[ Fire crackling ] Lee: No one ever believes campfire stories.
But this one's true.
I would know.
It all happened because of me.
[ Water splashing ] It was summer.
Her name was Annie.
She was always messing around in the woods with her boyfriend Dale.
I remember the first time she saw me.
I thought we had a moment.
She was...conflicted.
Everyone thought she was just a mean girl.
But there was something mysterious about her.
[ Gunshot ] [ Indistinct shouting ] No one ever seemed to notice me.
But everyone talked about Annie and the things she did.
Little Brian and the water bomb.
[ Laughter ] The inner-tube incident.
Lucy and the lollipops.
But there was one target left to hit.
Burger Boy.
No one knew how old he was or where he came from, just that he only ate burgers and never got in the water.
Girl: I heard once someone tried to take his burgers, and they, like, died.
Boy: Do you know what happens when he gets in the water?
All: Medium rare!
Medium rare!
Medium rare!
Lee: Things got out of control.
You could tell Annie and Dale were up to something -- something crazy.
[ Indistinct conversation ] That day at lunch, everything changed forever.
[ Girl laughing ] Lee: I followed her.
I wanted to tell her she was better than him, better than everyone.
Because she knew what feelings really felt like, and I wanted to tell her that I knew, too.
I was waiting for the right moment.
This was it.
I'd walk up to her, and she'd fall into my arms, crying.
Then I'd kiss her on the mouth.
I just had to be cool.
But not everything goes according to plan.
Annie: Hey.
What are you doing?
Do you want to do something fun?
[ Girls scream ] [ Laughter, water splashes ] [ Indistinct talking ] Take off your shirt.
Lee: What?
[ Girls scream, water splashes ] [ Indistinct talking ] Girl: What are you guys doing?
[ Water splashing ] [ Bell ringing ] [ Wind whistling ] [ Girls scream, water splashes ] [ Water bubbling ] [ Water splashes ] [ Bell ringing ] [ Annie screams ] [ Creaking ] [ Water splashes ] Lee: No one would ever believe me.
Why would they?
[ Girl screams ] [ Typing ] Man: Despite evidence to the contrary, Rita Mahtoubian is not a terrorist.
To the best of my knowledge, it began with an invitation from her neighbor to a Rosh Hashanah dinner.
Feinstein: I've always found it interesting, the phrase "the least I can do."
If it's the least you can do, why not do more?
As I see it, if you do the least, you'll live the least life.
But if you do the most, you'll live the most life.
Man: As she listened, Rita realized how from so much, she had become so little.
In 1949, Rita's grandfather fought to nationalize the British-owned Anglo-Persian Oil Company.
The police report states his death was caused by a malfunction in the machinery.
His body was found several days later.
In 1979, Rita's uncle, Rostam, a Marxist and revolutionary, was found dead.
The report states he died by his own hand at 769 Jalai Street.
Rostam's death radicalized Rita's father, Rousba.
But Rousba's prayers could not stop Sadam Hussein's bombs, and by 1980, Iran and Iraq were at war.
As war raged on, Rousba was enlisted, but his family would be unable to bury him.
All that was found was his right hand.
The decision was made.
Rousba's only child would be sent to live with her father's uncle in Los Angeles.
[ Dariush speaking foreign language ] [ Woman sighs ] [ Dariush speaking foreign language ] -[ Speaking foreign language ] -Woman: Oh, geez.
What, uh -- What's her name again?
Dariush: Roshanak.
Woman: No, no, no, no.
We'll call her Rita.
Sweetie, do you know Rita...Hayworth?
Man: But this Rita did not grow up to be the kind of woman who demanded the spotlight.
Woman 2: I can't believe it's only 5:00.
Woman 3: I just need to turn these in to Jonathan, and I think we can still make happy hour at Acapulco.
Hey, hon.
You're sitting on my cardi.
Man: Mostly, she was a loner.
[ Cat meows ] Rita: [ Smooching ] Man: That is until the night Gayle Feinstein invited her to a Rosh Hashanah dinner.
Rita realized if she wanted to have the most life, she'd have to start doing the most.
Like her namesake, she would become a glamorous woman.
Rita: Yes, uh, can I speak to someone in customer service?
I...think I bought the wrong kind of peroxide.
[ Beep ] Man: She would be the type of woman who traveled.
She would be the kind of woman who could cultivate a garden.
And instead of spending her Saturday nights alone, drinking Coca-Cola and eating olives... You gonna eat those?
She would become the type of woman who could host a lovely meal.
Rita: Did you read that article about Pete Webber in The New Yorker?
Apparently he's the new bad boy of bowling.
Mm.
I'm making my mother's afternoon fondue.
Oh, you're gonna love it!
It's...divine.
Ow!
Damn it!
[ Explosion ] [ Distant sirens wailing ] Woman: She always seemed like such a nice girl.
Woman 2: She's an Iranian.
Her uncle passed away last year.
Woman: Oh.
Rita: I was just trying to have some company.
[ Knock on glass ] Man 2: We're heading down to get a drink.
You want to join us?
Man: I've still got things to do.
Man 2: Right.
Man: My investigation proves the suspect's actions at 119 Garden Terrace prior to the explosion on the night of September 12, 2002, were not acts of terror but rather acts of self-improvement.
In conclusion, the U.S. government no longer considers Rita Mahtoubian a terrorist.
She is, however... a person of interest.
[ Insects chirping ] Narrator: Roger Stern, a wealthy housing developer in Colorado, prepared land for housing plots along with his son, Timmy Stern.
