"coming to you very much live and direct on Network 23." "Carter's the best known reporter we have on the air." "He satellites globally." "Where does all this stuff come from, Bryce?" "The components of Carter's mind." "M-M-Max, M-M-Max." "[Bryce] People translated as data." "It's computer-generated, whatever it is." "It looks like Edison." "Max." "Max Headroom." "Max?" "He's a computer-generated person based on you." "Two minds, but with one single memory." "♪ [pop, on television]" "♪ Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do ♪" "♪ There ain't no cure for the summertime blues ♪" "♪ Yeah ♪" "This is Blank Reg, yeah." "Reg." "♪ [guitar continues]" "Reg!" "♪ [continues, lower volume]" "Dom, if it's not loud, it doesn't work." "Are you tired of complaints about sagging buns or flat and naughty little muffins?" "Then this next product is just for you." "And our first 23 callers will receive, absolutely free, this beautiful diamond necklace." "I don't know how you can watch that drivel." "One of my little pleasures." "Makes me happy." "If you want the real thing for the right stuff," "Zik-Zak muffin is it." "And the packaging is perfect as a soiree purse." "[laughs]" "You know, this home shop-shop-shopping show is great." "From start to finish, it's just sell, sell, sell, sell, sell, sell." "At last, a show with no-no-no commercials." " Go away." " [static]" "Reg, Max is ruining my program." "Good." "Honestly, someone at Network 23 ought to do something about him." "[static]" "Reg." "Reg, come here." "Reg!" "Ow!" "Bleeding hell, Dom, nearly ripped me bleeding ears off." "Come here." "Blimey, what is it?" "Look." "Well, that's not Max, Dom." "It's those zippers again." "They must have a hell of a setup." "Zipping into network transmissions takes a lot of power." "Well, they're ruining my shopping." "Takes a lot of nerve as well." "How are they doing this?" "Well, you see, they hack into our satellite transponders and they hijack our frequency." "Ashwell, Lauren means how are they cracking our security?" "Oh." "They flatten our ratings every time they zip us like that." "Look at those figures." "Shoppin' Spree TV is diving." "Viewers won't stand for this." "This has got to be stopped." "This is dangerous." "If they can break into our carrier that easily, nothing's safe." "Our bank accounts, our medical records." "Never mind that." "What about ratings?" "I've already alerted Bryce Lynch." "He's been trying to track them for some time." "He was a hacker himself, you know." "Send a thief to catch a thief." "Ah, Bryce." "You get that last zipping?" "Of course." "I've isolated the satellite they're hacking into." "Now, it wasn't easy, because they hacked our security" "Bryce, just the conclusion will be fine." "The conclusion, Mr. Cheviot, is that they are extremely good." "But not as good as I am, naturally." "Would you like to watch my endgame?" "He thinks this is a game." "He thinks everything's a game." "Don't you, Bryce?" "Yes." "I often play chess with the 23 computer." " And I often beat it." " [ding]" "Ah, here we go." "Would you like to watch?" "[typing]" "You've got it." "Well done, Bryce." "Uh, I think there's a little error." "Can you hang on just one minute?" "[typing]" "There's your target." "That's it, Mr. Cheviot." "You've got your zipper." "Let me have security." "[Blank Reg] You're tuned to Big-Time Television." "Where music is the brandy of the damned." "So, let's pop the cork on this." "Go, go, go." "Hold on, Dominique, he just walked in." "You see what that explosion did to the people in that city, you'll know why they call it a breeder reactor." "Edison, it's Dominique." "Blank Reg has been arrested." "What happened?" "Metrocops." "They said he was signal zipping." "Reg?" "That's crazy." "That's way out of his league." "Reg asked me to call you." "Edison, you've got to help him." "Where are they holding him?" "Metro jail 42." "I'm on my way." "Insert credit tube." "Now, just tell me the truth." "Were you zipping into Network 23 transmissions from Big-Time?" "Do me a favor, girl." "There's not enough power in that bus to zip up me trousers, never mind a network satellite." "I don't think you understand the severity of this charge." "Network zipping is a prime offense." " Sir." " I understand one thing, darling." "Someone's trying to frame me." "And when I find who," "I'm gonna