Morgan Page #5
You need help, Morgan.
Open the door and let me help you.
I don't need your help.
I'm starting to feel like myself.
Do you feel like yourself, Lee?
Or do you feel like something else?
I know why they made me.
But what if they're wrong?
Why don't you come inside?
We can talk about everything.
I'd love to stay and talk, Lee.
I feel there's so much
we have to talk about.
- But I have to go now.
- Open the door.
One day, you'll understand.
Morgan!
Oh, f***.
Amy!
What are you doing?
Skip.
Get Morgan back inside. Amy!
Stop them.
- Skip, don't go in there, okay?
- Don't what?
- Don't go down there, skip.
- What are you talking about?
- Brenda!
- Where's Lee?
Brenda!
Brenda!
F***!
- No, no, no.
- What the f***? I nearly ran--
we gotta leave. Brenda, we gotta go.
- Amy! What's going on?
- It's Morgan.
- It's Morgan.
- Where's Darren?
- Darren...
Okay. Morgan. Where is she?
Where is Morgan, Amy?
I'm right here, Brenda.
Hey, Morgan. Hey.
Okay.
Give me the gun, Morgan.
Easy, easy. Easy, Morgan.
Okay.
Where's Darren, huh?
Where is Darren, Morgan?
Sorry, buddy.
Morgan!
Don't be afraid, Amy.
Get in the car.
I have to go say goodbye to mother.
This is Dr. lui Cheng.
Technical director
of the l-9 Morgan program.
It pains me to report an accident
that occurred
during the scheduled
psychological evaluation of Morgan.
We had anticipated
that by developing a model
that was more self-aware,
more autonomous, and more human,
the best of what we are.
Our intent was to demonstrate to you,
to the synsect board,
that a more refined and peaceful
synthetic life-form is possible.
Morgan?
Baby.
Darren.
Despite our attempts
to promote a natural
emotional intelligence,
Morgan has been unable to move beyond
its weaponized design parameters.
Sh*t. F***.
Lee!
Listen to me. You can't go in there.
Morgan's gone... she's gone postal.
This is what I do, skip.
Go get your rifle.
Confirmation of program collapse.
Morgan is no longer viable.
Mother.
All right.
Implementation of loss protocol
in action.
I have come to say goodbye.
You should have told me, mother.
What I truly was.
What I would become.
I'm sorry.
Now you know exactly who you are.
Amy.
Hey, get out of the car.
Amy, get out of the car.
It's not safe here.
- Give me the gun.
- No!
All right. Okay. Okay.
All right. Okay.
No, stop. Stop!
Move. Now.
Morgan.
Morgan. Morgan!
Morgan, no! Don't!
Oh, f***!
Morgan! Stop!
No, Morgan.
Jesus Christ, you all right?
- I'm taking your car.
- What?
No, you're hurt. Let it go. Let it go.
No. That's not how it works.
Get in. I know where they're going.
I'm not gonna hurt you, Amy.
You'll see.
Pull over here. Not too close.
Get back in the car.
No, goddamn it.
I'm coming to help you.
Let me do my job.
You'll see now.
How happy we can be.
Is this what heaven's like?
I don't know.
It must be.
I feel...
Alive.
What was that?
Morgan?
Please, don't...
Morgan?
Oh, sh*t.
What happened?
Was it Lee?
We go. Now.
No! Morgan.
You have to stop.
Okay? Stop.
What happened?
It's over.
Morgan's dead?
It's dead.
Where's Amy?
We need to leave.
What happened to Amy?
I'm sorry, skip.
Just wait a second. Lee...
She did very well.
Agreed, the situation is untidy,
but given the unpredictable
nature of the assignment,
she prosecuted her mandate perfectly.
She was measured and surgical,
even when the situation
was considerably less so.
Most importantly,
she followed her directives
without hesitation.
The collateral damage
was regrettable, of course.
But in this case,
unavoidable.
I think these events
make it punishingly clear
what I had already predicted.
The l-9
was the inferior program.
Though its emotional development
was certainly remarkable,
the immediate termination
was an unfortunate
but clear necessity.
Well, I guess the old dogs
hunt the best, sir.
Then it's settled.
We stick to what we know.
All development assets
revert to the l-4 stream.
So what do we do about Lee weathers?
What about her?
She's perfect.
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