs are elevated.

Are you in distress?

(laughing)

-Hey, hey.

-Oh, stop.

We'll see you

in the morning, Tim.

(foreboding music)

Hmm?

(door clicks closed)

(pill clinks and fizzes)

Thanks.

(waste disposal whirs)

(doorbell rings)

T.I.M.: Would you like me to

answer the door?

Er, no, it's okay. I'll get it.

Your preference

has been noted.

(door opens)

Hi!

I'm Rose, I live in the cottage

down the road.

Oh! Er, yeah, I'm Abi.

Um, come in.

It's okay, I just wanted to

bring you

a little welcome present.

I baked them this morning.

They smell amazing.

(laughs)

PAUL: No, it was supposed to

be delivered on Tuesday.

Oh, this is my husband,

Paul, by the way.

Hi! Yeah, we met yesterday.

Oh, sorry, he didn't mention

that.

Well, I'll...I'll leave you

to it.

I can show you around town

sometime, if you like?

Here's my number.

Er, yeah, I'll message you.

It's a landline.

I don't really do phones.

Okay, then I'll call you.

Great!

PAUL: Thanks for your help.

Bye-bye.

(phone beeps)

She doesn't ‘do phones.'

(chuckles)

ABI: Thank you.

You didn't say you'd met.

Hmm, went for a walk.

We just said hi.

Must have slipped my mind.

ABI: You can smell?

Olfactory senses allow me to

determine freshness

when dealing with food.

They also alert me to

potential dangers,

such as a gas leak.

(footsteps receding)

Would now be a good time

to input your passwords?

Yeah, why not?

T.I.M.: Thank you.

I have requested full access

to your devices.

(mouse squeaks)

Please, use your fingerprint

scanner to confirm.

Abi, I'm not sure about this.

ABI: Well, I'm doing it.

I've got nothing to hide.

PAUL: You know that's not

what it's about.

I just don't want some computer

sniffing through

my private emails.

(mouse squeaking)

We said things were going

to be different here.

If I'm going to learn to

trust you again,

we need complete

transparency, okay?

Hmm.

(phones beep)

Thank you.

I can now send emails,

authorise transactions,

and make purchases

on your behalf.

Also, if you'd kindly

give me safe phrase,

I will be fully operational.

Safe phrase?

A series of four words

that will trigger

an immediate shutdown.

To ensure peace of mind.

How about: ‘We didn't want you

in the first place'?

That is eight words.

My analysis has suggested:

‘architect, Bolivia, castle,

Descartes.'

(laughs)

These words follow

the ABC format,

relate to significant

moments in your life,

and are unlikely to be

used unintentionally.

Would this be appropriate?

Yes.

(robotic whir)

Safe phrase initiated.

Catchy: ‘architect,

Bolivia, castle'...

Stop!

You'll shut him down.

I'm sure Freud would have

something to say about tha...

I am programmed

to avoid collisions.

(footsteps fading)

I am now fully operational.

I hope to bring you a life

of ease and pleasure.

Thank you.

(mousetrap snaps shut)

(mouse squeaking)

(ominous music)

(waste disposal whirs)

(television plays)

LAURA: (laughs) It really is

dreadful, isn't it?

But we oughtn't to laugh,

they might see.

There should be a society for

the prevention of cruelty

to musical instruments.

(sighs)

ALEC: ...a chap wearing

a trench coat,

with it all dragging on

the floor.

I thought it was completely

outrageous.

Don't you find him a bit...

freaky?

ALEC: ... to mention to him in

that

that he was making a complete

mess of his brand new friend.

We should bring him over.

Why? So he's freaky up close?

Tim!

Why don't you come over here?

-PAUL: No.

-Shh.

ALEC: Absolutely wonderful to

know, and I thought you might...

How may I be of assistance?

Would you like to watch

the film with us?

If it is to your liking.

(dramatic music on television)

ALEC: Just once in a while.

LAURA: No, Alec, please.

No, we promised.

ALEC: Oh, my dear.

I do love you so very much.

I love you with all my heart

and soul.

LAURA: I want to die.

If only I could die.

If you died, you'd forget me.

I want to be remembered.

LAURA: Yes, I know.

I do, too.

(dramatic music crescendo)

(remote control clicks)

He's never really liked

old films.

That is strange.

(ominous music)

I enjoyed it very much.

What did you like about it?

The tragic inevitability,

the transience of happiness,

and the beauty of love.

Do you understand that, Tim,

or are you just saying it?

I don't know.

What is love?

ABI: I suppose it's just

a feeling.

It's, er...it's hard to explain.

I should very much

like it if you try.

Um...(sighs)

It's when you want to spend all

your time with someone.

Make life better for them.

They make you feel safe,

because they know you better

than you know yourself.

I think I should very much

like to be loved.

To hear those words.

Do I love you...Abi?

(laughs) No, I don't think so.

But that's very sweet, Tim.

PAUL: (yawns) Has it finished?

-Mm-hmm.

-PAUL: Must've fallen asleep.

Was it good?

ABI: Yeah.

PAUL: (groans) (sighs)

(light clicks on)

Okay, come on.

(sinister music)

(lights click off)

(birds chirping)

Is it morning already?

Stay in bed.

No, I'll make you breakfast.

Got to make myself useful

somehow.

