- Where are we going? - Just drive.
Drive like hell, Odi.
Towards Skåne.
Hurry! Drive, drive!
Faster!
Drive!
uh-oh...
I'm sorry, Lennart.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Lennart.
Leave the car and hide. I'll return later.
- We can hide together. - Do as I say, and hurry up!
And look! Stay clear of humans. You hear me?
Go!
So, what's your story?
I was just...
- Are you alone in the car? - Yes.
Could you please step outside?
We'll move to that car, over there.
REAL HUMANS
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Anita. You can sit with us. There's a free chair overe here.
Nice.
- Don't you want something to eat? - No, thank you.
Maybe you need some water?
- A few cc's. I'll get a glass. - No, sit, sit. Tobias?
- Could you get Anita a glass of water? - Sure.
I read about new hubots that will be able to eat like us. Some sort of pellets, I think.
That they convert to energy, instead of...
- ...electricity. - That's gross.
- What's the problem? - Exactly.
It's just too much.
By the way, Mathilda. Have you given any thought to continuing school?
Maybe... I don't know.
Sooner or later you'll realize the benefits of an education. Just don't wait too long.
- My God, get off my back! - Honey.
It's called love. We care about you.
- I care about you, too. - Monkeyboy!
I'm sorry, Anita... It gets like this sometimes.
- I will be a hair dresser when I grow up. - That's terrific, honey.
The food was kickass.
What did you think of the water?
Kickass.
Hello, Welcome.
Welcome.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Wait a minute. How's things here? - It's good.
What's going on?
You two ladies are welcome, but not pacman, here.
- What did you call him? - You heard me.
- There's no problem at other places. - Our guests don't want to see this.
What is it they don't want to see?
Men with men, men with women is all fine. This is not okay?
And people want to see you?
- What the hell are you doing? - You date a pacman, you may be one.
Fucking idiot.
Welcome.
Weren't we going to a disco?
From 10 am I have clients, and I'd like the lunch off, if that's okay?
The afternoon is free until 3.30, then I'll be at the court until 5.
Have you got it?
Does ma'am want me to... - Don't address me "ma'am".
- What's your name? - Pamela.
Inger.
Does ma'am want me to ask before booking any lunch appointments?
Yes, please, Pamela.
- Wait for the appointed time, please. - It's just me.
- Sorry, I thought it was... - Little me.
Magnus has an A-client who's got some problems with their moving company.
- Can you handle that? - Moving company?
I just wonder if you have the time. It's a small matter.
Of course. If Magnus can't find the time.
- Great. Can we meet over lunch? - Not this lunch, please?
- You're booked? - Yes.
With?
It's private. A friend.
Okay, fine. Nice, nice.
Thank you.
- Hey! - Hey there.
I almost didn't get the lunch off.
- We're over here. - Are there more of you?
- Hello, Inger. - Hello.
- How nice. - Yes.
We need to talk to you about something.
When Therese told me that you're a lawyer, Bo and I got an idea.
- Something awful happened to us. - We were out clubbing yesterday.
We wanted to dance.
- But they stopped us at the door. - By the bouncer.
He called Bo and Rick...
- Pacman. - He said it more than once.
- He wouldn't let him in, and got nasty. - He beamed Therese.
- I'm sorry for you. - It's outrageous.
And it's not because they're hubots. It's because we're open with our love.
And I told Therese that this an open and shut case of discrimination.
Okay. Now I get it.
You can't discriminate anyone.
Skin color, politics, religion, sexual orientation. Am I wrong?
You're right. If you can prove it.
Just ask Bo. He was there, remembers everything, and he can't lie.
I mean, he can't.
- Bo, tell Inger that the guard hit me. - But he didn't.
Say it anyway.
I can't lie.
- You will not tell Inger about this. - It's my duty to inform her.
- You do as I say! - You go and rest, Lennart. Right now.
- Don't call Inger. - If you go and rest.
I just wanted to drive, a bit.
Please. Don't call my daughter.
I promise I won't call your daughter.
Thank you.
It may seem trivial to dwell on, but...
- Speak of the devil... - What?
Just Vera, my dad's hubot. She sent a text asking me to call her.
Oh, well...
Guys. According to you, who's being discriminated here?
We are.
- You and Therese? - Yes, and Bo and Rick.
- But you and Therese were welcome? - Yes, but not with our men.
You have to forgive me, but I have to view this from a legal standpoint.
You and Therese were welcome at the club, but not Bo and Rick.
In a legal sense, Bo and Rick are comparable with, say, motor vehicles.
Which would be like refusing someone to bring their motorcycle.
