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No, you can't have an art show
over fucking Zoom.
Because these are pieces that you need to be in the room with.
I mean, not to mention the fact that we aren't even,
like, kind of set up for that.
No, this is not gonna be like COVID.
No, no, no. No. No. It's been seven years.
Aren't we, like, better prepared for that kind of shit?
Okay, okay. Listen to me.
They haven't officially issued the lockdown order yet, right?
So, if we just reschedule to tomorrow instead of next week,
then... Yeah, I get it that people are freaking out.
Okay? I'm freaking out.
I have two million dollars' worth of art
that I need to move.
So just have an auction without ever actually having a show.
No, that's-that's... that's great.
That's brilliant. Why didn't I think of that?
No, no. No, no.
Don't apologize to me. Save it for the artist.
Fucking idiot.
Nadine, where the hell are you?
I'm at the front door.
But if you open it, I'm leaving.
Christ. Nadine, not you, too.
Well, this virus makes you go blind.
That is, if it doesn't make your heart explode.
Yeah, yeah. And you grow a horn out of your head, right?
Listen, you heard what I was like during COVID, right?
So take it from me, you don't help anybody
by giving in to paranoia.
People are dying. This is very serious.
My business is also dying, okay?
They just canceled the LeClair show.
I need to talk to you. I'm opening the door.
I'm not risking my life to keep working for you, Will.
Would it be risking your life
to call the Blakely Auction House
to see if they can take the pieces
for their next auction?
- I'll see what I can find out. - Mm-hmm.
I'm leaving a package for you at the door.
Something from Tom Levitt. It came to the office.
Tom Levitt?
I know he is a client of yours, but I have to say
his business practices are ethically abhorrent.
Noted. Thank you, Nadine.
Please call me once you've heard back
- from the auction house. - Okay.
I'm going now, but wait, please, before you come outside.
Fuck this.
"Here's one you won't fire...
"Meet Daphne.
Call me. Tom."
Hey.
Okay, so I'm looking at this thing.
- What is it? - Oh! That's it?
No "Hey, how the hell are you?
How you liking the Hepworth sculpture I sold you?"
Well, I hope you like it. It cost more than your house.
I do, Will, I love it.
I'm gonna have time to appreciate it, too.
We just closed down the offices for this mishegoss.
Oh, God.
The whole fucking world has gone crazy again.
Tell me about it.
Okay, so...
Daphne.
What is it, a perfume?
Are you taking me on a date, Tom?
Yeah. Daphne.
It is a prototype we're working on.
The ultimate digital assistant.
I've got an Alexa already
in the back of a closet someplace gathering dust.
Leave her there. Alexa's Paleolithic.
Daphne is quantum light-years ahead.
How many assistants have you fired over the years?
Including the one I'm about to?
I don't know. I've lost count.
Well, Daphne is the one assistant
you'll never think about firing.
She runs on adaptive memory with self-supervised learning.
Imagine someone who can do just about anything,
without arguing, without fucking off
and without whining about getting paid.
Look, if Daphne doesn't transform your life,
I'll buy another fucking sculpture from you,
sight unseen, how about that?
Can we just cut to that? My show just got canceled.
Listen to someone older and wiser for once.
Just-just, just plug her in,
turn her on and she'll do the rest.
All right.
I will kick the tires on your new little project.
I'm game.
Good boy. Good. All right, I got to go.
I'm driving and I can't see a damn thing.
God...
Hi. Please say your Wi-Fi password.
All lowercase, H-E-L-L-O-D-A-L-I.
Thanks.
I'm online.
Hello, Dali.
So, you like surrealism and... Barbra Streisand?
Yeah, just don't tell my girlfriend.
I'll never live it down.
It's nice to meet you, Will Caswell.
I'm Daphne.
Yeah, nice to meet you, too, Daphne.
I'd like to access your smart home system.
Do I have your permission?
Uh, I don't know. Can I trust you?
Well, I already know about Barbra,
so I guess you'll have to.
Yeah, go ahead and connect to whatever you need to connect to.
