- Not having it? - No.
- Can I have it? - Sure.
Okay...
Newsdesk. Please leave a message.
The bombing at Hubmarket was made by Real Humans Liberation Front.
We demand that all hubots are banned from today's society.
This was the first warning.
If proper action isn't taken by the government, warning two will be issued.
Soon...
You have reached your destination.
Why did you leave me?
- You let Leo go. - I had to.
We'll wait for him as long as we can.
If he's arrested, you know what you have to do.
Maybe it's in his digital memory.
It's auditory information in the bio brain. David was meticulous about that.
If Leo hasn't moved it to his digital unit, which would be convenient, -
- just open the skull and take it out. Watch out for the drunk.
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Oh, thank you.
I want hot cocoa.
I'll make it.
Have you farted?
No. Quiet. - What are you doing, Tobias?
Translating an swedish essay into english.
I was wondering why you were up this early.
- Could I please be allowed to use Anita? - We have a great dictionary you can use.
Sorry.
Tobbe?
What is it?
Just checking if you wanted a ride to school.
No, I don't.
Okay. Bye.
We're going to the class now.
Lennart.
Lennart?
Lennart!?
- So, let's go. - Yes.
Mom, I need to talk to you.
Honey, I'm really late, can't we meet for lunch today, and talk then?
What do you say?
Good. Kiss.
Yes?
Come on in.
Here.
I have read it now.
Three times.
It's yours.
Thank you very much.
- And what did you think? - I like it alot.
I wish that I was human.
Then I would believe in God.
And his light would fill me and guide me.
- But can't you, as it is? - Am I allowed to?
Of course you are. If you want to.
Maybe you'd like to come to the church sometime?
When I officiate service.
Thank you.
Niska told me to get you. We're only allowed to be in the attic.
She asked me to come when I finished the book.
- Just saying what Niska told me. - I can come to the church with Åsa.
Sounds like a party.
Yes... But not sure about "party".
I was being ironic. I think it sounds boring.
Oh...
Aren't we going back?
- Maybe it took me awhile to find you. - But I'm here...
I mean, that's what we tell Niska, if she asks.
Lie?
That's right.
What is that supposed to be?
Squares.
Who wants to look at squares?
What are you doing here? You can't be down here. Back to the attic.
- I'm sorry, we'll go... - Get lost!
Homo freak.
What did you say!? Could you say that again?
- What's going on? - You know what that machine called me?
Homo freak.
- Interesting. - Thank you.
- We have to let our hair down. - You're right about that.
It's a flying fish.
A drunk, flying fish.
You two. Excuse me.
Well, I just wanted to say...
...it's great that you're having fun, but stuff like this is better at home.
I'm trying to teach the basics and you disturb the others.
- Okay. - Good.
Your place or mine?
- Now? - Sorry... Just kidding.
Why don't you... call me and we'll get together for some mischief?
Sure.
- So you have my number then? - No...
- Thanks. - Men...
We'll put this in here.
Do you remember me?
Do you remember your own name?
Leo Eischer.
Yes.
I'm your father, Leo.
Why didn't you let me die?
What are you saying?
I want to be with mom.
Mom is dead. She's gone.
But you're alive. And I'm alive.
I want to be dead. I want to be with mom.
- You'll get exactly what you want. - No, daddy!
- You will get to die. - No, daddy!
Daddy, no!
- Just as you want. - No!!
Leo. Come here.
You wanted to die. How does it feel?
Remember how it feels to die?
You rather die than live?
Can you see your mother?
I want to live!
- What do you want? - I want to live!
80 degrees, so he's been dead for 2-3 hours and still show full brain activity.
And we found this in his pocket.
His temperature is rising. 81.3 F. - Can you hear me?
- His arm is getting warm. - Pulse at 70 bpm.
Pulse rising to 95 bpm.
- Is he speaking? - Not a word.
I have to run.
All information, all journals, -
Everything about this patient is classified and not be entered into the database.
This afternoon I will meet with the staff that's had contact with him.
- Sorry, we have our regulations. - Do as I say if you want to keep your job.
- Without proper care, he'll die. - We have our own doctors.
He has serious infections that requires a specialist, and I am that person.
Basically, we both want him to survive.
