Devs

The ERA is not about, equality.

It's about power.

There are more of us than there are of you.

I wouldn't be so sure.

- Here you go, my man. - Thank you, sir.

You have a good one.

Hey, Stewart.

Lyndon, what the fuck?

You scared the shit out of me.

Sorry.

How'd you get in?

Did you bust it?

I don't know, maybe.

If I did, I'll buy you a new one.

I can buy you a whole new home if you'd like.

I don't want a new home.

I need to talk to you.

You're not allowed to talk to me.

No one saw me get here. They don't know where I am.

I bought a flight to L.A., left all my hardware

and then hitched back up.

Hitched.

Jesus.

You scared?

You want me to go?

I'm not scared for myself, Lyndon.

What did you want to talk about?

I want you to speak to them.

Or speak to Forest and smooth it out.

Smooth it out?

Get me back into Devs.

I don't think that's happening.

That's my fucking life's work in there.

- Lyndon, you're 19 years old. - No, I can't walk away.

Einstein was 26 when he told usabout relativity.

- You still got a bit of time. - But I have to be there.

I'm the guy who cracked the problem.

On a Many-Worlds principle.

Yes, exactly. And it worked, beautifully.

So what's the implication of that?

He doesn't want Many-Worlds. Just one.

But there is no "just one." That's the point.

If he doesn't like it,

he's got to change the laws of the fucking universe.

He's a tech genius. Those laws are secondary.

He's not a fucking genius, Stewart.

He's an entrepreneur.

And he's crazy.

He's obsessive. He kills people.

And he's trying to resurrect his daughter.

Just fucking ask yourself...

do you really want somethingas powerful as Devs

in the hands of someone crazy?

What... What's going on?

- What the fuck is going on? - Lily.

- Where am I? - It's okay.

- You're safe. We're in a motel. - What?

We're in a motel.

I didn't know where else to go, so I brought you here.

You brought me to a motel?

From the hospital.

You were in a hospital.

They put you there.

The police, a doctor.

The hospital.

You came to get me.

You got me out.

Chivalry.

Yeah.

Thank you.

You were, seriously wasted.

I don't know what they gave you...

some heavy fucking meds...

but you've been sleeping it offfor hours now.

I brought you some clothes.

Jesus.

I feel sick.

My mouth...

tastes like metal.

What happened to your hand?

Nothing.

I just hurt it while I was getting you out.

Where are we?

Napa.

I would have driven further, but I didn't think

anyone would find us here.

And I wasn't really sure

if the cops would be looking for my car

or where the hell we should be heading.

Holy fucking Christ.

What are we gonna do?

Okay, so I was thinking

maybe now we go to the media.

The press. Something like that.

We're telling them an escaped psychiatric patient

has secret information about a murder conspiracy.

No one's gonna listen, Jamie.

Then we run.

We can't use a credit card.

Jus... We can't buy gas.

We can't use a phone.

Do you have any cash?

40 bucks.

Then we aren't gonna be running far.

Do we have enough gas to drive back

into San Francisco?

Yeah.

Then I know where I'm gonna go.

But you don't have to come with me, Jamie.

Seriously?

Yes, I'm serious.

I can do this on my own.

Okay, Lily. Yeah, that's...

that's totally cool, I'll just

hang out here and watch cartoons.

You want to text me when you're done?

He's here.

That's his car.

Lily, you really gonna do this?

We could at least wait until he gets up.

It's her.

She's here.

I think I heard something inside.

Come in.

Can I get you a drink?

Think I've got some juice,

beer, milk, or there's water.

I'll take some water.

Okay.

How about you?

Sorry, I don't know your name.

Jamie.

You work for me?

No.

I'm good.

Lily wants to talk.

Right.

Why don't you let me do that.

- I came here to talk to him. - If you came

for answers, you should talk to me.

Maybe alone.

Yeah.

Come on, Jamie.

We're being thrown out.

It's a nice evening. We'll sit outside.

Don't worry. She'll be fine.

Let's sit down.

What happened to your hand there... you hurt it?

You fucking kidding me?

Is that supposed to be a joke?

No. Not a joke.

What do you mean?

Your...

attack dog, Kenton,

broke into my apartment,

half-drowned me in my own bathtub

and then bent back my finger until it snapped.

Jesus Christ.

You're telling me you didn't know?

I knew he'd intimidated one of Lily's friends.

I didn't know it was you.

And I didn't know he'd... broken your hand.

Yeah, well...

I'm very sorry.

It's not that I want these things to happen

or intend them to happen.

You just let them happen.

You observe from the sidelines.

Yeah, in a way.

I don't understand why I'm not talking to Forest.

I don't think you can answer my questions.

I can.

Who are you?

Katie.

Not your name.

I work at Amaya.

I'm the chief designer of the Devs system.

You're Forest's girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Yeah.

I guess I'm his girlfriend.

Not sure the word totally works for me, but...

whatever.

Is there a judgment?

Sleeping with the boss?

He's vulnerable.

Needs someone.

I like it being me.

I don't give a fuck who you're sleeping with.

I have other things on my mind.

Fair enough.

Did you know Sergei?

Your boyfriend.

Did you know him?

We had met.

Briefly.

What happened to him?

You know what happened to him.

I want you to tell me.

On his first day at Devs,