Upload (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Welcome Back, Mr. Brown - full transcript
While living with Ingrid, Nathan searches for Nora, who has fled off the grid
His vitals are dropping.
We're losing him.
We really want to upload.
We could be together forever.
You are so amazing,
but forever is just,
like, so long.
Can we just hit the "pause"
button here for a second?
[screaming]
Hello, Nathan. Welcome to
Lakeview, you lucky duck.
- Yeah.
- [Nora] This is the first day
of the rest of your afterlife.
[grunts]
[screams]
Quack, quack.
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop.
Ew!
Anytime you need me,
I'll be here for you.
- Ow, ow, ow, ow.
- Cute.
[Nora] He might be a good guy.
You know, for an L.A. douchebag,
you're the best L.A. douchebag
I've ever met.
- What did you do?
- My friend and I are making
an app, it's called...
You're blanking on the name
of your own app?
Why are my memories deleted?
Did you cut some kind of deal
to push me out, so you could
- sell the company to Freeyond?
- That code that you made,
we would be willing to pay
a significant amount
for just a copy.
So you got murdered.
I was in a car accident.
[laughs] Sure.
You just threatened
a $600-billion-a-year industry
- and no one murdered you.
- [Nora] He sold his dream
for money and then got
murdered to cover it up.
- Help me!
- I have some friends
that are big in
the Ludd movement.
I can hide you in the mountains
in a house completely
off the grid.
Car, Poconos.
Ingrid?
I'm here now.
I uploaded.
- For you.
- What?!
[echoes] Nathan?!
♪ ♪
[reporter] The consciousness
of an uploaded pigeon
has been successfully
downloaded into
a new clone pigeon, say
researchers at Panera-U Penn,
admitting they should have
started with a pigeon,
not a human in the first place.
Enthusiasm is still high
for the big Freeyond opening
this week with long lines
at all eight
Philadelphia locations.
Want the romantic
weekend package?
Comes with hot water
and a squirt of bubble bath.
Hey, I'll take that.
Just another 500.
[chuckles] Ouch.
You want to say bye to Byron?
Oh, God no.
Do we really need
these head condoms?
Yeah, if you don't want
to be face ID'd by a drone.
[exhales]
Um, actually, wait.
♪ ♪
Ghost boyfriend
still ghosting you?
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
♪ ♪
Car, go another mile
and return to New York.
[car] Yes, Mr. Patakoupolis.
Mr. Patakoupolis?
[birds chirping]
Keep up, city girl.
Take a deep breath.
Fresh air, trees.
It's like Lakeview, only real.
Come on.
Remember, no tech allowed
where we're going.
They'll take that phone of yours
and melt it into something
useful, like a chess piece
or a scrunchie.
[coughing]
When was the last time
you saw a doctor, Dad?
I screen-chatted with GoogleMD.
It was very hopeful.
Then I started getting
these ads for funeral homes.
- And I was like...
- Dad!
It's okay. He's one of us.
Tech?
I sold my last bit
off this morning.
Uh-huh.
You?
I left my phone in the car.
No, I-I can manage it.
We're another
two hours out, Dave.
Come on.
- [Dave wheezes]
- Like, walking?
Like, two hours walking?
♪ ♪
[alert beeping]
Ms. Kannerman?
I am not your regular angel.
She's running
a tiny bit late this morning.
But I am filling in
as best I can.
Oh, no, is it a little stressful
for you today?
Spare me... I'm dead, okay?
- I win.
- Of course...
- [alert beeping]
- I'm sorry,
I have to put you on hold.
Yes?
[Luke] Hey, is there some trick
to getting out of the chimney?
[groans]
I got bored, I missed Nathan.
Come on!
Thank you.
Do not call me again... I'm busy.
Angel?
You said do call you or don't...?
- Don't!
- Okay, yeah, right.
Okay, well, I got it.
[exhales] Angel...
hair pasta.
Hey, what are you doing here?
I was just saying
my favorite pasta is an...
- Oh, now I see what happened.
- [screams]
Ow!
I deserve that.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[chickens clucking]
That's gonna be you.
Oh, thank God.
Noni, I'm gonna crash.
[coughs]
Why don't you have
a look around?
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
Do you reject technology
and all its empty promises?
[crowd] We do!
You may receive the dirt.
Dirt for simplicity.
Dirt, which destroys
the computer chips.
Technology is sin.
What grosses you out more?
The religious part
or the sexism?