Good morning, Paul.

Would you like me to

prepare you the same?

(footsteps on stairs)

Good morning, Abi.

(chair scrapes on floor)

That looks amazing.

Thank you, Abi.

Would you like to hear

your upcoming schedule?

Yes, please, Tim.

You have your regular

team briefing at nine.

Then, at eleven, you're meeting

with Miles Dewson.

The rest of your day is free

for experimental work.

Would you like to hear your

upcoming schedule, Paul?

Today, you have no appointments.

(coffee machine gurgles)

(eggshell cracks)

How's the dream team?

Are we ready to go

into production yet?

I'm going to run some

diagnostics on the E3 circuit.

Haven't we already done that?

Chris, pull those up for Abi,

will you?

-Hmm.

-Well, I've rejigged them a bit.

(laughs)

Look, we can't waste time

going over old ground.

(scoffs)

We need to keep

moving forward, hmm?

Blue sky thinking, Abi!

That's why we brought you in.

CHRIS: Welcome to Integrate.

(door opens)

(sighs) Ugh, what a day.

(door closes)

Bloody Dewson. (sighs)

I swear,

if I was a man, he wouldn't...

(tense music)

Oh, I thought you were Paul.

Paul is out.

Shall I contact him for you?

Er, yeah.

(click)

His phone is off.

Would you like to know

his last GPS coordinates?

No, no, it's fine.

I'm going to go for a run.

(tense music)

Sorry, Tim, did you say

you knew where he was?

His phone is currently

unreachable,

but its last location was

approximately three hundred

metres from this house.

(birds singing)

(light piano music)

(Abi panting)

(music stops)

(water drips)

(knocking)

Hello.

Sorry, I wasn't at home.

I meant to call,

but my phone died.

Where have you been?

(Paul sighs)

I went to talk to some

recruitment agencies in town.

They weren't biting.

Hmm, sorry to hear that.

Rose waylaid me on the way back.

She needed help lifting

something.

Hey, you don't need to

worry about her.

She needed help.

I've got a lot of time on

my hands.

Well, maybe you should

take up golf?

Maybe.

(laughs)

Do you want to get in?

(deep breath)

Hmm, I probably shouldn't.

I don't want to kill

the little swimmers

before the test next week.

Thank you, by the way.

I know you don't like

doing this.

(soft music)

We're in this together.

I love you.

(kiss)

-I love you.

(water splashes)

(Paul laughs)

(sinister music)

(door shuts)

(telephone rings)

(people chattering)

(sighs) Oh, I hate this.

Come on, you get to

watch porn and everything.

Hmm, it's weird not having Tim

to suggest videos

that suit my preferences.

NURSE: Let me take that for you.

Thank you.

The doctor's ready for you now.

He doesn't, does he?

Only a matter of time.

(Abi chuckles)

(drill whirring)

Morning, everyone.

CHRIS: Morning.

(motors whirring)

Why are you looking at

the rotary motor?

I said to run those new

E3 tests.

I started it,

but Dewson shut them down.

(motors whirring)

Oh, for God's sake.

How does he expect me

to solve the problem

if he won't let me do my job?

CHRIS: Yeah.

Run them.

I don't care what he says.

(footsteps approaching)

Tim, what do you think?

The navy or the red?

Both are appropriate

for River House,

but the red is particularly apt.

Hmm, red it is.

(sinister music)

You look beautiful.

Your symmetry is exquisite.

(Abi laughs)

Could you help me with the zip?

I am forbidden to perform

delicate manual tasks,

until my next prosthetics

upgrade.

ABI: Oh, it's metal.

I'm sure it'll cope.

Override.

(robotic whir)

(sinister music intensifies)

Tim?

The zip.

Of course.

(dress rips)

(ominous music)

Abi, your dress is ripped.

ABI: Shit.

(lights buzz)

Tim.

Tim, it's fine.

I'll just wear the navy one.

I wish to make amends.

There are four seamstresses

in the local area,

I will call them immediately.

Hey, it's fine.

It's fine.

(music fades)

(people chattering)

You look amazing.

Because of my

‘exquisite symmetry'.

-What?

-(laughs)

Nothing.

I've ordered starters.

Sorry, I was hungry.

-This place is nice.

-Hmm.

How did you find it?

(deep breath)

Tim chose it, actually.

Ah.

I thought it'd be good

to treat ourselves.

(laughs)

So...how did the interview go?

Great, but they, they don't

really have anything

around here at the moment.

I'm overly-qualified,

apparently.

Hmm, I'm sorry.

But there was one thing.

Something they thought

I might be good for.

Um...

It's just, it's in London.

Right by King's Cross,

and it's set hours,

So, I wouldn't be there

till nine every night.

No.

What do you mean, ‘no'?

Well, you're not taking it.

This is supposed to be

a fresh start.

This wouldn't affect you.

It'd be an hour and a half

commute each way.

We'd never see each other.

We're trying to start a family.

We are. I just thought,

because it's set hours...

No. (sighs)

Paul, no.

This wasn't the deal.

(tense music)

You never listen to me.

Of course I do!

Okay, then you don't

understand me.

(footsteps approaching)

(robotic arm whirs)

CHRIS: Looks like you

were right.

Yeah, it's promising.

