Accused

Sorry I'm late, I got held up at a deposition.

I hate this piece. Rachmaninoff.

You hate Rachmaninoff?

Listen, the prosecution just added in two more witnesses,

so you and I should probably go through them

before we go in.

To our fearless president for finally convincing

the legendary Ari Phillips

to sell his catalogue,

the last virgin catalogue, to Cascadia.

- To our Queen. - To our Queen!

Thank you, Vince, for the hyperbole.

Thank you very much. I'm very lucky to have you

as a right hand, you know? And as a friend.

And, and honestly,

all of you helped me help Ari Phillips

realize that AI is not destroying music,

it's making music better. So to Cascadia!

- Yeah. - To Cascadia!

I hope you saved room for dessert.

Everything on the menu is available,

but chef has made a special crème brûlée tonight

which people seem to be enjoying.

Thank you, very much.

My pleasure.

I just don't understand how AI can generate

such sophisticated songs and such crap.

Because everyone is using it, Rachel. What is she...

Yeah, okay look, if you don't know anything

about music, then your prompts are gonna suck, all right?

It doesn't matter if you're making something

original or enhancing a classic.

Yes, the results will be crap.

You need someone who understands music

to prompt your system.

Which is why she hired me.

Yes!

Musicians make the best prompters, don't they?

- Don't even think about it. - Yeah. You see,

we've been trying to convince Johnny boy over here

to be a prompter for years. But he finds it, um,

how would you put it, exactly?

Soul-crushing. Yeah.

What else do you call spending your days typing prompts

into a technology that replaced you?

So how do you spend your days?

I'm doing some gardening.

- Seriously? - No. No.

My husband is being modest.

He knows more about Cherokee Purple tomatoes

than anyone ever should. Yeah.

If you'd have told me ten years ago

that the man I met opening for Rancid at the Bowery

would become a gentleman farmer, I would've called you crazy.

I would've called you crazy.

-We have a good life. -Yes, we do.

Only thing we're missing is a kid.

Well, that, that would require you coming in

from the greenhouse, wouldn't it?

That was fun tonight.

Except for the kid bomb.

I'm sorry.

It must've slipped out. I just...

probably had a few too many.

But would a baby be so bad?

I mean, it is just the two of us

kicking around in that big new house

-you insisted on buying us. -How many times

are we going to have this conversation?

Until I get a baby.

We agreed to implant the embryos next year.

You know I gotta have my career set before I go on leave.

You're president of the company.

I'm not ready.

You wouldn't even have to take leave. Look...

I'm all prepared to full-time dad.

And actually I, I want to.

Can we just stick to next year like we planned?

Please.

Sure.

Ooh!

I'm sorry, honey. I'm... I'm almost done.

Babe.

That's so hot.

No seriously, I'm dying.

You know what? Forget it.

Okay, I'm sorry. Let's do this.

I'm not gonna have sex with your dead body.

You wanted to in the car.

Are we ever gonna make love again, Megan?

Yes, John. I promise.

I've just been running on fumes lately, you know?

-But I love you. -Yeah...

I love you, too.

Welcome, Megan Neumann.

Hey, I need you to pick three songs from Ari's catalogue

-and run them through the algorithm. -Sure you want three?

- Yes. - Later today, right?

Right, and we'll play them back for Ari at the meeting,

and show him the demographic analysis so...

Uh, excuse me. Vince, hold on a second.

I'm looking for Lila Richards.

-7C. -Thank you.

Look, I'm headed into lunch with my sister,

I'll call you back as soon as I'm done.

- Shoot. - Ugh, still too fast.

Littles!

-Megan? -Look at you!

Megan!

Look at you.

Look, I'm sorry if I'm, uh, interrupting.

I had a business lunch cancel on me at the last minute,

and I was already at the restaurant, so...

I figured if you were taking a break,

we could have some food.

Everyone, this is Megan,

my beautiful, high-powered,

and possibly perfect big sister.

Too sweet. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi.

-Do you think we could... -Okay, um,

I'm gonna take a break. Keep going...

and I'll be back in a bit.

Thank you.

What do you want, Megan?

What do I want?

I would like to catch up with my little sister,

who I have not seen or talked to in forever.

I've been working at Humanix for seven years

and you haven't been here to visit me once.

-That ain't true. -Tell me when.

I didn't come here to be tested.

Fine.

But don't pretend you didn't come here with an ask.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Uh...

Last time we spoke, yes, it was a long time ago,

you told me about a project you were working on.

The Elder Care Assistant?

The one I said we should get for Mom so she'd stop

complaining about us not visiting?

Right. No, not that one.

Um, huh...

The sex robot.

You mean the Intimacy Companion.

Right. How is that one going?

We're still in the beta test phase,

and it'll be awhile before we get FDA approval,

but honestly?

It's a game changer.

Whoo! I mean, it is a quantum leap

beyond anything that has been on the market before.

-Who is your market? -Lonely people,

virgins, incels.

What about husbands who aren't getting any...?

-You? -Yeah, I wasn't lying about my 24/7 work schedule.

I am falling down tired when I get home.

I do not have the bandwidth for sex that John does.

And I really feel bad for him.

-I feel bad for us... -Hmm...

So I thought maybe...

Uh, the test group has already been selected,

so it's too late to get John in.

Didn't you learn anything from Mom's pole dancing?

-It's never too late. -He would have to get a bunch

of psych evals and questionnaires.

-He would have to-- -No. I could fill all that out

- for him. Can't you just slide it to the top of the pile?

I knew there was a reason you came here.

Yes. Fine. But I also love seeing you. I really do.

-Yeah, when you need something. -But...

I wuv you.

This... That... that is so dumb.

Mm... But you wuv it.

I can't. I hate you.

I just wuv you so much!

I can't believe you're still doing this.

-Oh, but it... -Stop. God!

John?

You're home early.

Yeah, I had to sign for something.

Ah! Perfect timing. I could use a hand with these.

No, no. I'm wearing silk. That's not happening.

-It'll only take two seconds. -Nuh-uh.

I told you I am willing to pay for a gardener.

I need you to come inside, I gotta show you something.

-Babe. -Come on.

Maybe I'll help you later.

I got you something, come see.

Will I help you?

Is that a coffin?

It's a present. For you.

Open it. The code is our anniversary.

It's a robot.

For what?

Intimacy.

You mean for sex.

Mm-hmm.

You bought me a sex robot for our anniversary?

Yeah, well, Lila,

she needed subjects for a trial