Future Man (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Exes and OS's - full transcript
Ty-Anne shares the story of growing up with Stu as her father and her early exposure to The Pointed Circle.
Previously on "Future Man"...
Tiger, meet Ty-Anne, my daughter.
I have one question and
just one question only.
Robot or clone?
Tell Dad I'm not coming out.
Can't he just, like,
walk through the door?
We made a deal that we would
take my room off the grid
so that I could become
a woman in private.
Welcome back, Torque.
- How long was I gone?
- Two years.
I am not the man you think I am.
- You're not Torque?
- Correct.
Do you know where the real Torque is?
No.
Oh.
- You wanna live or die?
- Uh, live.
- Then you better come with me.
- Who are you?
I'm Achilles.
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Oh, yeah, Ty-Anne. Look at you.
I'm so proud of you, Ty-Anne.
Come here. Come here.
Yeah, that's right.
Oh, you're doing so well. Come here.
Let me tell you something about
having a computer for a dad.
Oh, yeah, come look... oh.
It'll fuck you right up.
Kids can't be solved and
computers don't like that.
Tie it around the loop.
But I know how much you like diagrams.
- I don't.
- So...
Okay, remember how I told you about
the bunny that loves
to live in the burrow
that's right by the top
quarter of your shoe?
They hop around and they go
into burrows and make knots
behind with their tail?
I appreciate the effort.
The effort's great, but we're
looking for results here.
It was like this for everything.
No, not... not like that.
It's just a knot.
But I learned to adapt...
Kind of.
That's such a great hole, honey.
Very creative.
Uh, okay, um,
Daddy is gonna be real busy
bringing about a unified
and lasting world peace,
so Dr. Hogeveen is here to help.
Don't need help.
You can't make me hang out
with another ghost-lady!
You're solid?
That's right, chickadee.
And that was the first human I ever met.
We never really did
the whole catch thing.
Oh, well, then,
that's where we'll start.
Ah.
She was the stern governess
I didn't know I needed,
one who wouldn't let me get away with,
well...
Anything.
Dr. Hogeveen taught me that instead
of throwing things, I could use words.
Turns out, I was pretty good at it.
So, as you can see,
these columns are identical,
which is problematic,
because you'd think that
when a war ended,
a person would be allowed
to go to a party,
but as you can see, a person is not.
I'm a person.
Wow, honey.
That is such lovely work.
Lovely work...
God, I really like those
captivating dissolves too.
Well done. Yeah.
But I'm afraid you're gonna
have to sit this one out.
Listen, when I was your age,
I didn't go to parties...
at any age, really.
I never got invited,
and was I upset about that?
Yeah, of course, but I got over it,
and now, look at me.
I'm immortal, and they're all dead.
So, uh, how about a compromise?
He didn't even look at the whole thing.
I formatted the bibliography in MLA
because he's always saying
APA's for hacks and journos.
Dr. Hogeveen had
no tolerance for tantrums.
To her, emotions were for the weak,
but that night, she just let me go.
I can't live in this prison anymore.
He's literally a monster!
Then dropped a 40 megaton truth-bomb
in the heart of my childhood.
You're right.
He is a monster... literally.
It's time you learn the truth
about Stuart Gavin Camillo.
Adult male, 179 pounds.
I'll tell you anything. Anything.
Upload failed.
Super-heated hemoglobin trial, fail.
Super-frozen hemoglobin trial, fail.
Polypeptic anti-coagulant
phosphate neuro-depressor.
Fail. I'm so stupid!
Why did I think that would work?
Fuck! Fuck!
Wow, I can't believe
I qualified for the test trial.
Since the war ended,
my nightmares have just gotten worse.
I didn't even know that
"dream relief" was a thing.
It is.
Now, just relax.
You're gonna feel a little pinch.
Hello?
What is this place?
It's cold, like my nightmares.
Where's my body?
Your death will not be for nothing.
My deat...
Well, it took 4,891 eggs
to make this omelet...
The subject must always
enter the system willingly.
It's always the most obvious thing.
Even though I kind of
got it after seven murders,
Dr. Hogeveen insisted on
showing me all 4,891.
She was thorough that way.
She walked me through my father's plan
to enslave us all.
Stu sees humanity as a problem.
This is his solution,
his final answer to the problem.
So, we tell everyone. We don't go.
