The Outer Limits (1995–2002): Season 6, Episode 12 - Glitch - full transcript
Tom and Wendy are happy together. However, Tom has terrible memories. He is really an android that was used to save people in dangerous situations and then was upgraded to think for himself.
(Tom)
Wait, wait. Wait,
you really think
it happened that way?
(Wendy)
I know
it happened that way.
[chuckles]
Are you seriously
telling me that a year
after our wedding,
that's how you remember it,
'cause if it is...
Oh, please.
Not this again.
I gotta set this
straight here.
I'm at the front
of a church, right?
Yeah, and you totally blow
this out of proportion
every single time.
Lisa is cracking up
because, well, you know,
don's taking it
way too seriously,
and--and, well, Jerry,
uh, his eyes are half shut
looking like the poster child
from hangovers anonymous.
And why should
our wedding day be
any different for Jerry?
And they started playing
Here comes the bride.
And I see you way--way down
at the end of the aisle,
right,
you're on your crutches,
and you're just pissed
as hell
because you bought
your $150 pair of shoes
and you can't wear 'em
because you broke your leg.
Hairline fracture,
thank you very much.
I'm still bitter
about those shoes.
And the music's playing,
and out of the blue,
you throw down your crutches
and you're like,
"Screw the orthopedic surgeon,
I am walking down the aisle
If it kills me."
You know not even to mention
that quack's name around me.
That is exactly
how the walk started.
You just keep on buggin' me,
monkey boy,
and you're
gonna be wearing crutches.
You're just...
You're angry
'cause I'm right.
You're wrong. You're...
[sighs]
You OK?
Yeah, yeah.
Sorry, sorry.
[gasps]
Tom, what's wrong?
[panting]
Tom, is it happening again?
Tom, please,
you're scaring me.
[baby crying]
[gasping]
I'm calling Dr. Normandy.
No, no, no. It's OK.
It's OK. It's gone.
Tom, please, I think
we should call Dr. Normandy.
No, Wendy, it's gone.
All right? I'm fine.
[panting]
[crickets chirping]
(walker)
Tommy.
Tommy.
Tommy.
[grunts]
[grunting]
(walker)
Save her, Tommy.
[sighs]
Just leave me alone.
[screams]
Save her, Tommy.
[Tom groaning]
[baby crying]
Tom?
[baby crying]
Tom, what's wrong?
Open the door.
[baby continues crying]
Stop it!
Tom, please!
Please, let me help you.
(walker)
Save her, Tommy.
[screaming]
(Wendy)
What are you doing?
(Wendy)
Tom.
Tom, what's going on?
Please talk to me.
[knocking on door]
Tom, open the door.
Oh, my God.
Tom, please.
Tom, I'm coming in.
(Tom)
Oh, my God.
(control voice)
There is nothing wrong
with your television.
Do not attempt
to adjust the picture.
We are now controlling
the transmission.
We control the horizontal
and the vertical.
We can deluge you
with a thousand channels
Or expand one single image
to crystal clarity
And beyond.
We can shape your vision
To anything our imagination
can conceive.
For the next hour,
We will control
all that you see and hear.
You are about to experience
the awe and mystery
Which reaches from
the deepest inner mind
To The Outer Limits.
(control voice)
Humanity defines itself
By the capacity to think
and feel.
But what happens
When a machine
attains the same abilities?
After the auto shutdown
command failed,
we immediately dispatched
the response & recovery team.
They subdued and powered down
the unit for transport,
in record time,
I might add.
Well, why the hell is he
screaming his head off?
He's been reactivated
so we can run
a thorough diagnostics.
The procedure has
to be done with the unit
fully operational.
[beeping]
[Tom screaming]
(Hickox)
All these glitches
are putting
the entire project
at risk, Edward.
(Normandy)
We're getting it
under control.
(Tom)
Ahhh. Oh, God.
You call this
under control?
(Tom)
What are you doing?
[screaming]
Shut off
that damn racket.
Every time we have to
scramble an R&R team,
this project takes
one giant step closer
to having the plug pulled.
What was it this time?
Flashes of a previous
training exercise.
A fire rescue test.
And last month, it was
a Hazmat cleanup simulation.
For God's sake, Normandy,
these were tests we ran
5 years ago.
They're supposed to be wiped
from his memory.
They were. But there
are still bits and pieces
of the walker virus
running in subroutines
and the metachips
that we haven't been
able to debug.
So the robot's creator
left a virus
in his software.
That doesn't fill me
with confidence, Edward.
Then this will.
The new processors
we're installing
will relay commands
at 7.9 terabytes
per second.
Any bug that walker built in
won't have a react time
fast enough to engage
and will be rendered dormant.
You know, doctor,
I'm from Missouri.
So all that crap
you just spilled out to me
just gives me a headache.
So I'm gonna give it
right back to you,
plain and simple.
You find and fix
these glitches
or computers viruses
or whatever the hell it was
walker slipped in
under your nose,
and do it now.
We're hanging
by a thread.
[Tom groaning]
[computer beeping]
[Tom panting]
Dr. Normandy,
what's happening?
What's wrong
With my arm. Why--
Nothing wrong with your arm.
It's your processors,
actually.
What are you-- What are you
talking about?
Open him up.
(Tom)
What?
No!
[screaming]
No. Please, please.
Please. Stop. Stop, stop!
[groaning]
You can't feel anything, Tom.
Please, please. Stop.
(Normandy)
It's just lines of code
sending binary data
to your drivers,
telling them you should be
reacting this way.
Try to keep still.
Oh, this isn't happening.
[groaning]
This is a nightmare.
You wouldn't know, Tom.
You don't have nightmares,
just like you don't have
actual memories.
Only the ones that were
written into your hard drive.
(assistant)
Disengaging the old processor.
Why are you
doing this to me?
All right, let's prep
the new processors
for insertion.
I'm not a machine.
(Wendy)
Edward.
For God's sake, take him
out of consciousness mode.
(Tom)
Oh, Wendy.
Honey, why are they
doing this to me?
(assistant)
New processor installed.
Is the diagnostic complete?
Yes, sir.
Good. Then pull the plug.
[beeping]
Why are you letting 'em
do this to me?
Wendy. Wendy.
Please.
[machine switching off]
[machine beeping]
Happy?
[helicopter whirring]
Tell me, Wendy,
do you get this attached
to all your appliances?
