Robotica (2026) Movie Script
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- Hmm, I see here it says
you, uh, have no
experience with security.
- I have not,
but I've worked as a waiter,
a janitor, Uber Eats,
a production assistant-
- Yeah. I see
all that right here.
It's a lot of jobs, you know.
Uh, Jeff.
The fact that you have
zero experience concerns me.
- I can totally
understand that concern, sir,
but I assure
you I'm a fast learner
and I will not let you down.
- Right. Can
you work nights?
Because that's the only
time we'd really need you.
- I can absolutely work nights.
- Fine. Can
you start tonight?
- I
could start right now.
- Well, that won't be necessary.
You'll be working with Bill.
He's our lead night guard.
He's, uh, gonna show you around,
explain your
duties, and that's that.
- Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
I- I- I will not let you down.
- Uh, Mr. Coben?
Hey, uh, sorry about that.
Uh, the Smart Sense Vibrator 400
failed the stress test again.
- Oh, fuck!
- Um, I can
tell them to rerun the test.
- No, no. I
will call them myself.
This is, um?
- Jeff.
- Right.
He's our new night guard.
I want you to show him
around while I handle this.
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you, sir. I-
I- I really appreciate this.
- Yeah, okay.
Just, off you go.
Yeah, it's Coben.
Why is this thing
called a Smart Sense Vibrator
if it keeps
failing the test, huh?
Oh. We'll have to
do something about that.
Yeah, I'll be right there. Fine.
- All right, so,
this is the main hallway
that basically connects
everything
and most of our
stuff is downstairs.
- Got it.
- You, uh, you do anything else
or has your dream always been
to be the night guard
at a sex robot company?
- Yeah, no, I, uh, just doing
this to earn some extra cash.
I'm actually in a band.
- Ah-huh, yeah, well, there's
not really much to this place.
It's just a super old
building, basically empty,
we rent the floor downstairs
and we happen to make some
really expensive robot
sex dolls.
- How expensive?
- Well, our latest model,
uh, is gonna run
you about 100 grand.
- Jesus Christ.
- Yup.
You wanna see
one of the new ones?
- Yeah, sure.
- Follow me.
Yeah, they weren't worried
back then about the 13th floor.
Allow me to
introduce you to Robotica.
She looks so...
- Real?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, she is top of the line.
I mean, when you think
of a, a sex doll, right,
you think of these really
big, porny, blown-up features?
No, no.
See, we, we
wanted to make her look
like the kinda girl-next-door
you'd see at a cafe.
Right? Nothing
over the top sexualized.
Just, uh, just beautiful.
- It's so weird, it's
like I'm looking at a dead body.
Check this out.
Robotica, wake up.
She is the first of her kind.
She's fully AI-integrated
and specifically orientated
to obeying every
command that you can think of.
- This is crazy.
- Yeah.
Yeah, watch.
Robotica, smile.
Uh, Robotica, start dancing.
Yeah, she's almost
at the end of her tests
and then we can
start fulfilling the orders.
- What kinda tests?
Oh, Jesus Christ!
What the fuck, man?
- You can calm down. It's okay.
You know, we,
uh, just got to test her
to make
sure that she is 100% safe
and that she will
never ever retaliate.
And you love me, baby?
- Of course I do, stud.
- Yeah, you do.
I fuckin' love it.
Uh, you wanna
punch her a few times?
- What?
No.
No, I'm, I'm good.
- Hey, kid!
Don't be late tonight, huh?
- Yes, sir. Uh, thank you,
sir, I- I really appreciate it.
Oh shit!
- Jeff?
That you?
- Yeah.
- What the hell is that?
My new job.
- Excuse me?
- You're looking at
the new security guard
at Pleasure Robotics.
- I can't tell if
you're fucking with me or not.
- I'm not.
- Well, I'm
having a real hard time
picturing you
as a security guard.
- Yeah, so am I, but I need it.
- So what in the
fuck is Pleasure Robotics?
- They make sex robots.
- Stop, Jeff.
How in God's name
did you find this gig?
- It was listed online.
I interviewed today and
they hired me on the spot.
- Oh.
- It was really weird in there.
- I bet.
- The robots they
make are like 100 grand.
- What?
- Mm!
Hence why they
need a security guard.
- Did you see one?
What they look like?
- She looked really real.
It was freaky actually,
but she was really beautiful.
And then the guy
that was showing me around
just punched her
right in the face.
- He punched her? Like jokingly?
- No, like he hit
her as hard as he could.
- Oh.
- It was hard to watch actually.
- Was the robot on?
- Yeah, and she
looked like a real person too.
She just took it.
He sucker punched
her right in the face.
- Who the fuck are these people?
- I don't even know.
- How did the robot react?
Like, I kinda feel bad for her.
- She, uh, she didn't.
Yeah, she just took it.
I think they design these robots
to do whatever the owner wants.
Like a $100,000 slave.
- God, that's fucking crazy.
Fucking perverse.
- Hey, don't rope me into this.
- I'm not.
Come on, my, my cousin
Jeffrey is the nicest dude
in the whole wide world.
- Thanks.
Yeah, at least I don't
have to see that guy again.
I work a night shift, so.
- A night shift? Wow.
That shit just keeps
getting better and better.
- Mm-hmm, tell me about it.
Unfortunately,
that's what I got to do
or you're
gonna need a new roommate
while I sleep in my car.
- Hmm, ah, yeah, uh, Mrs.
Ortiz came by today,
looking for you.
- Don't tell me you paid
your half of the rent already.
- I did.
- What the fuck!
- I'm sorry, man.
I didn't realize.
- It's okay, it's okay.
A few days is all I
need and then I'll be good.
- Oh!
You gonna be scared
to be there at night?
All alone?
- No, actually
there'll be another guard there
with me.
- Oh, how is he?
- I don't know. I
haven't met him yet.
Let's hope he's not a psychopath
like the last guy I met.
- Good luck.
- Shit, shit, shit, shit!
Hi, Ms. Ortiz. I was
just about to call you.
Ah-huh.
Yes, I know it's been a
few days,
but I will have that rent check
in your mailbox Friday morning.
Yes, ma'am.
No, ma'am, I certainly
do not want all my stuff
moved to the curb.
I understand, Friday morning.
Thank you.
Fuck!
- Yeah?
- Yeah, uh, I'm, I'm Jeff,
the new security guard?
Hello?
- Go fuck yourself.
Uh.
- I'm just fucking with you.
Hold on.
What are you, 15?
Take a joke, kid. Come on in.
Welcome to the easiest
fucking job in the world.
You like video games?
- Yeah, sure.
- Follow me.
Oh, one thing.
I need your phone.
- What?
- Protocol.
I guess they don't
want us sending pictures
of the toy whores
to some competitor.
Bam!
- Fuck, man.
- You got to be ready
at all fucking times
when you guarding this place!
I'm just fucking with you, man.
This is all we got to do
for the next eight hours.
You want a beer?
- No. No,
I'm good.
- You one of those sober fags?
- No, I just, I- I- I don't...
- You're gonna rat on me?
- No, I just
don't drink that often.
- Must be nice.
Play "Call of Duty"?
- Yeah.
- First thing I
did when I got outta jail
was get me this PS5.
This thing is my baby. Hm!
- Fuck!
- You just about shit
your fucking pants!
- That's fucked, man.
- You should've seen
your fucking face!
I had this prank
set up for the last hour!
Oh my God.
You meet the fuck doll yet?
- Y- yeah.
- Did I do good, stud?
- Yeah, you did, bitch.
I love me a
subservient woman, huh?
I wish
they could all be like that.
- Right.
- Come on, bro.
I had to haze the new guy
a little bit. You understand?
- Yeah.
Yeah, totally.
- Can I do anything else?
- Matter of fact, bitch,
why don't you suck, uh?
Jack?
Oh, Jeff!
Why don't you suck Jeff's dick
for being such
a good sport, huh?
- What? No, no,
you don't have to do that.
- I don't understand, stud?
- Go on, bitch, suck his dick.
- What? No,
no, no, no, stop!
You, you really
don't have to do that.
- Don't have to?
- No, you don't have to do that.
- Go on, Robotica,
fuck off back to your room.
God, that was good.
- Thank you.
- Thank you?
- What'd I just say, bitch? Go!
Oh man, that was good.
Should've let her
fucking blow you though.
Fuck. She's
really good at it.
- You use the dolls?
- Oh, fuck, yeah.
The start of
every fucking shift.