unilaterally murder the swine." "Watch your threats." "We are being monitored." "Now, we might have a chance, as long as you aren't a recidivist." "Me?" "No way." "I can't even spell it." "You don't have a criminal profile?" "That's right." "Of course I don't." "Edison, you've got to get me out of this." "Someone is setting me up." "Right up." "[bell rings]" "All rise for the most highly rated judge." "Please approach the bench." "Your honor, the network has reason to believe that an indictment of first-degree zipping should be brought against this defendant." "Counsel for the defense." "I move for dismissal on the grounds that the network has no first-hand corroboration that my client committed this crime." "He's a Blank, your honor." "A Blank?" "In that case, he's beyond my jurisprudence." "Video court." "But you haven't evaluated my floppy disc." "The charges stand." "We've got to pick a court date." "Would you care to do the honors?" "No thanks." "All yours." "I play Grateful Dead on Wednesdays." "It only gives me one day to prepare your defense." "You believe me, don't you, old son?" "Yeah." "You didn't, you couldn't, and you wouldn't." "Question is, who did?" "How's Reg?" "He's pretty angry, all right." "What you got?" "Well, Bryce coordinated the targeting for that raid." "It seems he had a problem and it switched from mid-set, which is very strange." "Can it be switched?" "Yeah, it could, but why?" "Okay, the sat cam program produces a lot of temporary files." "Then discards them." "All those bits and pieces go into the purge directory, which is a sort of electronic trash bin." " Mm-hmm." " Which the systems operator empties at the end of the day." "Everything ends up in there." "Discarded files, bits and pieces of video outtakes, messages." "I'll see what I can find." "Praying, Bryce?" "No." "No need, huh?" "No." "Oh, good." "Oh, good." "Game of chess?" "No thanks, Max." "You can be white." "No thanks, Max, really." "I'm thinking." "I'm evaluating a recent strategy." "I know." "Did it work?" "What?" "Switching the coordinates." "How on earth did you know?" "I happened to be flit-flit-flitting about the mainframe and I just watched the show." "You won't tell." "Will you?" "These files write over themselves a lot before they're thrown away." "I'll get the computer to extrapolate it for us." "Now, those are the coordinates of the target." "But look, they switch and give us another set." "What are the new coordinates?" "Big-Time Television." "What are the original coordinates?" "I'm beginning to get a very nasty tingle in my spine." "Well, that's good." "Probably means a story." "It's not nice to eavesdrop, Murray." "It's not nice to falsify evidence, either." "Let's have the coordinates." "My God, it's ACS." "The Academy of Computer Sciences." "Now, that is a story." "Network 23's computer wiz kids zipping their own channel?" "That's a story, all right." "Yeah, I get your point." "A bit sensitive." "Sensitive?" "You can say that again." "All right." "Go to ACS." "Lay some story on them, see just what's going on." "Murray, Bryce Lynch on line two." "Yeah." " Theora." " It'll be fun, Edison." "Like going back to school." " Theora." " What?" "We both know something else about ACS, don't we?" "Yes, we do." "It's where Bryce came from." "We got a problem." "Listen, I have a great idea." "I just told Bryce to go with you." "You see, he'll be able to talk to the kids, help you subvert the little geniuses." "What's the matter?" "What is the matter?" "Well?" "Well what?" "W-Well, as they said to K-K-King Charles I on the scaffold, are you-are you going to go quietly?" "Or do you need a push?" "To ACS?" "Murray asked me to." "I have to help Edison." "What could I say?" "I have no choice." "Of course-Of course you have a choice." "The same one Charles I had." "Exactly." "Will you come with me?" "I think I have a problem." "[School announcer] Academy of Computer Sciences fourth period pod begins in exactly 1 minute and 3.0 seconds." "Your assignment for this period is to compute ten designs for peizo polymer fingers of a surgical robot hand." "Also, please note that we have distinguished visitors from Network 23 today." "So please show them how courteous we are." "The spore is loaded." "You take the first watch." "Look here, that's me." "Oh, yeah." "You trying to tell me you had sideburns?" "Yeah." "This