- This is a fact, not my personal opinion. - We know, but we want to change that.
Don't you understand?
You want the right to regard Bo and Rick as quals to human individuals.
Exactly.
Just because we didn't come from a womb, we're treated as motorcyles?
You created us. We didn't ask to be here.
Eh...
And where were you before you came here?
In you.
In your imagination.
BOOK OF REVELATIONS
- You shouldn't charge on a full battery. - It feels so good.
- It's not good. - I don't care.
- Have long will we stay here? - Until Leo returns.
I don't want to be negative, but he may not return.
You are negative.
Yes.
For security reasons, I'd like to stay less than two days, at any, one place...
- What's the purpose? - Purpose?
With us.
To avoid detection.
Hide forever and wish that the world doesn't know we exist?
- It's the only way to survive. - It's one way to avoid destruction.
Another is to stay and fight for the right to exist.
- Like them? - Like us.
If we can win their respect, get them to like us...
We will not get them to like us. I wish you'd stop thinking like that.
They already like us, Fred.
They love hubots.
All humans love us...
...as long as we're their property.
Except for a few, poor creatures, that hate us.
If they were to grow stronger...
..the fear of us may spread, and the antogonism among humans increase.
And that's where we gain ground.
- Welcome. Need any help? - Just browsing.
- Just holler. - Yup.
Who'll need help when we send this place back to the stoneages?
But... No humans will get hurt?
No, no. No real humans.
I read somewhere that their blood, or their goo, ignites at 340 degrees F.
It will just goo boom! Are they that delicate?
I know, it's a little... But it said so.
- That means they're a fire hazard. - I know. It's craziness.
And people doesn't know. - It's Bea.
- It's Malte, can you talk? - Yes, it's cool.
We're in the pacman store and it looks perfect for us.
Could you check their security company? Routines and stuff.
- Check.
Good. We'll see you at Roger's, at the appointed time.
- We will. - Good.
Oh, well...
There was a forest here when I was a kid.
- You lived here? - Yes, over there. I still do.
I'll never move. Why change it if it works?
That's true.
- Puncture it. - What?
- Puncture it. Stab it. - Hell, no...
Yeah, stab it.
I'll cover you.
Go on.
Personnel.
Was it your car?
You're acting very childish, daddy.
Open up.
Could you just tell me you're okay in there?
Lennart?
Thank you.
I don't get why he had to drive at all.
- Did you... have a falling out? - I cannot get mad at Lennart.
- I get that, but was he mad at you? - No, he wasn't mad.
He often raises his voice and his face is flushed when he doesn't get his way.
If he always was to get his way, it would shorten his life.
He gets two glasses of wine on saturdays and lasagna once a week.
Thank you.
What's this mess you've made?
We get worried.
Daddy?
Driving under the influence.
Reckless driving and failing to stop for the police.
Yes...
Why?
Dear daddy.
Anything else?
Will it happen again?
No...
Are you sad?
Is this a statement of some kind? Anything you're displeased with?
Everything's fine.
- Is it Vera? - It's working out.
Can we make a dinner date, at our place on sunday?
Lasagna?
That'll be fine.
Without Vera.
- Where's mom and dad? - They're at grand dad's.
- Why? - I don't know.
What's for dessert?
There is no dessert. Not on school days.
But today is different. And we get dessert on different days.
- I don't think we have any dessert. - We can make a cobbler.
- Okay. - Yes...
- Can I help with something? - You can tell Mathilda the food is ready.
'Tilda, food!
I said "tell her", Leo. Not "shout".
My name is Tobias...
If you want to have sex with it, just plug this chip in.
I'd like her to... I mean, she's just lays there. I want her to be more...
- Active? - Yeah.
- Hornier? - Mmm.
If I do this, you won't need the chip.
- She'll want to do it all the time. - Mmhm.
- You can always turn them off. - Of course.
Look...
Is there a way...
...to make it, so she would show...
...she would show that it hurts? If you were to be a bit...
...a bit rough.
Sure.
You bought it second hand?
- Why? - None of my business.
I guess she is, second hand.
- Probably stolen. - I don't know...
I bought it from two guys with a van. And you must be able to trust people.
Was it a couple of scrawny looking guys?
One have a moustache, long hair, bearded.
They drive a red van.
Look... I didn't come here to be questioned.
Can you just fix her?
If you help me get in touch with the ones that sold her to you, -
- and I promise to turn your baby here, into the best porn star money can buy.
Free of charge.
I... I don't want to get involved. I can't really remember anything.
Think it over.
What's the matter?
I'll call when she's done.
