"Tribeca?" "Hey." "I didn't mean to wake you up." "Where you been?" "Uh... you know, just working." "Till 5:00 p.m.?" "Yeah, uh, I got some beers with Tanner and Hoffman after work." "Guess I kind of lost track of time." "For future reference, I like drinking beer and losing track of time, too." "Yeah, it was really a last-minute thing." "Hoffman was supposed to text you." "All I got was this selfie." "Huh." "The food I stole from work is in the fridge, if you're hungry." "I ate already, but thanks." "You know, Tribeca, I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you've been acting really distant." "What?" "I got to be honest..." "I'm really frustrated." "I wonder if it's time we took a break from dating..." " I totally agree..." " And got married." " Oh." " Oh." "I'm gonna go sleep in the car." "Geils." "We'll be right there." "Tribeca, we got a murder." "Wake me up in 10 minutes." "You know what?" "Wake yourself." "What are we looking at, Scholls?" "Are you okay?" "Never better." "Right this way." "This is Dr. Jurgen Kottbulle... 36 years old." "Found dead on the floor by his assistant." "What do we know about him?" "He was a genius pioneer in robotics and automation." "You ever hear of the dishwasher?" "He had two." "Although recently, it was rumored that he'd been working on some pretty out-there stuff." "Until someone broke his neck." "I was obsessed with robots as a kid." "I always wanted one that would help take care of me and my brothers... cook us dinner, make our beds, tell us we did a good job... but my mom never got one for us." "This place is immaculate." "No signs of forced entry, no evidence of a scuffle." "Necks don't break themselves." "How did he..." "I don't know, okay?" "I get paid either way." "Monica, take five." "The hell's gotten into her?" "Gambling." "It's gotten pretty bad." "Come on now." "Yes!" "The world lost a brilliant man today." "I'm sorry." "And you are...?" "Victoria." "I've been Dr. Kottbulle's assistant for three years." "Detective Jay Geils." "I-I mean, uh, Detective Jay Geils." "This is my friend Andrew Jarbaca." ""Andrew's" fine." "Cappuccino?" "Yes, please." "Tea for me." "What can you tell us about this morning?" "I entered the lab at 7:00 a.m..." "And that's when you two arrived." "Did anyone else see your boss before you came in?" "I don't think so." "Did he have any enemies?" "People with an ax to grind?" "His former partner, Dr. Frederick Wurst." "Wurst was jealous of Dr. Kottbulle and would send frequent angry, incoherent e-mails." "Pardon my French, but... il est un grand trou de cul." "Well, thank you for talking to us, Victoria." "We'll be in touch." "Of course." "And if I can be of any help, please don't hesitate to call." "Here's my card." "Oh." "We got an address on Frederick Wurst." "Geils?" "Don't worry about it." "Maybe we should talk about what happened last night." "Victoria seemed really upset about her boss's death." "You think she had a crush on him?" "What's going on with us?" "Are we taking a break?" "Are we not taking a break?" "Why don't you talk about it with Tanner and Hoffman when you go out for beers tonight?" "I'm really trying, Geils." "It's just every relationship before this has ended in disaster." "I'm just asking you to bear with me, okay?" "Okay." "I'm trying, too, you know." "Dr. Wurst?" "Come in." "Come in." "I'm so sorry I can't be there in person." "I'm currently at a conference in Vienna." "That's convenient." "How long have you been out of the country?" "Oh, I arrived last Thursday, so way before any murders were committed." "Please, sit down." "Make yourself at home." "Doctor, I don't know if you've heard, but your former partner, Dr. Jurgen Kottbulle, was found dead this morning." "Oh!" "Great news!" "Thank you, detectives." "Suppose there's no right way to grieve." "Well, when the world is rid of a madman, the only logical response is joy." "You see, Dr. Kottbulle was developing artificially intelligent beings who would surely have hastened mankind's extinction from the Earth." "Not a fan." "In fact, let me show you a lecture we gave two years ago." "What if I told you in 20 years, 90% of all relationships will be computer-to-computer?" "And what if I told you that these very same computers will murder you in your sleep?" "I told you not to tell them that." "They need to know." "Don't push me!" "What are you talking about?" "!" "Don't push me!" "Oh!" "I hope you die!" "Aside from our weekly dinner, I never saw him after that." "Okay, we'll be in touch." "Do you mind if I use your restroom?" "Uh... actually, I don't..." "I don't have a restroom." "No, isn't that it right here?" "No." "No!" "Yeah." "No!" "Are you sure this isn't a restroom?