Oh, I think you're
misinterpreting my look.
I can't wait to be
a part of this...
patriarchal,
backwoods creep show.
Yeah.
That's just Pastor Rob.
But Ludds are not all like that.
Wow. Are those unprinted?
[scoffs] Of course.
I had a window box back home,
but my Monsanto seeds
didn't grow much without a code.
Yeah, our seeds are heirloom,
from before the monopoly.
I'm Matteo.
It's like Matt except I got
beat up a lot as a kid.
Nora.
This all seems a little much.
How do you deal
with the whackjobs in charge?
Well, you probably don't have
to think about this in the city,
but out here, we have
to plant, grow, gather, cook.
So... I'm just thinking
about food 24-7.
Yeah, even in the city
I think about food 24-7.
- [man] That's right!
- [man 2] Mission accomplished.
[laughter]
Hey, Chris, what'd you hit?
Freeyond!
Blew the demo
to hell on a livestream.
No grand opening now. [laughs]
Wait, why pick on Freeyond?
They're the good guys.
Yeah, uh...
most of us are in favor
of universal digital afterlife.
Pastor Rob hates all upload.
I got to talk to him
'cause this is bullshit.
We're supposed to vote
on stuff like this.
Phantom phone.
You get over it.
All right, tech junkie.
Here's where you learn
how to smell the roses again.
[Rejoyce] Any more questions?
Oh, and no, we don't do phones,
but that doesn't mean
you can't communicate
with your loved ones.
Oh, have you ever seen
one of these?
- It's an envelope.
- [person] What is that?
It's how your ancestors
got spam.
[laughter]
Hand in your letters Friday
evening and one of us will
mail them
in Tannersville next day.
Oh, oh, good.
Everybody, this is Matteo,
one of our community leaders.
Please give him a warm welcome.
[crowd clapping]
Thanks. Hi.
So, uh, I know you're
probably wondering
what type of whackjobs
run this place.
[laughter]
Well, I am one of them.
I'm from Oakland.
So I've seen what Big Tech
can do to small communities.
Worse, what it can do
to the planet.
Distribute lies, guzzle carbon,
sow discord,
make the rich richer.
And it tries
to suppress the working class,
which I believe is probably
all of us in this room.
So you've come
to the right place.
A very special place.
I'm really happy you're here.
This is gonna be...
[Nora] ...a whole new
chapter in your lives.
So, welcome, I'm Nora.
Don't worry,
I'm here to guide you.
I've only been here
a few weeks myself,
but I feel like
I've been here my whole life.
No, we don't do phones
or other tech,
but you can still keep
in touch with your loved ones
using an ancient magic.
This, newbies,
is an envelope.
That's right, Nora.
It's how our grandparents paid
- the fax bill.
- [laughter]
Hey, that was my line.
But, anyway, write your letters
by Friday and we can
put them in the mail
by the following Monday.
And this is Matteo.
A community leader
that isn't afraid
to get his hands dirty.
Or make sassy comments.
- I am not sassy.
- He said sassily.
[laughter]
Uh, nice to meet you guys.
♪ ♪
[elevator bell dings]
[giggling]
Oh, Nathan Brown is back
from 2Gigs!
- [clangs]
- Welcome back, Mr. Brown!
So there will be two guests
from now on in our suite,
10556, which means
double everything.
- Two sinks.
- Of course.
There are already two sinks;
would you like four sinks?
No, that's ridiculous.
Two beds, as well?
- Oh, my God, you're a moron.
- Just...
Let me speak to a manager.
Very well. Hup.
What seems to be the problem?
- Angel?
- [sighs] Yes?
Where's Nora?
You tell me. It's been weeks
since she disappeared
without saying boo.
- "Weeks"? I've been
frozen in 2Gig.
- Yes.
Ingrid must have left me there.
I need to talk to Nora.
Well, Horizen is saying
she's on a leave of absence.
I call and call,
she doesn't pick up the phone.
Oh, shit, that's not good.
No, it is not good.
Now I have all of her old
clients on top of my own.
Including one extremely
difficult Karen.
- [Ingrid] Oh, there you are.
- Mm-hmm.
Please adjust the temperature
of our room
to Mediterranean summer evening,
then lay out rose petals on the
bed but in the shape of a rose,
not a heart...
That's very important.
Hello, hi, hi, right here.
Are you taking notes
in there or...?
Got it. So a rose, extra thorns.