It's funny, Edward.
In this light you remind me
of a lab-tech I once knew,
who used to perform
unspeakable experiments
on live puppies.
Hmm. I think I know
that experiment.
You see when something
cries out in pain,
or from fear,
most human beings
have a reaction.
Speaking of reactions,
the one having right now
is very encouraging.
It means that
Tom's becoming more
believable all the time.
But, Wendy,
watch the attitude.
You're not working
for Joe walker anymore.
No kidding.
It was much easier
working here
when the project was
about developing androids
to keep human beings
out of harm's way
rather than making assassins
out of them.
They're not assassins.
And no one put a gun
to your head to stay on
after walker left.
You were well compensated
and promoted.
Yes. As the pretend wife
of the billion dollar man.
Wendy, go back to work.
Tom's ready
for a system restart,
and I'm tired
of this conversation.
[dog barking]
[alarm buzzing]
[birds chirping]
Are you staring at me?
[chuckles]
No.
I'm not ready for work.
Hmm.
Well, I am.
I feel great.
Come on.
Oh, no, you don't.
Ow! Tom, it's freezing!
Get lost.
(Tom)
Come on. If I have to work,
you have to work.
So far, so good.
All right, let's get
the surgical theater
reconfigured.
(Tom)
No more minutes.
[laughing]
What's so funny?
This woman had a baby
in the back of a cab.
That's funny? How?
I'm--I'm--I'm getting
to it.
They had the baby
right there in the back
of the cab, right?
And the ambulance comes.
And they're all carted
off to the hospital
and the cabdriver is left
without a fare, a tip,
and I would imagine
a pretty nasty back seat.
That is completely not funny.
No, not--not in
and of itself.
But he had-- He's got--
He's... it's your look.
What look?
The look of, you know,
I bought a $150 pair
of shoes for my wedding
and I--I never got
to wear them
'cause I broke my leg.
Oh, my God, are you
ever gonna let that go?
You guys look
exactly the same here.
Oh, good. Thanks.
Uh, well, it's one
of the best looks
of all time, so...
Actually, you know,
that's something
I've been-- I've been
thinking about a lot recently.
What, my look?
No. Uh, kids.
You've been thinking
about kids?
Yeah, I mean,
we both have good jobs.
We both are well-paid
and we're both extremely
attractive people.
Yes, we are.
So there's no chance
of ugly babies.
I'm serious.
Tom, you know,
now's not the right time.
I mean, what with work
and everything, and--and,
you know, until
the endurance trials are over,
that's something that
we wouldn't even be able
to begin to think about.
Fine.
Promise me,
after the trials, we will.
OK.
OK.
Good. We gotta go.
I'll be right there.
OK.
[machine beeping]
All right, that should do it.
You can stop.
That's it?
I hardly broke a sweat.
Showoff.
When are you gonna
give me a real test,
something I can see these
new and improved genes
really working?
You know, it's funny
you should mention that.
Leg press time.
Let's try 1,200.
Pounds?
(Hickox)
Gene therapy.
I've hated this cover story
from the beginning.
Why? It's very clean.
It explains
his advanced strength
and endurance.
It explains why
we're running tests on him.
He's never questioned it.
Well, doctor,
as you're so fond
of telling me,
he's got 2 brand new
processors inside him
that make his thinking
even more human-like
than before,
so what if he does
start questioning it?
He won't.
He wholeheartedly believes
that he volunteered
for the data testing
of an advanced gene therapy.
He knows that
when the trials are complete,
the results will be used
to form an elite team
of intelligence agents,
for sabotage, espionage,
or whatever's needed.
Everything in that scenario
is true,
except for the gene therapy.
The closer
we stick to the truth,
the less likely
he is to ask questions.
(walker)
Tommy.
[people chattering]
[beeps]
[alarm buzzing]
(walker)
Tommy.
Tommy.
[alarm buzzing]
What is it?
Our signal's being jammed.
(walker)
Tommy!
Who's down here?
(walker)
Tommy. I won't hurt you.
Come to the sound
of my voice.
Who the hell's down here?
Huh?
Where are you?
(walker)
Hello, Tom.
What the hell's goin' on?
What are you-- What are you
doin' in my house?
My name is Joe walker.
And I'm your creator.
This is a holographic
recording, Tom.
You can listen,
but you can't ask questions.
I'm just a projection.
But it's very, very important
that you stay silent
and listen.
Because what I have to say
to you maybe very difficult
for you to accept,
at first.
Go to a mirror,
look at your back.
When you are ready to respond,
this message will continue.
Ready.
Good.
Now prepare yourself, Tom.
This will come as a shock.
Look at your back.
Go ahead.
There's a fine seam
that goes down your spine.
Oh, you can't see it,
but it's there.
Pull the seam open.
Go ahead, pull at your skin.
It's OK, trust me.
Oh, my God.
Impossible.
You're not human, Tom.
I know this is a shock.
You're an A.I. Driven
electromechanical being.
I know. I created you.
[cell phone ringing]
Hello?
Is he there
sleeping with you?
No.
Damn it. Scramble response
and recovery.
How long till I
get my eyes and ears back?
Still trying to detect
the source of the jamming.
I'm gonna go find him.
Tom. Tom.
(walker)
You are at the center
of a massive project
led by Dr. Edward Normandy,
who I'm sure you've been
led to believe, until now,
is your friend.
He's not.
They're testing you, Tom.
You are to become
the government's most
advanced espionage weapon.
You see, they want
to create a being
they can control.
One who thinks he's real.
They can use for
reconnaissance or sabotage,
and if necessary, murder.
(walker)
I know how all this sounds,
Tom. I know it sounds crazy.
Everything I'm telling you
is the truth.
We've pinpointed
the jamming frequency.
We should have picture
back momentarily.
(walker)
The fact that you're
receiving this transmission
means that Normandy has
upgraded your processors
to a highly
sophisticated level.
'cause until now,
this message was like
a dog whistle to you.
[phone ringing]
But not any more.
[whispering]
You're not gonna believe this.
Got it.
I wanted to create
a series of androids
That would, in effect,
take humans out of harm's way
Under the most
dire of circumstances.
Son of a bitch.
A micro-optic hologram.
How can that be?
We've never been able
to debug Tom's
ocular projection software.
We'll have to
try a little harder.
Don't interrupt him,
let's see what he's saying.