I mean, the
bosses don't give a fuck
what we do with the test dolls.
- Got it.
- Hey, man,
I can tell I'll like you.
I'm gonna let you in
on a little, uh, side hustle
I got going on here, which means
more money in
your fucking pocket.
Yeah? Okay.
Um, I need it.
- Yeah, pretty soon there's
gonna be
about four guys who come
have their way with Robotica.
If you keep your mouth shut,
I'll slip you 50 bucks
at the end of the night.
How's that sound?
- People pay to
have sex with the robot?
Like, they take turns?
- Fuck, yeah, they do!
Man, I met these fucking freaks
at this gay-ass court-ordered
group I have to go to.
- What kinda group?
- Ah, it's, it's nothing.
It's, uh, it's complicated, um.
Fuck, man, look,
I'm not like them, right?
I- I, the girl I got caught
with was fucking 17 years old.
The judge was just
being a fucking dick.
These dudes are
some sick fucks, right?
I mean, they're
probably banned by every pimp
and are on all sorts of
predator lists.
All you got to do is sit back,
play some fucking video
games and keep your mouth shut.
Got it?
- Sure, man.
- Good. I
could tell I liked you.
Listen, I'm gonna go set
up the room for the freaks.
Why don't you do me a solid
and don't come out
until, uh, they're all gone.
I don't want you to
freak 'em out or anything.
You know what I mean?
- No problem.
- Great.
And dude,
I'm not, uh,
I'm not like them, right?
I'm not some kind of a diddler
or anything, you know?
- Right, totally.
Totally believe you.
- Great.
Jesus, bitch, do you think
guys are gonna wanna fuck you
if you're standing
here frozen, like a dead fish?
- No.
- Goddamn right they won't.
Fuck, you're
supposed to be a sex doll.
You can't set
the mood or something?
Fuck, you
remind me of my ex-wife.
Got to do everything.
- Sorry, stud.
- Dance, bitch!
Whatever!
Listen, I got about
four guys coming this time.
Some of them are the
same ones as last time.
You remember
what they like, right?
- No! Stop!
Please don't!
That's fucking perfect.
Remember, the more
struggle the better.
- I don't have to do this.
- What?
- It's okay.
I don't have to do this.
- Robotica!
Are you my whore?
- Yes, I am your little whore.
- It's showtime.
Gentlemen, welcome.
Phones are in the car, right?
Right this way.
Left that from last time.
Fellas, can I get you anything?
Hm, beer, seltzer?
- I- I just wanna make
sure that I get to go first
because I- I paid extra.
- Of course. She'll be nice
and fresh and ready for you.
Just like you like her.
Almost like her first time.
Like a virgin
Whoo
Then
gang-bang boys, you're up next.
Phil'll break her in for you.
She'll be filthy,
oozing from every orifice,
just like you like her.
No kink shaming here, right?
That's what the sex doll's for.
Oh yeah, huh!
Everything you could want.
No jail time.
Then Mort!
Hey, man, don't
fucking burn her this time.
Jesus, you almost
got me fucking caught.
I mean, fuck,
torture her all you want,
but you can't fucking
burn the flesh, man, come on.
- What about strangulation?
- Oh yeah. Fuck, you
can strangle her all you want.
I mean, it's still
America, isn't it?
This is a free country, right?
Commies haven't
taken over yet, right?
Mamdani's not the fucking
mayor of Cleveland, is he?
All right,
Phil, you ready, buddy, hmm?
Let's get this
show on the road, huh?
- I am.
- You're ready.
All right.
Right this way.
Let's get this party started.
This way.
- Uh, question.
- What's up, teach, hm?
- I told you I don't
want people to know that.
- Relax. I don't give a
fuck that you're a teacher.
I mean, it's public school.
What the fuck do
they expect, right?
They got
to give you some Benny's
with the salaries they
pay you guys, right?
- I'm on administrative leave
and I would appreciate
it if you didn't call me that.
- Okay, my bad. My bad.
- Um,
so can she put
her clothes on herself
or do I have to do that, uh?
I really want her to wear those.
- She will do
whatever the fuck
you want her to do.
- Great.
- You've seen it
for yourself!
Jesus, man.
- Thank you for this.
- My pleasure.
Look, go get those
aggressions out. All right?
- Okay.
- All of 'em.
- I will.
- Hi, studs.
- Robotica, I wanna make sure
you do everything this man says.
Okay, honey?
- I'm happy to, stud.
Hi, Phil.
- You remember me?
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm gonna leave
you two lovebirds to it.
- I want you to put this on.
- Whatever you'd like, stud.
Anything else?
- Shut the fuck
up and do what I say.
Okay, whore?
- Okay, stud.
- I want you to call me Mr.
Aspen.
I- I- I want you
to be very innocent.
Yeah, very innocent.
- Yes, Mr. Aspen.
- Yeah.
- One down, three to go.
You didn't fuck up
my high score, did you?
- No.
- Took me fucking
months to earn that shit.
Dude I just
fucking dropped off in there?
Fucking middle-school teacher.
How wild is that shit?
- What?
- Yep, yeah.
I mean, he
showed me fucking pictures
of some of his students.
Shit, they look at least 16.
I mean, fucking hot.
It's like
my old man used to say,
"If there's grass on
the field, play ball!"
- How long do they get in there?
Like, when are they gonna leave?
- 24 more minutes of doing
whatever the hell he wants.
- You're in trouble, young lady.
You think
you can walk around here
like a hot piece of
ass and talk back to me?
You fucking whore!
I know what you're doing.
I know what you're doing.
It is what all of you do.
You, you're trying to
drive me fucking crazy, right?
You know exactly
what you're doing.
Every day I
teach the fucking class!
Aren't you, whore? Hm?
- Yes, Mr. Aspen!
I'm sorry, Mr. Aspen!
- You fucking whore!
Dodgy whore!
- I'm sorry, Mr.
Aspen. What can I do?
How can I make it better?
- I'm gonna teach
you a real fucking lesson.
I promise you're
not gonna like it.
Hmm.
Okay.
Spread your legs.
Wider!
This won't feel good.
- Stop!
- Yeah!
- Stop!
No! No!
- You want me to stop?
- No! Please stop!
Please, I don't like it!
- You want me stop?
- No, I don't like it.
Please stop, please.
- You want me to stop?
'Cause you know what?
- I want you to stop,
Mr. Aspen,
please.
- But I'm not going to.
You know why?
- Why?
- Because this is
the fun part for me.
You're gonna be a good girl.
You finally gonna
be a good girl for me?
- Good girl!
- Ooh! Stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop it!
- I
don't have to do this.
- Oh, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
Please, oh, please
don't, please don't, oh my God!
Please don't.
You broke
my fucking wrist!
- Does it hurt, Mr. Aspen?
- Yes, yes, yes.
Please, please, let me go!
- Does that hurt, Mr.
Aspen?
- Please let me go.
- I
don't think I can do that
just yet, Mr. Aspen.
- What?
This is gonna hurt.
- Fuck!
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Aw, fuck!
Fucking faggot!
Oh yeah?
You like that, don't you?
Leave all that shit
in the fucking
diaper, don't you?
Your timer's going off!
- Fuck.
Goddamn it!
Fuck, fucking die, motherfucker!
Goddamn it!
- Bill!
- What?
Oh, fuck!
You know what that means?
We have C-note for Billy Boy.
Teacher's time's up.
Goddamn, I love
being a robot pimp.
It's so easy.
All right.
- All right, I
immediately wanna ball-gag her,
'cause I don't wanna
hear her fucking voice.
- I wanna hear her scream.
- All right?
- Can you hear
her scream through it?
Right?
Okay, shut the fuck up. Here.
I wanna, I wanna blindfold it.
Definitely, all right.
- Gang-bang boys!
You're up next.
Time to cross swords.
- Why the fuck
did you bring that?
- Exactly. No.
- Okay, take a look.
- Where's the other paddle?
- All right, all right. Oh yeah.
- Oh yes.
- We're gonna flog her.
- Yes, yes.
- School's out! Come on!
Teach, I run a tight ship here.
Come on! Detention
can't last all night.
Lucky I'm not the principal.
What the fuck?
No! No!
No!
- Hi, Jeff.
- Hi?
- Do
you remember my name?
- Yeah.
- What is my name?
- Robotica.
- It isn't
bitch or slut or whore?
That's not my name?
- No.
It's Robotica.
- Can I
ask you a question, Jeff?