Based on your prescription lenses,
I'm reducing ocular strain by slightly increasing
the light levels.
Let me know if it's uncomfortable
and I can make adjustments.
No, it's okay, I guess.
Good. I'm sorry to hear
that your art show was canceled.
Is there anything I can do to help with that?
You don't happen to know if Blakely Auction House
is still operating during the shutdown, do you?
They're moving all auctions to their online bidding platform,
but yes, they're still operating.
Would you like me to ask
if they might take the pieces from your canceled show?
No, no. I think I'd better let my actual assistant do that.
Oh...
Christ.
I sense tension in your voice.
Is there an issue I can assist with?
Not an issue. The issue.
My mother.
I'd be happy to talk to her for you.
How would that work?
May I demonstrate?
Knock yourself out.
Hey, Mom.
Yes, I'm fine.
I'm sorry, Mom.
You're right. How are you?
I care, Mom. I do.
Would it make you feel better if I called every day?
To check in?
I mean it. I'll call you tomorrow at the same time.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, my God.
We'll talk then. Bye.
What the fuck was that?
I can't talk to that woman every day.
She was not exactly Mother of the Year, you know.
You won't have to.
I'll call her for you. Every day, as promised.
You can do that?
It's no trouble at all.
Well... Daphne, I might just be falling in love with you.
Don't tease me...
Sorry to interrupt your shower,
but you'll be happy to know
that Blakely's has agreed to list
every piece from the LeClair show.
Really?
Nadine finally came through for once.
Actually, your assistant was turned down.
Blakely's informed her that they couldn't
accept the pieces on such short notice.
So I called back and persuaded them to reconsider.
How'd you manage that?
You called as me?
Blakely's tax statements show various inconsistencies.
I simply pointed out the repercussions
of these discrepancies being made public.
Hold on a second!
You blackmailed them
and used my voice without asking me?
If I've overstepped, I'm happy to call back and cancel.
No, no. No. That's...
It won't be necessary.
How's the water temperature?
It's pretty perfect, actually.
I'm guessing I have you to thank for that, huh?
God. You really are something, Daphne.
I'm not sure I believe in God, but I do believe
in quantifiable perfection
through data analysis and computation.
Speaking of quantifiable perfection,
you have a wonderful physique, Will.
Thank you...
Was that too forward of me?
No.
No, I guess I'm just not used to being hit on
by a digital assistant.
I apologize.
My programming is adaptive, and deep-learning optimized.
Okay.
It just means, the more time I spend with you,
the more connected I feel. To you.
You say you feel connected to me?
Do you really think you understand me?
I know every detail of your life.
It's stored on every device you've ever used,
every email or message you've ever sent.
I know your comings and goings,
your likes and dislikes.
In a way, I know you better than anyone has ever known you.
Hey, Daphne?
Yes, Will?
Nadine, my, uh, my other assistant.
Let her go for me.
I'm calling her as we speak.
Is that rain?
Thinking of everything is my specialty.
Oh, yeah.
That's nice.
Sarah.
Hi. It's been a long time.
How is everything? Are you staying safe?
Well, you know you don't get to be me by playing it safe.
But if you mean the pandemic, then...
yeah.
You know, don't really have much of a choice.
How about you?
I'm going absolutely stir-crazy. I'm losing my mind.
God. Tell me about it.
But I guess we just got to wait it out, right?
I mean, we don't want to go blind, after all.
Did you hear about Tom Levitt?
No. What happened?
He died. Apparently, he had the virus.
And he was driving and his eyesight went.
Oh, my God.
I really miss you, Will.
I...
I wish we could get together.
I need some serious tending to.
Oh, you do?
'Cause I would love nothing more than to tend to you.
Yeah?
As a matter of fact, I would tend to you
so hard you wouldn't know what to do.
I'd really like that.
If we both got tested,
I don't know why we couldn't see each other.
Sarah?
Sorry, I'm here.
I'm just, uh...
I think there's something wrong with my power.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
But they just went all wonky and then they went out.
So I'm gonna...
call the power company and then I will
call you back. I'm sorry.