(walker)
Imagine being able
to send a rescuer
into a burning building
to save a victim
without endangering
a fire-fighter's life.
Or to storm a house
where hostage negotiations
have failed.
Or to clean up a biological
or chemical hazard
without risking
one single life.
Unfortunately,
the project was militarized
and Normandy,
an old colleague of mine,
Took charge.
Well, I wasn't about
to sit by idly
And watch you become a weapon.
I would assume
that he's broken through
A myriad of glitches
That I've built
into your system.
But that was part
of the plan.
Every time he upgraded you
to eliminate a glitch,
He put you closer
to being able to accept
This transmission.
I think, now you are
capable of autonomy,
And it's vital that
you get away from here.
Eyes and ears are not the only
way to keep tabs on you.
You've got a g.P.S. Tracker
embedded in the back
of your head.
I just jammed the signal.
[beeps]
Get that signal back!
It'll take them
about 15 minutes
to get back on-line.
You've got a head start.
Get away from here
as fast as you can.
And get that tracker
out of your head.
R&r team.
(R&R team leader)
Copy that. E.T.A. 6 minutes.
Be careful who you trust.
Tom.
Everything he said
is the truth.
What the hell is she doing?
I know. I've known all along.
We're not married.
And everything
you think you remember
was downloaded into you.
What the hell
is she doing?
I can't stand to see
What Normandy's trying
to make you into.
I loved Joe
like a father.
This just can't
go on anymore.
You have to leave.
They can see
and hear everything,
and they're on their way.
Please, Tommy,
you have to trust me.
OK.
OK, close your eyes.
We've lost visuals.
She's taking him.
She can't just take him!
Follow me.
Recovery now includes
both Tom and Wendy Seymour.
(R&R team leader)
Copy. E.T.A. 4 minutes.
(Wendy)
Here, put these on.
♪ ♪ [music playing
on headphones]
What the hell is that?
That is the sound of escape.
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪ [music playing
on headphones]
All right,
open your eyes.
Be careful,
because they can see
and hear everything.
Their audio and visual
capabilities are tied
into the g.P.S. module
in your head.
Look, Joe bought us
some time,
but they've probably
got it back up
and running by now.
I've got to get
that module out of you
or they'll be able
to track us wherever we go.
They can see us right now?
Yeah.
He's opened his eyes.
They're in a hotel room.
(R&R team leader)
Copy that. A hotel, sir.
Damn it. Boost the transponder
and filter the gain.
[computer beeping]
There, there.
The g.P.S. Signal is strong,
sir. we're closing.
Your processors will tell you
this is painful.
You're gonna
want to react,
but you have to override
the temptation to stop me.
All right, I'm ready.
Just--just do it.
[groaning]
I definitely feel it.
Tom, you're gonna
have to sit still
or I won't be able to do this.
You can't really
feel pain.
Oh, yeah? Ow.
(Normandy)
She's accessing the panel.
How close are you?
Minutes away.
Why didn't you
just shut me off in the car
and deactivate
my tracking device
while I was out?
I can't shut you off, Tom.
That's an encrypted code
that only Normandy
and the R&R team have.
[sighs]
[groaning]
We should be at the hotel
any second, sir.
What's wrong?
I can't get the knife
under it.
Wendy.
(Wendy)
OK, almost.
Set the disablers
to maximum disrupt.
I don't want any screw-ups.
Almost got it.
[whispering]
Almost... Got it!
[computer beeping]
Damn!
(R&R team leader)
Yes, sir, we've lost our
eyes and ears, too,
But the signal is strong.
They're on the move.
Go right on top of them.
We should have a visual.
There.
Hotel right ahead.
Hey, move, move.
That's them. Let's go.
[tires screeching]
Get out of the car, now.
I said
get out of the car, now.
At ease.
Sir, look there.
We got a problem, sir.
Did you apprehend them
or not?
No, sir.
You, OK?
Well, for someone
who's not alive,
I'm doin' great.
One thing's been
botherin' me, though.
What?
Where the hell
did the Joe walker hologram
come from?
Didn't Joe call his
message a transmission?
Yeah.
Well, it sounds to me
like that signal
may have been broadcasting
over and over again
just waiting for the day
the receiver would be able
to receive it.
A signal embedded
with a simultaneous
jamming beacon.
To buy him some time alone
with his creation. huh.
But what's its source?
I think I may know.
[seagulls crying]
[knocking on door]
It doesn't look
like she's home.
Well, just give her a minute,
she's a little hard of hearing
oh, there--there she is.
Hi, Mrs. Walker.
Do you remember me? I worked
with your husband, Joe.
Of course I remember you,
Wendy.
And you, Tom.
How did--
How did you know my name?
Come in. Come in,
you'll see.
[beeping]
Still nothing.
Try it again.
[computer beeps]
The auto shutdown sequence
has been completely corrupted.
Hickox is going to
have a stroke.
Sir, the squad's
reporting in from Wendy
Seymour's apartment.
Her private residence
has been searched and secured.
It doesn't look like
she's been there since this
round of beta testing began.
We did find
something.
Anything useful?
Yes, sir, I'd say so.
A microcam was found mounted
in the smoke alarm.
What? We didn't bug
her apartment.
We have the signal coordinates
of the camera.
Can you lock into that signal
and backtrace the source?
Absolutely.
[dog barking]
I think
we made a mistake.
Here it is.
Found it in the other room.
You pipe down in there,
Mr. cheepers.
We have guests.
Mrs. Walker, um,
I came here
because I needed to--
I know why
you're here, Tom. look.
This photograph was taken
40 years ago.
(Tom)
40 years.
(Sylvia)
That's my husband, Joe,
and that's me.
(Wendy)
What?
What is this?
I don't understand.
You see,
Tom was my husband's
2nd robot, dear.
You were the first.
That is, um...
That is just ridiculous.
Sweetie, I know
this is going to be hard.
Look, with all due respect,
I think that we're--
Joe said I could talk
and talk
until I'm blue in the face,
but that
you'd want proof.
May I?
All right,
open your hand, dear,
like this.
Now, push right here.
You have to
push harder, dear.
Can you feel it?
Yeah, I can feel it,
but it's nothing,
it's a bone spur
or something.
It's the motor control
for the central drive chip
of your hand.
You think
I'm feeling a motor control?
[chuckling]
Look, dear,
I was Joe's assistant
until we married.