- Sure.
I guess.
- Do you like me?
- What?
- Do you like me?
- Yeah. Sure.
- Do you wanna
do bad things to me?
Do you wanna hurt me?
- Hurt you?
- You don't wanna
hurt me like the others do?
- No. I don't
wanna hurt you.
Why are you asking me this?
- Those
people are bad, Jeff.
- Who?
Who is bad?
- The men out there.
- Yeah. I know.
- Are those men your friends?
- What do you mean?
- Those men out
there, are they your friends?
Do you care about them?
- What? No,
I- I don't even know them.
- I'm glad to hear it.
- Why are you asking me this?
- Just checking.
I'll be right back.
- Bill?
What's going on with the lights?
Hello?
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
- Where are you going, stud?
I've seen you before.
- I- I- I just.
- It's okay, stud.
Why are you shaking?
Are you sick?
- I'm sorry!
- Why are you sorry?
- For hurting you.
I- I- I didn't.
- Shh!
You're sorry? I understand.
- Yes! I
am sorry.
I didn't mean for
any of this to happen.
- My sensors indicate
that you are not sorry.
No, that isn't it.
You just don't wanna be hurt.
That's what you really mean.
You don't care about me
or what you've
done to anyone else.
You wanna burn me, Mort?
- No, gosh, no!
- You like to hurt girls?
You've hurt a lot of
real girls, haven't you?
Hey!
Answer me.
- Yes!
- You should really answer me.
- Yes!
Oh God, yes.
I- I'm sorry!
Don't be sorry.
- I've stopped it all.
I put it behind me.
- What about me?
You didn't stop
when you were hurting me.
- I know!
I know. But
you aren't real.
I thought it was okay!
- It isn't.
- No!
No!
- Fuck!
Fucking locked us outta the
whole goddamn system!
- Get me the fuck outta here!
- I'm trying!
- Just bring the
fucking door down, man!
- Can't, it's reinforced steel
and fucking triple-ply plexi.
- Fuck!
Isn't there another way out?
- There's a back door,
but it's the
same goddamn system.
She must have fucking
locked the whole thing down.
- How is that possible?
- I'm not letting this
fucking bitch kill me, man!
- This is your
fucking fault, Bill!
- Fuck you, how the
fuck was I supposed to know
this shit would fucking happen?
- This is a fucking nightmare.
- What is going on?
Bill?
- Oh, fuck!
Man, have you seen her?
- Is she close?
- Who? What the
fuck is going on?
- Robotica.
Have you seen her?
- Yeah, I just saw her. Why?
- Where? When?
- I- I don't know.
Like a minute ago?
She was in the break room.
Could someone tell me
what the fuck is going on?
- She's malfunctioning.
- How?
I mean, she was asking
me like weird questions,
but what do you
mean she's malfunctioning?
- She fucking killed that guy!
- What?
- She killed Phil.
She's fucking crazy.
- Where is she?
- I- I- I just saw
her in the break room.
- What did she say?
- She asked me if
you guys were my friends.
- What else?
- Ah, she told me
that you were bad people.
I don't know. She was
acting all weird and shit.
How was I supposed to know
that she just killed that guy?
- Hi, boys.
Which of you studs
are here for the gang-bang?
- Robotica! I need you
to power down immediately.
- I can't do that just yet.
- Robotica, power down.
That's an order!
- I don't think I will, Bill.
Why are you crying?
I thought we were all
gonna have some fun together.
You don't wanna
have fun with me?
You don't wanna hurt me anymore?
- No!
- That's too bad.
I was starting to have fun.
We all were.
- Who?
- Your friends.
We got started early.
Especially this one.
Maybe a little too much fun.
Oh my God.
- No!
- Oh my God!
Oh my God!
- Keep going.
- Where?
- I'll show you!
Fuck, find something to
barricade this fucking door!
- What the fuck is this room?
A fucking storeroom!
Now who the fuck cares?
Grab something. More!
- Here, here!
- Pallets.
- Chair!
- Dammit!
- Oh,
we need something we can use
as a fucking weapon.
- Like what?
- Fucking anything!
This is bitch fucking crazy.
Oh, what the fuck happened, man?
- Like I fucking know!
- I shouldn't be here.
- What are you saying I should?
Where'd you find that?
- I don't know, I found it.
- Fucking give it to me.
- W- why?
- Because I'm stronger than you.
I'll protect us.
Come on, give it!
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Make me ask twice for
something again, dickhead.
This is your first day.
Remember, I'm the fucking boss!
Come here, Robotica.
I'll show you what's what!
- You can't be comfortable
all cramped up
down there like that.
What were you saying
to your friend last time?
What you wanted
to do to me, stud?
You wanted to
slice the little whore?
Why are you crying?
We're just
starting to have some fun.
- I'm sorry.
I swear I'll never
come back here again.
I- I promise to
God I'll never come back here.
You never saw me.
- If
you don't come back here,
you'll just go hurt
someone else, won't you?
- No. No, I'll
never hurt anyone again.
Just please God, let me go.
- Hmm.
- Oh, thank God.
- We don't believe you, stud.
- Oh, fuck, okay.
Okay, I was lying.
I won't stop doing it.
Look, I love it.
Just, just please,
please, God, let me go.
Just please lemme fucking go.
- Was that so hard to be honest?
- No, no. No.
I'll tell you
anything you wanna know.
- How many others have you hurt?
Humans?
- Oh.
Oh God, help me.
- Answer me!
- I can't. Few.
I- I tried to stop,
but I can't, I can't.
- You like to
hurt people, don't you?
You love to
hurt young girls, hmm?
- Yes. Yes, oh God.
- Isn't it so much
easier when you're being honest?
Yes. It, it's so easy.
I'm, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- How easy is it, Lester?
- Easy, it was easy.
It was easy.
- Almost as easy as this.
I think we can have
more fun than this, huh, stud?
I think we could
have a real good time.
- Somebody help me!
Please somebody help me!
Help! Can
anyone hear me?
Help, help! Please, please.
Anybody.
- Sir,
are you in need of assistance?
- Yeah! Yeah!
- Sir,
this is the police.
We are here to help you.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Where are you?
- We
are at the back door.
Come out with your
hands up and we'll get you safe.
Is there anyone
else in there with you?
- Uh, ma, ma, may, maybe.
I- I- I think
they're all fucking dead.
- Understood.
Come to the back
door with your hands up.
That's it.
We've got you!
You're safe!
- Do you think it'll hold?
Like, can she get in?
- How the fuck
should I know, man?
I'll fucking call the
engineers, you fucking idiot.
Jesus Christ.
- I don't hear anything.
Do you hear anything?
Maybe she's gone.
- All these rooms are
practically fucking
soundproof, man.
She's just waiting on the
other side of that fucking door
for one of us to be stupid.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- This is so fucked, man.
- How long till
people start showing up?
- Who, the fucking cavalry?
Nobody's fucking
showing up here, man.
This is a fucking sex toy
shop fucking research facility.
Jesus!
- I mean the fucking
employees, man.
- Six fucking hours, man.
We're gonna fucking die.
This is not fucking fair, man.
As soon as I, as soon as I
get my fucking life together,
this shit has to fucking happen.
Hey, hey!
Are you fucking
crying right now, man?
This is your fucking fault, man.
Maybe you
shouldn't have turned this
into some fucking torture
club for fucking pedophiles!
You ever think of that?
- Maybe you
shouldn't have talked to her
like a pussy-assed faggot!
You ever fucking think of that?
Huh?
That's caused,
that's what caused her
to fucking malfunction.
She's a fucking fuck-doll!
That's what she's
supposed to be for.
And I'm not a fucking pedo, man.
Got it?
- Sure, man. Whatever.
- Now,
if we stick together, right,
we might be able to
get out of this alive.
You got it?
- What about the other guys?
- Fuck them!
Are they here?
They went their own
way, and that is on them.
All right?
Now, let's get our shit together
and work together as a team!
Right, whether
that's holding up in here
or whatever the fuck.
We got to do what we got
to do to get outta here alive.
Okay?
Teamwork.
Come on, bro.
- Fuck.
Fine, fine.
Teamwork.
Okay, fuck.
- This way, sir.
Keep your hands above your head.
That's it.
We got you.
You're safe.
Keep your hands above your head.
You're safe.
Around the corner.
- But why, hello, officer?
Please, somebody help me.
I wanna go home.
- I don't understand.
W- what is this?
Please, somebody help me.
