Don't Look Deeper (2020) s01e09 Episode Script
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[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[♪♪♪]
JENNY: Aisha!
[HORN BLARES]
AISHA: What are you doing here?
How did you find me?
Your tracker.
AISHA: No, that--that's been removed.
You have an old-school radio-frequency
tracker in your foot.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[♪♪♪]
[LOW CHIMING]
Good morning, Abel.
Unmask the data located
in the Interactions Partition.
WILLIAM: Those conversations were taken
in privacy mode
and are encrypted.
Encrypted my ass.
[♪♪♪]
[COMPUTER CHIMES]
[♪♪♪]
Naughty boy.
[RAPID BEEPING]
SHARON: Got her.
Wait a minute, she still has
her surveillance software?
A tracker isn't software.
I installed it forever ago
in case all else failed, which it has.
MARTIN: This is fucking insane.
- I know.
MARTIN: You know what?
How about you wipe me next, okay?
And help me forget all this.
In pain and fear of what's gonna happen
every goddamn second.
Th-this is on you, Sharon.
I thought this was supposed to help
with grief--
- She didn't help you?
MARTIN: Jesus Christ. Let's just go.
Ah!
Oh!
JENNY: Ah, there it is.
[CHUCKLES]
You are now fully stealth.
[♪♪♪]
How'd, um, did you know
what to look for?
Research.
Come on.
Let's go.
AISHA: What is this place?
JENNY: What do you mean?
I've brought you here before.
You don't remember?
[♪♪♪]
Things, memories
get taken from me sometimes.
[♪♪♪]
I did a deep dive on G.E.A.R.,
the emBed company,
they are a shiny, happy face
buying and selling marketing data.
But they don't actually make the emBeds.
They license the tech from another company
called Rylium.
All of their super secret biotech shit
comes out of something
called the "Playpen"
on Gabriola Island, near Vancouver.
I mean, if anyone made you,
it's Rylium.
[♪♪♪]
Wh--
Why do you even care?
'Cause we were friends, Aisha.
Sophomore year, we were really close.
What happened?
You changed.
AISHA: Look, I, uh--
I appreciate you trying,
but these people are coming for me
and seeing what they did to Emma today,
I, um--
I think it's best you keep your distance.
You want to see something cool?
AISHA: Yeah.
[CHUCKLES]
It's a disco ball.
- [LAUGHS]
What?
You helped me hook it up
to a solar panel on the roof.
You brought this pillow from your house.
You don't remember any of that?
It all happened.
Unless you're a robot, too,
and someone implanted those memories
I'm not. I checked.
- Seriously?
- Yeah.
My stepdad's practice has an MRI.
If you didn't know,
how can anyone else be sure?
Yeah.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[♪♪♪]
Hey--hey, Aisha?
Hey. Hey. W--hey, hang on, hang on.
Where are you--whe--
[STAMMERING]
Wh-where have you been?
W-wait a minute!
Where are you--where are you going?
J-just--listen, I'm sorry
about the other day, okay?
That was a shitshow.
L-let's sit down and talk for a second,
okay?
Or w-we don't have to talk.
We don't have to talk.
We can just sit here a-and play a game
or something, just hang out.
Okay, let's just try to get back
to us a little bit, okay?
Do I even like games?
Or is that something that you and Sharon
put in my programming
because you like them so much?
Aisha, please.
Come on.
- No.
Am I really even creative?
Or did you want me to be good at art
so that you had some reason
to be proud of me?
What of who I am
is mine?
I don't know.
- Hmm, you don't know?
- No, I don't know.
I mean, how's it any different than--
than kids and their parents as it is?
Look at--kids get DNA, you got code.
All right?
They, uh--kids have instincts,
You have AI, they learn, you learn--
Wait a minute, Aisha, please.
Will you just--listen, I'm not gonna
let you walk out the door again.
- Get out of the way.
- No.
Get out of the way.
Get out of the fucking way.
- I'm not letting you go.
Listen to me!
Let go of me! You're hurting me!
I d--
I don't want to hurt you.
I don't.
If I let you go out the door,
I feel like I'm not gonna see you again.
I know.
I know that's what you think,
but what are--
what are you gonna do,
keep me locked up in here
the rest of my life?
I can do this, Dad.
You can do what?
- I have a plan--
- What is it?
You have to trust me.
Okay, it's my life!
Trust me.
You owe me that.
You owe me. Please.
But just--
just come back to me, okay?
Just say you'll come back to me.
Just say you'll come back to me.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO]
[♪♪♪]
We need you to drive us somewhere.
Since when are you guys friends?
AISHA: Will you do it?
Yes or no?
Okay.
Look, uh, if you ever
really felt anything for me
and if you're genuinely sorry
about what happened,
then come on.
All right, let me get my jacket.
You'll need your passport.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
And money.
For gas.
- [CHUCKLES]
Oh, Christ. Okay.
[SIGHS]
[LIGHT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
[♪♪♪]
- Mm!
- You're not gonna scream
and you're not gonna try to escape.
- [WHIMPERS]
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
ABEL: Gotta say,
it's kinda disheartening.
You know when you find out
your friend's secret
and you wanna post it on the Internet.
I just wanna figure out what's going on.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, now you know.
