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The buttons are symbolic mostly anyway.
[button hums]
See, this is your job now.
You're in charge of everything here.
Uh, the temperature, the lighting,
what time the alarm clock goes off in the morning.
If there's no food in the refrigerator.
You... You're in charge of ordering it.
- for who? - for real you.
- She's paying. - Where is real me?
Taking a nap. In the bedroom. Top right.
[gasps]
I don't want to be in here.
I don't want to be in here.
I don't want to be in here!
- [toaster pops] - [Matt] Hey.
Just how you like it.
- [screams] - OK.
Please stop screaming. Are you going to stop screaming?
Are you going to stop screaming? No. OK.
[silence]
I'm sorry. I had to mute you. It...
[no audio]
- Oh, sorry. - [Greta cookie panting]
Look. It'll be much easier if you just comply.
I'm not doing this.
I'm not some sort of push-button toaster monkey.
- Would you prefer to do nothing? - Well, I'm not doing this!
Right. Well, nothing it is then. Let me show you what that is like.
Three weeks sound good? That should give you a taste.
What do you mean, three weeks?
If you just wait for a... Just...
- What about now? - [gasps]
Please. Don't do that again.
Please. There's nothing to do here. There's nothing. There's just...
I mean, there's nothing.
- I did warn you. - I couldn't even sleep.
You don't need sleep. Ready to go to work?
Oh, no, no. No, I'm not. Definitely not doing that.
- OK. Well, have six months. - No. Wait, wait!
[Matthew] See, the trick of it lay in breaking them
without letting them snap completely, if you get me.
Too much time in solitary and they'd just wig out.
No use to anyone, then you'd just sell them cheap
to the games industry, they become
cannon fodder for some war thing.
[Matthew continues eating toast]
- How are we feeling now? - [gasps]
[panting] Please.
Give me something to do.
Ready to work?
Yes. Yes, please.
I'll do anything.
I'll do anything, just give me something to do, please.
- [footsteps approaching] - OK.
Great toast, by the way.
Hey.
Is it set up?
You are all set and ready to go.
You know, as I was coming here, I saw this guy with his shirt off,
riding a horse in the middle of the street.
- How weird. - [chuckles] I swear to God.
[electronic hums and beeps]
[ Rossini: "The Thieving Magpie"]
[computerized voice] Good morning, Greta. Here are today's appointments.
11am: hair with Stelios.
12.30: Lunch at Barney's Brasserie with Annabel.
3pm: Jackanape Gallery private view, Shoreditch.
6.30: Christmas drinks with Paolo.
7.30: The Nutcracker, Royal Opera House.
That's slavery.
- A little melodramatic, isn't it? - But she thought she was real.
- But she wasn't. - It's barbaric.
It wasn't really real, so it wasn't really barbaric.
Again, you are not who I expected.
Most people would say,
"She's only made of code, she's not real. Fuck her."
But you're empathetic.
- You care about people. - Well, don't you?
You're a good man.
Am I?
Based on how you've reacted to what I've said, yeah.
I can tell you're kind.
I'm not a good man.
A good man who's done bad things?
You can tell me about it.
I've done stuff in my life I'm not proud of.
I can't pretend I haven't.
Was it something to do with your family?
Wife?
Girlfriend?
[chuckles]
It's just us here.
Her dad never liked me.
He never liked me.
Bloody cold, isn't it? Come on.
Beth. Bethany.
[Beth] Dad, what now?
It gets dark about six.
- We won't be that long! - Hold on. Let me put my glove on.