Odi!
That's bad, Odi!
Do you want lasagna?
REAL HUMANS
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Guys... I have a few things to say.
Tobbe?
I think we should keep her.
Anita.
Good. Applause for mommy.
I want us to treat her like a member of this family.
Like a human, at least.
I don't want orders barked at her. She shouldn't have to do everything.
And she's not cleaning your rooms, or making your beds. That's your job.
No back scratching.
And after 9 pm, she's off duty.
- Off duty? - Yup.
- What does she get out of that? - That I don't know, but...
I think it's a matter of dignity, I, I don't know...
- I agree, so I'm in. - Sure.
Yes.
- I like Anita. - I do too.
That was that. We leave for grand dad's in an hour. With Anita.
- But... - She can sit in the trunk...
...if we drive carefully.
I'm sorry.
I forgot... to lock the door.
On saturdays, we're open for the public between 10 to 5 pm.
And we have service on sundays.
In other matters, the parish office is open, 3 miles from here.
The fuse box.
- The power is out. - Right...
Just tell me where it is.
In to the left, behind the curtain.
But the fuses are at the parishes' office,...
...I'm afraid...
- But I can call the caretaker. - No calls.
We need power and somewhere to stay.
Oh...
- Please? - But where's your owner?
- We have no owner. We're liberated. - From..?
We take care of ourselves. No one owns us. We belong to us.
That's illegal, as you know. If they find us, we'll be destroyed.
Drain our fluids...
...skin us...
...separate our body parts.
We agree that regular hubots must be traceable to an owner.
But we're different.
- We can tell you're a good person. - Because of this?
No...
I can see it in your eyes.
We can only plea to your compassion and understanding.
Honey. He's not home?
Oh...
So you're here now?
- Yes. - Come on in.
- You'd like some coffee? - Please.
It's very hot in here.
- She never airs the room? - She's charging.
- No coffee for the young ones? - No.
- And not... - Anita.
- We haven't met. - You're the freebie?
- I don't know. - From the shop, where you're from.
Have you seen that she changed her headband?
She's picking large ones with bright colors.
- Can I help Lennart with the coffee? - It's fine, Anita.
I mean that you don't have to.
Mathilda...
- Did you say Vera was charging? - Yes. She's charging.
During daytime?
- But she's not charging. - What?
She's shut off.
I'll turn her on later. Now, let's drink some coffee.
She's not supposed to be turned off. Ever.
What's the time?
11.05.
It's 11.05 am. Correct me if I'm wrong.
- That's right. - Don't...
It's 11.05 pm. Today is december 5, 1989.
- Wrong. - I just turned her off for a while.
- What has happened? - She's lost all the settings.
Take Sofia out and play or something, I have to fix this.
I just pressed the button.
But why turn her off at all? What if something were to happen?
There is no reason at all to turn her off.
- Now I know that. - You must have done something else.
- I just pressed the damn button! - Hans, take it easy.
I'm sorry...
Go swim without me. I must reinstall everything. Will take at least an hour.
Maybe it's the heat?
This way.
- You're aware of the risk we're taking? - What choice do we have?
Come on in.
- Hello. - Hello.
What are they doing here? Who are they? What do they want?
- If they're involved in the murders... - Eva, calm down.
You saw it yourself. They're harmless. Hubots can't harm humans.
- You can never be certain... - Hey, you.
Excuse me.
We need an extension cord.
We'll go there tonight. I think I know what to do.
Here.
Good. Go outside and stand guard.
- You like those colorful headbands? - Yes.
We can buy new ones at the store.
At the store where I came from?
- I don't think they sell headbands. - No.
Tobbe, can you play with Sofia?
You remember the shop you came from?
No, I don't.
Would you like to go there?
- Yes. - Okay.
- Then we'll go there. I promise. - Thank you.
And we'll shop for headbands.
And I brought this for you. I don't know...
Mom...
Don't turn into one of those who dress up their hubot. Embarrassing.
Mom.
Help!
- Leo! - Help!
Leo!
- Excuse me? - Leo!
Move it. You hear me, pacman?
What the hell's the matter with you? You stalled?
You stupid, fucking machine!
Move, or you'll end up in the dumpster.
Do you understand me!? Do you belong here!? Do you!?
I'm calling EHURB, you fucking Frankenstein.
You stand right there. You hit me. They'll trash you, fucking Windows brain.
Hey, could you connect me to EHURB?
They'll recycle your ass.
Nice to be related to a vacuum cleaner? - Great. This is...