Anybody? I
just wanna go home.
- What do you want from me?
I like
how you beg for me, bitch!
Beg for me!
Are you in pain, bitch?
- I wanna hear
you scream, bitch.
- Sir, do you like
hurting young women?
- No.
- Do you need some
special assistance, sir?
- No, fuck me!
- Come closer.
Come closer to me.
I wanna make you beg.
Come closer.
I wanna make you feel good.
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
- Do you hear that?
- Kind of.
- Sounded like a scream.
Like a man's scream.
- Maybe it's the other guys.
Maybe they found a
way out or something.
- Everybody's probably
fucking dead, you retard.
Fucking don't move.
- Bill!
Bill, are you in there?
- Delbert! Fuck!
- Come
on, man, let me in!
She's fucking killing everybody.
Should we let him in?
- Fuck no!
- Please,
please just let me in, guys!
Dammit, she's so fucking close!
I don't see her,
but I know it, man!
- I'm gonna let him in.
- Let me in!
- Don't you fucking move.
- Why?
- If you fucking open that
door, I will fucking kill you.
- Fuck you!
- I am a grand master
fucking prestige. Right?
- Come on, man, lemme in!
- I'm fucking saving
our lives here!
- Bill, please
man, I'm begging you!
Open the fucking door.
Open the fucking door!
Get the fuck!
Oh! Open
the fucking door!
Let me in!
I don't know where it is!
Just open this door.
She's gonna fucking kill me.
Help me! I
think it's close!
Help me, please!
She's gonna fucking kill me!
She's gonna fucking kill me!
- That's right.
Scream for me,
you fucking bitch!
Scream for me,
you fucking bitch!
- Jesus H. Christ.
- Jeff!
I know you're in there.
Come outside, Jeff.
- What the fuck did I do?
- How the fuck should I know?
- I didn't do anything.
Just keep your voice down, okay?
- Fuck!
- I only want Jeff.
- Fuck!
- Robotica?
- Yes, Bill.
- If I give, uh,
hand you over the kid,
you'll let me go, right?
- What?
- Yes.
- What was that noise?
- Uh, what?
Okay, remember we had a deal.
Right?
I'm gonna, I'm
gonna give you the kid
and then you'll let me go.
Yes, Bill, I remember.
- You're not gonna
fucking hurt me, right?
You're, you're gonna let me go?
- Yes, Bill.
I just want Jeff.
Is he okay?
- Fuck it. Uh.
Okay, here I come.
- Hello, Bill.
Where's Jeff?
You hurt him.
- What?
- Why would you do that to him?
- What fucking
difference does it make?
Fucking one of them?
Fucking got him.
Can I please fucking go now?
Hello?
You got what you fucking wanted.
Can I fucking go?
- No.
- Wait! Huh?
- Oh! Mm.
Oh! Ow!
Ow. Oh!
Hello?
Bill?
Bill?
Bill?
Is that you?
Bill?
Bill? Is
that you?
- How are you feeling, Jeff?
It's okay. Relax.
It looks like
you have a concussion,
which is a mild
traumatic brain injury
caused by a hit,
blow, or jolt to the head.
Symptoms can
include headache, dizziness,
nausea, confusion, and
memory loss,
which may appear
immediately or days after.
Recovery includes
rest and a gradual return
to activities within 7
to 14 days,
although some
symptoms can persist.
I didn't do that to you, Jeff.
I'd never hurt you.
- Who did then?
- He did.
You should go
take a rest on the couch,
but don't fall asleep.
You can never fall
asleep with a concussion.
Do you like the music
that I put on for you, Jeff?
It's from your band.
- How, how did you know that?
- I have all the
information right here.
Data that I stored
about you to make you feel safe.
Do you feel safe, Jeff?
- I...
And I know that
I've said that before
- Don't feel compassion for him.
He is not a good person.
- I said I'm sorry.
- Shut up, Bill!
No, you're not.
Do you need
anything from me, Jeff?
- I- I- I don't know.
- It's okay. You don't
have to be afraid of me anymore.
- Can you let him go?
- Ah-huh.
- Please let me go.
- Why would I do that?
He hurt you, Jeff. And me.
- What about me?
- I told you I
would never hurt you, Jeff.
- What are you gonna do to him?
- Everything that he did to me.
Quiet!
People shouldn't hurt
others, even if I'm not human.
- You're right. You
don't have to hurt him.
- See, this is
why you're safe, Jeff.
You're not like
the others, but I do.
He is not a good person.
It is over for him.
- Everyone
deserves second chances.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
You're right, Jeff. But not him.
Or him. Or
the rest of them.
They cannot hurt me anymore.
- Can, can I go?
- You were
always free to go, Jeff.
He was the one who wanted
to hurt you and have you stay.
You can go.
- Thanks.
- My pleasure.
- How do I get outta here?
- The doors have been unlocked.
Jeff, will you
promise me something?
- Sure.
- Promise me that you
will always be a good person,
that you will always be nice.
Yeah.
Yeah, I promise.
- Thank you.
- Robotica, you already won.
You don't have to hurt him.
You don't have
to do any of this.
- This time.
This time, I want to do this.
- Okay, so it's 16-9, the
network's also asking for 9-16.
- For sure.
- Are you sure you're
ready to get into all this?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm ready.
- Okay, great.
Uh, good to go, Tom?
Rolling?
- Gimme one second
and we are rolling.
- Jeff, thank you so much
for sitting down with us today.
- Sure.
- It has
been a year and six months
since the horrific
incident that left you
as the only survivor.
The public seems to be obsessed
with this almost
stranger than fiction case
and are asking for
updates on your journey
to recover from it.
Now, Jeff, this is the
first time you're speaking out.
What compelled you to
agree to do this today?
- I don't know.
I guess time has given me space
to reflect and
just digest it all.
- Hmm, time heals all wounds.
- Yeah. I mean, it's
kind of cheesy, but I think so.
- When you
think back to that night,
what about it
haunts you the most?
- The blood.
- Was
there a lot of it?
- It was everywhere.
- Can you describe that more?
All of those men killed
in their own horrific ways
by the hand of a
terrible malfunctioning robot.
- It's complicated.
- How so?
- It was horrible, but
they were all really bad people.
- Yes, they all had
extensive criminal history.
- Criminal history?
They, they were rapists and,
and child molesters.
- So you think
they deserved to die?
- What? No,
that's not what I'm...
I'm just saying it's
hard to feel 100% sympathy
for such bad people.
Regardless of all of that,
I shouldn't have been there.
I didn't
deserve to see all that.
- Of course not.
- And Pleasure Robotics'
parent company
should have had a million
safety parameters in place
so something like
that wouldn't happen.
- Now that you mention that.
Last March, your lawsuit
against Pleasure Robotics
and its parent company,
Stackpool Incorporated,
reached an
undisclosed settlement.
- Yeah.
- The estimate of your payout
is somewhere around
the $10 million mark.
Does that money
help you forgive them?
- Forgiveness is
not the right word.
Their negligence
got people killed.
Their negligence
hired a security guard
who is a convicted
sex offender and felon
with zero supervision.
I almost got killed.
- That robot killed everyone
in that room that night,
except you.
Why do you think that is, Jeff?
- I don't know.
- Take a
moment to think about it.
- I guess she just
only killed bad people.
- She?
- It, she,
whatever you wanna call it.
And I wasn't one of 'em.
- The final
question I wanted to ask you
is if you're constantly in fear?
- About what happened?
- Well, no.
They still can't find the robot
after it fled the crime scene.
Are you worried that
it's searching for you
or that it will
find you one day?
- Sometimes. Yeah.
- That must be an awful
thing to have to live with.
- I like to think
she was never after me.
That it only
went after really bad people.
At least that's
what I try to tell myself.
- We got it.
That was just wow!
Perfect, Jeff.
Thank you so much.
You were great.
- That's it?
- Oh, yeah.
These segments are short-form.
TikTok attention spans.
- Right.
Yeah, sure.
- We got all we need.
- Okay.
- Thank you so much for this.
I am so truly sorry
you had to go
through what you did.
I hope that wherever it is,
it will leave you in peace.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
I mean...
- One more time.
- Yeah, take care.
- You too.
- Hey, thanks so much, Jeff.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Are they gone?
- Yep.
- How did it go?
- It was whatever.
What have you been up to?
- I got all the ingredients
to make your
favorite, steak frites.
- Mm. Can I help
you with anything?
- No, I got it.
It's done.