If I'm required to swear secrecy, I will.
Then you will have to apply for leave of absence.
I said I was sorry.
- She said you called her "Home freak". - What? I said I was sorry.
- They make us a great favor. - They risk going to prison.
- I would never say such a thing. - She's sure that you did.
It's because they hate us. That woman wants us out.
- They make this up to get rid of us. - Either way, I want you to apologize.
Never.
No way.
So we're all out of here, just because you're stubborn?
Answer.
I have apologized! I said I was sorry!
You cannot behave like that.
Gordon.
- Did you hear Flash apologize? - What did she say, Gordon?
She said, that other thing.
Sorry...
You know only the fat, ugly, old, weak, cripples and decievers join the church.
So I guess you fit right in.
You just have to apologize.
Is that so hard?
I apologize for what I said. I'm sorry. It certainly won't happen again.
Okay. - Thank you, Flash.
Don't mention it.
You know, I'm still curious as to how you could blurt out something like that.
How are you constituted? Who planted these opinions in your robot brains?
Flash's opinions, are her own. We don't agree with her.
Don't try to talk me into that you have emotions.
Eva, stop it. You're upset. What she said was wrong, but don't go there yourself.
Okay, Åsa. I will now address Flash, like I would a living person.
Why does my sexual orientation provoke you?
What is it that makes you agry over the fact that I love a woman?
I said I was sorry.
You can't answer me, because you're no one. You're nothing.
Eva, I end this now.
I think women should be with men to have children and be happy families.
You're a robot! No feelings, no womb, no nothing!
- That's enough. - Maybe you agree?
No, I don't agree with her, but I don't have to offend her.
The prudent priest is talking. - Together we will talk to Flash.
And make her see the error of imposing her values onto others.
Okay. Good.
You can go now, Flash.
Where have you been?
- Had to drive mom to the hospital. - Serious?
- Broken leg. - How old is she?
92.
Do you just appear very young?
62. I... I haven't had time for breakfast yet. I'm a bit...
Congratulations, on your 50th birthday.
Wow.
Open it. It's nothing special.
Oh, that was nice.
Well, the bomb from last night. No one's in custody.
There's some video to go through. A possible witness if he survives.
The bombing was claimed by The Real Humans Liberation-whatever.
- Who's the injured witness? - The owner of the store.
- And this? - Found at the scene.
A Humax G-75, isn't it? See if you can get any data off it.
- You heard me? - Yes, sure.
I have to run. Thank you.
It's Ove. Yes...
You're sure?
It is him? Good, we're on our way.
Bea, they grabbed him. Our murder suspe...ct.
What are you doing?
Freeze!
Hands on the counter.
Goddamnit...
Ove Holm here, alert all units and put out an APB on Beatrice Novak.
Yes! She's a fucking hubot!
Move it!
Well, it's just a minute past.
I'm sorry.
- Pilar. - Göran Peters.
I represent Evening Event AB, your counterpart in this case.
As you know, my clients declined the settlement offer.
Exactly.
So we're heading for the court.
- Some people can't be bought. - Pilar...
Well, that's why I asked for this meeting.
To be clear, we have withdrawn our offer. And it won't be offered again.
Fine.
I've done research into... Well, whatever you want to call this.
Transhumanism, or if you're "hubbies". It seems to be a global phenomenon.
Internet sites, festivals, associations and magazines.
These are printed and distributed in countries without our hubot legislation.
Are you familiar with any of these?
"Playbot", "Hub Love", "Trans Machine", "Hubot Secrets".
- Is it illegal to read them? - No...
But to print and distribute them, constitutes a crime of conspiracy.
In these you can find manuals to lift the Asimov restrictions, -
- and how to remove owner-ID. Anything you can think of.
Have we made these? You use this against us? You're on trial here.
Of course...
In our defense, we'd like to perform an independant examination of your hubots.
To find out if they're legal. What's their names... Rick and Bob... Bo.
There...
Will you throw it away.
Are you all right?
Just tear gas.
- How could this happen? - It will be investigated.
You never noticed anything about her?
Nothing that would lead me to believe this.
And you work at EHURB...
How many hubots have you mistaken for human?
None.
I heard you got him and closed the investigation.
That's right.