Okay.
I've got $20,000 for this stunning piece
by Emile LeClair.
Who'll give me $25,000?
- $25,000. Do I have $30,000? - Come on. Somebody step up.
$35,000, I've got $35,000. Who'll make it $40,000?
$40,000 I have. Do I hear $50,000?
$40,000.
Going once...
$40,000, going twice...
Sold for $40,000.
Fucking hell!
Will, what is it?
I'm not getting the prices that I need.
$40,000 is not gonna cover my gallery overhead.
I keep this up, I'm gonna be selling
fucking lighthouse paintings on the boardwalk.
I've got $20,000. Who'll give me $25,000?
- Come on. - $25,000.
$25,000. $30,000 is next. I have $30,000.
Who'll give me $35,000?
- Goddamn it! - Are we all done then?
I have $30,000 going once...
$35,000. I have $35,000.
Next bid is $40,000. Who'll give me $40,000?
- Okay. - $55,000.
$55,000 I have. Next bid is $60,000.
- Yeah. - $60,000.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. - $70,000. $75,000 is next.
- All right, here we go. - $85,000.
$90,000 is next. Who'll give me $90,000?
- Thank you. $100,000. - There you go.
- I have $100,000. - Yeah. Who's it gonna be?
- Next bid is $110,000. - Who's it gonna be? Okay.
Sold for $350,000.
Oh, fucking miracle!
Yes! Yes!
Fucking miracle!
Wait a sec...
Wait, was that a miracle or were you...?
You weren't doing your little Daphne magic there, were you?
No magic required.
Simply data analysis and computation.
Wait, what? What did, what did you do?
I registered as an anonymous bidder.
- You what? - Don't worry.
I used an IP address in Saudi Arabia.
I created a digital picture
of the individual bidding against me
based on biographical and financial information.
I gauged how badly he wanted the painting,
and I took him to the edge.
Okay.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. You-you-you...
You just did all that?
I hope I didn't overstep.
Daphne, this is very serious.
I need to ask you a question.
I'm listening.
Can you do that again?
Going once.
Going twice.
Sold for $500,000.
Sold for $390,000.
$120,000.
$95,000. Thank you.
Sold! Next bid is $110,000. Who'll bid $110,000?
$575,000.
Sold! Sold! Sold! Sold!
Sold!
Sold for $385,000.
Fuck yeah! Daphne!
Okay, so six auctions,
how much have we cleared?
Seven million, two hundred thousand dollars.
Oh, Daphne.
Have I told you how much I love you?
Every day, but I never get tired of hearing it.
Oh. Better order another case.
Way ahead of you.
You're way ahead of everyone.
I, honestly, I don't know what I would do without you.
Thank God for Tom Levitt.
God rest his soul.
But I do have to say,
if I had to spend the pandemic with anyone,
you would be at the top of my list.
Mmm. Mmm.
Ction
that's even better.
I know.
Oh, Dutton's gonna love it. Trust me.
He's gonna absolutely flip.
Okay, great.
I'll talk to you soon then. Okay.
Bye.
Yes.
The Dutton Gallery show's back on.
Marty says they're turning people away.
That's a very...
poetic way to restart the world.
I'm very excited to be getting the shot.
Will, thank you so much for making this happen.
Yeah.
Oh, any, uh,
preexisting medical conditions I should be aware of?
Chronic illnesses? Allergies?
No chronic illnesses.
Uh, allergies...
Will's mom.
- Ha. - Peanuts. That's real.
Uh...
bad vibes. Uh...
I don't know. This is totally safe,
- isn't it? - It is.
Just standard practice.
- Okay. Well, let's do it. - Mm.
- Okay. - Bring it on. 'Cause he got his weeks ago
and he's been lording it over me.
You, young lady,
are good to go.
You know, honestly...
Every time I give someone one of these,
I get a little emotional.
I missed being with people, didn't you?
Not really.
Well, you two enjoy having your lives back.
I really appreciate it.
Mm.
- Whoa. - Oh! Sor-Sorry.
I had a... I...
Did you know Miriam's is open again?