bring back memories?" "Some." "Most memories are the random retrieval of normally superfluous data." "A waste of real time." "I try to bulk erase mine daily." "Yeah, well, be careful you don't erase all the bits that add up to experience." "Oh, I keep the critical material." "I remember my first undergraduate day here." "It was Tuesday." "It was raining, and I was cold." "Huh." "Your random recall is almost as good as Max'." "Oh, that's not random." "That was my tenth birthday." "They've separated." "These kids are bright." "They're into securicams everywhere." "I mean, I'm tapping off their illicit feeds." "Which makes you even brighter." " Older." " Wiser." "Marry me, Murray." "[School announcer] Announcement." "Nanotechnology pod test results are posted in the sub-micron lab for your viewing." "Headsysop." "Does it teach or devour maidens?" "Announcement." "Students are reminded not to leave their mutated molecules in their lockers overnight." "Well, we haven't got any absolute proof." "But the signals were tracked to this campus." "Naturally, I'm more inquisitive than anything else." "Naturally." "Are you positive about this?" "One of your former students did the tracking." "Bryce Lynch." "And he claims to be a genius, so..." "Ah, Lynch." "Excellent student." "Single-minded." "Well," "ACS students don't make mistakes, and Lynch was one of the very best." "In his time, of course." "Odd boy." "He never made contact with his parents after he came to us." "They were middle management, you know." " I well remember-- - [beeping]" "Time for my 3:00 pod." "I'll bring this up after session." "I'm as anxious as you to get to the bottom of it." "Headsysops, pods." "Tell you, in my day, it was headmasters and classes." "Yes, yes." "How times change." "We're all input systems, operators, and pod managers now, my boy." "But you can't fool and old head, you know." "[laughs]" "Settle down, settle down." "Order from chaos." "And now, for your next project, you will each receive a package containing one floppy diskette, an old-fashioned 888 processor, and a coat hanger." "With these materials, you will be expected to design a device to snare Clifford here." "We'll see which one of you can build the better mousetrap." " Piece of cake." " Piece of cheese." "Your humor parameters need expanding, Nicholas." "Yes, Stratton?" "Can we kill it?" "Yes, that is within the bounds of the experiment." "But I'm afraid you'll find that more difficult than you imagine." "Uh, Miss Partridge?" "What are the time parameters here?" "You may have until the end of the day." "If there are no further questions" "Yes, Stratton?" "What's Edison Carter doing here?" "Oh, once again my little code crunchers are getting ahead of their old sysop." "Say hello to Mr. Edison Carter." "[students] Hello, Mr. Carter." "He does look like Max Headroom." "Uh, no, actually." "He looks like me." "Mr. Carter brings a disturbing piece of information." "He suspects some highly illegal signal zipping has been emanating from this campus." "Now, if this is true," "I expect the responsible party to report to my office." "Because you are all minors, you will be spared the particular punishment usually afforded adults." "As I am fond of saying, we have our own methods." "Pod dismissed." "They seem like a normal bunch of kids." " Oh, yes." " Homicidal rodent squishers." "[laughs]" "You really expect the guilty party just to march right into your office?" "Of course." "We instill the morality of binary absolutes here, Mr. Carter." "The useful consequence of pure logic is the divine simplicity of a yes/no decision about everything." "Well, what about right and wrong?" "I notice you said "responsible party," not "guilty."" "A gray area is quite useless to a computer specialist." "We don't deal in guilt." "We deal in information." "That is why the appropriate party will be with us shortly." "You will see." "Let's adjourn to my office." "Doesn't this place bring back f-f-fond memories, Bryce?" "Ah-Ah-Ah, the sounds, the s-s-squeak of trainers on the gym floor, the screech of ch-chalk on gallium chip." "The secret kiss behind the computer terminal." "It wasn't like that." "Why do people get so sentimental about college days?" "Because for p-p-people like Edison, it was a time of giggles, g-g-girls, guys, and g-g-getting into trouble." " Not me." " Not yet." "[Boy] Bryce