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "Something's not sitting right." "I feel like it's a trap." "Let's skip dinner at your parents' house and go straight to your brother's play." "Okay, Wiedner." "Tell me you got something on the egghead murder." "We have a suspect... his former partner, Frederick Wurst." "He has a motive but not a shred of physical evidence connecting him to the crime... no fingerprints, no footprints, no fibers." "So we find one eyelash, one tire tread, and this Wurst is cooked." "We grilled Wurst, but I don't think he cuts the mustard." " No dog in the hunt?" " He's just a sour Kraut." "So we ketchup with him later." "As much as I'd relish raking him over the coals, frankly, he's a weenie." "I just don't think he snapped a man's neck." "Maybe a woman or a child, but not a full-grown professor." "What about the beautiful assistant?" " Did anyone..." " I'll do it." "You cut me off." "I was gonna ask if anyone questioned her." "I'll do it." "But I think I should... do it alone so we don't spook her." "All right, let me know what you find out." "Hey." "Since when did we start questioning suspects alone, partner?" "Oh, I mean, you can come along if you want." "I just thought you'd be bored, you know?" ""Where were you the night of?" ""Did you murder him?" Blah, blah, blah." "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." "Promise you'll call me if you rough her up?" "I promise." "Hey, Stirelli, I got a really big interrogation tonight." "Can I borrow a toothpick?" "You got it, Geils." "Let the record show I'm talking to Victoria..." "Nova." "Victoria Nova, assistant to Dr. Jurgen Kottbulle." "Do you know why you're here?" "Yes... you are hoping I can shed some light on Dr. Kottbulle's death." "You said the last time you saw him alive was the previous night." "When I left the office on Tuesday night." "He was enjoying a "M.A.S.H." rerun and eating a Hungry Man Salisbury steak dinner." "Do you love Dr. Kottbulle?" "What is love?" "I know what you mean." "Beats the hell out of me." "But seriously, did you have any feelings for Dr. Kottbulle?" "What is feelings?" "Like, did you think about him all the time?" "Could you only picture your life with him in it?" "Do you have feelings for Andrew Jarbaca?" "Good feelings, bad feelings... all kinds of feelings." "I think I had feelings for Dr. Kottbulle... good feelings, bad feelings, all kinds of feelings." "Like I got a giant pit in my stomach all the time." "Your intestinal tract is functioning normally." "No foreign bodies detected." "You have a really good sense of humor, Victoria." "I like talking to you." "And I like your toothpick, one they call Geils." "Let me ask you something." "If you were gonna go out and have beers with my friends, you'd invite me along, right?" "Of course I would." "I'm not a monster." "I'm sorry you have bad feelings." "For some reason, I'm not having them right now." "Because of me." "That might have something to do with it." "Just tell me you didn't have anything to do with Dr. Kottbulle's death." "You know what?" "Never mind." "Don't say anything." "I don't know nothing more from the last time you called." "Could be a cannonball, could be a knife." "Oh, my God, how many times you gonna call here asking about semen?" "Hoffman, line 6." "What's going on?" "Where's Scholls?" "She didn't come in, and I didn't want to get her in trouble with the lieutenant, so..." "Were you able to get to the Kottbulle murder?" "Kottbulle?" "Kottbulle." "Kottbulle..." "Kottbulle..." "Kottbulle..." "Oh, right here." "Now, whatever broke this dude's neck had to be crazy-strong." "Snapped his spine right in half." "Can a human do that?" "Oh, no." "We talking about some type of machine." "So a machine that's mobile enough to walk into an office and snap a guy's neck." "Isn't that called a robot?" "We're gonna need some help." "Boy, you kids sure do love your vegetables." "Here you go, Brian." "Hello, Diane." "And we try so hard to keep rats out of the cafeteria." "What brings you to Carl's Jr." "Junior High School?" "I need your help." "I know we didn't leave things on the best of terms." "You mean imprisoning me for conspiracy and attempted murder?" "But who testified at your parole hearing?" "You did... against me getting parole." "All the more satisfying that you're out." "Just stay away from me." "I have an apartment, a good job." "I'm sitting in on some classes to open up career options, maybe in fashion design." "Check out these shorts I made in home ec." "The subject I'm really interested in is science..." "Specifically, artificial intelligence." "Under the terms of my parole," "I'm not allowed near anything electronic... computers, the Internet, cellphones." "I can't even buy a vibrator." "So whatever it is you're talking about, can you please buy me a vibrator?" "If you agree to help me, there's a lot I can do to improve your situation." "I'm listening." "Does the name Jurgen Kottbulle mean anything to you?" "The FBI has had its eye on Kottbulle for a long time." "We used some of his technology to catfish world leaders." "One of his algorithms dated Angela Merkel for six months." "I heard he was working on some pretty out-there A.I. stuff." "How out-there is out-there?" "Maybe this will answer your question." "Not that one." "Wait." "Is that Victoria, his assistant?" "It's an early version." "Early version?" "Victoria's a robot." "She's more than just a robot." "She's a work of unparalleled genius." "Victoria, activate." "I am Victoria." "I know 20 animal sounds." "Cow..." "Mmmmmmmmm." "Monkey..." "Ooh-ooh-aah-aah." "Victoria." "Listening." "Who designed you?" "Dr. Jurgen Kottbulle." "Did you kill him?" "Cat..." "Meow." "Meow." "Answer the question." "She may not