Come on.
Here we go... "Troubleshooting."
Where do you live?
- I live in this house. - Good.
- Who else lives in this house? - Lennart.
- Good. - And the other one.
The other one?
The one in the basement.
This is wrong... - Only you and Lennart lives here.
- And the one in the basement. - But there's no one in the basement.
- I'll fix this. - No one's there.
I know.
- There was a man in the basement. - Nonsense.
Okay, Vera. Could you show me this man?
Where would he be?
Wait here.
He lives in there.
Lennart locks the door.
This man, in here. What does he look like?
6 feet tall, brown hair, pink shirt, blue pants and yellow shoes.
It's a hubot.
They collected Odi.
You didn't get a receipt on the demolition?
Of course. But I threw it away. I don't want to be reminded of him.
- Why would I need that receipt? - It's okay. Sorry.
Vera was so convincing when she described this man, and exactly like Odi.
Yes, well... I have showed her pictures of me and Odi.
I can't be responsible for her delusions. You trust her more than me?
- I know what I have and haven't done. - Why do you lock the door then?
Because I want some part of this house undisturbed by her constant cleaning.
- Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning... - We believe you, dad.
- And I want you to tell her that. - Well, If you've got nothing to hide.
- This is about integrity, Hans. - Okay, sorry...
I have my model boats down there.
- You build them yourself? - Yes.
Couldn't you show me? I'm sincerely curious.
Look at that. Toot-toot.
- Lots of stuff you could get rid of. - No, I don't think so...
If you like it down here, you could clear some stuff, to get more room...
- I think it's time to go upstairs. - Like this old...
That can come in handy.
There's no one downstairs.
And the room downstairs, is his private room, where no one has access.
- Understood. - And I want lasagna.
- Lasagna, once a week. - But...
- Deal with it. - Yes.
Good.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
You can start with the lasagna right away.
- Hello. - You talked to a hubot?
- Yes. - And the one that hit you?
- Don't know. - You couldn't conclude what it was?
- I didn't see him. - How do you know it was a man?
- Him, her or it. I don't know. - Can you describe the one you talked to?
Sure. They're everywhere around here. A regular workhub.
One of those, exactly.
But he was different, somehow. More aware, or something.
- More alive? - Different.
He hit me with that.
Thank you.
- Thanks. - Well, thank you.
A Humax G-75. You know how many there are?
- It's common? - Very.
Most every houseowner has one of those house gnomes in the garage.
This one too.
I checked your second hand value, on the internet, if you're interested.
Not too bad. But it seems I can get more, if you're sold in parts.
I only want what's best for you.
Then I want it to be more like I would like to have it.
And a little less like you want it.
Shall I help you to bed?
I can do it myself.
Sleep well.
SLEEPING PILLS Sleep well, Lennart.
Can I talk to the manager?
- It says you keep inside the law? - Do you want work done on it?
Erase owner-ID? Lift the restrictions?
- Yes. - We don't do that around here.
Come on...
An offer. Boarding for Max and me. Power for him, food for me, -
-in return, I'll work for free. For one week.
Most people want a hub that can protect them. Or one that's a bit more fun in bed.
But that's like tuning a moped...
I work in the source code.
I change their DNA, if I have to.
I'm certain there's those looking for a more...
...intense experience.
A more living individual.
This will be fine.
Support the collection for a hubot-free elder care.
Hubot-free elder care?
To ban hubots completely is something that will lead to fewer sympathizers.
The long term goal is to be rid of them, but for now I think we benefit from -
- admitting they can be useful for, let's say, hazardous waste and cleaning.
- I'd like to add to that. Or comment. - Certainly.
Bullshit, is all I can say. The dolls have to go. Every one of them.
Well said.
This cute stuff won't get us anywhere. And that must stay in the manifesto.
I've been a member of this party since the start.
- Well spoken! - Good, good.
May I then ask you all if we want to be a party for a few hundred or for millions?
Soon there will only be a few hundred of us left. Don't you get it?
Wake up! Soon we'll be working for them.
I agree with the chairman. We have to find a broader way to gain opinion.
Or we'll be made out to be hostile to human progress.
I'll gladly be that, rather than hostile to humankind, like the hubot-huggers.
- Good! Finally! - Bravo!
Sit down!
- Can we not discuss now? - Can we return to the agenda?
They're taking over the party. We'll have dolls running around in the party office.
Shit... And some fucking hubot-hugging chairman. Shit...