Lynch is in there." "Well, it's Bryce Lynch." "We got the warning." "Good." "How's your security?" "Optimized." "Only the inner circle knows." "What's that?" "My computer regeneration project." "Max Headroom." "Ah, yes." "We've heard about that." "Rather primitive." "We're into cross-species regeneration these days." "A little more advanced." "Se-Se-Se" "Seems like a nice boy." "Nicholas rather enjoys his performances." "Talk-Talk-Talking of performances, if you're gonna get us out of this m-m-mess you got us into, you'll need some fancy dancing." "What puzzles me is how a former student could have been incorrect about ACS being the source of the zipping." "Bryce wasn't wrong." "The party who did it just isn't 'fessing up." "Logically impure." "It would assume that there is a guilty party." "It just doesn't compute." "It would imply a gray area." "Not at ACS, Mr. Carter." "We work with perfect information." "Paradise, huh?" "Well, maybe you got a dragon in the Garden of Eden." "You mind if I have a look around on my own?" "No, no, not at all." "But, Mr. Carter, beware the dragon." "[laughs]" " How's Fang?" " Off his food." "Blimey, that bad?" "Now, be sure he gets his ice cream every night." "Yes, I will, but he won't eat it out of your spoon for me." "And Big-Time is off air." "We could go out of business." "He likes chocolate chip best." "If they are zipping, Theora, they're very clever at hiding it." "Apart from the inside of locker doors," " whole place is clean." " Oh, no, it isn't, Edison." "That hardware they've got in there is fully capable of signal zipping." "Look." "Crafty little devils." "That's nothing to the rest of the setup." "Some have perverted little minds." "Oh, good, there's Bryce." "[Nicholas] Nice to see you accessing the old memory bank, sir." "[Bryce] Turn down the potentiometer before you close the mic." "I've come to say goodbye." "We're about finished here." "Are your mics security looped?" " Of course." " Good." "Congratulations." "We got away with it." "The only thing that can happen to Blank Reg now is some temporary discomfort." "They'll soon find out he hasn't the power to zip and justice will compute." " Eventually." " You little beast." "Bryce." "I don't believe it." "Lots of little girls' and boys' tricks in the system." "What kind of games did you play, Theora?" "Growing up games." "Doctors and nurses." "[Edison] Yeah, well, there's nothing like a good physical." "Okay, turn left and go straight ahead until you reach the stairwell." "[Edison] Learn anything that might brighten my day?" "Yes, I was quite fast." "At the top of the stairs, turn left and then down the hall." "Ah." "I must remember to try and catch up with you." " As a specialist?" " But of course." "Now I want you to lift the nose of the statue." "Pardon?" "You lift the nose, you flip the switch, and the door behind the statue opens." "I'm afraid Bryce has been a very naughty boy." "I wonder what you tweak to close it." "Well, Bryce, I wondered what had happened to you." "What you up to?" "Sneaking a smoke?" "Or... zipping a network?" "Edison, how did you get in here?" "[squeaks]" "I think we better go have a little talk." "Oh, and try and remember," "I was a kid once too." "I wish you hadn't kept anything from me." " Like what?" " Your record." "But he hasn't got a record." "He's a Blank." "Previous criminal activities." "They can't have any files on me." "I've been off the records for years." "The network police ran a computer investigation." "They say the probability is you committed these crimes." "Oh, probability." "Yes, Dominique." "If the probability computes, and in cases where there's no evidence, they work on the probability." "Well, I expect it saves everybody a lot of work." "It's not gonna save you, Reg." "You compute." "And the punishment for network program zipping is terminal." "You put together pieces of my sat cam sequence from the purge directory?" "Most of it." "The computer did the rest." "Man." "I gotta recode that sat cam program to wipe out all the files before dumping them." "We saw how you altered the target from ACS to Big-Time." "Computer-enhanced files." "Illegally obtained." "You can't use that against me, Edison." "That's inadmissible evidence." "We don't want to use anything against you, Bryce." " We want to help Reg." "So should you." " Why?" "Because you've put him in