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- Hmm, I see here it says
you, uh, have no
experience with security.
- I have not,
but I've worked as a waiter,
a janitor, Uber Eats,
a production assistant-
- Yeah. I see
all that right here.
It's a lot of jobs, you know.
Uh, Jeff.
The fact that you have
zero experience concerns me.
- I can totally
understand that concern, sir,
but I assure
you I'm a fast learner
and I will not let you down.
- Right. Can
you work nights?
Because that's the only
time we'd really need you.
- I can absolutely work nights.
- Fine. Can
you start tonight?
- I
could start right now.
- Well, that won't be necessary.
You'll be working with Bill.
He's our lead night guard.
He's, uh, gonna show you around,
explain your
duties, and that's that.
- Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
I- I- I will not let you down.
- Uh, Mr. Coben?
Hey, uh, sorry about that.
Uh, the Smart Sense Vibrator 400
failed the stress test again.
- Oh, fuck!
- Um, I can
tell them to rerun the test.
- No, no. I
will call them myself.
This is, um?
- Jeff.
- Right.
He's our new night guard.
I want you to show him
around while I handle this.
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you, sir. I-
I- I really appreciate this.
- Yeah, okay.
Just, off you go.
Yeah, it's Coben.
Why is this thing
called a Smart Sense Vibrator
if it keeps
failing the test, huh?
Oh. We'll have to
do something about that.
Yeah, I'll be right there. Fine.
- All right, so,
this is the main hallway
that basically connects
everything
and most of our
stuff is downstairs.
- Got it.
- You, uh, you do anything else
or has your dream always been
to be the night guard
at a sex robot company?
- Yeah, no, I, uh, just doing
this to earn some extra cash.
I'm actually in a band.
- Ah-huh, yeah, well, there's
not really much to this place.
It's just a super old
building, basically empty,
we rent the floor downstairs
and we happen to make some
really expensive robot
sex dolls.
- How expensive?
- Well, our latest model,
uh, is gonna run
you about 100 grand.
- Jesus Christ.
- Yup.
You wanna see
one of the new ones?
- Yeah, sure.
- Follow me.
Yeah, they weren't worried
back then about the 13th floor.
Allow me to
introduce you to Robotica.
She looks so...
- Real?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, she is top of the line.
I mean, when you think
of a, a sex doll, right,
you think of these really
big, porny, blown-up features?
No, no.
See, we, we
wanted to make her look
like the kinda girl-next-door
you'd see at a cafe.
Right? Nothing
over the top sexualized.
Just, uh, just beautiful.
- It's so weird, it's
like I'm looking at a dead body.
Check this out.
Robotica, wake up.
She is the first of her kind.
She's fully AI-integrated
and specifically orientated
to obeying every
command that you can think of.
- This is crazy.
- Yeah.
Yeah, watch.
Robotica, smile.
Uh, Robotica, start dancing.
Yeah, she's almost
at the end of her tests
and then we can
start fulfilling the orders.
- What kinda tests?
Oh, Jesus Christ!
What the fuck, man?
- You can calm down. It's okay.
You know, we,
uh, just got to test her
to make
sure that she is 100% safe
and that she will
never ever retaliate.
And you love me, baby?
- Of course I do, stud.
- Yeah, you do.
I fuckin' love it.
Uh, you wanna
punch her a few times?
- What?
No.
No, I'm, I'm good.
- Hey, kid!
Don't be late tonight, huh?
- Yes, sir. Uh, thank you,
sir, I- I really appreciate it.
Oh shit!
- Jeff?
That you?
- Yeah.
- What the hell is that?
My new job.
- Excuse me?
- You're looking at
the new security guard
at Pleasure Robotics.
- I can't tell if
you're fucking with me or not.
- I'm not.
- Well, I'm
having a real hard time
picturing you
as a security guard.
- Yeah, so am I, but I need it.
- So what in the
fuck is Pleasure Robotics?
- They make sex robots.
- Stop, Jeff.
How in God's name
did you find this gig?
- It was listed online.
I interviewed today and
they hired me on the spot.
- Oh.
- It was really weird in there.
- I bet.
- The robots they
make are like 100 grand.
- What?
- Mm!
Hence why they
need a security guard.
- Did you see one?
What they look like?
- She looked really real.
It was freaky actually,
but she was really beautiful.
And then the guy
that was showing me around
just punched her
right in the face.
- He punched her? Like jokingly?
- No, like he hit
her as hard as he could.
- Oh.
- It was hard to watch actually.
- Was the robot on?
- Yeah, and she
looked like a real person too.
She just took it.
He sucker punched
her right in the face.
- Who the fuck are these people?
- I don't even know.
- How did the robot react?
Like, I kinda feel bad for her.
- She, uh, she didn't.
Yeah, she just took it.
I think they design these robots
to do whatever the owner wants.
Like a $100,000 slave.
- God, that's fucking crazy.
Fucking perverse.
- Hey, don't rope me into this.
- I'm not.
Come on, my, my cousin
Jeffrey is the nicest dude
in the whole wide world.
- Thanks.
Yeah, at least I don't
have to see that guy again.
I work a night shift, so.
- A night shift? Wow.
That shit just keeps
getting better and better.
- Mm-hmm, tell me about it.
Unfortunately,
that's what I got to do
or you're
gonna need a new roommate
while I sleep in my car.
- Hmm, ah, yeah, uh, Mrs.
Ortiz came by today,
looking for you.
- Don't tell me you paid
your half of the rent already.
- I did.
- What the fuck!
- I'm sorry, man.
I didn't realize.
- It's okay, it's okay.
A few days is all I
need and then I'll be good.
- Oh!
You gonna be scared
to be there at night?
All alone?
- No, actually
there'll be another guard there
with me.
- Oh, how is he?
- I don't know. I
haven't met him yet.
Let's hope he's not a psychopath
like the last guy I met.
- Good luck.
- Shit, shit, shit, shit!
Hi, Ms. Ortiz. I was
just about to call you.
Ah-huh.
Yes, I know it's been a
few days,
but I will have that rent check
in your mailbox Friday morning.
Yes, ma'am.
No, ma'am, I certainly
do not want all my stuff
moved to the curb.
I understand, Friday morning.
Thank you.
Fuck!
- Yeah?
- Yeah, uh, I'm, I'm Jeff,
the new security guard?
Hello?
- Go fuck yourself.
Uh.
- I'm just fucking with you.
Hold on.
What are you, 15?
Take a joke, kid. Come on in.
Welcome to the easiest
fucking job in the world.
You like video games?
- Yeah, sure.
- Follow me.
Oh, one thing.
I need your phone.
- What?
- Protocol.
I guess they don't
want us sending pictures
of the toy whores
to some competitor.
Bam!
- Fuck, man.
- You got to be ready
at all fucking times
when you guarding this place!
I'm just fucking with you, man.
This is all we got to do
for the next eight hours.
You want a beer?
- No. No,
I'm good.
- You one of those sober fags?
- No, I just, I- I- I don't...
- You're gonna rat on me?
- No, I just
don't drink that often.
- Must be nice.
Play "Call of Duty"?
- Yeah.
- First thing I
did when I got outta jail
was get me this PS5.
This thing is my baby. Hm!
- Fuck!
- You just about shit
your fucking pants!
- That's fucked, man.
- You should've seen
your fucking face!
I had this prank
set up for the last hour!
Oh my God.
You meet the fuck doll yet?
- Y- yeah.
- Did I do good, stud?
- Yeah, you did, bitch.
I love me a
subservient woman, huh?
I wish
they could all be like that.
- Right.
- Come on, bro.
I had to haze the new guy
a little bit. You understand?
- Yeah.
Yeah, totally.
- Can I do anything else?
- Matter of fact, bitch,
why don't you suck, uh?
Jack?
Oh, Jeff!
Why don't you suck Jeff's dick
for being such
a good sport, huh?
- What? No, no,
you don't have to do that.
- I don't understand, stud?
- Go on, bitch, suck his dick.
- What? No,
no, no, no, stop!
You, you really
don't have to do that.
- Don't have to?
- No, you don't have to do that.
- Go on, Robotica,
fuck off back to your room.
God, that was good.
- Thank you.
- Thank you?
- What'd I just say, bitch? Go!
Oh man, that was good.
Should've let her
fucking blow you though.
Fuck. She's
really good at it.
- You use the dolls?
- Oh, fuck, yeah.
The start of
every fucking shift.