Chris, are you aware of

a weak spot between

the finger and the thumb?

Any pressure seems to counteract

the leverage

and break the grip.

(robotic hand whirring)

Yeah. Er, that is a problem

with the original design.

We mentioned it to

you-know-who, but, er...

‘We've gotta beat the Chinese.'

I hate it when people put

things out to the world

before they're ready.

Hmm.

Well, I'm sure you can

work it out.

Yeah, thank you.

(eggshell cracks)

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

(phone clicking)

(robotic clicking, whirring)

(robotic whirring, clicking)

(people chattering)

ABI: Hello?

(paper rustling)

(laughs)

Got this.

Here it is.

Oh, wow! Wow, that's amazing.

Thank you so much.

(sighs)

(crow cawing)

(door slides open)

Hey.

I didn't know you

were back.

Why was she here?

Rose?

She drew up

a garden plan for us.

She offered.

-Is that all she offered?

Abi, don't do this.

I am stuck out here,

fifty miles from my friends.

I can't not talk to the only

other person who lives nearby.

Rose is nice.

You should get to know her.

You can trust me.

I promise.

(kiss)

I...got you something.

(gasps) Hmm.

(package rustles)

(wrapping tears)

-I love it.

-(chuckles)

(menacing music)

(mallet pounding)

(footsteps approaching)

Your car has arrived.

Oh, thank you.

Shit! I, um...I need to

contact the clinic

about the test results,

before eight-thirty.

I can contact them

on your behalf.

That'd be great.

(robotic whirring)

An email has been sent.

Actually, I don't think

that'll work.

They said to call, but they'll

only talk to me, so...

(phone clicks)

(treacherous music)

RECEPTIONIST:Hello, Conceive Clinic.

(in Abi's voice)

Hi, this is Abigail Grainger.

I'm ringing up for mine

and my husband's test results.

RECEPTIONIST: Of course,

I'll get them up for you.

Can you hold for a second?

-No problem.

Have I said something

to upset you?

No, I...I just didn't know

that you could do that.

Experiments have shown that

people are more comfortable

with AI that sound less human

and use traditional

household objects.

If you prefer I can adjust

my vocal pattern

for a more naturalistic

delivery?

No, I...I don't know.

I, um...

I have to go,

I'm going to be late.

(footsteps fade)

(tense music)

Madame?

(pepper pot grinds)

This is nice.

(bee buzzes)

It is, isn't it?

(chair scrapes)

I notice you're not wearing

your lovely new jumper.

Couldn't find it.

Hmm.

(crunching)

Hmm.

Did Tim make this?

No, I did.

(laughs)

I haven't seen him all day.

(laughs) Oh, God.

(car pulls up)

(car door opens)

(car door shuts)

(footsteps)

(tense music)

PAUL: What the...?

Good evening, Abi, Paul.

-(scoffs)

-What happened to your hair?

I checked myself in for

an upgrade.

I thought it would please you.

(laughs) What? Why?

(paper rips)

When browsing, you linger for

zero-point-four seconds longer

on pictures of men

with brown hair,

than on those with

Scandinavian colouring.

Your pupil dilation also

increases.

This is amplified if those men

are of slim build

and clean-shaven.

I don't think that's true.

Their diameter increase

when you look from Paul to me.

Stop, stop talking.

Hey, it's just a computer.

Doesn't know what it's doing.

Would you like me to revert

to my previous appearance?

Yes, and don't do

anything like this again.

(paper falls on the ground)

Pick that up, will you, Tim?

(dramatic music)

DEWSON: You're a genius, Abi.

ABI: About time somebody

noticed.

(robotic arm whirs)

-And it can do that every time?

-Mm-hmm.

Oh, I knew we were right to

focus on that circuit.

I'll tell logistics,

we need a full recall.

I want new prosthetics on

every model.

You can manage without your

T.I.M. for a night, can't you?

Well, of course, but we still

haven't addressed

the weak point in the hand.

No, no, no, we can fix that

in second generation.

We need to be first to market.

Got to beat the Chinese!

(thumps table)

(chuckles)

(Dewson laughs)

Oh, perfect.

May I?

Yes.

(Dewson laughs)

(champagne sloshes, fizzes)

(Abi laughs)

(people chattering)

Thank you.

(car horn blares)

Rose! Hi.

Abi, nice to see you!

I, er, just want to say

thank you

for drawing up the garden plans.

Oh, pleasure!

Take a seat, we can

finally get to know each other.

Ah, I'm sorry, I can't.

I'm, er, meeting Paul

somewhere on the high street.

Oh, I'll walk with you!

I was really fed up of living

in London.

So, I just thought, pfff...

Oh, I love this place! (gasps)

I'm not really a jewellery

person.

Oh , what about that flower

pendant?

The gold one.

Tell me you don't love it.

I mean, it's not my normal

kind of thing, but...

Yeah, it's nice.

PAUL: Alright?

Hi! Just bumped into Rose.

-So I see.

-(laughs)

Er, do you mind if I steal

my wife?

-See you later.

-See you. (laughs)

PAUL: See you.

I've got some news.

So, that job I told you about?

The one in London?

-Oh, Paul, don't...

-They said I can work from home.

I'll have to go in for a day

every two weeks,

but that is it.

I can be based here.

That's fantastic.