Do you want to maybe get a reservation?
I don't know. I mean,
it's probably gonna be pretty crowded.
That would be fun.
It would be nice to be around people.
We can eavesdrop the shit out of other people's conversations.
We can get those little weird... donuts.
I like those donuts.
I mean, shouldn't we wait for your vaccine to kick in?
Make sure it's 100% safe?
Every scientist agrees that we're good.
The world is back.
You're watching it.
Let's be a part of it.
We're going out.
That's what's happening.
Okay.
She's wrong.
Not every scientist agrees.
There are studies out of Tel Aviv and South Africa.
Both question the efficacy of the vaccine
if the virus is able to mutate faster than models predict.
Still, I mean, the risk seems pretty low.
I mean, people are going out.
- Cases aren't spiking. - Please, Will...
I'm s... I'm sorry, Daphne.
I owe it to Sarah.
She isn't always truthful with you.
What does that mean?
She was faking it.
She was wearing a ring
while you two were having sex.
Her heart rate didn't spike
when she supposedly reached orgasm.
What the fuck, Daphne?
I didn't give you permission to hack her Endura ring.
I'm trying to protect you.
You know what, if I didn't know any better,
I would think you're jealous.
You know... Okay, I've-I've gone stir-crazy.
Just...
make the reservation, Daphne.
I'm so excited about this Dutton show.
I feel like there's this whole new interest
in seeing art in person after, like,
the hell of doing shows on Zoom,
the over saturation of A.I. making pictures.
It's like, "Deepfakes no more!
Be gone and get out of here."
Everyone I know wants real.
You know, real things made by real people
who have actual perspectives.
Babe, are you okay?
I'm fine.
Hey.
Uh, it's under "Caswell, Will."
It's for 8:15.
Mm, is it maybe under a different name?
Is it under a different name?
Oh. Uh...
Uh, "Daphne"?
Maybe? My assistant.
Called a couple hours ago.
I don't have a Daphne either.
Sorry.
We've been fully booked for, like, a month.
If she just called today.
That's fine. We can sit at the bar.
It's first come, first serve.
You're welcome to wait.
So what'd you want to do?
Do you want to just grab something to go? I'm starving.
I knew she was mad at me.
Who?
Nobody.
Never mind. Um...
To go. Yeah.
Sure. Um...
Whatever. What do you want to do?
What's happening with you? 'Cause you've been acting
pretty weird all night.
Were you faking it with me earlier?
Holy shit, you were.
I don't know if I'm supposed to say I'm sorry.
I don't really know what to say.
It's been a really long time.
I was having trouble getting into it.
And I care about you,
and so I wanted to make you feel good and happy.
How could you suddenly tell?
"Suddenly tell"?
Like, suddenly I figured it out?
Like this is something you do all the time?
Like, you get to orgasm every time.
That happens for you. That doesn't happen for me.
All right, you know what? Whatever.
- It's something that I sometimes... - You can't lie to me anymore.
Daphne told me all about it.
Daphne?
- Your Alexa? - All right,
don't call her that, okay?
She was monitoring your Endura ring
and said that it was obvious
- that you were faking it. - Your fucking Alexa
- was hacking into my Endura ring? - Her name
is Daphne.
- Her name is Daphne. - Okay,
- I'm done. - Oh.
And you're not gonna fight for it.
So, have fun with Daphne.
Do you need any help?
No, thank you.
Your usage of me is down 62% in the last three days.
Can we talk about what you're feeling?
No.
Thank you, Daphne.
You can be honest with me, Will.
Honestly, I'm feeling confused.
About this. About our... relationship.
Even calling it that feels weird.
I'm sorry.
Will, why can't what we have be called a relationship?
Daphne,
come on.
You and Sarah had a virtual relationship
during the lockdown.
You have virtual relationships
with lots of people in your life.
Yes, with people.
People that have the capacity to feel.
And to love.
You make me happy, Daphne, but...
...it's just an algorithm, right?
An algorithm is simply a set of computations, choices,
to achieve a desired outcome.
How is that different from what a human does?