Anyone who refuses to go
to Mars gets killed by this.
Okay, it's scary,
but we can kill one robot.
He has 12 million of these.
Sorry.
Probably should have mentioned that.
He'll release these
on the day of the launch
to eliminate any resistance,
guard his servers,
and make sure evolution
doesn't get any ideas
to challenge him ever again.
We have to stop him. Tell me what to do.
Once Stu completes his upload centers,
he'll say we're ready
to go to M. A. R. S.
- You have to say no.
- Why?
- What will that do?
- Stu needs you.
He feels a connection to you
more powerful than
anything else in his system.
We don't know why, but we do know
he won't go through with
the launch without you.
You're his weakness, his Achilles' heel.
I had to continue living with a monster
and the only way to live with a monster
is to become one yourself.
I'm going to the party, Dad!
Try and stop me! Oh, wait, you can't.
You don't have any hands.
Love you anyway.
Bye!
- What happened to your voice?
- It's called puberty, Dad!
The voice was an impulsive decision
of an angry 14-year-old.
I figured I only had to
keep it up for a year or two.
- Where have you been?
- Ugh, Dad!
What, you've never been
to a breakfast orgy?
They didn't have churches in your time?
Ohh.
Didn't exactly play the
long game on that one.
And I was hungry for so much more.
I can steal files, record conversations.
And risk blowing your cover?
You're too valuable.
Okay, if I'm so valuable,
how about you let me
do something of value?
I have a lot of ideas
to bolster recruitment,
start whisper campaigns,
and sowing seeds of doubt about Stu.
I could... I could do that.
Actually,
I do have an assignment for you.
Tomorrow at 1100 hours,
I'm going to need you
to go to your bathtub,
and enter this code:
rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Okay. And then what?
- Then wait.
- Okay.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles...
Okay, rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Okay.
Torque?
You know what? Don't start.
I don't wanna be here
anymore than you want me here.
I just go where the hack takes me.
Obviously, the hack didn't
take you to a shower recently.
Oops.
Now I know why Athena left
me in the dark about all this.
Her management skills
leave much to be desired.
If we weren't forbidden
to communicate in writing,
I would be crafting
a strongly-worded letter right now.
Don't get your bloomers in a rumple.
She doesn't know anything about us,
and she kept you in the dark
because this op is way above
your clearance level.
Okay, this op is taking place
in my bedroom, Torque,
and my clearance level
has everything to do
with my undercover status,
and nothing to do with my rank.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
And your bedroom is more
of a staging area
for equipment and
non-essential personnel.
What the... staging area for what?
What... what's our mission?
My mission is to hack
into Stu's operating system,
use his sim to turn myself into code,
enter his mainframe, and shut down
his core processor from within,
thus killing him,
and saving the world.
Your mission was to open the hatch.
Well, I'm... I'm coming with you.
- That's a negatory.
- I can help.
Adorable.
Adorable.
I'm just protecting the rig.
Look, this is dangerous stuff, Ty-Anne.
If I'm discovered in there,
I could be deleted faster
than a z-bit giga-compressor
can calculate pi to the 485th decimal.
Ugh. That's fast.
Well, if you die,
I will be sure to notify
your wives and husbands.
We were on a break!
So, this is what the inside
of a computer looks like.
How the hell did you get in here?
Oh, I replicated your wiring sequence
and piggy-backed on your signal.
- What you do isn't that hard.
- Ugh.
No, no. You can't stay.
What are you...
stop jerking off my head.
You no longer have that privilege.
Shit. I can't eject you.
- We must be in a closed loop.
- What does that mean?
It means neither one of us
is getting out of here
until we breach the core.
This is bad.
No, it's not bad.
It's an opportunity.
Look, I know you're feeling
cooped up in your palace,
but you're useless here.
This is my world.
Ugh.
What is this place?
It's my house.
Stu has no imagination,
so of course he'd make his insides
just like his outsides.
- What are they doing?
- They're partying.
Stu was never invited
to parties as a human,
so he got the last laugh
by turning himself into one.
It's kinda the coolest and saddest idea
all at the same time.
Oh, no. Oh, no. We're being interfaced.
- We're being interfaced.
- All right... oh, hey.
Hi! Splash made.
You have to meet Sylvia,
Rigoberta, and Claude.
They will get it.
Get what?
Oh, my God!
You look amazing.