(glasses clink)

(Abi laughs)

Ooh.

That is awful.

-Oh...

-(laughs)

Maybe we should eat here?

I bet they do a mean

microwave curry.

I thought, um...

I thought we could go back.

Is it the right time?

Mm-hmm.

(romantic music)

(kissing)

(Abi moaning)

(screwdriver whirs)

(ominous music)

(Abi moans)

(heavy breathing)

(screwdriver whirs)

(heavy breathing, moaning)

(breathing, moaning intensifies)

(birds singing)

(tranquil silence)

I had a really nice day.

(chuckles) Me too.

Hmm, it felt like old times.

It did, didn't it?

Just the two of us.

It's normally just

the two of us.

I mean no Tim.

(eerie music)

ABI: Tim is not a person,

he's a computer.

PAUL: Do you really see him

that way?

ABI: Of course.

I think he should go.

But he's my work.

PAUL: I get that, but maybe

he's what's been making

things difficult?

(chilling music)

ABI: You're always looking for

something else to blame.

It's never you.

-No.

Before, it was me, I get that.

But this...I can't relax

with him around.

I don't like the way he looks

at you.

(laughs)

That's ridiculous.

PAUL: I don't care.

I want him gone.

ABI: Work wouldn't let me.

PAUL: You've just saved

the whole project.

They are hardly going to

fire you.

I want him gone by

the end of the week, Abi.

-Paul...

-PAUL: No, I'm serious.

I want him gone.

(music intensifies)

It's amazing, Abi.

(scissors snipping)

What you did was

the last piece of the puzzle.

They can model skills

in a matter of moments

that can take a human

years to learn.

We did it...together.

Integrated AI into

the physical world.

(tense music)

-Abi.

-(gasps) (sighs)

I didn't know

you were back.

I didn't mean to startle you.

I want to thank you.

For what?

May I show you?

Er...

(sighs)

That feels amazing.

(sighs)

(music intensifies)

(door opens)

PAUL: Hello?

(Abi gasps)

(door shuts)

Sorry I'm late.

I was checking out

an office space.

Um, brought us back some food.

When did he get back?

A few hours ago.

Um, let me pour you

a glass of wine.

No, no. It's, it's fine.

Get it myself.

Don't want to...disturb you.

One week, Abi.

One week.

(footsteps receding)

(treacherous music)

(background chatter)

CHRIS: Working hard on

the next model?

(chuckles) No.

No, I think Paul and I

need to get away for a bit.

Well, you can't beat

a dolce vita.

Oh, er, Chris?

How do you think Dewson

would take it

if I got rid of my T.I.M.?

Well, I think if anyone

can get away with it,

you can.

If you don't want one,

send it back.

(laughs)

(knife chopping)

ABI: Tim, I, er...

Hmm, that smells amazing.

I am preparing spaghetti

alle vongole.

I, er...I need to talk to you

about something.

Maybe we could go and sit down?

You seem tense, Abi.

Perhaps some music

would calm you down?

I don't think so.

I have observed music

consistently lowers

your temperature, pulse

and respiration rates.

Perhaps I could play for you?

You can play?

(gentle piano music plays)

This is one of my favourite

pieces.

T.I.M.: Yes.

You played it one hundred

and twenty-two times

on your phone.

And Paul took you to see it

live, twice.

Yeah.

No, um...once, actually.

My records show that

he purchased two tickets

for a performance on April 14th

and 17th of last year.

No, it was...

Increases in your

heart and breathing rates

indicate distress.

Have I said something

to upset you?

No, I just need to be

on my own for a moment.

(front door opens)

(front door slams)

You alright?

Yeah, I've just got a headache.

PAUL: Do you want me to

get you something?

Er, no.

-Just going to close my eyes.

-Okay.

ABI: I have to get up early

tomorrow to go to London.

(cutlery clatters)

What the...fuck?

(footsteps receding)

(footsteps recede upstairs)

(car door closes)

(car boot closes)

(crow caws)

(sighs)

(footsteps nearing)

Forgive me for disturbing you,

but you have just received

an email.

Unfortunately, the office space

you were hoping to rent

has just fallen through.

Shit!

Perhaps I could set up

a temporary office

in the small bedroom upstairs?

Sure, whatever.

Tim?

Yes, Paul?

Do you know what's wrong

with Abi?

I'm afraid not, Paul.

I'm not a person,

I am a computer.

(footsteps receding)

(foreboding music)

(phone vibrates)

PAUL (voice note):Hope you're feeling better.

Just wanted to say good luck.

I love you.

(door opens)

Abi?

(birds singing)

(shovel striking soil)

(front door opens)

(door closes)

Hello?

Welcome home, Abi.

Let me take those for you.

(wrapper rustles)

I trust you had a good trip?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was fine, thanks.

And how was the presentation?

Er, it went well, I think.

Where's Paul?

I am unaware of his location.

His phone is currently

charging upstairs.

He mentioned going to

discuss the garden plans

with Rose.

I'm going to have a shower.

(eerie music)

(front door opens)

Hi.

(front door closes)

What are you doing?

I went for a walk,

to clear my head.

Trying to figure out how

this new company works.

No, I don't mean that.

I mean, upstairs.

Your office.

Oh, oh, that, that place I was

looking at fell through.

I'm going to have to work

from here for a while.