[♪♪♪]
Wait. Wait!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[♪♪♪]
JENNY: Aisha!
[HORN BLARES]
AISHA: What are you doing here?
How did you find me?
Your tracker.
AISHA: No, that--that's been removed.
You have an old-school radio-frequency
tracker in your foot.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[♪♪♪]
[LOW CHIMING]
Good morning, Abel.
Unmask the data located
in the Interactions Partition.
WILLIAM: Those conversations were taken
in privacy mode
and are encrypted.
Encrypted my ass.
[♪♪♪]
[COMPUTER CHIMES]
[♪♪♪]
Naughty boy.
[RAPID BEEPING]
SHARON: Got her.
Wait a minute, she still has
her surveillance software?
A tracker isn't software.
I installed it forever ago
in case all else failed, which it has.
MARTIN: This is fucking insane.
- I know.
MARTIN: You know what?
How about you wipe me next, okay?
And help me forget all this.
In pain and fear of what's gonna happen
every goddamn second.
Th-this is on you, Sharon.
I thought this was supposed to help
with grief--
- She didn't help you?
MARTIN: Jesus Christ. Let's just go.
Ah!
Oh!
JENNY: Ah, there it is.
[CHUCKLES]
You are now fully stealth.
[♪♪♪]
How'd, um, did you know
what to look for?
Research.
Come on.
Let's go.
AISHA: What is this place?
JENNY: What do you mean?
I've brought you here before.
You don't remember?
[♪♪♪]
Things, memories
get taken from me sometimes.
[♪♪♪]
I did a deep dive on G.E.A.R.,
the emBed company,
they are a shiny, happy face
buying and selling marketing data.
But they don't actually make the emBeds.
They license the tech from another company
called Rylium.
All of their super secret biotech shit
comes out of something
called the "Playpen"
on Gabriola Island, near Vancouver.
I mean, if anyone made you,
it's Rylium.
[♪♪♪]
Wh--
Why do you even care?
'Cause we were friends, Aisha.
Sophomore year, we were really close.
What happened?
You changed.
AISHA: Look, I, uh--
I appreciate you trying,
but these people are coming for me
and seeing what they did to Emma today,
I, um--
I think it's best you keep your distance.
You want to see something cool?
AISHA: Yeah.
[CHUCKLES]
It's a disco ball.
- [LAUGHS]
What?
You helped me hook it up
to a solar panel on the roof.
You brought this pillow from your house.
You don't remember any of that?
It all happened.
Unless you're a robot, too,
and someone implanted those memories
I'm not. I checked.
- Seriously?
- Yeah.
My stepdad's practice has an MRI.
If you didn't know,
how can anyone else be sure?
Yeah.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[♪♪♪]
Hey--hey, Aisha?
Hey. Hey. W--hey, hang on, hang on.
Where are you--whe--
[STAMMERING]
Wh-where have you been?
W-wait a minute!
Where are you--where are you going?
J-just--listen, I'm sorry
about the other day, okay?
That was a shitshow.
L-let's sit down and talk for a second,
okay?
Or w-we don't have to talk.
We don't have to talk.
We can just sit here a-and play a game
or something, just hang out.
Okay, let's just try to get back
to us a little bit, okay?
Do I even like games?
Or is that something that you and Sharon
put in my programming
because you like them so much?
Aisha, please.
Come on.
- No.
Am I really even creative?
Or did you want me to be good at art
so that you had some reason
to be proud of me?
What of who I am
is mine?
I don't know.
- Hmm, you don't know?
- No, I don't know.
I mean, how's it any different than--
than kids and their parents as it is?
Look at--kids get DNA, you got code.
All right?
They, uh--kids have instincts,
You have AI, they learn, you learn--
Wait a minute, Aisha, please.
Will you just--listen, I'm not gonna
let you walk out the door again.
- Get out of the way.
- No.
Get out of the way.
Get out of the fucking way.
- I'm not letting you go.
Listen to me!
Let go of me! You're hurting me!
I d--
I don't want to hurt you.
I don't.
If I let you go out the door,
I feel like I'm not gonna see you again.
I know.
I know that's what you think,
but what are--
what are you gonna do,
keep me locked up in here
the rest of my life?
I can do this, Dad.
You can do what?
- I have a plan--
- What is it?
You have to trust me.
Okay, it's my life!
Trust me.
You owe me that.
You owe me. Please.
But just--
just come back to me, okay?
Just say you'll come back to me.
Just say you'll come back to me.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO]
[♪♪♪]
We need you to drive us somewhere.
Since when are you guys friends?
AISHA: Will you do it?
Yes or no?
Okay.
Look, uh, if you ever
really felt anything for me
and if you're genuinely sorry
about what happened,
then come on.
All right, let me get my jacket.
You'll need your passport.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
And money.
For gas.
- [CHUCKLES]
Oh, Christ. Okay.
[SIGHS]
[LIGHT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
[♪♪♪]
- Mm!
- You're not gonna scream
and you're not gonna try to escape.
- [WHIMPERS]
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
ABEL: Gotta say,
it's kinda disheartening.
You know when you find out
your friend's secret
and you wanna post it on the Internet.
I just wanna figure out what's going on.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, now you know.
[♪♪♪]
Wait. Wait!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]