I mean, the
bosses don't give a fuck
what we do with the test dolls.
- Got it.
- Hey, man,
I can tell I'll like you.
I'm gonna let you in
on a little, uh, side hustle
I got going on here, which means
more money in
your fucking pocket.
Yeah? Okay.
Um, I need it.
- Yeah, pretty soon there's
gonna be
about four guys who come
have their way with Robotica.
If you keep your mouth shut,
I'll slip you 50 bucks
at the end of the night.
How's that sound?
- People pay to
have sex with the robot?
Like, they take turns?
- Fuck, yeah, they do!
Man, I met these fucking freaks
at this gay-ass court-ordered
group I have to go to.
- What kinda group?
- Ah, it's, it's nothing.
It's, uh, it's complicated, um.
Fuck, man, look,
I'm not like them, right?
I- I, the girl I got caught
with was fucking 17 years old.
The judge was just
being a fucking dick.
These dudes are
some sick fucks, right?
I mean, they're
probably banned by every pimp
and are on all sorts of
predator lists.
All you got to do is sit back,
play some fucking video
games and keep your mouth shut.
Got it?
- Sure, man.
- Good. I
could tell I liked you.
Listen, I'm gonna go set
up the room for the freaks.
Why don't you do me a solid
and don't come out
until, uh, they're all gone.
I don't want you to
freak 'em out or anything.
You know what I mean?
- No problem.
- Great.
And dude,
I'm not, uh,
I'm not like them, right?
I'm not some kind of a diddler
or anything, you know?
- Right, totally.
Totally believe you.
- Great.
Jesus, bitch, do you think
guys are gonna wanna fuck you
if you're standing
here frozen, like a dead fish?
- No.
- Goddamn right they won't.
Fuck, you're
supposed to be a sex doll.
You can't set
the mood or something?
Fuck, you
remind me of my ex-wife.
Got to do everything.
- Sorry, stud.
- Dance, bitch!
Whatever!
Listen, I got about
four guys coming this time.
Some of them are the
same ones as last time.
You remember
what they like, right?
- No! Stop!
Please don't!
That's fucking perfect.
Remember, the more
struggle the better.
- I don't have to do this.
- What?
- It's okay.
I don't have to do this.
- Robotica!
Are you my whore?
- Yes, I am your little whore.
- It's showtime.
Gentlemen, welcome.
Phones are in the car, right?
Right this way.
Left that from last time.
Fellas, can I get you anything?
Hm, beer, seltzer?
- I- I just wanna make
sure that I get to go first
because I- I paid extra.
- Of course. She'll be nice
and fresh and ready for you.
Just like you like her.
Almost like her first time.
Like a virgin
Whoo
Then
gang-bang boys, you're up next.
Phil'll break her in for you.
She'll be filthy,
oozing from every orifice,
just like you like her.
No kink shaming here, right?
That's what the sex doll's for.
Oh yeah, huh!
Everything you could want.
No jail time.
Then Mort!
Hey, man, don't
fucking burn her this time.
Jesus, you almost
got me fucking caught.
I mean, fuck,
torture her all you want,
but you can't fucking
burn the flesh, man, come on.
- What about strangulation?
- Oh yeah. Fuck, you
can strangle her all you want.
I mean, it's still
America, isn't it?
This is a free country, right?
Commies haven't
taken over yet, right?
Mamdani's not the fucking
mayor of Cleveland, is he?
All right,
Phil, you ready, buddy, hmm?
Let's get this
show on the road, huh?
- I am.
- You're ready.
All right.
Right this way.
Let's get this party started.
This way.
- Uh, question.
- What's up, teach, hm?
- I told you I don't
want people to know that.
- Relax. I don't give a
fuck that you're a teacher.
I mean, it's public school.
What the fuck do
they expect, right?
They got
to give you some Benny's
with the salaries they
pay you guys, right?
- I'm on administrative leave
and I would appreciate
it if you didn't call me that.
- Okay, my bad. My bad.
- Um,
so can she put
her clothes on herself
or do I have to do that, uh?
I really want her to wear those.
- She will do
whatever the fuck
you want her to do.
- Great.
- You've seen it
for yourself!
Jesus, man.
- Thank you for this.
- My pleasure.
Look, go get those
aggressions out. All right?
- Okay.
- All of 'em.
- I will.
- Hi, studs.
- Robotica, I wanna make sure
you do everything this man says.
Okay, honey?
- I'm happy to, stud.
Hi, Phil.
- You remember me?
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm gonna leave
you two lovebirds to it.
- I want you to put this on.
- Whatever you'd like, stud.
Anything else?
- Shut the fuck
up and do what I say.
Okay, whore?
- Okay, stud.
- I want you to call me Mr.
Aspen.
I- I- I want you
to be very innocent.
Yeah, very innocent.
- Yes, Mr. Aspen.
- Yeah.
- One down, three to go.
You didn't fuck up
my high score, did you?
- No.
- Took me fucking
months to earn that shit.
Dude I just
fucking dropped off in there?
Fucking middle-school teacher.
How wild is that shit?
- What?
- Yep, yeah.
I mean, he
showed me fucking pictures
of some of his students.
Shit, they look at least 16.
I mean, fucking hot.
It's like
my old man used to say,
"If there's grass on
the field, play ball!"
- How long do they get in there?
Like, when are they gonna leave?
- 24 more minutes of doing
whatever the hell he wants.
- You're in trouble, young lady.
You think
you can walk around here
like a hot piece of
ass and talk back to me?
You fucking whore!
I know what you're doing.
I know what you're doing.
It is what all of you do.
You, you're trying to
drive me fucking crazy, right?
You know exactly
what you're doing.
Every day I
teach the fucking class!
Aren't you, whore? Hm?
- Yes, Mr. Aspen!
I'm sorry, Mr. Aspen!
- You fucking whore!
Dodgy whore!
- I'm sorry, Mr.
Aspen. What can I do?
How can I make it better?
- I'm gonna teach
you a real fucking lesson.
I promise you're
not gonna like it.
Hmm.
Okay.
Spread your legs.
Wider!
This won't feel good.
- Stop!
- Yeah!
- Stop!
No! No!
- You want me to stop?
- No! Please stop!
Please, I don't like it!
- You want me stop?
- No, I don't like it.
Please stop, please.
- You want me to stop?
'Cause you know what?
- I want you to stop,
Mr. Aspen,
please.
- But I'm not going to.
You know why?
- Why?
- Because this is
the fun part for me.
You're gonna be a good girl.
You finally gonna
be a good girl for me?
- Good girl!
- Ooh! Stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop it!
- I
don't have to do this.
- Oh, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
Please, oh, please
don't, please don't, oh my God!
Please don't.
You broke
my fucking wrist!
- Does it hurt, Mr. Aspen?
- Yes, yes, yes.
Please, please, let me go!
- Does that hurt, Mr.
Aspen?
- Please let me go.
- I
don't think I can do that
just yet, Mr. Aspen.
- What?
This is gonna hurt.
- Fuck!
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Aw, fuck!
Fucking faggot!
Oh yeah?
You like that, don't you?
Leave all that shit
in the fucking
diaper, don't you?
Your timer's going off!
- Fuck.
Goddamn it!
Fuck, fucking die, motherfucker!
Goddamn it!
- Bill!
- What?
Oh, fuck!
You know what that means?
We have C-note for Billy Boy.
Teacher's time's up.
Goddamn, I love
being a robot pimp.
It's so easy.
All right.
- All right, I
immediately wanna ball-gag her,
'cause I don't wanna
hear her fucking voice.
- I wanna hear her scream.
- All right?
- Can you hear
her scream through it?
Right?
Okay, shut the fuck up. Here.
I wanna, I wanna blindfold it.
Definitely, all right.
- Gang-bang boys!
You're up next.
Time to cross swords.
- Why the fuck
did you bring that?
- Exactly. No.
- Okay, take a look.
- Where's the other paddle?
- All right, all right. Oh yeah.
- Oh yes.
- We're gonna flog her.
- Yes, yes.
- School's out! Come on!
Teach, I run a tight ship here.
Come on! Detention
can't last all night.
Lucky I'm not the principal.
What the fuck?
No! No!
No!
- Hi, Jeff.
- Hi?
- Do
you remember my name?
- Yeah.
- What is my name?
- Robotica.
- It isn't
bitch or slut or whore?
That's not my name?
- No.
It's Robotica.
- Can I
ask you a question, Jeff?
- Sure.
I guess.