Can you believe this bitch?
Don't complain.
They are recording.
Well, I'm just saying
how many pairs
of shoes does one upload need?
- Ingrid Kannerman is
a lovely woman.
- Aleesha!
My office.
Now, please.
Why didn't you wake
me up sooner?
'Cause I needed time
to redecorate.
I was frozen for two weeks.
Babe, that's how long it took
to program our special bed.
It's the width of a king,
but the length of a queen.
What? Why would anyone want...?
No, no, no, no.
Stop stalling. What do you know?
Know? [stammers]
- I don't know anything.
- Last time I saw you,
you said you needed to
own my scan
to protect me.
Protect me from who?
Oh, my God, you are
so obsessed with this
"being murdered" thing.
Wouldn't you be?!
If I cared about my own life
more than this relationship,
would I have uploaded for you?
I didn't ask you to do that.
I gave up my friends, my future.
Not to mention a body
I worked really hard for.
Oh, your body's the same.
No, it is not! How dare you!
I was so much more slammin'
in so many different places.
And I think you know it.
I mean, don't even talk to me
about my shoulder blades.
They are insanely flat.
- I can't do this
right now, so...
- Was it something I said?
- Yes.
- Babe?
- Okay. Yeah.
- Let me know
if you need anything.
[exhales]
Call Nora.
[phone blipping]
Oh, please, pick up,
pick up, pick up, pick up.
[groans]
[sighs]
You are such a piece of shit.
- [Ingrid] Excuse me?
- Not you!
Okay.
I'll be right back.
Okay, before you say anything,
this new client Ingrid Kannerman
is a total headcase.
Ingrid is what we call
"an elite customer."
And when you pay that kind
of money, Leeshy...
Aleesha. Is that why I don't
have access to her settings?
I can't put her
to sleep or anything.
And, trust, if I could,
she'd wake up once a year.
Have you seen the crystal
thigh-highs she wears?
10K per boot.
- Damn!
- Yep.
So...
- Okay.
- ...I'm giving you a promotion.
How is this even fair?
Wait, what?
Mm-hmm, to junior manager.
Did I just get a promotion
by complaining?
I'm actually shutting you up
with more money.
And you can hire
a temp to help you.
Wow. Thank you.
- You're welcome. Yeah.
- Thank you, Lucy.
I will do a great job.
- Yes, you will.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Mimosa, Nathan?
- No.
Okay.
You like my new face, right?
You think I should reinstall
my old face?
- No.
- Hmm.
My nose was so pointy.
Like, like Hedy Lamarr
- in the Ziegfeld Girl.
- Nathan, I got a mimosa
for you, buddy.
- No!
- Try it... okay.
[Nathan] Nora Antony.
[phone blipping]
Boo!
Hey...
You're back! Oh, my God!
- Yep.
- I really missed you, man.
It's been 24-7 History Channel
without you.
Hey, how was it down there?
Was it scary?
Did you eat the slop?
I told Mildred you were probably
eating the slop.
I was literally frozen
the entire time.
Uh, I-I got to go.
I got to make a call, okay?
I shouldn't have
brought up the slop.
Schvitz Bath.
Yeah, no one's looking
for me in here.
For God sakes!
I've been trapped
in there since the update!
I'm so hungry!
Uh, somebody, uh...
bring me a tongue sandwich
and some rice pudding!
[door closes]
Nora, where are you?
[laughing]
- Nora, let's go.
- Huh? Wait, really?
- I got to get
to Falafel Halal.
- I want to keep playing!
Girl, those chickpea balls
are not gonna fry themselves.
- That's cute.
- [Nora] Okay.
Shit.
Sorry, Nora.
Okay.
I used to have
a gym membership, too.
Dick.
Maybe just edit this down
to a quarter star.
That's better.
[cop] Hey, Bladerunner?
Caught any killer toasters
lately?
Ha ha. Look at this case.
Guy minding his own business,
next thing you know he gets
pulped in a smart elevator.
Everything's got AI now.
Piss off your toaster,
it could blow up your car.
Accident? Hmm.
Maybe, maybe not.
Morning, temp.
How do you pronounce your name?
- Uh, Tinsley.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I-I really need this job.
But I don't have any experience.
Okay, so basically you lied
on your résumé.
No, no, no, I wouldn't do...
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
I did the same thing
when I first started.
We gonna get along just fine.
I'm so excited! That's cool.
- Your jacket can go
in a locker.