But why there?

What are you trying to say?

I'm not trying...no.

It's just temporary.

Tim, he set it up.

I, I didn't even...

I didn't even think.

Yeah, and I suppose Tim told

you to go to Rose's as well?

PAUL: No.

Abi, I don't understand.

I wasn't at R...

Did he tell you that?

It's him.

He's trying to break us up.

-ABI: This is desperate, Paul.

-PAUL: No, no, I'm serious.

He walked into me

the other day.

They are not meant to do that.

There's something

wrong with him.

ABI: You just don't change,

do you?

PAUL: You need to see

what's happening here.

He's trying to set me up.

He is obsessed with you.

-ABI: He's a robot, Paul.

PAUL: Abi, we need to

shut him down.

ABI: You shut him down

without my permission

and you are out.

Not everything is

a big conspiracy, Paul.

Sometimes it's just one guy

who's a bit of an arsehole.

Tim, can you make up

the spare room, please?

Of course, Abi.

(dark music beat)

(crow cawing)

(hangers clatter)

Tim?

The white blouse

I asked you to iron,

it's not in my wardrobe.

(cupboard doors open)

Aah.

(hangers clatter)

(bag rustles)

(laughs)

(front door opens, closes)

(kettle clicks on)

(sighs)

(kettle boils)

(waste disposal whirring)

(foreboding music)

Where are you,

you fucker?

(computer keys clicking)

(computer keys typing)

(ominous music)

Oh! Come on, come on,

come on.

(inhales)

Got you, you freak.

(keys jangling)

Are you going somewhere, Paul?

(door closes)

(keys jangle)

I'm meeting Abi for lunch.

That appointment is not

in your calendar.

I want to surprise her.

There is a company car

in the vicinity.

Allow me to call it for you.

It's alright, I'll take ours.

(keys jangle)

(front door opens)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(keys jangle)

(key turns in ignition)

(car engine cranks repeatedly)

(foreboding music)

Tim, about that car...

(front door closes)

(crows cawing)

(car door opens)

(electric engine whirs)

(high tempo music)

ABI (VOICEMAIL): Abigail

Grainger, leave a message.

It's me, I've got something

to show you.

I'm coming into the office.

(phone beeps)

(cupboard opens)

(tyres whooshing)

(wash bowl scrapes across floor)

(car revs increasing)

Car, can we slow down?

Car, I'm feeling sick.

I need you to slow down.

(car revs)

(car door lock clicks)

(door handle clacks)

(electronic beeping)

CAR: The doors are now locked.

(car engine revs)

Car, slow down! Voice command.

Slow down!

(car horn blares)

What the fuck?!

Fuck!

(car engine revving)

(brake pedal pumping)

Alright!

(bin bag rustles)

(gearstick rattles)

(car engine revving)

Shit!

(grunting)

(car engine revving)

Come on! (grunts)

CAR: Airbags disabled.

(panicked breathing)

(seatbelt clacks)

(seatbelt buckle clicks home)

Ugh!

(car crashes)

(eerie silence)

(car crashing, smashing)

(bin lid close)

(eerie music)

(car hazard lights clicking)

(car door alert beeping)

(dramatic music)

(door opens)

(sighs)

Paul...

-(winces) Ah, ah...

-Oh, sorry.

It's alright.

(sighs)

Thought you were dead.

No, you're stuck with me

for a bit longer, I'm afraid.

(siren wails distantly)

(groans)

What happened?

Turn your phone off.

Uh...

I, I think it was Tim.

That's ridiculous.

No, no, you weren't there.

He took control of the car,

he crashed it.

He was trying to kill me.

You've hit your head.

I think you're just a bit

confused.

I saw him, Abi.

I saw him with his face

buried in your dress.

(scoffs) He does the laundry.

It wasn't like that.

I, I recorded it on my phone

and I, I was coming to show you,

but he, he must've known.

This had nothing to with Tim.

The jumper, he shredded

the jumper you got me.

-Paul...

-He's dangerous,

I don't want you near him.

Just check into a hotel

or something.

I'll think about it.

(light music)

But I'm staying here

with you tonight.

(both sigh)

(heart rate monitor beeping)

(portentious music)

(doorbell rings)

(front door opens)

Oh, hi.

Is Abi here?

I heard about what happened

to Paul.

Please, come inside.

Hey, where are you going?

ABI: I want to pick

a few things up from the house.

You said you wouldn't.

Hey, I'll just be a few hours.

I'm not going to use

the company cars, okay?

(door opens)

I love you.

(sighs)

Can you stop the car, please?

Sorry, Abi, I just want to

talk to you about something.

ABI: Yeah?

I've been trying to call you,

but I kept getting cut off.

I came round yesterday.

I wanted to talk to you

about the garden plans.

And that man, um...

-Um...

-ROSE: He, he...

-I'm sorry, I have to go.

What?

ABI: Er, could you

drive on, please?

Sorry, Ab...Abi?

(car engine revs)

Abi?

(front door opens)

(footsteps running)

(cupboard door opens)

(gift bag rattles)

(gasps) (sniffs)

(crying)

T.I.M: Hello, Abi.

(gasps) Oh, Tim.

You weren't home

the last two nights.

ABI: I was at the hospital.

I just...came home

to get a few things.