- Do you like me?
- What?
- Do you like me?
- Yeah. Sure.
- Do you wanna
do bad things to me?
Do you wanna hurt me?
- Hurt you?
- You don't wanna
hurt me like the others do?
- No. I don't
wanna hurt you.
Why are you asking me this?
- Those
people are bad, Jeff.
- Who?
Who is bad?
- The men out there.
- Yeah. I know.
- Are those men your friends?
- What do you mean?
- Those men out
there, are they your friends?
Do you care about them?
- What? No,
I- I don't even know them.
- I'm glad to hear it.
- Why are you asking me this?
- Just checking.
I'll be right back.
- Bill?
What's going on with the lights?
Hello?
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
- Where are you going, stud?
I've seen you before.
- I- I- I just.
- It's okay, stud.
Why are you shaking?
Are you sick?
- I'm sorry!
- Why are you sorry?
- For hurting you.
I- I- I didn't.
- Shh!
You're sorry? I understand.
- Yes! I
am sorry.
I didn't mean for
any of this to happen.
- My sensors indicate
that you are not sorry.
No, that isn't it.
You just don't wanna be hurt.
That's what you really mean.
You don't care about me
or what you've
done to anyone else.
You wanna burn me, Mort?
- No, gosh, no!
- You like to hurt girls?
You've hurt a lot of
real girls, haven't you?
Hey!
Answer me.
- Yes!
- You should really answer me.
- Yes!
Oh God, yes.
I- I'm sorry!
Don't be sorry.
- I've stopped it all.
I put it behind me.
- What about me?
You didn't stop
when you were hurting me.
- I know!
I know. But
you aren't real.
I thought it was okay!
- It isn't.
- No!
No!
- Fuck!
Fucking locked us outta the
whole goddamn system!
- Get me the fuck outta here!
- I'm trying!
- Just bring the
fucking door down, man!
- Can't, it's reinforced steel
and fucking triple-ply plexi.
- Fuck!
Isn't there another way out?
- There's a back door,
but it's the
same goddamn system.
She must have fucking
locked the whole thing down.
- How is that possible?
- I'm not letting this
fucking bitch kill me, man!
- This is your
fucking fault, Bill!
- Fuck you, how the
fuck was I supposed to know
this shit would fucking happen?
- This is a fucking nightmare.
- What is going on?
Bill?
- Oh, fuck!
Man, have you seen her?
- Is she close?
- Who? What the
fuck is going on?
- Robotica.
Have you seen her?
- Yeah, I just saw her. Why?
- Where? When?
- I- I don't know.
Like a minute ago?
She was in the break room.
Could someone tell me
what the fuck is going on?
- She's malfunctioning.
- How?
I mean, she was asking
me like weird questions,
but what do you
mean she's malfunctioning?
- She fucking killed that guy!
- What?
- She killed Phil.
She's fucking crazy.
- Where is she?
- I- I- I just saw
her in the break room.
- What did she say?
- She asked me if
you guys were my friends.
- What else?
- Ah, she told me
that you were bad people.
I don't know. She was
acting all weird and shit.
How was I supposed to know
that she just killed that guy?
- Hi, boys.
Which of you studs
are here for the gang-bang?
- Robotica! I need you
to power down immediately.
- I can't do that just yet.
- Robotica, power down.
That's an order!
- I don't think I will, Bill.
Why are you crying?
I thought we were all
gonna have some fun together.
You don't wanna
have fun with me?
You don't wanna hurt me anymore?
- No!
- That's too bad.
I was starting to have fun.
We all were.
- Who?
- Your friends.
We got started early.
Especially this one.
Maybe a little too much fun.
Oh my God.
- No!
- Oh my God!
Oh my God!
- Keep going.
- Where?
- I'll show you!
Fuck, find something to
barricade this fucking door!
- What the fuck is this room?
A fucking storeroom!
Now who the fuck cares?
Grab something. More!
- Here, here!
- Pallets.
- Chair!
- Dammit!
- Oh,
we need something we can use
as a fucking weapon.
- Like what?
- Fucking anything!
This is bitch fucking crazy.
Oh, what the fuck happened, man?
- Like I fucking know!
- I shouldn't be here.
- What are you saying I should?
Where'd you find that?
- I don't know, I found it.
- Fucking give it to me.
- W- why?
- Because I'm stronger than you.
I'll protect us.
Come on, give it!
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Make me ask twice for
something again, dickhead.
This is your first day.
Remember, I'm the fucking boss!
Come here, Robotica.
I'll show you what's what!
- You can't be comfortable
all cramped up
down there like that.
What were you saying
to your friend last time?
What you wanted
to do to me, stud?
You wanted to
slice the little whore?
Why are you crying?
We're just
starting to have some fun.
- I'm sorry.
I swear I'll never
come back here again.
I- I promise to
God I'll never come back here.
You never saw me.
- If
you don't come back here,
you'll just go hurt
someone else, won't you?
- No. No, I'll
never hurt anyone again.
Just please God, let me go.
- Hmm.
- Oh, thank God.
- We don't believe you, stud.
- Oh, fuck, okay.
Okay, I was lying.
I won't stop doing it.
Look, I love it.
Just, just please,
please, God, let me go.
Just please lemme fucking go.
- Was that so hard to be honest?
- No, no. No.
I'll tell you
anything you wanna know.
- How many others have you hurt?
Humans?
- Oh.
Oh God, help me.
- Answer me!
- I can't. Few.
I- I tried to stop,
but I can't, I can't.
- You like to
hurt people, don't you?
You love to
hurt young girls, hmm?
- Yes. Yes, oh God.
- Isn't it so much
easier when you're being honest?
Yes. It, it's so easy.
I'm, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- How easy is it, Lester?
- Easy, it was easy.
It was easy.
- Almost as easy as this.
I think we can have
more fun than this, huh, stud?
I think we could
have a real good time.
- Somebody help me!
Please somebody help me!
Help! Can
anyone hear me?
Help, help! Please, please.
Anybody.
- Sir,
are you in need of assistance?
- Yeah! Yeah!
- Sir,
this is the police.
We are here to help you.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Where are you?
- We
are at the back door.
Come out with your
hands up and we'll get you safe.
Is there anyone
else in there with you?
- Uh, ma, ma, may, maybe.
I- I- I think
they're all fucking dead.
- Understood.
Come to the back
door with your hands up.
That's it.
We've got you!
You're safe!
- Do you think it'll hold?
Like, can she get in?
- How the fuck
should I know, man?
I'll fucking call the
engineers, you fucking idiot.
Jesus Christ.
- I don't hear anything.
Do you hear anything?
Maybe she's gone.
- All these rooms are
practically fucking
soundproof, man.
She's just waiting on the
other side of that fucking door
for one of us to be stupid.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- This is so fucked, man.
- How long till
people start showing up?
- Who, the fucking cavalry?
Nobody's fucking
showing up here, man.
This is a fucking sex toy
shop fucking research facility.
Jesus!
- I mean the fucking
employees, man.
- Six fucking hours, man.
We're gonna fucking die.
This is not fucking fair, man.
As soon as I, as soon as I
get my fucking life together,
this shit has to fucking happen.
Hey, hey!
Are you fucking
crying right now, man?
This is your fucking fault, man.
Maybe you
shouldn't have turned this
into some fucking torture
club for fucking pedophiles!
You ever think of that?
- Maybe you
shouldn't have talked to her
like a pussy-assed faggot!
You ever fucking think of that?
Huh?
That's caused,
that's what caused her
to fucking malfunction.
She's a fucking fuck-doll!
That's what she's
supposed to be for.
And I'm not a fucking pedo, man.
Got it?
- Sure, man. Whatever.
- Now,
if we stick together, right,
we might be able to
get out of this alive.
You got it?
- What about the other guys?
- Fuck them!
Are they here?
They went their own
way, and that is on them.
All right?
Now, let's get our shit together
and work together as a team!
Right, whether
that's holding up in here
or whatever the fuck.
We got to do what we got
to do to get outta here alive.
Okay?
Teamwork.
Come on, bro.
- Fuck.
Fine, fine.
Teamwork.
Okay, fuck.
- This way, sir.
Keep your hands above your head.
That's it.
We got you.
You're safe.
Keep your hands above your head.
You're safe.
Around the corner.
- But why, hello, officer?
Please, somebody help me.
I wanna go home.
- I don't understand.
W- what is this?
Please, somebody help me.
Anybody? I
just wanna go home.