I know
what I'm talking about.
You know what,
I think you're right.
I think we're wasting
Our time. I mean,
this was a mistake.
I'm sorry for dragging you
On this wild-- Ow!
What the hell
is wrong with you?
[beeping]
(Sylvia)
Don't be scared.
This can't be happening.
I have lived a whole life.
I have a childhood.
I grew up in New Jersey. I--
Actually, dear,
you're only 10 years old.
Those memories,
that childhood, was mine.
I don't understand,
how can this be?
You were never alone, dear.
I was always watching you
through a camera Joe installed
in your apartment.
In case you broke down.
And that's happened?
Of course, dear.
Then I tended to you.
It doesn't happen
that often with you.
You're an earlier model.
Not quite as complex
as Tom.
The emotions you experience
are simulated.
But Tom here has the potential
for the real thing.
Uh, what do you mean,
Tom has the potential
for the real thing?
Oh, my God, I...
I have so many questions, I...
The answers
to all your questions
are out there.
It's a data interface.
[computer beeping]
(Wendy)
I still can't believe this.
Yeah, well,
welcome to the club.
Are you ready?
[computer beeps]
[whirring]
(walker)
Wendy and Tom,
congratulations, you made it.
Where are we?
Inside a virtual program.
We can interact here.
I don't understand.
How can we interact
if you're dead?
No, Joe walker is dead.
I'm an artificial intelligence
program.
Joe created me
when he realized he was dying.
He wanted me to be here
to answer all your questions.
Sylvia said that I have
potential for real emotion.
What did she mean?
Well, it's a matter
of processor speed.
A high enough react time
makes it possible
and you have been upgraded
to this level.
Otherwise
you wouldn't have been able
to receive my message.
Now you're advanced enough
to be free.
What about glitches?
What if we break down
or fall apart?
Well, that's why
you have each other.
It's up to you.
This is going to be difficult
at first,
but I'm going to help.
Your design, your history,
everything is
going to be downloaded
onto your central drives.
You'll be free.
It's remarkable.
This isn't what
I'd intended, you know?
What?
I started out
trying to make a machine
that would help humanity.
And I wound up with one
that embodies it.
It's remarkable.
(walker)
You ready for the download?
Yes.
Good luck
and hang on to your socks.
Are you OK?
I think so.
We're free.
Free as a bird
without a cage.
(R&R team leader)
Over here, this way.
Nice and easy, Tom.
You get off my property.
Who are you?
Hello, Sylvia.
Edward Normandy.
You get off my property.
Right now,
before I call the police.
Tom, let's do this
the easy way, shall we?
Disable them.
No!
Don't move.
[electricity surging]
Wendy, get up.
We both know
the disabler pulse
is harmless to humans.
Get up.
[electricity surging]
[beeping]
My God!
(Normandy)
Question.
Can an artificial being
experience deja vu?
[electricity surging]
(Normandy)
What's the matter, Tom?
Wendy.
Bit of a mess, isn't she?
Kudos to walker, though.
I had no idea.
What do you think, Tom?
Do robots have a soul?
I'd be interested
in your opinion.
Go to hell.
The answer is no.
They don't.
You don't.
Neither did she.
But if such a thing
did exist,
this--this would be it.
What is it?
For lack of a better term,
it's a personality disk.
It's what makes her
who she is. was.
Flawed piece
of machinery that it is.
Are you going
to rebuild her?
Why rebuild
an old model?
She'll be better used
as parts for newer ones.
This should be the last time
we'll meet like this.
With the integration
of your new processors
and the lack of interference
from Joe walker,
we should have you up
and working for us in no time.
You may find it hard
to believe, Tom,
but I'm truly sorry
for the way it's all happened.
If you're so sorry,
set me free.
We can find a better way
to spend the taxpayer's money
than that, don't you think?
You weren't built for freedom.
[beeping]
You believe walker
was some great humanitarian,
don't you?
We're really
not that different, he and I.
We both wanted
the same thing.
You wanted a weapon.
Is sending an android
into a burning building
to rescue a child
anymore heroic
than sending an android
into a hostile country
on a reconnaissance mission?
Walker's way
protects the individual.
My way protects the masses!
Who's making
more of a contribution?
(woman)
Dr. Normandy,
col. Hickox is here.
It'll all be over soon.
[beeping]
[clicking]
What the hell's going on?
[alarm blaring]
[doors locking]
[alarm blaring]
Unlock this door!
Something's overriding
the system.
Lock down the base!
Do it now!
(woman)
Communications are dead.
Power on all grids reads zero.
(Hickox)
Can't they do something?
What have you got?
Sir, our search turned up
a wire report from
a local Philadelphia paper.
Last night 3 s.E.-6
superconductors were stolen
from boundary microsystems.
Where was this?
Wilkes-barre, Pennsylvania.
That's the Poconos.
One of Tom's memories
is of a trip to that area.
All right, get the specifics.
This might be something.
I don't need the specifics.
I've got them.
Hazelton campgrounds,
Cabin "C."
I went there
on a camping trip
10 years ago.
It's one of my memories.
All clear.
(Tom)
Dr. Normandy.
Welcome to my lab.
I regret the theft
of the superconductors.
It was the only element
I was unable to manufacture.
I assume the theft
of such a specialized item
is what caught your eye
and brought us
all together here today.
The last time I saw you,
you asked me if I had a soul.
Call it what you want,
personality disks, soul...
The point is, you were wrong.
The answer is yes, I do.
Correction. We do.
Let me introduce you
to my wife.
Recently resurrected
and brought back
from the dead.
I rebuilt
and upgraded her
to the fully functional being
that I am.
Knowhow courtesy
of Joe walker.
She's who
she always was.
(Wendy)
You shouldn't experiment
on live puppies, Edward.
'cause they just might
come back and bite you
when they grow up.
Saving humanity from itself
is a pretty noble protocol.
Sounds like a good way
to spend your life.
It's what Joe did,
if you think about it.
By the time you see this,
we'll be well away from here,
somewhere out there.
We plan to find a nice place,
settle down. start a family.
Build some friends
into our lives.
Your reality
will become ours.
From now on,
you'll never know
if the person standing
next to you is really
one of us,
or one of you.
(Tom)
Congratulations, doctor.
You've accomplished
what you set out to do.
You've made one hell
of a contribution.
You're the man
who ushered in the age
of the android.