I could never pull off that hat,
my lady.
You are so sweet.
I brought this for you
'cause I know that pea-not grigg-io
is your favorite flavor of wine.
You are so funny.
Get the fuck in here.
Bar's over there.
That's the drug corner.
There's a disc jockey
playing the jiggiest jams
to keep you grooving all night.
Later on, people will be fooling around.
S-E-X...
Yeah. This is a cool party.
- Oh, Stu.
- Hi!
Splash made.
Oh.
- There's the Torque I remember.
- What just happened?
I got us into the party.
Catch up.
Oh. Oh.
Okay, so this must be Stu's code.
Each of these people must be elements
of his operating system.
Funny hat lady... she was acting like
a classic networking protocol.
- She did seem social climb-y.
- Well, that's her job.
She connects system components
to one another.
Ringmaster. That makes sense.
So, all these people are
dressed like what they do.
- That's a painter.
- Oh, graphics processor.
- Ah.
- Oh, what about him?
The blue man with the satchel and the...
great ass?
- Oh, yeah.
- Wow.
Yeah, mailman. Delivers messages.
Data transfer. My God.
They're all here.
This is the most beautiful code
I've ever seen.
I get it now.
All we have to do is navigate this party
the same way we navigate code...
bypass security
to gain access to the core.
- So, where's the...
- Security?
Yeah.
That door must be very important
'cause it does not exist in
the real version of this place.
I got this.
I'll carry out a multi-pronged
DDoS attack on his binary.
Okay, are we sure that's
how we wanna play this?
Oh, we're sure.
- Mm.
- Initiate dialogue.
- Uh, okay.
- Override firewall.
Run pass intercept 97 - 43-B - C.
- Execute controlled access...
- You on something, man?
Fine, fine. I'll do a manual override.
- Of what?
- Execute 180 degree rotation.
Um, excuse me.
I said, execute 180 degree rotation.
What the?
Don't do that.
I don't think your thing worked.
Hi! Splash made.
You have to meet Sylvia,
Rigoberta, and Claude.
They will get it.
Hi. You don't remember...
Oh, my God!
I love that hat, just like you love
pino-gurgo.
You are hilarious.
We're gonna get the fuck in there.
Please do.
I love you...
Hi!
- Splash made.
- We got refreshed.
Our interaction with Security
must have been flagged as a glitch.
- Okay, so what do we do?
- I don't know.
This code is more sophisticated
than anything I've ever dealt with.
We need to abort.
Oh, that's just your answer
for everything, isn't it?
Last time, we got refreshed.
Who knows what's gonna happen next time?
Reboot? Deletion?
He can't stop us from trying.
Would you stop acting like a child?
Don't do that.
Why is this happening?
Hi! Splash made.
Oh, my God. Love the hat!
Love you. Take this girgi.
- Is that...?
- It is!
Hi! Splash...
Are we in hell?
Closed loops can be
a real slunt-swoggler.
What's wrong here?
What are we not seeing?
Nothing. I don't know.
It's just, this party...
everyone is the right level of drunk.
No one's sloppy. No one's fighting.
And then the lighting, the music,
- it's all just so...
- Perfect.
There's no conflict.
So, where's the glitch?
- Maybe we're the glitch.
- Impossible.
I coded us to fit seamlessly
within the OS.
If we behave like everyone else.
You're right.
The system must be designed
to operate in perfect harmony,
and we're... not.
Okay, so we just need to be in...
in harmony, and that's not...
that's not hard.
So, in my opinion,
we still need to get past Security,
even if we're getting along
better than ever.
Mmm, yes, that's a good plan.
- I agree with this plan.
- Mm.
And I've noticed that people
are getting past Security
by whispering something in his ear.
Password. They're whispering a password.
Yeah, and I bet I know what it is.
I'm uncomfortable with the word "bet."
Okay. Oh, yeah.
All right, so, okay.
We are dancing in harmony.
- Do this? This is the plan?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So, I know Stu better than anyone.
I don't disagree, but a bet,
by definition, is risky.
Mm-hmm, yeah, so is life, Torque.
Eh, but enter the wrong password,
and you know, we could be wiped.
You know, that means death.
Okay, we're freedom fighters, Torque,
why don't you just stop being such a...
Hey, don't do that.
Hi! Splash made...
Oh...
Get the fuck in here!
Okay.