very serious danger." "Bryce, I'm getting angry." "Then stop." "It's quite unnecessary." "Blank Reg didn't zip our transmissions, right?" "You know he didn't." "[Theora] Why did you do it?" "I mean, why Reg, of all people?" "I had to make a quick decision." "I had to protect ACS, didn't I?" "I don't believe it." "An emotion." "A decision, Edison." "I simply selected the closest option that would achieve that goal." "Now, Blank Reg couldn't be proven guilty." "It's an optimum solution." "What about right and wrong?" "Non-empirical concepts." "Don't you understand?" "The network court wants to make an example of someone." "[Theora] And Reg is it." "Network courts." "Our courts." "All we have to do is rearrange the information." "As long as no one finds out about ACS." "Bryce, stop treating people like machines." "You can't rearrange information which is evidence." "Grow up." "Okay, okay, so you were right." "He is an obstinate little child." "Where are you going, Edison?" "Cheviot's office." "Maybe I can get him to fix things with the network court." "You're just like Bryce." " What?" " Fix things with the court." " I mean, what about Reg?" " I care about Reg." "What about justice?" "You don't need to fix it." "He didn't do it." "But how do we prove he didn't do it?" "Bryce is right." "We can't use the information he accessed and we can't testify for Reg." "As 23's employees, our evidence is inadmissible in 23's court." "Unless Bryce helps," "Reg is in very real trouble." "Well, I'm gonna go and see Reg." "I mean, there must be a way of proving he's incapable of zipping from Big-Time." "If Bryce won't help, I will." "Why are you smirking at me like that?" "Me?" "Smirk?" "That's not in my pro-pro-program." "I thought you were on my side." "It's not a ques-question of sides anymore, Bryce." "Ha ha." "Except for the right side." "I'm uncharacteristically confused." "I'm used to logic, not opinion." "The thing" " The thing is you're a bit like me." "Ex-Except we've got different bits." "Sometimes I think I could use some leg-legs, and right now I think you-you-you could use some conscience." "Which file is it in?" "Think of yourself as a human program and that bit of you has developed a glitch-ch-ch." "Developed a glitch." "Everyone keeps lecturing me these days." "That's why I'm just talk-talk-t-talking to you about getting Blank Reg released." "I know." "Yes, sir." "That's right, sir." "We dropped off three more." "Leave the truck around the loading dock." "If you told your lawyer about your criminal profile, she might have been better prepared to defend you." "I told you, Dom, I didn't know." "How could you not know you had a criminal profile?" "It's something called the Career Capability Malfeasance Program." "CPMP." "It's the program that matches Blanks with unassigned profiles." "It compares the crime template to the personality template." "And if it matches, you're assumed guilty." "Criminals can blank out their identities, but they can't get rid of their criminal profile." "Are you saying there are more criminal profiles than there are criminals?" "Precisely." "If a Blank is arrested now, they run a CPMP on him." "If the computer says the probability is high enough, it's considered a match." "So that isn't really your profile." "That's what I've been trying to tell you." "Blimey, Dom." "Isn't science wonderful?" " Oh, Reg." " Yeah, wonderfully inhuman." "I'm gonna go to 23." "Our only chance is to get Murray to authorize this as a story." "Template matching isn't justice." "It's just administrative convenience." "Administrators." "Button pushers." "Hold on, Reg." "As they say, the last resort of the innocent is always publicity." "Watch me." "Nicholas." "We need a real-time conference." "What's tickling your synapses?" "Now look." "In my day, zipping used to be a good hack." "But things have changed." "It's a criminal offense now." "And by trying to protect you and ACS, I'm in conflict with my own network." "So?" "So flatline the project and submit a report to your sysop." "That's not a winning option." "You're a minor." "They won't do anything to you." "They'll dump me from the Academy, Bryce." "Look, as long as nobody says anything, nobody gets in trouble." "Blank Reg does." "Who?" "That guy?" "He's just an old Blank." "But he didn't do it." "We both know that." "That's irrelevant." "Is this what