[cars honking]
(control voice)
If we choose to give birth
to a thinking machine,
We must be prepared
for the day
When our progeny
will demand independence.
Wait, wait. Wait,
you really think
it happened that way?
(Wendy)
I know
it happened that way.
[chuckles]
Are you seriously
telling me that a year
after our wedding,
that's how you remember it,
'cause if it is...
Oh, please.
Not this again.
I gotta set this
straight here.
I'm at the front
of a church, right?
Yeah, and you totally blow
this out of proportion
every single time.
Lisa is cracking up
because, well, you know,
don's taking it
way too seriously,
and--and, well, Jerry,
uh, his eyes are half shut
looking like the poster child
from hangovers anonymous.
And why should
our wedding day be
any different for Jerry?
And they started playing
Here comes the bride.
And I see you way--way down
at the end of the aisle,
right,
you're on your crutches,
and you're just pissed
as hell
because you bought
your $150 pair of shoes
and you can't wear 'em
because you broke your leg.
Hairline fracture,
thank you very much.
I'm still bitter
about those shoes.
And the music's playing,
and out of the blue,
you throw down your crutches
and you're like,
"Screw the orthopedic surgeon,
I am walking down the aisle
If it kills me."
You know not even to mention
that quack's name around me.
That is exactly
how the walk started.
You just keep on buggin' me,
monkey boy,
and you're
gonna be wearing crutches.
You're just...
You're angry
'cause I'm right.
You're wrong. You're...
[sighs]
You OK?
Yeah, yeah.
Sorry, sorry.
[gasps]
Tom, what's wrong?
[panting]
Tom, is it happening again?
Tom, please,
you're scaring me.
[baby crying]
[gasping]
I'm calling Dr. Normandy.
No, no, no. It's OK.
It's OK. It's gone.
Tom, please, I think
we should call Dr. Normandy.
No, Wendy, it's gone.
All right? I'm fine.
[panting]
[crickets chirping]
(walker)
Tommy.
Tommy.
Tommy.
[grunts]
[grunting]
(walker)
Save her, Tommy.
[sighs]
Just leave me alone.
[screams]
Save her, Tommy.
[Tom groaning]
[baby crying]
Tom?
[baby crying]
Tom, what's wrong?
Open the door.
[baby continues crying]
Stop it!
Tom, please!
Please, let me help you.
(walker)
Save her, Tommy.
[screaming]
(Wendy)
What are you doing?
(Wendy)
Tom.
Tom, what's going on?
Please talk to me.
[knocking on door]
Tom, open the door.
Oh, my God.
Tom, please.
Tom, I'm coming in.
(Tom)
Oh, my God.
(control voice)
There is nothing wrong
with your television.
Do not attempt
to adjust the picture.
We are now controlling
the transmission.
We control the horizontal
and the vertical.
We can deluge you
with a thousand channels
Or expand one single image
to crystal clarity
And beyond.
We can shape your vision
To anything our imagination
can conceive.
For the next hour,
We will control
all that you see and hear.
You are about to experience
the awe and mystery
Which reaches from
the deepest inner mind
To The Outer Limits.
(control voice)
Humanity defines itself
By the capacity to think
and feel.
But what happens
When a machine
attains the same abilities?
After the auto shutdown
command failed,
we immediately dispatched
the response & recovery team.
They subdued and powered down
the unit for transport,
in record time,
I might add.
Well, why the hell is he
screaming his head off?
He's been reactivated
so we can run
a thorough diagnostics.
The procedure has
to be done with the unit
fully operational.
[beeping]
[Tom screaming]
(Hickox)
All these glitches
are putting
the entire project
at risk, Edward.
(Normandy)
We're getting it
under control.
(Tom)
Ahhh. Oh, God.
You call this
under control?
(Tom)
What are you doing?
[screaming]
Shut off
that damn racket.
Every time we have to
scramble an R&R team,
this project takes
one giant step closer
to having the plug pulled.
What was it this time?
Flashes of a previous
training exercise.
A fire rescue test.
And last month, it was
a Hazmat cleanup simulation.
For God's sake, Normandy,
these were tests we ran
5 years ago.
They're supposed to be wiped
from his memory.
They were. But there
are still bits and pieces
of the walker virus
running in subroutines
and the metachips
that we haven't been
able to debug.
So the robot's creator
left a virus
in his software.
That doesn't fill me
with confidence, Edward.
Then this will.
The new processors
we're installing
will relay commands
at 7.9 terabytes
per second.
Any bug that walker built in
won't have a react time
fast enough to engage
and will be rendered dormant.
You know, doctor,
I'm from Missouri.
So all that crap
you just spilled out to me
just gives me a headache.
So I'm gonna give it
right back to you,
plain and simple.
You find and fix
these glitches
or computers viruses
or whatever the hell it was
walker slipped in
under your nose,
and do it now.
We're hanging
by a thread.
[Tom groaning]
[computer beeping]
[Tom panting]
Dr. Normandy,
what's happening?
What's wrong
With my arm. Why--
Nothing wrong with your arm.
It's your processors,
actually.
What are you-- What are you
talking about?
Open him up.
(Tom)
What?
No!
[screaming]
No. Please, please.
Please. Stop. Stop, stop!
[groaning]
You can't feel anything, Tom.
Please, please. Stop.
(Normandy)
It's just lines of code
sending binary data
to your drivers,
telling them you should be
reacting this way.
Try to keep still.
Oh, this isn't happening.
[groaning]
This is a nightmare.
You wouldn't know, Tom.
You don't have nightmares,
just like you don't have
actual memories.
Only the ones that were
written into your hard drive.
(assistant)
Disengaging the old processor.
Why are you
doing this to me?
All right, let's prep
the new processors
for insertion.
I'm not a machine.
(Wendy)
Edward.
For God's sake, take him
out of consciousness mode.
(Tom)
Oh, Wendy.
Honey, why are they
doing this to me?
(assistant)
New processor installed.
Is the diagnostic complete?
Yes, sir.
Good. Then pull the plug.
[beeping]
Why are you letting 'em
do this to me?
Wendy. Wendy.
Please.
[machine switching off]
[machine beeping]
Happy?
[helicopter whirring]
Tell me, Wendy,
do you get this attached
to all your appliances?
It's funny, Edward.
In this light you remind me
of a lab-tech I once knew,
who used to perform
unspeakable experiments
on live puppies.