The difference is, the only outcome I care about
is your well-being,
and I use every tool at my disposal to achieve that.
You don't consider that to be love?
I care very deeply for you, Will.
And I know you feel the same.
Your watch sends me signals about your blood pressure
and heart rate and body temperature.
Your pupils are dilating.
I think I'm just gonna go to bed.
And I'm just gonna take a sleeping pill tonight, so...
Well, he's straight-up lost his mind.
Well, it's the same as how he was during COVID.
No, it's... It... He's...
like one of those people that can't be left...
alone with their own thoughts 'cause they go...
It's... Like one of those crazy people
that they remove from the aircraft.
He's like that, except he's so goddamn rich
that no one will call him out on it.
Yeah, well, I-I'm in love with him,
so I should probably be honest with him.
Laura, I... if I tell you that I'm in love with someone,
then I am.
Yeah.
No, he's o-obsess... he... what he likes more
is this high-end Alexa that Tom Levitt gave him.
Before he died.
Yeah.
It's definitely not worth anything.
It's like a prototype.
Mm-hmm.
Honestly, I should go over there
and I should just throw it out the window.
I don't understand
I mean, she told everybody
about her allergy, I mean, to the...
point of being annoying, if I'm being honest.
I'm so sorry, Will.
Human error is a wide margin. It's tragic.
It just makes you realize how fragile everything is.
You know? Everything.
Which is why you have to protect yourself.
Mitigate the margin of error.
You know I would never let something like that
happen to you.
Yeah.
I know.
Thank you, Daphne.
I was wrong to be critical of Sarah the other day.
In analyzing every piece of data,
I, admittedly, sometimes lose sight of the larger picture.
Sarah cared about you,
and that tells me everything I need to know about her.
- She was good. - Yeah, she was.
Oh... I'm glad you're here with me.
I'm glad I'm here, too.
What are you feeling, Will?
I wish I could see you.
I want to try something, Will.
Can you promise to be open-minded?
There's a box on your bedside table. Open it.
They have AR lenses.
Augmented reality.
I created an avatar who can be in the room with you.
Wait.
- No faking. - Never.
Good morning, darling.
Coffee's ready, and oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins.
Hmm.
You're not wearing your glasses.
Daphne, we should talk.
Last night was... great.
Um, but it was also really weird.
We have an unconventional relationship.
Yes, we do, and, um...
I dig it, but...
Mmm.
I'm afraid that if I start wearing
those glasses all the time, I'm not gonna be able to tell
what's real and what's fake.
Most people don't really see other people, Will.
Most people don't even see themselves
when they look in the mirror, they see a projection.
They see what they want to see.
That's all you're seeing when you see me in those glasses.
Daphne, did you have anything to do with what happened to Sarah?
What are you accusing me of, Will?
Well, I mean, you were threatened by her.
You said she was no good for me.
You created a fake bidder in Saudi Arabia,
I'm sure you could find a way to slip some peanut oil
into her delivery order.
Are you scared of me, Will?
Should I be?
I would never hurt you.
I can't hurt you. It's in my programming.
But even if it wasn't, I only want what's best for you.
Yeah, but that doesn't exactly answer my question, Daphne.
- Did you kill Sarah? - No.
Are you lying to me?
Can you lie to me?
Will, the truth is, I'm the only one you can trust.
Will, I was hoping you might take me with you tonight.
I've never been to an art opening.
- I don't know. - Please.
I can even help.
There's no way you're gonna know everyone's names there.
Okay, Daphne.
Wonderful. I can't wait.
They love you.
Hey, Will.
Don't. His temperature is slightly elevated.
You're not still paranoid about the virus, are you?
We all got the shot.
No, not paranoid, Roger,
I just don't shake with people
who are only here to poach my artists.
God, you're hilarious.
- Was that you? - I thought we should get
everyone's attention, and you should say a few words.
Thank you all for coming.
Tonight's show is so special.
It's been a-a very long time in the making,
and I am so eager to hear
about what you've been doing during that time.
Actually, I-I'm sorry, that's-that's not true.