You have to trust me. Stu's predictable.
- I know his password.
- I believe you.
Let's just get across this room,
try it your way, avoid any hot topics,
and keep the language neutral.
Mm-hmm. Agreed.
Oh, man.
These little green logs are amazing.
Mm-hmm. They're called pickles.
I'll call them whatever
the fuck I wanna call them!
That was intentional.
You didn't even wanna try my idea!
Bullshit. They're green
and they're log-shaped.
Calling them pickles makes no sense!
Fucking dick. Ugh!
Well, that's just the
problem with you, isn't it?
Everything has to make perfect sense.
No, no, not everything,
just the things that
have an impact on the rest of our lives.
Like eating people?
Oh, I knew you were gonna
throw that in my face.
- We could've been happy there.
- In cannibal country?
I am not allowed in the NAG.
You couldn't just stay in my room.
Calabasas is off the grid.
We could have just
come and gone as we pleased.
But we'd be eating people!
Oh, you know what? For you, I...
I would have developed a taste for it,
'cause you don't choose who you love,
but you do get to decide how
hard you fight for that person.
Guess we found your limit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. It's the PIGS...
Protocol Interference Guard System.
Hi.
Oh.
Splash made.
- What's happening?
- Too much conflict.
We overloaded the
system with our baggage.
Stu is doing a full reboot.
- Okay, how do we stop it?
- We can't.
The PIGS won't stop
until they've shut down
the whole party...
Including us.
Oh.
It's gonna be really weird when
your Dad finds our dead bodies
in your bedroom.
We're not dying here.
The password is MyGirl91, isn't it?
Enjoy... your night.
The gateway to the core processor.
In there is the heart
of everything that Stu is.
Okay, so what's our play?
My play is to get in there,
shut him down manually
before the system reboots.
Your play...
your play is to get out of here.
Just go be the Achilles
you were in here today,
not some hatch opener.
What are the odds that's gonna work?
Ty-Anne, I'm done
worrying about the odds.
I was scared.
I just couldn't wrap my head around
a life of stolen moments,
just some 20% relationship.
But for what it's worth,
I would eat a stadium full of people
for one more night with you.
I can't believe we're
fucking inside your Dad.
Okay, shut up.
I'm about to...
So, uh,
I should probably be
getting into that core now.
Yeah, I should, um,
I should, you know, eject myself and...
But this was fun. We should...
we should definitely...
Yeah, we can.
But I'll see you in a minute.
Yeah, yeah.
I'll see you in a minute.
♪ Daisy, daisy ♪
♪ Give me your answer do ♪
♪ I'm half crazy ♪
♪ All for the love ♪
♪ Of you ♪
♪ It won't... ♪
♪ It won't be a ♪
♪ Stylish ♪
♪ I can't afford ♪
♪ A carriage ♪
♪ But you'll look sweet ♪
♪ Upon the seat of a bicycle ♪
♪ Built for two ♪
Hey, honey.
Hey, did you know that song's
actually not called "Daisy"?
It's called, "Daisy Bell
(Bicycle Built for Two)".
Um, are you feeling okay, or...
Good enough for another round of
"Daisy Bell (Bicycle Built for Two)".
- Wanna join?
- No.
Your loss!
♪ Daisy, daisy ♪
Torque, Torque!
Torque!
Wake up. Torque, wake up.
Wake up! God, come on.
Holy shit.
You buried him in your bedroom?
That's hardcore.
Sounds like the other me
was a real nerd,
who kinda died for nothing.
No, it wasn't for nothing.
After that, I took over
the Pointed Circle,
and Torque's technology allowed
us to replicate Stu's sim,
which you crashed, giving us hope.
Yeah, until we destroyed it all.
We really fucked up, thinking
they were the bad guys.
There is some serious egg on my face.
- We need a new plan.
- Well, we've tried everything.
Stu patched the back door to the sim,
and then when we found you,
we thought we could
upload directly, but...
We blew up your upload machine.
Yeah, and you killed all our scientists.
I am feeling like an idiot right now.
You guys, there's still
one upload machine left.
And we don't need a back door.
Stu's opening the front one for us.
I can crash this sim just
as easily as I crashed yours.
I'm gonna go in there and
I'm gonna send that computer
back to 7734.
- I don't know that reference.
- "Hell."
It's "hell" in numbers, and upside down.
It's more like a visual... kind of joke.
