MURDER DRONES - Episode 5: Home

(bright upbeat music) (TV clicks) (calm music) - [Narrator] Upgrading models? Cutting maintenance costs? There are many reasons the client may wish to disassemble a drone individual or a series after a period of use.

Following these two steps is key to avoid- (static hissing) Incompletely disassembled drones may occasionally reboot from software death alone. More than undead federal fine hazards, it's corrupted AI carry an increased risk of future errors. (thunder rumbling) (water dripping) (technology glitching) (dramatic music) (thunder wailing) - Commonly kept, this breed is known for it's friendly, intelligent temperament and soft golden coat.

(laughs) Golden retrievers are also- Us as lizards. J drew herself. (paper rustling) (thunder) (electric beeping) (clears throat) - Are also known for having gentle mouths.

Oh, that's why they're good with kids. (loud thump) (floor creaking) (dramatic music and thunder) (mechanical whir) (footsteps receding) (thunder) (slow piano music) (electronic beeps) (gentle slurp) (soft bubbling) (electronic whir) (electric zap) - [Solver] Stab. (metal clinking) You seem upset big brother, N.

(ominous music) (electric shorting) Perhaps you'd like to attend the gala with me. Light sip. (water splashes) - Oh, not sure we're invited, little buddy.

Why not just hang with me? - Climbing crisscross apple sauce. Am I not wanted, N?

- Dude, you know it's Tess's folks. (dramatic music) (eerie whispers) - Ugh, don't gimme those eyes. - Giggle.

I am so naughty. The flesh demands invitation. (thunder rumbles) - Ah, we'll ask Tessa, okay?

If not, movie night. - Sheepish nod. (dramatic violin music) - Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Shuffle. - Western Villa style? Where you programmed by beasts?

- There's humans coming. I've only ever yakked to robots, J! Quick, pretend to be a ripping royal stud.

(electric beeps) On ya, girl. (glass clinks) I'm right Jay. (screams) N!

- (mumbling) Hi Tessa. (thunder cracks) (dramatic music) - Oh, who'd you bring with- you? - Seems Jay forgot to let me out of my basement time out again.

- Yet, here you are. - Annoyed expression. - You guys are locking her up?

- Oh, N. - Tessa James Elliot. We will not entertain your dumpster pets.

- Ye- Ye- Yes, mother. Sorry mother. - Oh!

Christ almighty. I said this one out of my sight. Oh, still can't follow simple orders.

- No. No. Please.

I- - Swamp. Dumping your broken drones. Clogging our library tomorrow too.

Don't test me. (thunder rumbles) - They are not broken. (thunder rumbles) We can no longer be thrown out.

- Did that little Anti-Christ- - I told her to say that and brought her here. I just hate orders. And your fans dumb.

(thunder cracks) No. (N yells) Stop! (N laughing) Stop!

(laughs) Go get it goobers. (crow squawking) (dramatic music) (electric beep) Uh, ow! Ronald, we were buddies.

Dark x wolf 17? (slow mysterious piano keys) (dramatic crunches) (electric whir) (electric beep) - Uh, made the tag when I was eight, shut up. (bell dongs) (thunder claps) (chains rattling) (Tessa grunts) - J, industrial machinery, chuck us a hand!

- Sorry boss, corporates spoken. - Cyn, if that little butler dies for your sake, I swear! - Mm, I have backups.

(electronic beeps) (chains rattling) (thunder cracks) - You will not have to discard your pets and I will not discard you. - Best stay away from the gala, though, you seem squeamish. (thunder claps) (mechanical ticking) (dramatic music swells) - So these are memories, and future me is dead at a sleepover?

- Not a sleepover. You passed out, 'cause some internal program is trying to delete these memories. - 'Cause of you?

'Cause you're doing that? Ow! - I'm helping.

You cute, weird, weird butler. We find out what happened to you here. Restore the memory files and save you from being digitally lobotomized.

Library basement, giddy up. - 'Kay. You kinda seem like an evil ghost witch though.