Hmm. I think I know
that experiment.
You see when something
cries out in pain,
or from fear,
most human beings
have a reaction.
Speaking of reactions,
the one having right now
is very encouraging.
It means that
Tom's becoming more
believable all the time.
But, Wendy,
watch the attitude.
You're not working
for Joe walker anymore.
No kidding.
It was much easier
working here
when the project was
about developing androids
to keep human beings
out of harm's way
rather than making assassins
out of them.
They're not assassins.
And no one put a gun
to your head to stay on
after walker left.
You were well compensated
and promoted.
Yes. As the pretend wife
of the billion dollar man.
Wendy, go back to work.
Tom's ready
for a system restart,
and I'm tired
of this conversation.
[dog barking]
[alarm buzzing]
[birds chirping]
Are you staring at me?
[chuckles]
No.
I'm not ready for work.
Hmm.
Well, I am.
I feel great.
Come on.
Oh, no, you don't.
Ow! Tom, it's freezing!
Get lost.
(Tom)
Come on. If I have to work,
you have to work.
So far, so good.
All right, let's get
the surgical theater
reconfigured.
(Tom)
No more minutes.
[laughing]
What's so funny?
This woman had a baby
in the back of a cab.
That's funny? How?
I'm--I'm--I'm getting
to it.
They had the baby
right there in the back
of the cab, right?
And the ambulance comes.
And they're all carted
off to the hospital
and the cabdriver is left
without a fare, a tip,
and I would imagine
a pretty nasty back seat.
That is completely not funny.
No, not--not in
and of itself.
But he had-- He's got--
He's... it's your look.
What look?
The look of, you know,
I bought a $150 pair
of shoes for my wedding
and I--I never got
to wear them
'cause I broke my leg.
Oh, my God, are you
ever gonna let that go?
You guys look
exactly the same here.
Oh, good. Thanks.
Uh, well, it's one
of the best looks
of all time, so...
Actually, you know,
that's something
I've been-- I've been
thinking about a lot recently.
What, my look?
No. Uh, kids.
You've been thinking
about kids?
Yeah, I mean,
we both have good jobs.
We both are well-paid
and we're both extremely
attractive people.
Yes, we are.
So there's no chance
of ugly babies.
I'm serious.
Tom, you know,
now's not the right time.
I mean, what with work
and everything, and--and,
you know, until
the endurance trials are over,
that's something that
we wouldn't even be able
to begin to think about.
Fine.
Promise me,
after the trials, we will.
OK.
OK.
Good. We gotta go.
I'll be right there.
OK.
[machine beeping]
All right, that should do it.
You can stop.
That's it?
I hardly broke a sweat.
Showoff.
When are you gonna
give me a real test,
something I can see these
new and improved genes
really working?
You know, it's funny
you should mention that.
Leg press time.
Let's try 1,200.
Pounds?
(Hickox)
Gene therapy.
I've hated this cover story
from the beginning.
Why? It's very clean.
It explains
his advanced strength
and endurance.
It explains why
we're running tests on him.
He's never questioned it.
Well, doctor,
as you're so fond
of telling me,
he's got 2 brand new
processors inside him
that make his thinking
even more human-like
than before,
so what if he does
start questioning it?
He won't.
He wholeheartedly believes
that he volunteered
for the data testing
of an advanced gene therapy.
He knows that
when the trials are complete,
the results will be used
to form an elite team
of intelligence agents,
for sabotage, espionage,
or whatever's needed.
Everything in that scenario
is true,
except for the gene therapy.
The closer
we stick to the truth,
the less likely
he is to ask questions.
(walker)
Tommy.
[people chattering]
[beeps]
[alarm buzzing]
(walker)
Tommy.
Tommy.
[alarm buzzing]
What is it?
Our signal's being jammed.
(walker)
Tommy!
Who's down here?
(walker)
Tommy. I won't hurt you.
Come to the sound
of my voice.
Who the hell's down here?
Huh?
Where are you?
(walker)
Hello, Tom.
What the hell's goin' on?
What are you-- What are you
doin' in my house?
My name is Joe walker.
And I'm your creator.
This is a holographic
recording, Tom.
You can listen,
but you can't ask questions.
I'm just a projection.
But it's very, very important
that you stay silent
and listen.
Because what I have to say
to you maybe very difficult
for you to accept,
at first.
Go to a mirror,
look at your back.
When you are ready to respond,
this message will continue.
Ready.
Good.
Now prepare yourself, Tom.
This will come as a shock.
Look at your back.
Go ahead.
There's a fine seam
that goes down your spine.
Oh, you can't see it,
but it's there.
Pull the seam open.
Go ahead, pull at your skin.
It's OK, trust me.
Oh, my God.
Impossible.
You're not human, Tom.
I know this is a shock.
You're an A.I. Driven
electromechanical being.
I know. I created you.
[cell phone ringing]
Hello?
Is he there
sleeping with you?
No.
Damn it. Scramble response
and recovery.
How long till I
get my eyes and ears back?
Still trying to detect
the source of the jamming.
I'm gonna go find him.
Tom. Tom.
(walker)
You are at the center
of a massive project
led by Dr. Edward Normandy,
who I'm sure you've been
led to believe, until now,
is your friend.
He's not.
They're testing you, Tom.
You are to become
the government's most
advanced espionage weapon.
You see, they want
to create a being
they can control.
One who thinks he's real.
They can use for
reconnaissance or sabotage,
and if necessary, murder.
(walker)
I know how all this sounds,
Tom. I know it sounds crazy.
Everything I'm telling you
is the truth.
We've pinpointed
the jamming frequency.
We should have picture
back momentarily.
(walker)
The fact that you're
receiving this transmission
means that Normandy has
upgraded your processors
to a highly
sophisticated level.
'cause until now,
this message was like
a dog whistle to you.
[phone ringing]
But not any more.
[whispering]
You're not gonna believe this.
Got it.
I wanted to create
a series of androids
That would, in effect,
take humans out of harm's way
Under the most
dire of circumstances.
Son of a bitch.
A micro-optic hologram.
How can that be?
We've never been able
to debug Tom's
ocular projection software.
We'll have to
try a little harder.
Don't interrupt him,
let's see what he's saying.
(walker)
Imagine being able
to send a rescuer
into a burning building
to save a victim
without endangering
a fire-fighter's life.