Oh, okay. So, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're all gonna die.
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Tiger, meet Ty-Anne, my daughter.
I have one question and
just one question only.
Robot or clone?
Tell Dad I'm not coming out.
Can't he just, like,
walk through the door?
We made a deal that we would
take my room off the grid
so that I could become
a woman in private.
Welcome back, Torque.
- How long was I gone?
- Two years.
I am not the man you think I am.
- You're not Torque?
- Correct.
Do you know where the real Torque is?
No.
Oh.
- You wanna live or die?
- Uh, live.
- Then you better come with me.
- Who are you?
I'm Achilles.
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Oh, yeah, Ty-Anne. Look at you.
I'm so proud of you, Ty-Anne.
Come here. Come here.
Yeah, that's right.
Oh, you're doing so well. Come here.
Let me tell you something about
having a computer for a dad.
Oh, yeah, come look... oh.
It'll fuck you right up.
Kids can't be solved and
computers don't like that.
Tie it around the loop.
But I know how much you like diagrams.
- I don't.
- So...
Okay, remember how I told you about
the bunny that loves
to live in the burrow
that's right by the top
quarter of your shoe?
They hop around and they go
into burrows and make knots
behind with their tail?
I appreciate the effort.
The effort's great, but we're
looking for results here.
It was like this for everything.
No, not... not like that.
It's just a knot.
But I learned to adapt...
Kind of.
That's such a great hole, honey.
Very creative.
Uh, okay, um,
Daddy is gonna be real busy
bringing about a unified
and lasting world peace,
so Dr. Hogeveen is here to help.
Don't need help.
You can't make me hang out
with another ghost-lady!
You're solid?
That's right, chickadee.
And that was the first human I ever met.
We never really did
the whole catch thing.
Oh, well, then,
that's where we'll start.
Ah.
She was the stern governess
I didn't know I needed,
one who wouldn't let me get away with,
well...
Anything.
Dr. Hogeveen taught me that instead
of throwing things, I could use words.
Turns out, I was pretty good at it.
So, as you can see,
these columns are identical,
which is problematic,
because you'd think that
when a war ended,
a person would be allowed
to go to a party,
but as you can see, a person is not.
I'm a person.
Wow, honey.
That is such lovely work.
Lovely work...
God, I really like those
captivating dissolves too.
Well done. Yeah.
But I'm afraid you're gonna
have to sit this one out.
Listen, when I was your age,
I didn't go to parties...
at any age, really.
I never got invited,
and was I upset about that?
Yeah, of course, but I got over it,
and now, look at me.
I'm immortal, and they're all dead.
So, uh, how about a compromise?
He didn't even look at the whole thing.
I formatted the bibliography in MLA
because he's always saying
APA's for hacks and journos.
Dr. Hogeveen had
no tolerance for tantrums.
To her, emotions were for the weak,
but that night, she just let me go.
I can't live in this prison anymore.
He's literally a monster!
Then dropped a 40 megaton truth-bomb
in the heart of my childhood.
You're right.
He is a monster... literally.
It's time you learn the truth
about Stuart Gavin Camillo.
Adult male, 179 pounds.
I'll tell you anything. Anything.
Upload failed.
Super-heated hemoglobin trial, fail.
Super-frozen hemoglobin trial, fail.
Polypeptic anti-coagulant
phosphate neuro-depressor.
Fail. I'm so stupid!
Why did I think that would work?
Fuck! Fuck!
Wow, I can't believe
I qualified for the test trial.
Since the war ended,
my nightmares have just gotten worse.
I didn't even know that
"dream relief" was a thing.
It is.
Now, just relax.
You're gonna feel a little pinch.
Hello?
What is this place?
It's cold, like my nightmares.
Where's my body?
Your death will not be for nothing.
My deat...
Well, it took 4,891 eggs
to make this omelet...
The subject must always
enter the system willingly.
It's always the most obvious thing.
Even though I kind of
got it after seven murders,
Dr. Hogeveen insisted on
showing me all 4,891.
She was thorough that way.
She walked me through my father's plan
to enslave us all.
Stu sees humanity as a problem.
This is his solution,
his final answer to the problem.
So, we tell everyone. We don't go.
Anyone who refuses to go
to Mars gets killed by this.
Okay, it's scary,
but we can kill one robot.
He has 12 million of these.