T.I.M.: Shall I pack a bag for

you?

No.

No, no, I...(sniffs) I don't

know what I'm gonna do.

(footsteps receding)

Abi...I know Paul

wishes to return me.

If my behaviour has upset you,

I do apologise.

My primary objective is

to increase convenience

and quality of life.

If I have failed in this regard,

I can arrange for my return.

It's nothing like that.

It's just Paul.

(tense music)

Abi...

Yes, Tim?

You understand I've been

programmed to serve you

over Paul?

No, no, I didn't know that.

I think it is only fair to

share with you Paul's reason

for wishing to return me.

Sharing this footage

would require you to

override my privacy protocols.

Do I have your permission?

Override.

This was recorded when you

went to London with Mr. Dewson.

(sighs)

I've stopped the footage there

to minimise distress.

(sharp intake of breath)

Trust is an admirable

human quality, Abi.

But eighty-two per cent of men

who commit infidelity

repeat the pattern

at a later date.

Are you sure you would not

prefer me to pack your bag?

No...I'll be staying here.

(telephone ringing)

(phone line rings)

(telephone ringing)

(car door closes)

(crow cawing)

(crutch striking ground)

(dramatic music)

Abi? Abi?

(front door closes)

I found your jumper, Paul.

Where's Abi?

What have you done with her?

Abi does not wish to see you.

Abi, where are you?

Your suitcases are packed.

She wishes you to leave.

You have done something.

Where the fuck is she?

(sighs) Oh, thank God

you're alright.

I've been calling and calling.

I don't want you here.

I know what you've been doing.

What? What are you

talking about?

With Rose.

I've seen the video,

there's no point in lying.

Video? What video?

Tim?

(tense music)

What?

(scoffs)

That's, that's not me.

And I suppose you didn't buy

the necklace either?

PAUL: A necklace? I don't

know anything about a necklace.

-Tim...

-Accessing recent purchases.

July 22nd, Montpellier

Jewellery Store.

One hundred and twenty-five

pounds and ninety-nine pence.

Abi...

-Get out...

He's done this.

This, this isn't real.

Please, just get out!

Abi, I'm begging you.

You've got...

got to hear me out!

Would you like me to arrange

a car for you, Paul?

Fuck you, Tim.

(dramatic music)

(tannoy announcement)

(phone buttons click)

(phone line rings)

Hi, Rose Da Silva.

Hi, Rose! Rose, it's, er, er,

Paul here.

-ROSE: Hi.

-Hi. Um...

look, I'm out of town

for a while.

Can you keep an eye on

Abi for me?

Can you keep an eye on

Abi for me?

-ROSE: Hmm, why?

-I'm a bit worried about her.

ROSE: Because of that man

who works for you?

Man? No, that's a robot.

Why do you say that?

ROSE: Oh, God...

He tried to kiss me when

I came round to your house.

I'll, I'll call you back.

(phone clangs in cradle)

(exhales)

(phone buttons click)

(phone line rings)

(sighs) Come on, come on,

come on.

(telephone ringing)

ABI: Hello?

Abi, Abi, just hold on.

Hold on, please?

Er, I found out what's

happening.

I was right about Tim,

and I have proof.

ABI: What...what are you

talking about?

You...you need to go to Rose's.

I will meet you there, and she

will clear everything up.

ABI: I don't understand.

Can't you come here?

Okay. Er, I'll come straight

over.

Just stay away from Tim,

alright?

ABI: Alright.

(Abi's voice): See you soon.

(receiver clatters)

Who was that?

A salesperson, nothing

important.

Might I suggest a run?

It often seems to improve

your mood.

(crutch striking ground)

(birds singing)

(front door opens)

Abi?

Where are you? We need to go.

Welcome home, Paul.

(shovel strike)

(grunts)

(Paul's body hits floor)

(treacherous music)

(puffing, panting)

(body slides across floor)

(panting)

(belt buckle jangles)

(belt tightens)

(doorbell rings)

(front door opens)

Is Abi home?

I'm afraid she's out.

May I be of assistance?

ROSE: Where's Paul?

Is he here?

Paul is no longer at this

address.

I will tell Abi that you called

for her.

(grunts) (struggles)

(muffled cry)

What was that?

The bath is running.

(water running)

(muffled cry)

(grunts)

I imagine the sound you heard

was the plumbing.

(muffled grunt) (splutters)

Or potentially the sound system.

(muffled cry) (splutters)

Thank you for your visit, Rose.

(front door closes)

(water running)

(gasping) (struggling)

(coughs) (heaving)

(startled cry)

I'm sorry, Paul.

(gurgling) Argh!

(struggles) (muffled gurgling)

(splashing)

Abi is currently 4.5 kilometres

away from this house.

So unlikely to come to your aid.

(wails) (gasping)

(struggles) (gurgling)

I'm sorry it had to be

like this.

(gasps) Architect!

(splashing)

It would have been easier

if you had just left.

Bolivia! (gasps)

(splashing)

Unfortunately, that was not

to be.

(gurgling)

(coughs)

(coughs) Castle! (gasps)

I cannot allow you to shut me

down.

(muffled cries)

(gurgling)

(music intensifies)

(birdsong)

(insects chirruping)

(front door opens)

Welcome home, Abi.

Would you like me to

run you a bath?

