Incorporated (2016–2017): Season 1, Episode 1 - Vertical Mobility - full transcript
In 2074, where corporations govern all, one man must risk exposing his true identity to find his lost love.
- Did you get Karen's memo?
- Yeah. She expects us to have
the sales projections by Monday?
We just got the
numbers yesterday.
- I hear you, man.
My weekend is now
officially fu...
Excuse us.
- I want you to know
that I take no pleasure
in what I'm about to do.
No!
- Meanwhile, Hurricane Zoe
has finally made landfall
on the coast of Rhode Island.
It is yet unclear if
the Providence levees
will be able to sustain
a category-five storm.
The material damages could be
in the billions of dollars.
In other news, the Canadian
Prime Minister today announced
the construction of a new
high-security fence,
after 2073 became a record
year for illegal immigration.
It is estimated that already
12 million U.S. citizens
live in Canadian
territory illegally.
Gasgo Oil unveiled its
third offshore platform
on the former Arctic ice cap.
- Mute.
- Good morning, Mr. Larson.
- Good morning, Rachel.
This looks absolutely perfect.
Thank you.
- Morning, Rachel.
- Good morning.
- What is this?
Real deal? - Mm.
I thought a special
breakfast was in order.
- Mmm.
- Three years.
That's the bacon
anniversary, right?
Both: Mm-hmm.
- Mmm. I don't think I can
go back to that petri-shit.
- I don't think we
can afford not to.
- Bacon.
- Mm-hmm.
Mm.
Oh, my God.
- Shit. Unmute.
- Suspected terrorist attack.
Local authorities blame
the Sons of Tomorrow,
but the radical Micronesian
nationalist group
has not yet claimed
responsibility.
The device detonated
in an R & D lab
of the biochemical giant Spiga,
causing at least a
dozen fatalities
and an immediate drop
in the company's stock.
- It had to happen,
today of all days.
Security at the office
is gonna be a shit show.
- Hey, I'm glad they're
there to keep you safe.
- Work.
News.
- Spiga executive
Elizabeth Krauss
addressed shareholders
this morning,
after the company's
stock plummeted
in the wake of the bombing.
Meanwhile, shares of
their chief competitor,
Inazagi Biodesign,
soared to a new high
in early trading.
In local news, the latest
wave of food shortages
in the Red Zones has
led to a 10% increase
in break-ins into Green
Zone residential areas.
Corporate security forces
recommend caution and vigilance,
especially in and around
perimeter checkpoints.
- Over the past 40 years,
Spiga Biotech has
been at the forefront
of the genetic-engineering
revolution.
We designed seeds
capable of thriving
in the increasingly harsh
environments of our planet.
Our pest- and
drought-resistant crops
are now sold in
over 100 countries,
and our advancements
in in vitro meat
have transformed the
SynthFood industry.
Spiga.
Committed to feeding
our ever-growing world.
- Full cavity search
for my friend here.
- Next.
- Hey, Roger.
- These guys seem in an
especially pissy mood today.
- Don't you watch the news?
Micronesian nationalists killed
a dozen of our guys today.
- How can
you be a nationalist
when your nation's under water?
- I know, it's like calling
yourself a New Yorker.
- Nationalists, my ass.
Word is it was Inazagi agents.
- Inazagi? You think
they'd dare to?
- They're making a play
for the Asian market.
I'm telling you guys, this
was no terrorist attack.
This was sabotage.
- Step out of the scanner, sir.
Place your briefcase
on the slab, slowly.
We've got a code six down here.
Looks like some kind of malware.
- Doesn't seem to
be booby-trapped.
I'm gonna open it.
I'm turning it on now.
- Oh, God, I
want you in my mouth.
Mmm!
- False alarm. It's
just food porn.
- Mmm. Mmm.
Loser.
- The Everclear software scans
the subject's brainwaves
and translates them into images.
Literally shows you
what they're thinking.
Most importantly, what
they're dreaming.
Traitors. They can't lie
in their sleep, right?