Or to storm a house
where hostage negotiations
have failed.
Or to clean up a biological
or chemical hazard
without risking
one single life.
Unfortunately,
the project was militarized
and Normandy,
an old colleague of mine,
Took charge.
Well, I wasn't about
to sit by idly
And watch you become a weapon.
I would assume
that he's broken through
A myriad of glitches
That I've built
into your system.
But that was part
of the plan.
Every time he upgraded you
to eliminate a glitch,
He put you closer
to being able to accept
This transmission.
I think, now you are
capable of autonomy,
And it's vital that
you get away from here.
Eyes and ears are not the only
way to keep tabs on you.
You've got a g.P.S. Tracker
embedded in the back
of your head.
I just jammed the signal.
[beeps]
Get that signal back!
It'll take them
about 15 minutes
to get back on-line.
You've got a head start.
Get away from here
as fast as you can.
And get that tracker
out of your head.
R&r team.
(R&R team leader)
Copy that. E.T.A. 6 minutes.
Be careful who you trust.
Tom.
Everything he said
is the truth.
What the hell is she doing?
I know. I've known all along.
We're not married.
And everything
you think you remember
was downloaded into you.
What the hell
is she doing?
I can't stand to see
What Normandy's trying
to make you into.
I loved Joe
like a father.
This just can't
go on anymore.
You have to leave.
They can see
and hear everything,
and they're on their way.
Please, Tommy,
you have to trust me.
OK.
OK, close your eyes.
We've lost visuals.
She's taking him.
She can't just take him!
Follow me.
Recovery now includes
both Tom and Wendy Seymour.
(R&R team leader)
Copy. E.T.A. 4 minutes.
(Wendy)
Here, put these on.
♪ ♪ [music playing
on headphones]
What the hell is that?
That is the sound of escape.
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪ [music playing
on headphones]
All right,
open your eyes.
Be careful,
because they can see
and hear everything.
Their audio and visual
capabilities are tied
into the g.P.S. module
in your head.
Look, Joe bought us
some time,
but they've probably
got it back up
and running by now.
I've got to get
that module out of you
or they'll be able
to track us wherever we go.
They can see us right now?
Yeah.
He's opened his eyes.
They're in a hotel room.
(R&R team leader)
Copy that. A hotel, sir.
Damn it. Boost the transponder
and filter the gain.
[computer beeping]
There, there.
The g.P.S. Signal is strong,
sir. we're closing.
Your processors will tell you
this is painful.
You're gonna
want to react,
but you have to override
the temptation to stop me.
All right, I'm ready.
Just--just do it.
[groaning]
I definitely feel it.
Tom, you're gonna
have to sit still
or I won't be able to do this.
You can't really
feel pain.
Oh, yeah? Ow.
(Normandy)
She's accessing the panel.
How close are you?
Minutes away.
Why didn't you
just shut me off in the car
and deactivate
my tracking device
while I was out?
I can't shut you off, Tom.
That's an encrypted code
that only Normandy
and the R&R team have.
[sighs]
[groaning]
We should be at the hotel
any second, sir.
What's wrong?
I can't get the knife
under it.
Wendy.
(Wendy)
OK, almost.
Set the disablers
to maximum disrupt.
I don't want any screw-ups.
Almost got it.
[whispering]
Almost... Got it!
[computer beeping]
Damn!
(R&R team leader)
Yes, sir, we've lost our
eyes and ears, too,
But the signal is strong.
They're on the move.
Go right on top of them.
We should have a visual.
There.
Hotel right ahead.
Hey, move, move.
That's them. Let's go.
[tires screeching]
Get out of the car, now.
I said
get out of the car, now.
At ease.
Sir, look there.
We got a problem, sir.
Did you apprehend them
or not?
No, sir.
You, OK?
Well, for someone
who's not alive,
I'm doin' great.
One thing's been
botherin' me, though.
What?
Where the hell
did the Joe walker hologram
come from?
Didn't Joe call his
message a transmission?
Yeah.
Well, it sounds to me
like that signal
may have been broadcasting
over and over again
just waiting for the day
the receiver would be able
to receive it.
A signal embedded
with a simultaneous
jamming beacon.
To buy him some time alone
with his creation. huh.
But what's its source?
I think I may know.
[seagulls crying]
[knocking on door]
It doesn't look
like she's home.
Well, just give her a minute,
she's a little hard of hearing
oh, there--there she is.
Hi, Mrs. Walker.
Do you remember me? I worked
with your husband, Joe.
Of course I remember you,
Wendy.
And you, Tom.
How did--
How did you know my name?
Come in. Come in,
you'll see.
[beeping]
Still nothing.
Try it again.
[computer beeps]
The auto shutdown sequence
has been completely corrupted.
Hickox is going to
have a stroke.
Sir, the squad's
reporting in from Wendy
Seymour's apartment.
Her private residence
has been searched and secured.
It doesn't look like
she's been there since this
round of beta testing began.
We did find
something.
Anything useful?
Yes, sir, I'd say so.
A microcam was found mounted
in the smoke alarm.
What? We didn't bug
her apartment.
We have the signal coordinates
of the camera.
Can you lock into that signal
and backtrace the source?
Absolutely.
[dog barking]
I think
we made a mistake.
Here it is.
Found it in the other room.
You pipe down in there,
Mr. cheepers.
We have guests.
Mrs. Walker, um,
I came here
because I needed to--
I know why
you're here, Tom. look.
This photograph was taken
40 years ago.
(Tom)
40 years.
(Sylvia)
That's my husband, Joe,
and that's me.
(Wendy)
What?
What is this?
I don't understand.
You see,
Tom was my husband's
2nd robot, dear.
You were the first.
That is, um...
That is just ridiculous.
Sweetie, I know
this is going to be hard.
Look, with all due respect,
I think that we're--
Joe said I could talk
and talk
until I'm blue in the face,
but that
you'd want proof.
May I?
All right,
open your hand, dear,
like this.
Now, push right here.
You have to
push harder, dear.
Can you feel it?
Yeah, I can feel it,
but it's nothing,
it's a bone spur
or something.
It's the motor control
for the central drive chip
of your hand.
You think
I'm feeling a motor control?
[chuckling]
Look, dear,
I was Joe's assistant
until we married.
I know
what I'm talking about.
You know what,
I think you're right.
I think we're wasting
Our time. I mean,
this was a mistake.