- Hey. - Hey.
- Roger. - Beatrice.
Malte.
Just wanted to say, I'm all for you guys.
- Have me met before? - No, this is my first time.
- You know anyone here? - No, no, no.
What do you mean by "all for you"?
Well, what you said. Your opinions.
To get rid of the fucking things, "Real Humans" isn't the way to go?
Exactly. It seems a bit...
- A bit soft... - Yeah, a sewing circle.
That's exactly what it is. A fucking sewing circle.
Hey...
We have some ideas we could run by you, if you're interested.
If I'm interested? Absolutely, sure.
You smoke? Let's have a... Come on.
No phone number. Just the address.
- Good, see you later then. Bye. - Bye.
MISSED CALL - "KEVIN"
New message.
Hello, Roger. I've heard your messages to Kevin.
He's got a new phone plan, so you know and save you the trouble.
We have a new life now and suggest you try the same. Net-dating perhaps?
There's someone for everyone. Believe me.
What's happening tomorrow?
Car needs a wash. I thought Anita could do it.
I thought I could take Anita tomorrow.
Go out shopping.
- You and Anita? - Yes.
But you can't have her as a shopping buddy.
We're shopping for her.
Headbands.
She can't care about what headband she's got on?
Yes, she does.
This is no good. She's a housekeeper, not company.
And we'll visit the store where we got her.
Oh?
She wants to know where she's from.
She's a computer, honey.
There's an word for people who have relationships with their hubots.
I read it in the paper. They're called "hubbies".
Have you become a "hubby"?
What are you afraid of?
- You wouldn't react, if it was a dog. - I don't know about that...
Hans, I won't leave you for Anita.
I will be monitoring this closely.
Hello, Tobbe.
Do you want something?
No.
I'm sorry.
Leo.
When you find Mimi. Will you leave me then?
- Why would I? - Will you?
I won't leave you. I have told you that. Okay?
Do you remember anything from here?
No.
PRICE: $175.000
How much did I cost?
I... I don't know. It doesn't matter. You were expensive.
- Need any help? - Just browsing.
Absolutely. You saw the price tag and, "whoops".
This hubot may not be for everyone, but for some.
A pure social hubot with a life story designed by R.D. Koepling.
Manufactured in only 1000 units. And every unit is unique.
Unlike your model there, this one has the closest thing to a soul, yet.
Samantha.
- Forgive me, I don't recall your name. - Really?
I feel so tired today. The memories of the past, haunt me.
I can't reconcile with an event from when I was 19. During a bohemian experience...
...in Paris.
- Thank you, Samantha. - Farewell.
As you can tell, she requires a little maturity. Not unlike a good wine.
- Our domestic models are over there. - Like I said, we're just browsing.
Of course.
Anita.
Anita?
Don't mind what he said. I think we'll leave now.
Like she's been 19. Ridiculous.
I don't know what this gave us...
I'll sell it on the street. You can always have sex with it.
Had it been a good brand.
But this is where you came from. - No, thanks.
Thank you.
This is where we'll live.
- Ourselves? - Look at the kitchen.
That stove costs $8000.
Why do we need a kitchen?
We'll have human friends. We have to dine with them.
Oh...
This is where you snuggle up afterwards, by the fireplace.
- That's just a dream. - This is a photo, Gordon. It exists.
And no one lives here, see? It's empty.
We'll each have a bedroom. I will meet a man. A human.
Why don't you meet a woman?
I don't know.
I will fall in love, and live here. We'll have 5 children.
You can't have children.
We will adopt. There's lots of humans that can't have children.
I will never have any children. And no wife.
Why do you say that?
I feel lonely when you look in that magazine.
But you're not alone. You're with me.
Don't forget that you're just like me.
We'll get through this, as long as we stick together.
Do you understand what it is we're supposed to get through?
Step right in.
- Hard to find? - No.
Well, this is my place.
- The bathroom? - Over there.
It's Malte.
- Hey. - Hey.
Welcome.
- Here's some pacman-free coffee. - Thanks.
Expensive, but no fucking hubot has touched the beans.
Right.
There...
- Right, you don't smoke. - Sometimes. I can take one.
Thank you.
- You live here alone? - Yes.
We have separated.
We had a special piece of furniture for smoking. A wagon with a marble lighter.
Those were the days.
Back when you got letters. I'm a mailman, you see.
I'm one of the last humans at my office.
- Same here. - Went on my route no matter what.
- How about that coffee? - Sorry.