- Okay.
And leave it there,
'cause I don't like it.
- The j...? This jacket?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, okay.
- I hate it.
I just, I've had this
for a really long time.
I know, but you got a job now.
Buy a new one.
Well, yeah, yeah.
I don't need it. It's fine.
But stand up for yourself.
Okay, so I...?
So the jacket...?
- No jacket?
- [sighs] My God,
just forget it.
Okay, well, um... thank you.
- [cow lowing]
- [Nora] Oh, my God.
What?
The motherlode, I can feel it.
- Here, let me help you.
- No way! I called it.
What do you mean you called...?
You can't call it.
What is it, second grade?
- Get out of here!
- It's mine!
No, it's not, it's ours.
Am I alone here?
In feeling something?
No.
I don't know.
Uh... there's just...
kind of somebody back home.
At least I think there is.
You seem less
than sure about it.
Well, when you do feel sure,
I'll be here.
In the garden.
You know, digging up
giant potatoes.
Thanks.
[door opens]
It's still crooked. [groans]
Wow. More Ingrids.
You like it?
What's not to like?
[chuckles]
And where have you been?
Oh, the gym.
Oh, Nathan's like a pro athlete
since he defrosted.
He works out hours a day.
Wow, why doesn't he just become
best friends with the gym?
Oh, wait, he can't.
Because he doesn't care
about anyone.
I was gonna head
back there again actually.
- Hey, you just got here.
- Babe, you just got here.
I forgot the calves, so...
You know what,
they do look pretty shrimpy.
Pathetic, really.
Do you want to come?
Yes! I can... Yes!
Absolutely.
Hup!
- Baby... Oh, my God!
- Look alive! Look alive!
[door opens, closes]
Okay, looks like it's just us,
Grandmama.
I know, I know, okay? I'm sorry.
- I've been a shitty friend.
- Oh, you think?
Got something to show you.
You do?
This is just sad.
Oh, okay, just listen to me.
A lot happened
while I was in 2Gig, okay?
I was on the phone with Nora,
trying to apologize.
Someone broke
into her apartment.
- Oh, my God!
- Tried to stab her.
- Oh, no!
- I know, I had to take him out.
I'm sorry, what?
I mean, it was self-defense.
But still, don't tell anybody.
[laughs] Of-of course not!
My God!
I just,
I have so many questions.
Yeah, so do I.
Who's this guy?
Oh... [sputters]
Just some guy she met on Nitely.
Okay, now I worry.
It's been a month.
No clues.
What if they found her?
Or she moved on.
Hey, who am I kidding, like she
could just move on from you.
So how are things with Ingrid?
- Mm. Ingrid, yeah.
- She's hot.
She uploaded for me.
Fuck, man.
It's like every girl
who likes you winds up dead.
Well, it's lunch in ten minutes.
I'm gonna go freshen up.
Uh, hey, you know what, I'm
actually gonna check something.
- Uh, one sec.
- Oh.
[automated voice] Choose
your avatar.
[exhales]
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can we talk?
Yeah.
[sniffs]
[clears throat]
I probably freaked you out.
By showing up here.
It was...
I guess, impulsive.
And maybe a little controlling.
And I'm sorry.
Before I got here,
did you... meet anyone?
Did you fall in love
with another upload?
Kind of.
I had feelings for someone.
But...
it's over.
Ow. [chuckles]
Please, please don't scream.
I'm not gonna scream,
I'm not gonna scream.
[laughs]
I mean, I figured as much.
[sniffles]
You're great.
A lot of people are
gonna love you.
Just not as much as me.
- You uploaded for me.
- Yeah, I did.
I know that you changed
since coming here,
but I can, too.
You'll see.
I'm gonna earn your love back.
Okay?
I'm here now.
And I'm here to love you,
I'm not the bad guy.
And neither are you.
♪ ♪
[smooching]
[sniffles]
Nora Antony.
[phone blipping]
Want a drink?
Hey, it's...
it's me again, um...
God, I really don't want
to say this on the phone.
I've wanted so badly to say it
back to you that day, Nora.
I love you, too.
You're smart.
You're funny.
You're beautiful, you...
you always see
the best in people.
I didn't deserve
someone like that.
Still don't.
Now I need to accept that...
you don't want to talk
to me anymore.
I'm sorry for getting you
into this mess.
Wherever you are,
I hope you're safe.
Goodbye, Angel.
Phantom ping.