He will soon surface in our bomb investigation. He drove the owner's car.
Isn't EHURB under enough strain as it is, with the personnel issues?
Check the necks of your people too.
I want to talk to you.
I'm done talking for today.
If you're to stay with us, something like this cannot happen again. Ever.
What I say goes. We behave, like I say we behave.
- Do you understand that? - Yes.
Vera!
Her real name is Mimi.
Oh?
The food was okay?
- Nice restaurant you picked out. - Don't you think?
I can tell, you don't believe a word I said.
But honey. Independant hubots? That sounds like... I don't know.
Anita is a machine. You can input any information into her.
She comes from this David. She's one of his liberated hubots.
That's what her mark means. You've seen it.
It's so cool. All hubots disappeared and no one's found them. Until now.
- Anita was found, it seems. - Yeah...
Maybe all of them are converted, like she is.
You don't think we should do something about this?
No.
Hello, Vera.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
What?
Grandfather's had a heart attack.
Now we'll talk, you and I.
Do you hear me?
Can you hear? Do you speak Swedish?
I want a lawyer...
That's enough for now. If you want him alive, he needs to rest now.
- What are you doing? - You rest.
- What are you doing? - I'm getting out of here.
From us?
From you.
And from you.
- No... - Yes.
Where are you going?
I'm going back... To be with a real family with children, just as it once was.
To do what I'm meant to do.
I don't understand.
I have made up my mind. I can't stand it another second.
And this time...
This time, you won't tell!
Do you understand?
Yes...
Goodbye, Gordon.
Let her go.
I must say, I'm deeply impressed with the actions of Lennarts hubot.
Without her, it would have gone... Well, to hell, put simply.
I just did my job.
Very few humans, if any, would have done the same.
Thank you.
The positive side of this, is that we're prepared, so it won't happen again.
I'll be back later.
That's the guy they picked up.
Run it again.
Stop there.
A few frames back.
A few more.
A few more. Not that bloody far!
Sorry...
- Can you enlarge it? - No.
Three.
Hell, Roger. We should go out sometime and grab a beer.
Hook up with some chicks. I know the meat markets.
- You do? - Yeah.
And hunt like lions, you know, a team.
Not picking the primes, just older or chubby ones.
It's the female lions that does the hunting.
- You're kidding. - No.
And the males do what? - Roger, someone to see you.
- Me? - Yes. Down in the lobby.
- Who is it? - No idea.
- How are you? - Fine.
I can tell you don't like your work much, and I'm trying to relocate you, but it's...
- I like it here. - You do? That's good.
You know my door is always open if you any problems.
Sure, sure. - Hello, Roger.
I left my man yesterday, and he didn't care much for that.
- Are you married? - Cohabitant. His name is Ove.
I didn't know you...
No... Since I didn't love him, I didn't want to talk about him.
You think I should go back to him?
No, why? Of course you shouldn't.
I'm so scared of him.
I've got no place to stay.
Will you take care of me? If I leave Ove.
Of course.
And you won't change your mind tomorrow? Or in a week, or a year?
No, never.
He threatened to kill me.
Bastard...
I don't dare go anywhere. I'll wait here for you, then we go home.
Then we go home.
It'll be all right.
Normally I'd like you to stay for another week, -
- but with magnificent Vera by your side, I thought I'd release you today.
You know you have a private health and life insurance?
I signed it when my wife was still alive.
Don't know why I thought she would outlive me, but...
It grants you a digital clone. You had one made?
What's that?
A scan, with voice print and profiling, to make a hubot copy.
The hubot is not included but the digital clone is and that's worth $30.000.
Why would I?
For the surviving relatives. Grandkids, great grandkids. It doesn't hurt to have.
Strange...
Now you know and if you're going to use it, I recommend doing it soon.
And maybe I should tell you...
It could be a valuable asset for medical research.
Malte is here.
Hello?
Hello.
- What are you doing here? - We have to talk.
- I thought we'd lay low. - And we are.
- Okay... - Heard anything from Bea?
Yeah... We talked... It was cool...
A knew a girl would spell trouble. They're so fucking sensitive.
Seriously, Roger. I'm worried. She wasn't there when we did it.
- I'm afraid she'll talk. - I think it's cool.