happens when you have to work around computer illiterates?" "You're really not compiling this, are you, Nicholas?" "You did it." "Blank Reg didn't." "Facts." "Give me credit, Bryce." "I've got it all worked out." "I'm sure your procedures are impeccable." "But you're using the wrong formula." "You remind me of myself." "Should I take that as a compliment?" "No." "Calm down, Reg." "I'm sure Miss Keeler is on her way." "If she's late for my trial, I'll kill her." "[siren wails]" "All homicide threats are recorded for later playback." "Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, sunshine." "[laughs]" "Bryce." "I'm at the Academy." "I just had a real-time conference with the zipping hacker." " Nicholas." " That's wonderful." "No, it's not." "It didn't work." "I don't know what to do, Theora." "Help me." "What is it?" "We just found out who the guest prosecutor is." "Paul Wade?" "But he's the frontman for 23's You the Jury show." "And the best television prosecutor money can buy." "It's a game show for my life." "Welcome to Network 23's award-winning game show" "You the Jury." "This is the defendant," "Blank Reg, a pirate TV operator employed by Big-Time Television, who Network 23 has charged with first-degree signal zipping." "These are the Metrocops who claim they caught Blank Reg in the act." "And this is the TV pirate's attorney, Shelley Keeler." "Shelley's got her work cut out for her, because today's guest prosecutor is the Channel of Fortune's leading quiz master," " Paul Wade." " [applause]" "On the show where the audience decides the verdict," "You the Jury." "We'll be back with our first pleading in just a moment, but first, this word." "If you want to do justice to your cooking, try Zik-Zak Soy Muffin Mix." "Tasteless, colorless, and odorless." "The perfect base for every taste." "Don't be guilty that they have no taste." "I know, Mr. Cheviot, but Edison insisted." "All right, Murray, put him on." "Yes, Carter." "Your network court is on the verge of convicting an innocent man." "That's an awfully serious charge." "Can you back it up?" "I can." "But I need you to buy me a little more time." "Are you asking me to subvert the network's judicial process?" "Quite the contrary." "I believe the true source of the zipping is not Blank Reg, but the Academy of Computer Sciences." "For God's sake, Edison, those youngsters represent the distillation of human intellect." "They're the root stock of the future." "Bryce Lynch is the product of ACS." "And Bryce is covering this up by changing the coordinates away from the true source of the zipping." "If that's true, if our own head of research and development is responsible for covering up a crime which cost this network hundreds of thousands of credits, we'll be the laughingstock of the industry." "We could lose the entire Zik-Zak account." "Mr. Cheviot, couldn't we reschedule the network court?" "Give Edison some time to clean up this mess." "Please." "Sir, the accused is Blank Reg." "I'm sorry about Blank Reg, believe me." "If he's innocent, I'm sure he'll be acquitted." "He's only one man." "I have to concern myself with the greatest good for the greatest number of people." "Which means this entire network." "No, Murray." "I won't reschedule." "Better find Bryce." "It's time for kill or cure." "Welcome back to You the Jury." "And now, here's the judge." "Thank you." "Hello, hello, hello." "Oh, thank you, thank you." "And welcome to the show that puts you in the jury box." "Our first case today involves a charge of zipping against a Blank Reg." "For 1,000 credits, how does your client plead, Ms. Keeler?" "Innocent." "I" "I mean, not guilty, sir." "Just relax, Ms. Keeler." "Proceed with your opening argument, Mr. Wade." "Thanks, Bob." "Ladies and gentlemen, the prosecution intends to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Blank known as Reg is guilty of network zipping." "What we're really talking about here is principle." "What we're talking about is a threat to television." "To our lives." "We are talking about interruptioning." "When decent, honest, peaceful television-loving people cannot watch Shoppin' Spree without these savage attacks on their viewing freedom, we have to ask this question." "Are we being too lenient?" "When our wives and daughters cannot shop from their own homes in peace, we must ask is consumerism itself under