I haven't had
one of those in ages.
♪ ♪
{an8}♪ ♪
{an8}♪ ♪
{an8}♪ ♪
We're losing him.
We really want to upload.
We could be together forever.
You are so amazing,
but forever is just,
like, so long.
Can we just hit the "pause"
button here for a second?
[screaming]
Hello, Nathan. Welcome to
Lakeview, you lucky duck.
- Yeah.
- [Nora] This is the first day
of the rest of your afterlife.
[grunts]
[screams]
Quack, quack.
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop.
Ew!
Anytime you need me,
I'll be here for you.
- Ow, ow, ow, ow.
- Cute.
[Nora] He might be a good guy.
You know, for an L.A. douchebag,
you're the best L.A. douchebag
I've ever met.
- What did you do?
- My friend and I are making
an app, it's called...
You're blanking on the name
of your own app?
Why are my memories deleted?
Did you cut some kind of deal
to push me out, so you could
- sell the company to Freeyond?
- That code that you made,
we would be willing to pay
a significant amount
for just a copy.
So you got murdered.
I was in a car accident.
[laughs] Sure.
You just threatened
a $600-billion-a-year industry
- and no one murdered you.
- [Nora] He sold his dream
for money and then got
murdered to cover it up.
- Help me!
- I have some friends
that are big in
the Ludd movement.
I can hide you in the mountains
in a house completely
off the grid.
Car, Poconos.
Ingrid?
I'm here now.
I uploaded.
- For you.
- What?!
[echoes] Nathan?!
♪ ♪
[reporter] The consciousness
of an uploaded pigeon
has been successfully
downloaded into
a new clone pigeon, say
researchers at Panera-U Penn,
admitting they should have
started with a pigeon,
not a human in the first place.
Enthusiasm is still high
for the big Freeyond opening
this week with long lines
at all eight
Philadelphia locations.
Want the romantic
weekend package?
Comes with hot water
and a squirt of bubble bath.
Hey, I'll take that.
Just another 500.
[chuckles] Ouch.
You want to say bye to Byron?
Oh, God no.
Do we really need
these head condoms?
Yeah, if you don't want
to be face ID'd by a drone.
[exhales]
Um, actually, wait.
♪ ♪
Ghost boyfriend
still ghosting you?
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
♪ ♪
Car, go another mile
and return to New York.
[car] Yes, Mr. Patakoupolis.
Mr. Patakoupolis?
[birds chirping]
Keep up, city girl.
Take a deep breath.
Fresh air, trees.
It's like Lakeview, only real.
Come on.
Remember, no tech allowed
where we're going.
They'll take that phone of yours
and melt it into something
useful, like a chess piece
or a scrunchie.
[coughing]
When was the last time
you saw a doctor, Dad?
I screen-chatted with GoogleMD.
It was very hopeful.
Then I started getting
these ads for funeral homes.
- And I was like...
- Dad!
It's okay. He's one of us.
Tech?
I sold my last bit
off this morning.
Uh-huh.
You?
I left my phone in the car.
No, I-I can manage it.
We're another
two hours out, Dave.
Come on.
- [Dave wheezes]
- Like, walking?
Like, two hours walking?
♪ ♪
[alert beeping]
Ms. Kannerman?
I am not your regular angel.
She's running
a tiny bit late this morning.
But I am filling in
as best I can.
Oh, no, is it a little stressful
for you today?
Spare me... I'm dead, okay?
- I win.
- Of course...
- [alert beeping]
- I'm sorry,
I have to put you on hold.
Yes?
[Luke] Hey, is there some trick
to getting out of the chimney?
[groans]
I got bored, I missed Nathan.
Come on!
Thank you.
Do not call me again... I'm busy.
Angel?
You said do call you or don't...?
- Don't!
- Okay, yeah, right.
Okay, well, I got it.
[exhales] Angel...
hair pasta.
Hey, what are you doing here?
I was just saying
my favorite pasta is an...
- Oh, now I see what happened.
- [screams]
Ow!
I deserve that.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[chickens clucking]
That's gonna be you.
Oh, thank God.
Noni, I'm gonna crash.
[coughs]
Why don't you have
a look around?
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
Do you reject technology
and all its empty promises?
[crowd] We do!
You may receive the dirt.
Dirt for simplicity.
Dirt, which destroys
the computer chips.
Technology is sin.
What grosses you out more?
The religious part
or the sexism?
Oh, I think you're
misinterpreting my look.