understand the question, Tribeca." "The software in this model is pretty basic." "Your shoes are pretty basic." "What'd you say?" "Crow..." "Raaak!" "Raaak!" "Is it possible that this thing killed Kottbulle?" "Well, it's not likely." "I mean, most A.I. have code written into their operating system that prevents them from harming humans." "Let me see what's in here." "Of course, this is very advanced programming." "Maybe he found the safety codes got in the way of producing sophisticated emotional responses." "But it's still a machine, and for a machine to rise to that level of anger and violence presupposes a highly developed cognition that doesn't exist in anything I've ever seen or read about." "I think we have to start with the assumption that robots are not violent till we see actual tangible evidence to the contrary." "Actually, we can answer all these questions by looking in her memory chip." "Thanks, Diane." "Couldn't have done it without your help." "You can't run from your problems anymore, Scholls." "And if I have to look into the stomach of one more fat, old, dead guy," "I'm gonna lose my mind." "I'm in too deep, Tanner." "They're gonna kill me." "They may be thugs, but they are still businessmen." "But I ain't gonna lie..." "this may get ugly." "Okay..." "Monica Scholls." "Date of birth?" "March 20, 1958." "Here it is." "The balance on your loan is $11,347, and it looks like you missed your last two payments." "You don't scare us, Spencer!" "I used to eat guys like you for breakfast." "Okay, now let's talk options." "Are you familiar with our GentlePay program?" "No!" "Why don't you familiarize us?" "Sure." "So, basically, it breaks down your balance into monthly payments, but if you miss one, there is a 30-day grace period." "However, after that, we do charge a $3 fee." "Well, let me tell you about my plan, Spencer." "You're gonna waive that fee." "Actually, we do have a promotion right now where we're waiving the fee for the first 12 months." "Now, I don't want to overload you guys with information, but we have partnered with Office Depot to offer you a Visa credit card with a starting limit of $10,000." "We will both take one!" "Turn me on, Geils." "Oh, I plan to." "Mm." "There's something you need to know about me." "It's okay..." "I already have it." "Geils, listen to me." "I'm not what you think I am." "I know you're a robot." "And that doesn't bother you?" "Look, I've been with plenty of humans, and they can be as cold and unfeeling as a machine." "Now, I've never made love to a toaster or a DVD player, but being with you these past couple of days," "I feel like you're the most human toaster I'll ever know." "Does that make sense?" "I want you, Geils." "Um, do you have something?" "Of course." "USB?" "HDMI?" "Bluetooth?" "Pairing device." "Connected to Geils, Jay." "Uploading." "Uploading." "A file of the same name is detected." "Replace." "No." "Rename." "Rename." "Creating untitled folder." "Buffering, buffering, buffering." "Upload is complete." "You may safely eject your device." "Cow goes..." "Cow goes..." "Cow goes..." "She's really messed up." "Victoria!" "Number 5 is alive!" "Victoria, we need you to listen." "[Deep, distorted] ♪ Daisy, Daisy ♪" "♪ Give me your answer do ♪" "This is hopeless." "No one's gonna get these references." "Hang on." "I can see where Kottbulle put the last update." "Let me try to access it." "Hello, Doctor." "My name is Victoria." "Victoria." "I love you." "Do you love me?" "Uh, Diane, do you want the room?" "He was trying to program them to experience human love." "Victoria, do you love me?" "I..." "I..." "I..." "I..." "It can't handle the emotion without frying the system." "At least in this version." "Did she kill Kottbulle?" "Yes or no?" "No." "She hasn't been active in the past six months." "But the new Victoria has." "Geils." "Uh, we should probably get going." "I've been off the radar for a while." "You want to leave?" "You have bad feelings?" "Honestly, Victoria, I am starting to have bad feelings." "Andrew Jarbaca and I never officially broke up." "You are a robot, so it's a bit of a gray area, but..." "We are not love?" "I mean, we definitely shared a connection, that's for sure, but as far as love goes," "I think maybe I need a little more time." "I don't have time, one they call Geils." "They will want to imprison me for killing Dr. Kottbulle." "I should get my notebook." "Please love me, Geils." "Let's talk about thi..." "Okay, I love you." "I love you so much." "Insincerity detected." "This is not what it looks like." "It's okay, Geils." "I get it." "You get this?" "I haven't been very nice to you lately, so this isn't a big surprise to me." "So, what do we do now?" "Maybe we... take a little break?" "Yeah, maybe." "I bet things cooled off mighty quick once you found out she was a robot, right?" "Yeah." "Well..." "Wait, what?" "Ew!" "How do you even do that?" " Well, I first used..." " I don't want to hear about it!" "Let's go!" "Okay." "Let me get my pants." "Victoria." "Listening." "I'm sorry." "This wasn't your fault." "I think we all have some things we might need to learn about love." "You give me good feelings, Geils." "Stop talking to it!" "Oh, my God!" "All right!" "God."