I'm sorry for dragging you
On this wild-- Ow!
What the hell
is wrong with you?
[beeping]
(Sylvia)
Don't be scared.
This can't be happening.
I have lived a whole life.
I have a childhood.
I grew up in New Jersey. I--
Actually, dear,
you're only 10 years old.
Those memories,
that childhood, was mine.
I don't understand,
how can this be?
You were never alone, dear.
I was always watching you
through a camera Joe installed
in your apartment.
In case you broke down.
And that's happened?
Of course, dear.
Then I tended to you.
It doesn't happen
that often with you.
You're an earlier model.
Not quite as complex
as Tom.
The emotions you experience
are simulated.
But Tom here has the potential
for the real thing.
Uh, what do you mean,
Tom has the potential
for the real thing?
Oh, my God, I...
I have so many questions, I...
The answers
to all your questions
are out there.
It's a data interface.
[computer beeping]
(Wendy)
I still can't believe this.
Yeah, well,
welcome to the club.
Are you ready?
[computer beeps]
[whirring]
(walker)
Wendy and Tom,
congratulations, you made it.
Where are we?
Inside a virtual program.
We can interact here.
I don't understand.
How can we interact
if you're dead?
No, Joe walker is dead.
I'm an artificial intelligence
program.
Joe created me
when he realized he was dying.
He wanted me to be here
to answer all your questions.
Sylvia said that I have
potential for real emotion.
What did she mean?
Well, it's a matter
of processor speed.
A high enough react time
makes it possible
and you have been upgraded
to this level.
Otherwise
you wouldn't have been able
to receive my message.
Now you're advanced enough
to be free.
What about glitches?
What if we break down
or fall apart?
Well, that's why
you have each other.
It's up to you.
This is going to be difficult
at first,
but I'm going to help.
Your design, your history,
everything is
going to be downloaded
onto your central drives.
You'll be free.
It's remarkable.
This isn't what
I'd intended, you know?
What?
I started out
trying to make a machine
that would help humanity.
And I wound up with one
that embodies it.
It's remarkable.
(walker)
You ready for the download?
Yes.
Good luck
and hang on to your socks.
Are you OK?
I think so.
We're free.
Free as a bird
without a cage.
(R&R team leader)
Over here, this way.
Nice and easy, Tom.
You get off my property.
Who are you?
Hello, Sylvia.
Edward Normandy.
You get off my property.
Right now,
before I call the police.
Tom, let's do this
the easy way, shall we?
Disable them.
No!
Don't move.
[electricity surging]
Wendy, get up.
We both know
the disabler pulse
is harmless to humans.
Get up.
[electricity surging]
[beeping]
My God!
(Normandy)
Question.
Can an artificial being
experience deja vu?
[electricity surging]
(Normandy)
What's the matter, Tom?
Wendy.
Bit of a mess, isn't she?
Kudos to walker, though.
I had no idea.
What do you think, Tom?
Do robots have a soul?
I'd be interested
in your opinion.
Go to hell.
The answer is no.
They don't.
You don't.
Neither did she.
But if such a thing
did exist,
this--this would be it.
What is it?
For lack of a better term,
it's a personality disk.
It's what makes her
who she is. was.
Flawed piece
of machinery that it is.
Are you going
to rebuild her?
Why rebuild
an old model?
She'll be better used
as parts for newer ones.
This should be the last time
we'll meet like this.
With the integration
of your new processors
and the lack of interference
from Joe walker,
we should have you up
and working for us in no time.
You may find it hard
to believe, Tom,
but I'm truly sorry
for the way it's all happened.
If you're so sorry,
set me free.
We can find a better way
to spend the taxpayer's money
than that, don't you think?
You weren't built for freedom.
[beeping]
You believe walker
was some great humanitarian,
don't you?
We're really
not that different, he and I.
We both wanted
the same thing.
You wanted a weapon.
Is sending an android
into a burning building
to rescue a child
anymore heroic
than sending an android
into a hostile country
on a reconnaissance mission?
Walker's way
protects the individual.
My way protects the masses!
Who's making
more of a contribution?
(woman)
Dr. Normandy,
col. Hickox is here.
It'll all be over soon.
[beeping]
[clicking]
What the hell's going on?
[alarm blaring]
[doors locking]
[alarm blaring]
Unlock this door!
Something's overriding
the system.
Lock down the base!
Do it now!
(woman)
Communications are dead.
Power on all grids reads zero.
(Hickox)
Can't they do something?
What have you got?
Sir, our search turned up
a wire report from
a local Philadelphia paper.
Last night 3 s.E.-6
superconductors were stolen
from boundary microsystems.
Where was this?
Wilkes-barre, Pennsylvania.
That's the Poconos.
One of Tom's memories
is of a trip to that area.
All right, get the specifics.
This might be something.
I don't need the specifics.
I've got them.
Hazelton campgrounds,
Cabin "C."
I went there
on a camping trip
10 years ago.
It's one of my memories.
All clear.
(Tom)
Dr. Normandy.
Welcome to my lab.
I regret the theft
of the superconductors.
It was the only element
I was unable to manufacture.
I assume the theft
of such a specialized item
is what caught your eye
and brought us
all together here today.
The last time I saw you,
you asked me if I had a soul.
Call it what you want,
personality disks, soul...
The point is, you were wrong.
The answer is yes, I do.
Correction. We do.
Let me introduce you
to my wife.
Recently resurrected
and brought back
from the dead.
I rebuilt
and upgraded her
to the fully functional being
that I am.
Knowhow courtesy
of Joe walker.
She's who
she always was.
(Wendy)
You shouldn't experiment
on live puppies, Edward.
'cause they just might
come back and bite you
when they grow up.
Saving humanity from itself
is a pretty noble protocol.
Sounds like a good way
to spend your life.
It's what Joe did,
if you think about it.
By the time you see this,
we'll be well away from here,
somewhere out there.
We plan to find a nice place,
settle down. start a family.
Build some friends
into our lives.
Your reality
will become ours.
From now on,
you'll never know
if the person standing
next to you is really
one of us,
or one of you.
(Tom)
Congratulations, doctor.
You've accomplished
what you set out to do.
You've made one hell
of a contribution.
You're the man
who ushered in the age
of the android.
[cars honking]
(control voice)
If we choose to give birth
to a thinking machine,
We must be prepared
for the day
When our progeny
will demand independence.