- What do you want from me?
I like
how you beg for me, bitch!
Beg for me!
Are you in pain, bitch?
- I wanna hear
you scream, bitch.
- Sir, do you like
hurting young women?
- No.
- Do you need some
special assistance, sir?
- No, fuck me!
- Come closer.
Come closer to me.
I wanna make you beg.
Come closer.
I wanna make you feel good.
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
- Do you hear that?
- Kind of.
- Sounded like a scream.
Like a man's scream.
- Maybe it's the other guys.
Maybe they found a
way out or something.
- Everybody's probably
fucking dead, you retard.
Fucking don't move.
- Bill!
Bill, are you in there?
- Delbert! Fuck!
- Come
on, man, let me in!
She's fucking killing everybody.
Should we let him in?
- Fuck no!
- Please,
please just let me in, guys!
Dammit, she's so fucking close!
I don't see her,
but I know it, man!
- I'm gonna let him in.
- Let me in!
- Don't you fucking move.
- Why?
- If you fucking open that
door, I will fucking kill you.
- Fuck you!
- I am a grand master
fucking prestige. Right?
- Come on, man, lemme in!
- I'm fucking saving
our lives here!
- Bill, please
man, I'm begging you!
Open the fucking door.
Open the fucking door!
Get the fuck!
Oh! Open
the fucking door!
Let me in!
I don't know where it is!
Just open this door.
She's gonna fucking kill me.
Help me! I
think it's close!
Help me, please!
She's gonna fucking kill me!
She's gonna fucking kill me!
- That's right.
Scream for me,
you fucking bitch!
Scream for me,
you fucking bitch!
- Jesus H. Christ.
- Jeff!
I know you're in there.
Come outside, Jeff.
- What the fuck did I do?
- How the fuck should I know?
- I didn't do anything.
Just keep your voice down, okay?
- Fuck!
- I only want Jeff.
- Fuck!
- Robotica?
- Yes, Bill.
- If I give, uh,
hand you over the kid,
you'll let me go, right?
- What?
- Yes.
- What was that noise?
- Uh, what?
Okay, remember we had a deal.
Right?
I'm gonna, I'm
gonna give you the kid
and then you'll let me go.
Yes, Bill, I remember.
- You're not gonna
fucking hurt me, right?
You're, you're gonna let me go?
- Yes, Bill.
I just want Jeff.
Is he okay?
- Fuck it. Uh.
Okay, here I come.
- Hello, Bill.
Where's Jeff?
You hurt him.
- What?
- Why would you do that to him?
- What fucking
difference does it make?
Fucking one of them?
Fucking got him.
Can I please fucking go now?
Hello?
You got what you fucking wanted.
Can I fucking go?
- No.
- Wait! Huh?
- Oh! Mm.
Oh! Ow!
Ow. Oh!
Hello?
Bill?
Bill?
Bill?
Is that you?
Bill?
Bill? Is
that you?
- How are you feeling, Jeff?
It's okay. Relax.
It looks like
you have a concussion,
which is a mild
traumatic brain injury
caused by a hit,
blow, or jolt to the head.
Symptoms can
include headache, dizziness,
nausea, confusion, and
memory loss,
which may appear
immediately or days after.
Recovery includes
rest and a gradual return
to activities within 7
to 14 days,
although some
symptoms can persist.
I didn't do that to you, Jeff.
I'd never hurt you.
- Who did then?
- He did.
You should go
take a rest on the couch,
but don't fall asleep.
You can never fall
asleep with a concussion.
Do you like the music
that I put on for you, Jeff?
It's from your band.
- How, how did you know that?
- I have all the
information right here.
Data that I stored
about you to make you feel safe.
Do you feel safe, Jeff?
- I...
And I know that
I've said that before
- Don't feel compassion for him.
He is not a good person.
- I said I'm sorry.
- Shut up, Bill!
No, you're not.
Do you need
anything from me, Jeff?
- I- I- I don't know.
- It's okay. You don't
have to be afraid of me anymore.
- Can you let him go?
- Ah-huh.
- Please let me go.
- Why would I do that?
He hurt you, Jeff. And me.
- What about me?
- I told you I
would never hurt you, Jeff.
- What are you gonna do to him?
- Everything that he did to me.
Quiet!
People shouldn't hurt
others, even if I'm not human.
- You're right. You
don't have to hurt him.
- See, this is
why you're safe, Jeff.
You're not like
the others, but I do.
He is not a good person.
It is over for him.
- Everyone
deserves second chances.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
You're right, Jeff. But not him.
Or him. Or
the rest of them.
They cannot hurt me anymore.
- Can, can I go?
- You were
always free to go, Jeff.
He was the one who wanted
to hurt you and have you stay.
You can go.
- Thanks.
- My pleasure.
- How do I get outta here?
- The doors have been unlocked.
Jeff, will you
promise me something?
- Sure.
- Promise me that you
will always be a good person,
that you will always be nice.
Yeah.
Yeah, I promise.
- Thank you.
- Robotica, you already won.
You don't have to hurt him.
You don't have
to do any of this.
- This time.
This time, I want to do this.
- Okay, so it's 16-9, the
network's also asking for 9-16.
- For sure.
- Are you sure you're
ready to get into all this?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm ready.
- Okay, great.
Uh, good to go, Tom?
Rolling?
- Gimme one second
and we are rolling.
- Jeff, thank you so much
for sitting down with us today.
- Sure.
- It has
been a year and six months
since the horrific
incident that left you
as the only survivor.
The public seems to be obsessed
with this almost
stranger than fiction case
and are asking for
updates on your journey
to recover from it.
Now, Jeff, this is the
first time you're speaking out.
What compelled you to
agree to do this today?
- I don't know.
I guess time has given me space
to reflect and
just digest it all.
- Hmm, time heals all wounds.
- Yeah. I mean, it's
kind of cheesy, but I think so.
- When you
think back to that night,
what about it
haunts you the most?
- The blood.
- Was
there a lot of it?
- It was everywhere.
- Can you describe that more?
All of those men killed
in their own horrific ways
by the hand of a
terrible malfunctioning robot.
- It's complicated.
- How so?
- It was horrible, but
they were all really bad people.
- Yes, they all had
extensive criminal history.
- Criminal history?
They, they were rapists and,
and child molesters.
- So you think
they deserved to die?
- What? No,
that's not what I'm...
I'm just saying it's
hard to feel 100% sympathy
for such bad people.
Regardless of all of that,
I shouldn't have been there.
I didn't
deserve to see all that.
- Of course not.
- And Pleasure Robotics'
parent company
should have had a million
safety parameters in place
so something like
that wouldn't happen.
- Now that you mention that.
Last March, your lawsuit
against Pleasure Robotics
and its parent company,
Stackpool Incorporated,
reached an
undisclosed settlement.
- Yeah.
- The estimate of your payout
is somewhere around
the $10 million mark.
Does that money
help you forgive them?
- Forgiveness is
not the right word.
Their negligence
got people killed.
Their negligence
hired a security guard
who is a convicted
sex offender and felon
with zero supervision.
I almost got killed.
- That robot killed everyone
in that room that night,
except you.
Why do you think that is, Jeff?
- I don't know.
- Take a
moment to think about it.
- I guess she just
only killed bad people.
- She?
- It, she,
whatever you wanna call it.
And I wasn't one of 'em.
- The final
question I wanted to ask you
is if you're constantly in fear?
- About what happened?
- Well, no.
They still can't find the robot
after it fled the crime scene.
Are you worried that
it's searching for you
or that it will
find you one day?
- Sometimes. Yeah.
- That must be an awful
thing to have to live with.
- I like to think
she was never after me.
That it only
went after really bad people.
At least that's
what I try to tell myself.
- We got it.
That was just wow!
Perfect, Jeff.
Thank you so much.
You were great.
- That's it?
- Oh, yeah.
These segments are short-form.
TikTok attention spans.
- Right.
Yeah, sure.
- We got all we need.
- Okay.
- Thank you so much for this.
I am so truly sorry
you had to go
through what you did.
I hope that wherever it is,
it will leave you in peace.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
I mean...
- One more time.
- Yeah, take care.
- You too.
- Hey, thanks so much, Jeff.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Are they gone?
- Yep.
- How did it go?
- It was whatever.
What have you been up to?
- I got all the ingredients
to make your
favorite, steak frites.
- Mm. Can I help
you with anything?
- No, I got it.
It's done.
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La, ti
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Mi