I can't wait to be
a part of this...
patriarchal,
backwoods creep show.
Yeah.
That's just Pastor Rob.
But Ludds are not all like that.
Wow. Are those unprinted?
[scoffs] Of course.
I had a window box back home,
but my Monsanto seeds
didn't grow much without a code.
Yeah, our seeds are heirloom,
from before the monopoly.
I'm Matteo.
It's like Matt except I got
beat up a lot as a kid.
Nora.
This all seems a little much.
How do you deal
with the whackjobs in charge?
Well, you probably don't have
to think about this in the city,
but out here, we have
to plant, grow, gather, cook.
So... I'm just thinking
about food 24-7.
Yeah, even in the city
I think about food 24-7.
- [man] That's right!
- [man 2] Mission accomplished.
[laughter]
Hey, Chris, what'd you hit?
Freeyond!
Blew the demo
to hell on a livestream.
No grand opening now. [laughs]
Wait, why pick on Freeyond?
They're the good guys.
Yeah, uh...
most of us are in favor
of universal digital afterlife.
Pastor Rob hates all upload.
I got to talk to him
'cause this is bullshit.
We're supposed to vote
on stuff like this.
Phantom phone.
You get over it.
All right, tech junkie.
Here's where you learn
how to smell the roses again.
[Rejoyce] Any more questions?
Oh, and no, we don't do phones,
but that doesn't mean
you can't communicate
with your loved ones.
Oh, have you ever seen
one of these?
- It's an envelope.
- [person] What is that?
It's how your ancestors
got spam.
[laughter]
Hand in your letters Friday
evening and one of us will
mail them
in Tannersville next day.
Oh, oh, good.
Everybody, this is Matteo,
one of our community leaders.
Please give him a warm welcome.
[crowd clapping]
Thanks. Hi.
So, uh, I know you're
probably wondering
what type of whackjobs
run this place.
[laughter]
Well, I am one of them.
I'm from Oakland.
So I've seen what Big Tech
can do to small communities.
Worse, what it can do
to the planet.
Distribute lies, guzzle carbon,
sow discord,
make the rich richer.
And it tries
to suppress the working class,
which I believe is probably
all of us in this room.
So you've come
to the right place.
A very special place.
I'm really happy you're here.
This is gonna be...
[Nora] ...a whole new
chapter in your lives.
So, welcome, I'm Nora.
Don't worry,
I'm here to guide you.
I've only been here
a few weeks myself,
but I feel like
I've been here my whole life.
No, we don't do phones
or other tech,
but you can still keep
in touch with your loved ones
using an ancient magic.
This, newbies,
is an envelope.
That's right, Nora.
It's how our grandparents paid
- the fax bill.
- [laughter]
Hey, that was my line.
But, anyway, write your letters
by Friday and we can
put them in the mail
by the following Monday.
And this is Matteo.
A community leader
that isn't afraid
to get his hands dirty.
Or make sassy comments.
- I am not sassy.
- He said sassily.
[laughter]
Uh, nice to meet you guys.
♪ ♪
[elevator bell dings]
[giggling]
Oh, Nathan Brown is back
from 2Gigs!
- [clangs]
- Welcome back, Mr. Brown!
So there will be two guests
from now on in our suite,
10556, which means
double everything.
- Two sinks.
- Of course.
There are already two sinks;
would you like four sinks?
No, that's ridiculous.
Two beds, as well?
- Oh, my God, you're a moron.
- Just...
Let me speak to a manager.
Very well. Hup.
What seems to be the problem?
- Angel?
- [sighs] Yes?
Where's Nora?
You tell me. It's been weeks
since she disappeared
without saying boo.
- "Weeks"? I've been
frozen in 2Gig.
- Yes.
Ingrid must have left me there.
I need to talk to Nora.
Well, Horizen is saying
she's on a leave of absence.
I call and call,
she doesn't pick up the phone.
Oh, shit, that's not good.
No, it is not good.
Now I have all of her old
clients on top of my own.
Including one extremely
difficult Karen.
- [Ingrid] Oh, there you are.
- Mm-hmm.
Please adjust the temperature
of our room
to Mediterranean summer evening,
then lay out rose petals on the
bed but in the shape of a rose,
not a heart...
That's very important.
Hello, hi, hi, right here.
Are you taking notes
in there or...?
Got it. So a rose, extra thorns.
Can you believe this bitch?
Don't complain.