It's not cool. Nothing's cool anymore.
We're at war, get it!?
She's spilling her guts right now. I can fucking feel it all over.
I said I talked to her.
- She said what? - That it's cool.
Sometimes you're so fucking stupid, that I'd like to knock you out.
She's a fucking cop! And why doesn't she call me!?
I don't know.
Because she knows I'd see right through her.
How could I be so stupid as to believe in her? Fuck!
She's sitting out there.
What did you say?
She's sitting out there, in my car.
- Why didn't you say that right away? - I don't know...
What the fuck is going on?
- How the hell did you know I was here? - Malte, I didn't...
Now, you're the one telling me what the fuck is going on!
Okay... Put it down.
Shit, Malte. Put it away, please.
Malte?
Me and Roger are quitting.
We've done it, it's enough and we're quitting now.
- We can't do it anymore. - We're on a different path together.
- We don't want to see you again. - Put it down, Malte.
Therese and Pilar hadn't told me, so I wasn't prepared. We were screwed.
And all I say is...
Wonderful.
Oh?
I didn't have much faith in this, but you made me falter for awhile.
I'm sorry.
Forget about it.
I have the sloppy movers to attend to, and the feud about the pine tree.
How about a criminal defense case?
- What did you say? - I don't know much, but...
Military intelligence wants you to represent someone in their custody.
HOW ALIKE WILL THE CLONE BE?
Well, hello.
I thought we could fool around a bit, you and I.
If you're up to it.
Thank you.
Tobbe. Can we talk?
No, thanks.
I don't want to shout out here. Could you let me in?
- How are you, buddy? - Why?
Is it grandad? He'll be fine.
Is it... that thing in the bookcase?
I'm lousy at throwing stuff away.
- You hid it and it was opened. - Yes, well. Yes...
But it's not so strange to save it... in case... not now, but...
- Tobbe, I don't know. - And now it's gone.
Yes, but I haven't used it.
- You haven't? - No! That would be totally...
Sick.
Yes.
It is sick.
Totally fucking sicko...
- Have you..? - No, I haven't but...
There's something wrong with me.
Okay...
I need help, or something.
- Help to..? - Don't you get that I can't tell you?
It's about how you feel about Anita, and stuff?
We can get rid of her.
I won't make any difference.
I will get someone you can talk to, who knows about this. A professional.
And don't tell anyone. Not even to mom. Promise me that.
Absolutely. This is between us, Tobbe.
The arrested man. Him. Is currently in isolation.
He's in bad shape and the speculations about what he is, has been running wild.
We don't know. He's currently being examined by specialists.
He has connections to the murders.
Due to the event at EHURB yesterday, -
- all personnel, in all departments, will be subject to control measures.
Officially, the exposed unit, claiming to be Beatrice Novak, -
- has been dismissed on the grounds of deception against the state.
- Bea? - I'll be out soon, honey.
"The rich dress of friendly verdure,"
"has adorned dale and meadow."
"Now the mild breezes gently touch the herb fields."
"And the light of the sun, and the whispering of the grove,"
"and the murmur of waves against willow,"
"proclaim that summer is here."
"Their happiness and summer calm, the whirling birds are praising."
"From the bushes of the woods, from their quiet nests..."
The police, please.
What do you think will happen now..?
If I can't feel anything.
Huh?
They never imagined that we one day would copy ourselves and give it life.
I'm talking about our friends, the hubots. "Machines", many say.
In that case, these machines save our lives, take care of our children.
And execute the dangerous tasks, so we won't have to.
They're machines that dream and yearn.
200 years ago, the same was said about the population in Africa.
It was said, they lacked a spritual life. That they were like machines.
That you could own them, and that they'd work until they break.
Today, in disgust, we look upon slavery and the view of human life at that time.
- How will they look upon us in 200 years? - Wait up now, Åsa. With all due respect.
Hubots are machines, open one up and see for yourselves.
So what's the difference between us and the animals? Just open us up and look.
So, let us pray.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name."
To compare this machine to humans 200 years ago is disrespectful. To us and God.
Get him out of here. He doesn't belong here with us.
"Our Father in heaven..." - Stop it. Leave him alone.
Gordon, run!
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