- Please, honey. It stinks. - I'm sorry.
I'm writing the sermon and I need to smoke to get through it.
Thank you.
Okay...
DOUBLE HOMICIDE MAY BE HUBOT DEED
We want to know if you're involved.
If you are, we must ask you to leave.
Do you know anything about this?
- Isn't it where we charged? - No, Gordon. Different house.
With friendly people who let us use their power. People we thanked.
That's right.
If you want us to leave, we will do so. But we have nothing to do with this.
We don't have the ability to hurt humans.
I have to speak with my wife first.
Who are you, really?
- So, what do you guys do? - I'm a supervisor at a warehouse.
Mostly electronics and chemicals.
- I guess I should have told you. - Really?
I'm a police officer.
I thought you'd say you were in the pacman business.
- No chance. - Police. That's an honest living.
Right now I'm with EHURB. A unit for hubot-related crime.
I don't know how much you guys know of what's going on out there.
- More and more hubots. - But it's worse than that.
Just a piece in a grand design to turn humans into slaves to the hubots.
A nonworking human must be destroyed.
The solution, because we no longer can feed the population of real humans.
Hubots don't eat.
As you know.
No...
They sure don't...
I have to ask.
- What is it we're supposed to do? - Who said we're doing anything?
I just said that we should do something.
CEMENT
Hello, Lennart.
- Have you been okay? - Yes.
Excellent.
What shall we do?
What can we do? Down here.
Build model ships.
- Paint them. - I guess...
- Play cards. - No. I don't want to.
Or just, chill.
Chill?
It means, doing nothing at all.
I don't want to... chill.
Lennart!
Dinner's ready!
Tell me what you want to do.
If we're to do this, everything else must be secondary.
Our lives, relatives, work. Everything.
We must be able to trust each other.
Yeah.
Are you in, even if we have to break the laws of this fucking pacman-society?
And swear not to give in, until the last fucking hubot leave this world?
The world we inherited from our forefathers, - real humans. Will you?
- I swear. - I swear.
I swear.
Good.
The female who lives here, referred to the other woman as wife.
So?
It must have been a lie. They are both female, or am I mistaking?
Can we really trust these women?
They're fascinating. Meet them, instead of fantasize about how awful they are.
The murders 12 miles from here is no fantasy.
- Everyone knows they can't hurt humans. - They're computers, Åsa. Machines.
- We're just as much machines as them. - Stop it.
You're a priest. What does the bible say? Maybe you can just pick and choose?
What does the bible say about the love, you and I share?
I'm forced to follow my heart. Or I would deny everything I believe in.
What was the tip?
Someone saw the priest talk to some characters by the church.
- Hubots? - I don't know.
- Hello. Police. We have a few questions. - What's going on?
You've heard about the homicides, 12 miles from here?
Of course.
- Can we come inside? - Sure.
We're just following up on observations that's been reported.
- A member of the choir can't be involved. - No, no...
- Any hubots in the household? - No, it's just me and my wife.
- Nice old house. - Yes.
Bea. You love old houses. Maybe you're allowed to look around?
- I'd love to. If it's okay? - Yes, of course.
- Is it 19'th century? - 1788.
Noticed anything around here, since it happened?
No.
- You work in the church too? - I'm a librarian.
- Sorry? - Librarian.
Oh. Nice.
Bea is crazy about old houses.
Maybe you should warn her about the rotted floor on the attic.
- Should I? - Yes, so she's careful.
Bea! Watch out for the floorboards in the attic! They may have rotted!
Okay!
- You live here together? - Yes, we're married.
Oh. Then you...
- ...live here together. - Yes.
- In other words... - Yes.
- Thank you for letting me see the house. - Any time.
Thank you.
- Did you see anything? - It was nothing there.
They matched the prints on the crowbar to the ones they found in the house.
What are we doing here, then?
What have we done?
- Why didn't you say they were up there? - Calm down.
- It's murder. - Nothing points to them.
- I'm not staying another second. - Eva, Eva, Eva.
- Let me go! - Calm down.
- I can't be here with them. - Eva. Calm down.
I love you, Eva.
But you need to find your strength.
There...
Wait here.
Vera!?
Yes!?
Could you please check upstairs, for my green windbreaker?
There...
Let's go.
You can take those.
Let's go.
Oops!
Oops...
Lennart!
Just drive!
Drive like hell, Odi!
Towards Skåne.
Help!
Mommy!
Mommy.
Help!
Leo!
Help!
Leo!
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