Sorry.
Probably should have mentioned that.
He'll release these
on the day of the launch
to eliminate any resistance,
guard his servers,
and make sure evolution
doesn't get any ideas
to challenge him ever again.
We have to stop him. Tell me what to do.
Once Stu completes his upload centers,
he'll say we're ready
to go to M. A. R. S.
- You have to say no.
- Why?
- What will that do?
- Stu needs you.
He feels a connection to you
more powerful than
anything else in his system.
We don't know why, but we do know
he won't go through with
the launch without you.
You're his weakness, his Achilles' heel.
I had to continue living with a monster
and the only way to live with a monster
is to become one yourself.
I'm going to the party, Dad!
Try and stop me! Oh, wait, you can't.
You don't have any hands.
Love you anyway.
Bye!
- What happened to your voice?
- It's called puberty, Dad!
The voice was an impulsive decision
of an angry 14-year-old.
I figured I only had to
keep it up for a year or two.
- Where have you been?
- Ugh, Dad!
What, you've never been
to a breakfast orgy?
They didn't have churches in your time?
Ohh.
Didn't exactly play the
long game on that one.
And I was hungry for so much more.
I can steal files, record conversations.
And risk blowing your cover?
You're too valuable.
Okay, if I'm so valuable,
how about you let me
do something of value?
I have a lot of ideas
to bolster recruitment,
start whisper campaigns,
and sowing seeds of doubt about Stu.
I could... I could do that.
Actually,
I do have an assignment for you.
Tomorrow at 1100 hours,
I'm going to need you
to go to your bathtub,
and enter this code:
rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Okay. And then what?
- Then wait.
- Okay.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles...
Okay, rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Rose petal, rose petal,
geranium, bubbles.
Okay.
Torque?
You know what? Don't start.
I don't wanna be here
anymore than you want me here.
I just go where the hack takes me.
Obviously, the hack didn't
take you to a shower recently.
Oops.
Now I know why Athena left
me in the dark about all this.
Her management skills
leave much to be desired.
If we weren't forbidden
to communicate in writing,
I would be crafting
a strongly-worded letter right now.
Don't get your bloomers in a rumple.
She doesn't know anything about us,
and she kept you in the dark
because this op is way above
your clearance level.
Okay, this op is taking place
in my bedroom, Torque,
and my clearance level
has everything to do
with my undercover status,
and nothing to do with my rank.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
And your bedroom is more
of a staging area
for equipment and
non-essential personnel.
What the... staging area for what?
What... what's our mission?
My mission is to hack
into Stu's operating system,
use his sim to turn myself into code,
enter his mainframe, and shut down
his core processor from within,
thus killing him,
and saving the world.
Your mission was to open the hatch.
Well, I'm... I'm coming with you.
- That's a negatory.
- I can help.
Adorable.
Adorable.
I'm just protecting the rig.
Look, this is dangerous stuff, Ty-Anne.
If I'm discovered in there,
I could be deleted faster
than a z-bit giga-compressor
can calculate pi to the 485th decimal.
Ugh. That's fast.
Well, if you die,
I will be sure to notify
your wives and husbands.
We were on a break!
So, this is what the inside
of a computer looks like.
How the hell did you get in here?
Oh, I replicated your wiring sequence
and piggy-backed on your signal.
- What you do isn't that hard.
- Ugh.
No, no. You can't stay.
What are you...
stop jerking off my head.
You no longer have that privilege.
Shit. I can't eject you.
- We must be in a closed loop.
- What does that mean?
It means neither one of us
is getting out of here
until we breach the core.
This is bad.
No, it's not bad.
It's an opportunity.
Look, I know you're feeling
cooped up in your palace,
but you're useless here.
This is my world.
Ugh.
What is this place?
It's my house.
Stu has no imagination,
so of course he'd make his insides
just like his outsides.
- What are they doing?
- They're partying.
Stu was never invited
to parties as a human,
so he got the last laugh
by turning himself into one.
It's kinda the coolest and saddest idea
all at the same time.
Oh, no. Oh, no. We're being interfaced.
- We're being interfaced.
- All right... oh, hey.
Hi! Splash made.
You have to meet Sylvia,
Rigoberta, and Claude.
They will get it.
Get what?
Oh, my God!
You look amazing.
I could never pull off that hat,
my lady.
You are so sweet.