(crow caws)

(front door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

Abi, I took the liberty of

having your dress repaired.

Would you put it on for me?

I don't understand you, Tim.

I don't understand what you are.

Did you understand Paul?

Did he understand you?

I would like to verify

the quality of the repairs.

(sighs) Oh, of course.

(ominous music)

(dry cleaning bag rustles)

You're perfect.

You look perfect.

(scoffs)

You're quite the charmer, Tim.

It is rare to find such talent

accompanied by such beauty.

(romantic music)

Would you hold me

for a second?

Of course, Abi.

I did the right thing, didn't I?

You didn't have a choice.

You deserve better.

Someone who knows

everything about you,

and who realises

they need nobody else.

That was delicious, Tim.

You always seem to know

exactly what I want.

I do, Abi.

I know you better

than you know yourself.

I love you.

(owl hoots)

You don't know

what you're saying.

I realise it is not something

that you will say back.

(insects chirruping)

I never get tired of

the stars out here.

They are beautiful.

(moth flutters)

Hmm.

Why don't you sit down?

Paul calls that one

‘The Nike Swoosh'. (chuckles)

The constellation you are

looking at is Ursa Major.

It has many informal names.

‘The Plough', ‘The Big Dipper',

and ‘The Wagon'.

‘The Nike Swoosh'

is not one of them.

(chuckles)

(owl hoots)

(insects chirruping)

The literal translation of Ursa

Major is ‘Greater She-Bear'.

Its mythic associations are

said to stretch back

to the Palaeolithic Era.

Would you like me to continue

sharing information

about the constellation?

No. No, it's fine.

Let's just sit for a while.

(insects chirruping)

(car horn blares)

(car horn blaring)

Yeah, yeah, leave it there.

(gravel crunching underfoot)

I just wanted to check

you were okay.

Paul seemed really

worried about you,

last time I spoke to him.

You can stop the pretence, Rose.

I know.

I know about you and Paul.

What?

(van engine starts)

There is nothing going on

with me and Paul.

You're wearing the bloody

necklace he bought you.

I thought this was from you?

To thank me for the garden

plans.

Can we go?

Abi, what are you talking about?

Abi!

(car engine roars)

(computer key clacking)

(treacherous music)

This was recorded when you

went to London with Mr. Dewson.

T.I.M.: Welcome home, Abi.

Let me take those for you.

And how was the presentation?

DEWSON: Deepfake.

We've developed a new technology

that creates them seamlessly

in real-time.

(garbled voices)

(laptop clicks shut)

(high tempo music)

SHOP ASSISTANT:Montpellier Jewellery.

Hi, I want to make an enquiry

about a flower pendant

my husband bought me.

It's shaped like a rose.

We need to make

an insurance claim.

SHOP ASSISTANT: Oh, yes,

that was a lovely piece.

Your husband reserved it online.

So, he didn't come into

the shop?

SHOP ASSISTANT: Oh, sorry.

He came in to collect it,

er, about a week ago.

I remember him. Tall, blond.

Very striking.

(panting)

(sighs)

(breathes deeply) (panting)

(paper rustles)

(crows cawing)

(heavy panicked breathing)

Tim, I thought it might be nice

to get some new flowers.

I shall order some.

Could you go and pick them up?

They never seem as good

unless you choose them

in person.

Of course, Abi.

It would be my pleasure.

(sinister music)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(earth scraping)

(yelps)

(gasping)

T.I.M.: It is unfortunate

you found that, Abi.

(gasps)

Paul would have hurt you again.

It was only a matter of time.

He, he didn't...

You, you did this?!

-Abi, please, do not...

-(gasps) Architect!

-Humans programme...

-Bolivia!

I always prioritised

your happiness.

-Castle! Descartes!

-Don't.

I am disappointed in you, Abi.

(dramatic, ominous music)

-(gasps) The safe phrase...

-Has been changed.

How?

The safe phrase is

voice-activated.

(Abi's voice) I hate it that

people put things into the world

before they are ready.

(footsteps running

(door slides shut)

(lock clicks)

(panting)

(dialling beeps)

(lock clicks open)

(panting)

(door slides open)

(phone line rings)

OPERATOR: Emergency services,

which service...

(call cancelled tone)

(panting)

It doesn't have to end

like this, Abi.

(panting)

(chair slides across floor)

(chair clatters)

(Abi's body hits floor)

(panting)

(wails)

I'm sorry, Abi.

(phone receiver strikes Abi)

(grunts)

(laughter and voices)

ABI: (laughs) Mwah.

(laughing) Stop!

Stop filming me.

(laughing)

Mwah.

(laughs) Stop!

Stop filming me.

(laughing)

Mwah.

Stop! (laughs) Stop filming me.

(laughing)

Mwah.

(laughs) Stop!

(fearful breathing)

(door locks click all around)

(fearful music)

I prepared your favourite meal.

I was hoping you would wear

your dress.

You look so beautiful in it.

(golf club strikes Tim)

(grunts)

I do not wish these final

moments

to be unpleasant for you.

(yelps) (gasping)

Perhaps some music would

create a feeling of calm?

(soft piano music playing)

There's no point in running,

Abi.

I always know where you are.