They are recording.
Well, I'm just saying
how many pairs
of shoes does one upload need?
- Ingrid Kannerman is
a lovely woman.
- Aleesha!
My office.
Now, please.
Why didn't you wake
me up sooner?
'Cause I needed time
to redecorate.
I was frozen for two weeks.
Babe, that's how long it took
to program our special bed.
It's the width of a king,
but the length of a queen.
What? Why would anyone want...?
No, no, no, no.
Stop stalling. What do you know?
Know? [stammers]
- I don't know anything.
- Last time I saw you,
you said you needed to
own my scan
to protect me.
Protect me from who?
Oh, my God, you are
so obsessed with this
"being murdered" thing.
Wouldn't you be?!
If I cared about my own life
more than this relationship,
would I have uploaded for you?
I didn't ask you to do that.
I gave up my friends, my future.
Not to mention a body
I worked really hard for.
Oh, your body's the same.
No, it is not! How dare you!
I was so much more slammin'
in so many different places.
And I think you know it.
I mean, don't even talk to me
about my shoulder blades.
They are insanely flat.
- I can't do this
right now, so...
- Was it something I said?
- Yes.
- Babe?
- Okay. Yeah.
- Let me know
if you need anything.
[exhales]
Call Nora.
[phone blipping]
Oh, please, pick up,
pick up, pick up, pick up.
[groans]
[sighs]
You are such a piece of shit.
- [Ingrid] Excuse me?
- Not you!
Okay.
I'll be right back.
Okay, before you say anything,
this new client Ingrid Kannerman
is a total headcase.
Ingrid is what we call
"an elite customer."
And when you pay that kind
of money, Leeshy...
Aleesha. Is that why I don't
have access to her settings?
I can't put her
to sleep or anything.
And, trust, if I could,
she'd wake up once a year.
Have you seen the crystal
thigh-highs she wears?
10K per boot.
- Damn!
- Yep.
So...
- Okay.
- ...I'm giving you a promotion.
How is this even fair?
Wait, what?
Mm-hmm, to junior manager.
Did I just get a promotion
by complaining?
I'm actually shutting you up
with more money.
And you can hire
a temp to help you.
Wow. Thank you.
- You're welcome. Yeah.
- Thank you, Lucy.
I will do a great job.
- Yes, you will.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Mimosa, Nathan?
- No.
Okay.
You like my new face, right?
You think I should reinstall
my old face?
- No.
- Hmm.
My nose was so pointy.
Like, like Hedy Lamarr
- in the Ziegfeld Girl.
- Nathan, I got a mimosa
for you, buddy.
- No!
- Try it... okay.
[Nathan] Nora Antony.
[phone blipping]
Boo!
Hey...
You're back! Oh, my God!
- Yep.
- I really missed you, man.
It's been 24-7 History Channel
without you.
Hey, how was it down there?
Was it scary?
Did you eat the slop?
I told Mildred you were probably
eating the slop.
I was literally frozen
the entire time.
Uh, I-I got to go.
I got to make a call, okay?
I shouldn't have
brought up the slop.
Schvitz Bath.
Yeah, no one's looking
for me in here.
For God sakes!
I've been trapped
in there since the update!
I'm so hungry!
Uh, somebody, uh...
bring me a tongue sandwich
and some rice pudding!
[door closes]
Nora, where are you?
[laughing]
- Nora, let's go.
- Huh? Wait, really?
- I got to get
to Falafel Halal.
- I want to keep playing!
Girl, those chickpea balls
are not gonna fry themselves.
- That's cute.
- [Nora] Okay.
Shit.
Sorry, Nora.
Okay.
I used to have
a gym membership, too.
Dick.
Maybe just edit this down
to a quarter star.
That's better.
[cop] Hey, Bladerunner?
Caught any killer toasters
lately?
Ha ha. Look at this case.
Guy minding his own business,
next thing you know he gets
pulped in a smart elevator.
Everything's got AI now.
Piss off your toaster,
it could blow up your car.
Accident? Hmm.
Maybe, maybe not.
Morning, temp.
How do you pronounce your name?
- Uh, Tinsley.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I-I really need this job.
But I don't have any experience.
Okay, so basically you lied
on your résumé.
No, no, no, I wouldn't do...
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
I did the same thing
when I first started.
We gonna get along just fine.
I'm so excited! That's cool.
- Your jacket can go
in a locker.
- Okay.
And leave it there,
'cause I don't like it.