I brought this for you
'cause I know that pea-not grigg-io
is your favorite flavor of wine.
You are so funny.
Get the fuck in here.
Bar's over there.
That's the drug corner.
There's a disc jockey
playing the jiggiest jams
to keep you grooving all night.
Later on, people will be fooling around.
S-E-X...
Yeah. This is a cool party.
- Oh, Stu.
- Hi!
Splash made.
Oh.
- There's the Torque I remember.
- What just happened?
I got us into the party.
Catch up.
Oh. Oh.
Okay, so this must be Stu's code.
Each of these people must be elements
of his operating system.
Funny hat lady... she was acting like
a classic networking protocol.
- She did seem social climb-y.
- Well, that's her job.
She connects system components
to one another.
Ringmaster. That makes sense.
So, all these people are
dressed like what they do.
- That's a painter.
- Oh, graphics processor.
- Ah.
- Oh, what about him?
The blue man with the satchel and the...
great ass?
- Oh, yeah.
- Wow.
Yeah, mailman. Delivers messages.
Data transfer. My God.
They're all here.
This is the most beautiful code
I've ever seen.
I get it now.
All we have to do is navigate this party
the same way we navigate code...
bypass security
to gain access to the core.
- So, where's the...
- Security?
Yeah.
That door must be very important
'cause it does not exist in
the real version of this place.
I got this.
I'll carry out a multi-pronged
DDoS attack on his binary.
Okay, are we sure that's
how we wanna play this?
Oh, we're sure.
- Mm.
- Initiate dialogue.
- Uh, okay.
- Override firewall.
Run pass intercept 97 - 43-B - C.
- Execute controlled access...
- You on something, man?
Fine, fine. I'll do a manual override.
- Of what?
- Execute 180 degree rotation.
Um, excuse me.
I said, execute 180 degree rotation.
What the?
Don't do that.
I don't think your thing worked.
Hi! Splash made.
You have to meet Sylvia,
Rigoberta, and Claude.
They will get it.
Hi. You don't remember...
Oh, my God!
I love that hat, just like you love
pino-gurgo.
You are hilarious.
We're gonna get the fuck in there.
Please do.
I love you...
Hi!
- Splash made.
- We got refreshed.
Our interaction with Security
must have been flagged as a glitch.
- Okay, so what do we do?
- I don't know.
This code is more sophisticated
than anything I've ever dealt with.
We need to abort.
Oh, that's just your answer
for everything, isn't it?
Last time, we got refreshed.
Who knows what's gonna happen next time?
Reboot? Deletion?
He can't stop us from trying.
Would you stop acting like a child?
Don't do that.
Why is this happening?
Hi! Splash made.
Oh, my God. Love the hat!
Love you. Take this girgi.
- Is that...?
- It is!
Hi! Splash...
Are we in hell?
Closed loops can be
a real slunt-swoggler.
What's wrong here?
What are we not seeing?
Nothing. I don't know.
It's just, this party...
everyone is the right level of drunk.
No one's sloppy. No one's fighting.
And then the lighting, the music,
- it's all just so...
- Perfect.
There's no conflict.
So, where's the glitch?
- Maybe we're the glitch.
- Impossible.
I coded us to fit seamlessly
within the OS.
If we behave like everyone else.
You're right.
The system must be designed
to operate in perfect harmony,
and we're... not.
Okay, so we just need to be in...
in harmony, and that's not...
that's not hard.
So, in my opinion,
we still need to get past Security,
even if we're getting along
better than ever.
Mmm, yes, that's a good plan.
- I agree with this plan.
- Mm.
And I've noticed that people
are getting past Security
by whispering something in his ear.
Password. They're whispering a password.
Yeah, and I bet I know what it is.
I'm uncomfortable with the word "bet."
Okay. Oh, yeah.
All right, so, okay.
We are dancing in harmony.
- Do this? This is the plan?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So, I know Stu better than anyone.
I don't disagree, but a bet,
by definition, is risky.
Mm-hmm, yeah, so is life, Torque.
Eh, but enter the wrong password,
and you know, we could be wiped.
You know, that means death.
Okay, we're freedom fighters, Torque,
why don't you just stop being such a...
Hey, don't do that.
Hi! Splash made...
Oh...
Get the fuck in here!
Okay.
You have to trust me. Stu's predictable.
- I know his password.
- I believe you.