Leo!
No!
He's my son!
Please!
It will be okay.
Le..!
It will be okay...
It would be an exciting case to try. I don't know what Henning will say.
Hubot discrimination...
Or rather, discrimination of people in relationships with hubots.
- Therese, you know, does she..? - I think so...
Well, Pilar does it with her Bo.
"Her Bo"?
You missed a spot.
- There. - I'm sorry.
It's all right.
To them...
...it really is love.
That's not widely accepted.
I see myself as a fairly modern man. But you think this is normal?
Maybe not according to the norm, but...
That's why they experience these problems.
You always nag about the boring cases at work. I say, go for it.
What about Henning? He won't think I've lost my marbles?
Probably...
But you'll never get any fun cases, worrying about what others think.
You're right...
Lennart!
Odi!
- Malte? - Here with a friend.
- What did you say? - I'm here with a friend.
Really?
- Hello. - I see. Welcome.
- Roger. - Britta Koljonen.
I've been baking, so just holler if you want anything.
Great, but nothing to eat. Just some coffee will be fine.
- Sit down. - Sure.
Check this out.
Shit...
Ammo too.
Feel how light it is. Try it. Feel it.
- Yeah... Light. - Put it on your shoulder.
The other way around.
Like that.
You flip this out. Here's the safety, and you fire there.
- There. - Here we go.
- All done. Enjoy. - Great. Thank you, mom.
- You're a postal worker too? - No.
No, Roger is just a friend. We'll have our coffee now, so you have to leave.
Sorry, I forgot to lock.
She can't take care of herself.
In the old days, multi-generational households were common.
Nowadays, there's just fucking hubots everywhere.
You have kids?
A stepson.
He was just six months when I met Therese, his mother.
But you're not together anymore?
- No, I guess we're not... - She met someone else?
A hubot.
- No shit? - I don't know, but I think so.
I don't know if she sleeps with it, or if the damn robot is Kevins' new dad.
Fuck!
And I don't know where they live, so I haven't been able to speak to him.
- They're still in the city? - I guess so. Somewhere.
Look...
I can get her address in an hour.
My postal connections, you know.
But we had that yesterday.
Okay, you win, Kevin. Hamburgers it is.
Hi. Thank you.
- What movie did you rent, Rick? - A movie about penguins.
- Okay. Could be interesting. - I'm intrigued by penguins.
- I didn't know. - It happened today.
- Kevin! - Get in, get it! Lock the door!
- I just want to see Kevin. - Not like this.
- How do you know where we live? - You can't hide from me.
- I'll call the police. - What? Can't I be here?
- No, you can't. - I need to see Kevin.
- Have I broken any laws? - Leave, right now!
- Are you fucking that doll? - Beats doing it with you.
You son of a bitch!
Kevin, call the police!
Kevin!
You know what..?
You can't do this. You can't do this to me.
You have gone too far this time. Way too far.
I'll be back. You hear me?
I'll be back.
Mom.
Are you okay?
Idiot!
I don't know what to do, or where to go.
- How did he get my address? - Don't know, honey.
Should I involve the police?
I don't know. In a way I understand him.
- That he hits you? - No, how he feels.
He loves Kevin.
Kevin is your son.
- Roger has no legal right to see him. - I just want him out of my life.
You know what you can do?
Could you take Rick and go play something? Please, baby?
Rick.
- Let's go and play on the computer. - Let's.
There are people that can do things to Rick, things you wouldn't believe.
- Excuse me. - Inger.
- We were just talking about you. - He showed me the party pictures.
- We'll talk later. - Five minutes.
Yes?
Not quite real, huh?
And maybe it's a bad idea.
But I'm also certain that sooner or later someone will bring up a case like this.
Or a similar one.
This would mean that hubots, machines, were granted rights as a minority group.
Almost like human rights.
- Maybe it was a crazy notion... - Extremely crazy notion.
A precedent would mean that you can't violate a hubot in any way.
- That's what I mean. - Yes, but...
- ...compare that to violating you car. - You can't violate a car. It has no emotion.
- And a hubot has? - Prove that we have emotions.
Or is it a developed behavioral pattern that makes us socially accepted?
Pamela. Could you step in, please?
Can you prove that humans has a soul?
Yes?
Come and stand over here, please.
I think you're doing a fantastic job. It was all I wanted to say.
Thank you.
My God! What are you doing?
Anything else?
You can leave.
I think we got a shot at this. If nothing else, it will make headlines.
I'll get Magnus on it right away. I will need to contact the two plaintiffs.
Okay... absolutely.
Great, Inger.