(N grunts) - I am a ghost witch, and I'm tall. Dad! Get out of my room!

(electric beeps) Important hacking going on. - Okay, okay. You've just never had friends over before.

- Not a sleepover. (thunder rumbles) (electric whirs) Sorry. Where were we- oh.

(bell dongs) (thunder rumbles) Okay N, I can pull you out at any- - Now ,now, please. - Any time. But you'll never get these memories back, dude.

(thunder claps) - Oh (wings flap) They're that important? - To you! And, like, me.

- Why? Who are you? - Oh, we just hang out.

Shut up. Repression door! (electric beeping) (thunder rumbles) (dramatic music swells) (metal creaking) (electric beeping continues) - The key.

- J has it. (maniacal laugh) (electric beeping) (soft pop) - It wants paid time off. .

. To attend union negotiations. - This is unrelated layoff!

(J spits) (J breathes heavily) (rain patters) (thunder claps) (dramatic music swells) - How do you reckon we murder us a robo-child, J? (distant rain patters) - How 'bout this? - How about this?

- [N] (whispers) Psst, Tessa. (electric beeping) (tense music swells) (thunder rumbles distantly) We need the basement team. This bird's from the future.

- I'd kill you. (laughs manically) - Cyn's gonna massacre the gala! - Who?

Our Cyn? Nah, she's cool. (loud thump) - Do your basement thing.

We got the coma patient you creeped on. - Not creepy, sweet. (metal clinking) (tense music swells) - Crikey, what abounding humphterfruffle!

- Why are you talking like that? (thunder rumbles) (eerie music swells) (rain patters) (wings clapping) (mechanical whirring) - Jump scare! Grab.

- DarkXWolf17, no! (N screams) (electric zap) - [Uzi] We're in. And J's useless, surprise.

(J grunts) (loud bangs) - Is V okay? Like in the future? - Unfortunately.

Now let's see what that little yellow creep was up- Oh! So. .

. That's a pretty metal origin story. - Not dealing with this great to be immediately honest.

Okay, it's gone. - All right, let's get outta here. (loud rumbling) - Hey buddy, you invite Doll to this- (Khan screams) (dramatic music swells) - Ghost buddy?

You okay? - [Solver] Better than ever, buddy. (N grunts) - Let's reset these memories one more time.

(dramatic music swells) (glass clink) - Welcome all. The Elliots are known for many things. Class.

Tenacity. Currently being alive. - [Solver] Well timed, giggle.

(thunder cracks) - Everyone stand back! This is a citizen's murder. (both gasp) - That dress.

- You hold that gun less cool this instant missy! - Tessa, remember you didn't have to- (glass shatters) You didn't have- (gun clatters) (metallic bangs) (dramatic opera music) - You didn't have to see this. (metal clanking) - Son of a- Come on.

Solver of the Absolute Fabric, get a grip. Tantrum. (mechanical whirring) Brain blast.

Oh V, could use some help in here. (door creaks) (electric whirs) (foreign language) - You wanting it tells me you shouldn't have it. (foreign language) - This is the only clue to what's wrong with me.

(electric zaps) Just leave us alone. (electric beeping) (foreign language) - Mr Doorman - (laughs) To spite me maybe. (foreign language) - Grab it.

Just grab it. Grab it! Intimidating glare.

- Whoa Cyn, for an Eldridge, monster singing. - The silver of the Absolute Fabric, the void, the exponential end! - Peep this.

(soft piano plays) (electric beeps) I got you. - Gold. .

. en Retrievers have- - Gentle mouths, dude. - Cute, false, gross, true.

Let's just delete your OS's then. Goodbye buddy. Execute.

- N! (thunder rumbles distantly) - What is happening? (electrical short) - [Uzi] Sorry, my freaking dad's stream- Whoa!

Whoops! (V coughs) - Uzi? - Don't freakin' dox me.

- Thanks. - You little Narc! Get out of my head!

(electric zaps) (maniacal laughs) (chainsaw roars) (soft mysterious piano) (electric zaps) (foreign language) (gun pop) - Just checking. Let's go.