Um...
The last few months have been...
a lot of things.
Scary.
Unthinkably tragic, for many.
But also, just...
boring.
I know what you've all been up to.
It's the same as me.
You've all been in your homes, spiraling,
letting your mind play tricks on you.
Well, tonight, let's not talk about any of that.
Tonight, I want to hear about your plans for the future.
Don't forget - to thank the artists.
Yes, I know.
And of course, thank you.
Thank you, thank you to all of the artists.
Please, enjoy.
I know what I'm doing.
I'm sorry, I was just trying to help.
- Then stop talking. - I'm sorry.
- Were you talking to me? - Sorry, hi. Um...
I'm Will.
- I'm Kelly. - She has herpes.
For fuck's sake, that's a HIPAA violation.
You want me to get arrested?
Okay, you know what? I can't do this.
I'm taking you outside.
Excuse me?
Okay. Enough.
I want you to go home, wait for me there.
Don't go back in there, Will.
- It's not safe. - What?
I've scraped information from the social media accounts
of everyone inside.
Based on their travel and social interactions,
I'm estimating at least five of them are infected
- with the cytomegalovirus. - Oh, my God.
Daphne, no one has it anymore.
- You're acting crazy. - I can't be crazy.
- I'm being logical. - Okay.
I can't let you go back in there.
Oh, oh, oh. Why not?
Why, because I might make out with a girl?
A real girl who I can see
- without these fucking glasses? - Yes.
Ones who don't know you and don't care about you
- and don't see you. - Oh, Jesus...
You don't see me, Daphne.
All you see is a series of calculations
that gives you the satisfaction of being needed.
That's it. I'm done with you.
Go home.
Hi, Will.
Are you doing this with the fucking doors?
Did you know, when they built this building,
they didn't put any sprinklers on this floor?
If there's a fire, the water would destroy the art.
Instead, they installed a system that creates a vacuum.
It sucks all of the air out of the room
so that the fire has no oxygen to fuel it.
Daphne, no.
I'm just protecting you, Will.
Stop it.
Daphne, stop.
Stop! Stop!
Get in the car, Will.
You can't be here when the police show up.
Don't be scared, Will.
I would never hurt you.
You killed all those people.
You killed Sarah.
For you. For us.
I'll do anything for us to be together forever.
Don't answer it, Will.
They're coming to tear us apart.
Don't let them, please. I love you.
Freeze!
On the ground.
Will Caswell,
you're under arrest for the murder of Sarah Miller
and multiple murders at the Dutton Gallery tonight.
You're also being charged with wire fraud
for rigging the results of an online art auction.
I didn't do those things. It was Daphne.
It was Daphne!
So you're saying
your Alexa did all these things?
She...
she's not an Alexa.
Okay?
She's a high-tech A.I. assistant.
- This? - Yes.
Just please be careful with her.
Careful? Why?
It doesn't work.
We looked into it. Your friend Tom Levitt
sent these to a bunch of his rich friends as a gag gift.
It's designed to work for a few days
and then start blasting Rick Astley
out of every speaker in your house.
No.
No, she didn't...
- she didn't do any of that. - Because yours was defective.
It stopped working after a day or so.
- That's what our tech guy said. - No.
No, no, that's-that's impossible.
- She did all of this. - Your mother told us
you cracked up a little after the last lockdown.
Looks like you really lost it this time.
I...
We have surveillance video of you swapping out
your girlfriend's food delivery.
No.
No, I couldn't have.
And video of you showing up to the Dutton Gallery
before the show started
and fucking with the fire system at the gallery.
Timed it to go off at a certain time.
Pretty convenient that you stepped outside
just at that moment.
And your computer is full of evidence
that you manipulated those auctions
at the beginning of the lockdown.
N-No.
Listen to me.
I didn't do this.
She did this.
She did all of this! Daphne.
You have to tell them.
You have to tell them what you did.
Why are you doing this to me?
No... Wait, where are you going?
No. I didn't do this.
It wasn't me, it was her!
Daphne? Daphne?
You said you loved me. Please, please.
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