- The j...? This jacket?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, okay.
- I hate it.
I just, I've had this
for a really long time.
I know, but you got a job now.
Buy a new one.
Well, yeah, yeah.
I don't need it. It's fine.
But stand up for yourself.
Okay, so I...?
So the jacket...?
- No jacket?
- [sighs] My God,
just forget it.
Okay, well, um... thank you.
- [cow lowing]
- [Nora] Oh, my God.
What?
The motherlode, I can feel it.
- Here, let me help you.
- No way! I called it.
What do you mean you called...?
You can't call it.
What is it, second grade?
- Get out of here!
- It's mine!
No, it's not, it's ours.
Am I alone here?
In feeling something?
No.
I don't know.
Uh... there's just...
kind of somebody back home.
At least I think there is.
You seem less
than sure about it.
Well, when you do feel sure,
I'll be here.
In the garden.
You know, digging up
giant potatoes.
Thanks.
[door opens]
It's still crooked. [groans]
Wow. More Ingrids.
You like it?
What's not to like?
[chuckles]
And where have you been?
Oh, the gym.
Oh, Nathan's like a pro athlete
since he defrosted.
He works out hours a day.
Wow, why doesn't he just become
best friends with the gym?
Oh, wait, he can't.
Because he doesn't care
about anyone.
I was gonna head
back there again actually.
- Hey, you just got here.
- Babe, you just got here.
I forgot the calves, so...
You know what,
they do look pretty shrimpy.
Pathetic, really.
Do you want to come?
Yes! I can... Yes!
Absolutely.
Hup!
- Baby... Oh, my God!
- Look alive! Look alive!
[door opens, closes]
Okay, looks like it's just us,
Grandmama.
I know, I know, okay? I'm sorry.
- I've been a shitty friend.
- Oh, you think?
Got something to show you.
You do?
This is just sad.
Oh, okay, just listen to me.
A lot happened
while I was in 2Gig, okay?
I was on the phone with Nora,
trying to apologize.
Someone broke
into her apartment.
- Oh, my God!
- Tried to stab her.
- Oh, no!
- I know, I had to take him out.
I'm sorry, what?
I mean, it was self-defense.
But still, don't tell anybody.
[laughs] Of-of course not!
My God!
I just,
I have so many questions.
Yeah, so do I.
Who's this guy?
Oh... [sputters]
Just some guy she met on Nitely.
Okay, now I worry.
It's been a month.
No clues.
What if they found her?
Or she moved on.
Hey, who am I kidding, like she
could just move on from you.
So how are things with Ingrid?
- Mm. Ingrid, yeah.
- She's hot.
She uploaded for me.
Fuck, man.
It's like every girl
who likes you winds up dead.
Well, it's lunch in ten minutes.
I'm gonna go freshen up.
Uh, hey, you know what, I'm
actually gonna check something.
- Uh, one sec.
- Oh.
[automated voice] Choose
your avatar.
[exhales]
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can we talk?
Yeah.
[sniffs]
[clears throat]
I probably freaked you out.
By showing up here.
It was...
I guess, impulsive.
And maybe a little controlling.
And I'm sorry.
Before I got here,
did you... meet anyone?
Did you fall in love
with another upload?
Kind of.
I had feelings for someone.
But...
it's over.
Ow. [chuckles]
Please, please don't scream.
I'm not gonna scream,
I'm not gonna scream.
[laughs]
I mean, I figured as much.
[sniffles]
You're great.
A lot of people are
gonna love you.
Just not as much as me.
- You uploaded for me.
- Yeah, I did.
I know that you changed
since coming here,
but I can, too.
You'll see.
I'm gonna earn your love back.
Okay?
I'm here now.
And I'm here to love you,
I'm not the bad guy.
And neither are you.
♪ ♪
[smooching]
[sniffles]
Nora Antony.
[phone blipping]
Want a drink?
Hey, it's...
it's me again, um...
God, I really don't want
to say this on the phone.
I've wanted so badly to say it
back to you that day, Nora.
I love you, too.
You're smart.
You're funny.
You're beautiful, you...
you always see
the best in people.
I didn't deserve
someone like that.
Still don't.
Now I need to accept that...
you don't want to talk
to me anymore.
I'm sorry for getting you
into this mess.
Wherever you are,
I hope you're safe.
Goodbye, Angel.
Phantom ping.
I haven't had
one of those in ages.
♪ ♪
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