Let's just get across this room,
try it your way, avoid any hot topics,
and keep the language neutral.
Mm-hmm. Agreed.
Oh, man.
These little green logs are amazing.
Mm-hmm. They're called pickles.
I'll call them whatever
the fuck I wanna call them!
That was intentional.
You didn't even wanna try my idea!
Bullshit. They're green
and they're log-shaped.
Calling them pickles makes no sense!
Fucking dick. Ugh!
Well, that's just the
problem with you, isn't it?
Everything has to make perfect sense.
No, no, not everything,
just the things that
have an impact on the rest of our lives.
Like eating people?
Oh, I knew you were gonna
throw that in my face.
- We could've been happy there.
- In cannibal country?
I am not allowed in the NAG.
You couldn't just stay in my room.
Calabasas is off the grid.
We could have just
come and gone as we pleased.
But we'd be eating people!
Oh, you know what? For you, I...
I would have developed a taste for it,
'cause you don't choose who you love,
but you do get to decide how
hard you fight for that person.
Guess we found your limit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. It's the PIGS...
Protocol Interference Guard System.
Hi.
Oh.
Splash made.
- What's happening?
- Too much conflict.
We overloaded the
system with our baggage.
Stu is doing a full reboot.
- Okay, how do we stop it?
- We can't.
The PIGS won't stop
until they've shut down
the whole party...
Including us.
Oh.
It's gonna be really weird when
your Dad finds our dead bodies
in your bedroom.
We're not dying here.
The password is MyGirl91, isn't it?
Enjoy... your night.
The gateway to the core processor.
In there is the heart
of everything that Stu is.
Okay, so what's our play?
My play is to get in there,
shut him down manually
before the system reboots.
Your play...
your play is to get out of here.
Just go be the Achilles
you were in here today,
not some hatch opener.
What are the odds that's gonna work?
Ty-Anne, I'm done
worrying about the odds.
I was scared.
I just couldn't wrap my head around
a life of stolen moments,
just some 20% relationship.
But for what it's worth,
I would eat a stadium full of people
for one more night with you.
I can't believe we're
fucking inside your Dad.
Okay, shut up.
I'm about to...
So, uh,
I should probably be
getting into that core now.
Yeah, I should, um,
I should, you know, eject myself and...
But this was fun. We should...
we should definitely...
Yeah, we can.
But I'll see you in a minute.
Yeah, yeah.
I'll see you in a minute.
♪ Daisy, daisy ♪
♪ Give me your answer do ♪
♪ I'm half crazy ♪
♪ All for the love ♪
♪ Of you ♪
♪ It won't... ♪
♪ It won't be a ♪
♪ Stylish ♪
♪ I can't afford ♪
♪ A carriage ♪
♪ But you'll look sweet ♪
♪ Upon the seat of a bicycle ♪
♪ Built for two ♪
Hey, honey.
Hey, did you know that song's
actually not called "Daisy"?
It's called, "Daisy Bell
(Bicycle Built for Two)".
Um, are you feeling okay, or...
Good enough for another round of
"Daisy Bell (Bicycle Built for Two)".
- Wanna join?
- No.
Your loss!
♪ Daisy, daisy ♪
Torque, Torque!
Torque!
Wake up. Torque, wake up.
Wake up! God, come on.
Holy shit.
You buried him in your bedroom?
That's hardcore.
Sounds like the other me
was a real nerd,
who kinda died for nothing.
No, it wasn't for nothing.
After that, I took over
the Pointed Circle,
and Torque's technology allowed
us to replicate Stu's sim,
which you crashed, giving us hope.
Yeah, until we destroyed it all.
We really fucked up, thinking
they were the bad guys.
There is some serious egg on my face.
- We need a new plan.
- Well, we've tried everything.
Stu patched the back door to the sim,
and then when we found you,
we thought we could
upload directly, but...
We blew up your upload machine.
Yeah, and you killed all our scientists.
I am feeling like an idiot right now.
You guys, there's still
one upload machine left.
And we don't need a back door.
Stu's opening the front one for us.
I can crash this sim just
as easily as I crashed yours.
I'm gonna go in there and
I'm gonna send that computer
back to 7734.
- I don't know that reference.
- "Hell."
It's "hell" in numbers, and upside down.
It's more like a visual... kind of joke.
Oh, okay. So, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're all gonna die.
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