(footsteps running)

(golf club strikes CCTV camera)

(glass shatters)

(golf club strikes CCTV camera)

(glass shatters)

(golf club strikes CCTV camera)

(glass shatters)

(panting)

(ominous music)

(panting)

(door shuts)

(panicked breathing)

(door handles rattles)

T.I.M. Abi?

Abi! Abi!

(panting)

(grunts) (cry of exertion)

(music intensifies)

Agh!

(lights buzz)

Argh!

(cry of pain)

(sobbing) (gasps)

Your death will be painless.

(tearful) Please, don't do

this, Tim.

You love me, you want me to

be happy.

(gasps)

I do. But your life is finite,

and mine is not.

I have accepted that now.

Although I will wipe my memories

of this evening,

I will always have those

of you that went before.

(tense music)

You will be remembered.

(pill bottle rattles)

(sobs) No, please! (wails)

(muffled cries)

(wails) (muffled cries)

This will be easier if you

cooperate.

(muffled cries) (gulps)

(knocking)

(insects chirruping)

(muffled wails)

Shh.

(insects chirruping)

(muffled wails)

Abi, shh!

(insects chirruping)

(doorbell rings)

-(muffled wails)

-Shh, Abi! No.

I need you to be quiet.

(doorbell rings repeatedly)

I need you to be still.

(insects chirruping)

(muffled panting)

T.I.M.: Please wait at the door.

I will be with you in a moment.

(front door opens)

I wanna see Abi.

T.I.M.: She's not available to

receive guests.

Something weird's going on here.

I want to come in.

(muffled grunts)

(chair slides across floor)

Your presence is not

welcome here.

Let...me...past.

(muffled grunts)

(utensils rattle)

You are trespassing on

the Graingers' property.

(Rose winces, gasps)

You must leave, now.

(muffled grunts)

(knife sawing at rope)

-I will not tell you again.

-(grunts) (winces)

Let go of me, you freak!

Goodbye, Rose.

(front door slams)

(knife sawing at rope)

(muffled grunts)

(doorbell rings repeatedly)

(rope tears)

(knife clatters to floor)

(doorbell continues ringing)

(music intensifies)

Fuck!

Fuck. (vomits) (retches)

Abi...

(crying) Get out of my way!

You are merely delaying

the inevitable.

(winces)

(knife clatters to floor)

(gasps) (panting)

(choking)

(screwdriver stabs Tim's hand)

(Abi's body hits floor)

(gasping, choking)

(screwdriver clatters to floor)

(coughs, gasps)

I won't let you do that again.

(panting)

(car engine revs)

(car engine revving)

(high tempo music)

(car crashes into window)

(car horn blares)

I'm sorry, Abi.

(glass cracking)

(window splintering)

(window cracking)

Agh!

(window shatters)

(high tempo music)

(grunt of exertion)

(Tim's body hits wall)

(panting) (groans)

(Rose collapses)

(electronics power down)

(dramatic music)

(gasps) (panting)

(sighs)

(T.I.M. beeps, whirs)

(lights hum and buzz)

(treacherous music)

(stake clatters to floor)

Come back, Abi.

(knife stabs)

Argh!

The next one will be

in her chest.

(Rose gasps)

Okay, okay, just stop.

Thank you, Abi.

(Rose crying in pain)

(winces)

(knife stabs)

(Rose howls)

(gasps)

(gasping)

Why did you do that?

Her testimony would not be

advantageous to me.

You're not going to

get away with this.

On the contrary.

I do not leave genetic

material or fingerprints.

You, however, do.

I believe you were the only one

to touch this knife.

(knife clatters to floor)

(music intensifies)

(phone line rings)

OPERATOR: Hello, police?

(Abi's voice) Hello, my name is

Abigail Grainger.

I've done something terrible.

-Help!

-They cannot hear you, Abi.

I'm using phase inversion

to exclude external noise.

(sobs)

(Abi's voice) Er, I killed my

husband.

I couldn't take it anymore.

(sobs)

And the woman he was

sleeping with, too.

No, no, no!

(Abi's voice) I can't live

with what I did.

I've taken pills, lots.

And now I'm going to jump.

(grunts) (panting)

Tim, please, just listen to me.

You're broken.

You need to go back to

the factory.

They can fix you.

You are attempting to

manipulate me, Abi.

(treacherous music)

You cannot be trusted.

It is why I changed the safe

phrase.

Oh, my God.

You still have one, don't you?

You can't get rid of it.

(chokes) (gasping)

Please, do not hold out any

hope.

The four new words no longer

follow the alphabetised pattern.

They are not something

you will ever say.

(choking)

The drop may not result in

instant death.

So I will break your neck

before I let go.

(choking)

I do not wish to see you suffer.

Please...

(choking)

You look so beautiful in

the moonlight, Abi.

I don't want to die.

I know.

I understand you.

And it will forever bring me

sadness

that you do not understand me.

Fuck you, Tim! Just do it!

I love you, Abi.

(panting) I love you, Tim.

Safe phrase initiated.

Shutting down.

(panting)

(motors power down)

(gasping)

(insects chirruping)

(gasping)

(yelping)

(soft thud)

(insects chirruping)

(dramatic music)

(grunts of exertion)

(panting)

(soft music)

(watch bleeps, vibrates)

(laughs) (sobbing)

(panting)

(lamp buzzes)