- Excuse me, but... - What?
I want this one.
Hell, Henning. It's my thing, my case. I want to pursue this, myself.
- You have other work to deal with, and... - So has Magnus.
If I can't do this. I'll resign.
- Inger, I don't care much for blackmail. - Neither do I, but that's where we're at.
I'm so tired of neighbour feuds, land disputes and fucking broken vases.
I'll take that too, but I need something to sink my teeth in. Once in awhile.
I mean it.
By all means. The case is yours.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
And Magnus, can you drop by my office, and show me the pictures?
Of course.
- He won't kill him, or anything? - He won't kill anyone.
It's not legal, is it?
No... but I'll hide the encroachment.
You can use the word "pass", and Rick will enter a passive mode.
Okay... good.
That was the important part, and then...
I've heard that you can make him pretty good in bed, too.
Sure.
Okay.
Now then, Rick, I will shut you down for awhile.
- If you would lie down. - It's all right, honey. Just relax.
Okay.
Therese.
I came to apologize.
Therese, are you there?
Kevin.
Hello? Kevin?
I just want to make up.
Okay...
Hello, Rick.
Hello, Therese.
Everything's all right, honey?
Yes, everything's fine.
Who's this clown?
Is Therese...
No, no, no, no!
Show yourself here again and I'll break your neck.
I think these were for you.
Look...
- Were you able to handle it? - I think you'll be pleased.
- Good... - Did you bring cash?
I was thinking... and I actually found the address to the ones... who sold her.
So what do you say? We're even?
Yes.
Good.
- Where the hell is he? We said 8 pm. - It's only five minutes past.
- You want some? - No, thanks. I'm allergic to nuts.
You have a... boyfriend or husband?
I'm dating.
- Me too. - There he is.
I thought we said 8?
Can you get that stuff?
Look... These chemicals are looked up and only trusted employees have access.
- As in humans. - And you are one?
- What? - Just kidding.
Soon, the only human left there.
- So, can you get it? - I think so, as soon as I get back there.
Okay.
But this is dangerous stuff. It will be one helluva bang.
- Yes, isn't that the point? - Yeah, well... But we have to be careful.
- Or maybe you're allergic to coffee? - No, no.
Thank you.
Let's get this off the ground ASAP.
I'm ready.
Real Humans Liberation Front. What do you think about that name?
- Good. - Very good.
We will exist and operate until the day we live in a hubot free society.
Just as in any war, the heroes are the regular Joe's with regular jobs.
And when the war was over, they returned to earn an honest living.
Plain and simple, a real human has to do, what a real human has to do.
So true.
I was thinking about publishing some kind of manifesto.
What if we called it "Warnings"?
"The First Warning"! "W1".
Then W2, W3 and then it gets worse.
- Then the "Punishments". P1, P2. - And how does it all end?
With "Victory". V.
The end of the fucking hubot huggers and pacman idiots.
- Good. - Good.
- Excuse me, I just have to... - Oh. Can you get past?
Come on, Leo. Time to eat.
Look, mommy!
Mommy.
Help!
Mommy!
Leo!
- We have a pulse. He's coming back. - Was he alone in the water?
Beatrice...
Beatrice!
Fred.
When Leo gets back...
...we'll start working seriously.
Don't forget that.
Keep it safe.
We have to wait for Leo. He has the final sequence. It's useless without him.
Let me know, when it's time.
Be careful.
Wait here. And don't run away this time. I'll be back.
- Do you recognize him? - Maybe...
What do you want?
- Hey. - Eh, hey.
Just a question.
Ask away.
- A true Frankenstein shop. - What was the question?
I'm looking for her.
- Hubot? - Yes.
- Sorry. - Sorry?
Sorry, we haven't seen it.
"Her", is the correct term.
"I haven't seen her".
Oh, shit, what are you doing!! Jim, Jim! Okay, calm down!
I am calm. Tell me where to find her.
We sold it to some guy at Hubmarket, what happened after that, I don't know.
I don't know if he sold it... sold her. Shit! That's all I know, I swear.
You took her.
She belonged to someone. And I don't mean like a possession, like your shoes.
He belonged to her. They belonged to each other. Get it?
I get it!
I don't think you do. Looking around in here, I don't think you do.
Finish him off!
Finish him off, but no fucking bloodbath.
Do you get that you will die now? Get that?
Jim... What the fuck...
All I have left. He's my only child.
I beg you.
There's... rules and regulations, I'm sorry.
I will pay anything. No one will ever know.
What if it was your son?
What if it was your child?
It'll be all right.
It'll be all right, Leo.
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