attack?" "[crowd boos]" "Credit for your thoughts." "Save your money, Edison." "You already know." "I don't want to sound paranoid, but..." "I know this place is bugged." "Now we're in a cone of silence." "No one can eavesdrop." "I tried to redirect Nicholas, but he's a poorly designed system." "What system?" "The system that allows him to be better off by keeping quiet." "I mean, what good is a system if it doesn't work properly?" "I hate to be the one to break this to you, Bryce, but life is more than just interactive systems analysis." "Not really." "It's a matter of information." "Once we understand and collate our ideas, life will be much simpler, really." "It's a matter of number crunching." "It's not just more complicated." "Look, life is based on something more than just logic." "It's based on... feelings." "So everyone keeps telling me." "Is it difficult to keep your feelings at bay?" "Well, you can switch them off when they become inconvenient." "It's just that every time you do, you become a byte less human." "But what if a microchip failed to work properly because it had to make a moral decision every time it switched?" "Okay." "And what if you created an artificial intelligence and it wouldn't work because it disagreed with your principles?" "Then you have a choice which is not just a yes/no binary absolute." "It's a question of conscience." "Yeah." "Conscience." "Better work that one out." "Look," "I really enjoyed this little chat, but I gotta get going." "I gotta go watch a friend of mine go down for something he didn't do." "Well, at least you'll understand that." "So, my little ch-ch-chip off the old mainframe, what are you going to do?" "Well," "I think I need to rewrite my own program." "Okay." "Now, moving on to our second round of questioning." "[buzzer]" "Oh, that's the plea-bargaining buzzer." "Approach the bench, guys." "[no audible dialogue]" "According to our rolling audience poll, the Blank Reg should be reduced to random electrons by a margin of 9 to 1." "This is my first and last offer, sweetheart." "If the Blank cops to zipping, I'll settle for life and a day." "I have to confer with my client." "Will she go for the life and a day, or try to get the Blank free?" "Let's ask some of the folks in the gallery what they think." " This is the deal." " I understand the offer." "If I confess to something I didn't do," "I go to prison for the rest of me life." "Stuff it." "I'd make a very bad prisoner." "They used the phrase random electrons." "I can't spell that, either." "It means no?" "Conference time's up." "Approach the bench." "So, what'll it be, Shelley?" "[dinging]" "We're gonna go for it." "Oh, they're gonna go for it." "Nicholas." "You've been cheating." "Nice try." "Cheating?" "Loading inaccurate information designed to crash a logic program." "And output bias to produce selective information." "And putting it simply, Nick, lying." "We couldn't." "The coordinates are clear." "It really was the Big-Time bus the zipping came from." "Blank Reg must be brilliant." "And guilty." "Hey, let's watch his sentencing." "Blank Reg, eh?" "Fancy being able to zip a live program." "Bryce, you're making a mistake in your old age." "You can't tell one set of coordinates from another." "I assumed you guys had learned something since I was here, but it's evident that your generation hasn't the skills nor the system for zipping." "What would you call this setup?" "Toys for Tots." "You're taking credit for Reg's achievement." "You're obviously trying to impress the girls." "Say when, Mr. Lynch." "Nicholas, you're behaving emotionally." "Shut up." "You wouldn't dare." "jury find Blank" " I move for dismissal." " [buzzer]" "Hold it." "Looks like we've got a move for dismissal." " On what grounds, Ms. Keeler?" " Pure logic." "My client, Blank Reg, couldn't possibly have caused the zipping you just saw." "He's here in the court." "[dinging]" "Oh." "Dismissed." "Oh, Dom, that's the first time you've ever had your arms around me." "Oh, Reggie, darling." "Ugh, about your personal hygiene." "Oh." "[laughs]" "What made Bryce change his mind?" "He didn't." "He adjusted his parameters." "Think it'll make him any easier to work with?" "Never." "Con-Con-Converts are the worst kind of bigots." "One of yours?" "One of my best." "[laughing]" "Closed-Captioned By J.R. Media Services, Inc." "Burbank, CA"