Here he comes, Zinc.
And he's alone.
Go prepare our welcome.
Where's Ironface?
Rotting in synthetic hell.
This is a bad idea, Blackheart.
This one is too scary.
We don't need the guns.
Who's left to kill, anyway?
We don't even know the humans exist.
Let's get out of here while we can.
Forget about killing.
Those last two were nothing.
I'm satisfied.
The fastest way for you
to see Ironface again...
is to cross me.
We follow our program.
I'll prepare the welcome...
Just like you want.
Go get me a drink.
Keep your mouth shut. You understand?
Zinc showed some
intelligence, Blackheart.
Why don't you get out
while you still can?
Because I need those guns.
To kill imaginary humans.
Can't you let it go?
You've gotten pretty friendly
with the stranger, haven't you?
Maybe you've forgotten who's allowed
you to stay alive all this time.
Who is this male?
- Where did he come from?
- He hasn't told me anything.
He likes water on ice.
Water on ice.
Liar!
You all right?
What do you care?
I'm having a heck of a time
trying to access my motor controls.
Let's just say I'm
still a work in progress.
Do you want a new body?
I don't think there's
anybody out there that'd work.
You can go shopping.
Are Ironface and Zik dead?
Ironface is. Zik's counting down.
I couldn't see it, but I think
Blackheart killed Zik too, and Titus.
It figures.
You could still just walk away
and go about your business.
I am the business.
Hey. Watch out for Zinc.
She's the tricky one.
Poor Ironface and Zik.
You must be some kind of real monster.
You don't mind if I
kill this Drone, do you?
It's not like we need her, since
I guess we're all moving on.
Why don't you let her live.
Drones like this bartender
are basically weak.
They're always thinking that someone
good like you is gonna save them...
from someone bad like me.
Since I'm pretty much pure evil...
I want all Drones to know...
good just doesn't exist anymore.
That's my mission in life.
I'm willing to give up my share.
Your share?
What does that amount to?
I wouldn't know...
since I haven't actually seen it.
If it means so much to you...
she's gonna have to die.
Kill her.
All right.
Don't worry. I won't kill you just yet.
I need to probe your memory.
Surprise.
So, who are you?
Your memory.
Bartender.
- We gotta do something.
- Like what?
Let's get the hell out of here
before Blackheart kills all of us.
Holy Toledo.
- A gun.
- Maybe I can save him with this.
You're gonna shoot Blackheart?
No. There's no bullets inside.
The gun's empty.
But maybe I can get Blackheart to
think that I know where the treasure is.
While she and Zinc are following
me, you get the guy out of there.
How am I supposed to do that?
Pull yourself together.
It's his only chance.
- Where can I possibly hide him?
- You were a teacher. Think of something.
Yeah. You're absolutely right.
A problem to solve. That is so cool.
We'd better do this now.
- Before they kill him.
- No, before I lose my nerve.
- Where did you find the gun?
- When I first drilled the water well.
The treasure is right under their noses?
Must be.
It's the only thing I came
up with from the dredging.
I haven't found anything
else in all this time.
Come.
I hope my legs hold out better...
than my backbone.
I have faith in you.
You are a machine...
but you are now different.
We have reprogrammed you...
with a human purpose.
Now you can clearly see which
machines are good and bad...
who deserves to live
and who deserves to die.
What did you see?
Nothing.
He doesn't know anything about the guns.
But his mind...
it's controlled.
By what?
Purpose.
She's got a gun.
Where did you get that?
I can show you.
Humans thought they were so clever,
didn't they, to send one of ours.
Well, it just won't work.
He's been sent by humans?
Is that possible?
It doesn't matter.
It's empty.
Show me where you got this.
Sure.
Let's go.
- She's gonna kill us.