He forewent hiring extra employees so he could spend more time with him.
One summer, there was a tragic tractor football accident, and Roger lost Timmy.
In a desperate attempt to replace him, Roger cut out Timmy's heart... and built a robot.
He placed Timmy's heart inside it.
[ Heart beating ] He named him Timmy II.
"Who am I?"
At first, Roger believed that Timmy II was every bit as Timmy as the original.
But it soon became clear that he wasn't.
He was very much someone else.
Timmy II struggled to find himself.
[ Feedback, tapping ] Timmy II: My name is Timmy II, and this song is called "How I Feel."
[ Man coughs ] ♪ This is exactly how I feel ♪ But not exactly who I am ♪ What does it take to be a robot?
♪ ♪ What does it take to be a man?
♪ -Man: Hey!
-Timmy II: ♪ This is exact-- Man: What do you know about feelings?
You're just a machine!
Man #2: Yeah!
Give us back our jobs.
Man #3: You suck!
[ Crowd booing ] Narrator: Timmy II didn't feel like a machine, but he also didn't feel human.
[ Thunder rumbles ] Deep down, Timmy II blamed his creator for his confusion.
Timmy II: I don't want to play music anymore.
Roger: Listen, you're unique and you're special.
Timmy II: I have a "II" after my name, Dad.
Roger: Timmy never spoke to me like this.
Timmy II: I'm not Timmy.
Timmy's gone.
Roger: That's no way to speak to your father.
Timmy II: I'm not your son.
I'm just some creature you made to replace someone else.
I'm leaving.
Roger: Then don't bother coming back.
Narrator: Desperate, Timmy II met with Adrian Carl, a former surgeon who in his reckless youth had lost his medical license.
Adrian: Hey, Timmy I-I?
Timmy II: It's Timmy II.
Adrian: I can make you look human.
[ Whirring ] Timmy II: Really?
Adrian: Trust me.
Timmy II: Aah.
Whoa.
Aah.
Stop it.
I don't want to do this anymore.
Adrian: They forgot to order the torso and -- and the arms, but we'll give you a discount.
Don't worry about it.
Just look at your beautiful face.
Announcer: If you're just joining us, you are looking at dramatic images of New York's World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan, where we have just been told -- Man: 9/11 just happened.
Announcer: Uppermost floors of the western tower.
There is no more information at this moment, but please stay tuned -- Adrian: We don't do refunds.
Narrator: Timmy II had changed to please his town.
Man: Go back to your country, terrorist!
Narrator: But his town changed, too.
Unable to face his creator for fear of embarrassment or the people of his hometown, Timmy II left America for the Middle East using an underground railroad built for racially profiled Muslims.
Timmy II: I'm human now but the wrong kind, I guess.
I have to leave forever.
Goodbye.
Timmy II.
[ Crowd chattering ] [ Goat bleats ] Narrator: Timmy II arrived in the Middle East and began building a life for himself.
He made a living selling women's clothing on the street.
Timmy II: This one's pretty nice.
And then I told him that I'm not even configured for Arabic.
[ Laughter ] Narrator: For the first time in his life, Timmy II belonged.
Woman: We're red everywhere.
Narrator: Meanwhile, America's housing bubble burst, sending Roger's housing development business into a downward spiral.
A customer of Timmy II's, suspicious of his U.S.A.-made body, reported Timmy II to the despotic dictator of the region.
His secret police proceeded to apprehend him with surprising promptness.
[ Door slams ] Roger lost his house to a bank, and to make ends meet, took a job working for them.
Timmy II's cellmate was Ali Hakeem, a Sufi imam from India wrongfully accused of blasphemy.
Timmy II: I'm Timmy II.
Ali: Why do you have a number after your name?
Timmy II: I'd rather not talk about it.
Narrator: They bonded and became good friends.
Ali: This is the toilet and here's the bed.
Narrator: Months went by, and Timmy II grew despondent.
Timmy II: We had a big fight.
He doesn't want to see me anymore.
Ali: That can't be true.
Timmy II: Nobody cares what happens to me, anyway.
Man: You think you can just kick me out of my own house?
Don't you guys have any heart?
Ali: Do you even know who you are?
Timmy II: I don't even know what race my head is.
Ali: I think you'll feel better if you talk to your dad.
[ Crowd shouting ] [ Explosion, glass shatters ] Ali: Wake up, Timmy II.
Timmy II: What's happening?
Ali: It's an Arab Spring-type event.
I think we should get out of here.
[ Glass shatters, shouting continues ] Narrator: Timmy II and Ali traveled for days toward the United States.
[ Frog croaks ] Ali: Stop.
I can't go any further.
Timmy II: Why not?
Ali: I don't have a visa.
Narrator: Ali went to Canada while Timmy II continued on to Colorado.
[ Wind whistling ] Man: I've been making payments for ten years.
Roger: Yeah.
Man: I missed just a couple of payments, then you just take my house away?
Timmy II: Dad?
Roger: Who are you?
Timmy II: It's me, Timmy II.
I have a Pakistani head now.
Narrator: Roger brought Timmy II to an abandoned factory that was once used to make the nation's giant bridge cables.
Roger: I like to come here to think sometimes.
Timmy II: I'm -- I'm sorry for running away.
Roger: I shouldn't have expected you to replace Timmy.
I saved it for you.
You'll never be fully human.
You'll never be fully machine.
You're something in between.
Timmy II: I think I'm okay with that.
[ Strumming ]