- What's the accuracy?
- We're at 65%... for now.
- Will that hold as
the subject sleeps?
- Um, no. No, we expect to
lose ten points during R.E.M.
What happened yesterday
in Jakarta...
Someone's gonna end up in
the Quiet Room for that.
Do you understand
what that means?
- Well, we've all heard stories.
- If you really knew, you
wouldn't send anyone my way
on a 55% chance he's guilty.
- We would never run...
- I am as disappointed
as you are, sir.
55%'s unacceptable.
We'll pick up the pace.
That's a guarantee.
- Is there a problem?
- No problem.
Everclear's learning.
It'll hit 75% in 6 months.
- Good.
- But not before.
- What are you
trying to say, Ben?
- Just that maybe you
should be careful
with the promises you
make, especially to him.
I mean, we've all
heard stories, right?
- Mmm.
What's your name?
- It's Theo.
- Mm. This is real
tobacco, Theo.
No sawdust.
And where does a
little shit like you
get something like this?
I like you, boy.
Can't make a buck in
this world without a bit
of an entrepreneurial spirit
and a big set of balls.
Uh-huh.
But if I let any punk
with a set of balls
and a pack of smokes
sell in my backyard...
well, then supply is
gonna exceed demand.
That creates what's known
as a zero-profit condition.
That's no good for anybody,
especially me.
- So this...
This is what I like to call
a strategic entry deterrent.
What the hell happened to you?
You did that?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I did.
- Hmm.
Show me.
- Not bad, kid.
How'd you like to
make some money?
- I just... I lost track.
This whole Jakarta thing...
Everyone's been...
- Hey, it's fine.
Really. -
- You're here. We're here.
- Champagne...
Your best Norwegian.
- Right away, sir.
- Better enjoy this
while I still can.
- What do you mean?
- I got some news today.
The permit. It came through.
- The permit?
- From Spiga.
I'm gonna make an appointment
with their OB-GYN.
He's gonna remove the IUD.
Pulling the goalie.
- Wow.
- What?
That's...
- What's wrong?
- Nothing. It's great.
It's great. I just...
I thought...
we'd have to wait much longer,
you know, until I made it to
the 40th floor, at least.
- Well, then it's
good news, right?
It means they like you.
It's not so hard to believe.
- I'm still trying to wrap
my head around the fact
that you like me.
- Come on, Ben.
You've got a charm switch.
I've never seen it off.
- What does that mean?
- Nothing.
It's just you're...
You're always so...
sunny.
- And that's bad?
No.
I- I just... I wish it
were that easy for me.
- Trust me.
It's harder than it seems.
- I'm just asking you to call
off your troops, that's all.
This is just a case
of crosspollination.
- So they claim, Senator.
From where I'm sitting,
it looks like copyright
infringement, theft.
- And that warrants having
their fields torched?
- You could convince them
to pay the royalties.
Our designs are
giving these farmers
the biggest harvest
of their lives.
- Sure, of sterile seeds that
won't sprout, come next season.
- Well, we have to protect our
intellectual property somehow.
- I'm just trying to give you
a little friendly
advice, Elizabeth.
My constituents...
- Your constituents burnt
down three of our silos.
- Exactly.
You're sitting on a
powder keg here,
and you don't seem
to realize it.
- Answer me this, Senator...
What was the turnout in
this state last November?
- I don't know. 25%.
- 22%.
So just ask yourself,
when the midterms come,
who are your
constituents, really?
- Problem?
- No, no problem.
Bradley's a fool.
He's not an idiot.
He just sometimes forgets
it's not the '30s anymore.
Look at those brushstrokes...
Furious and desperate, in a
mad rush to pour himself
onto the canvas...
as if he were running
out of time.
- He was.
He shot himself a year later.
- Poverty and suffering...
do you think you can create
great art without them?
- Oh, they're
powerful motivators.
- I guess they are.
Maybe if he'd sold a painting,
he would have been a lesser
artist and a happier man.
I wonder if he would
have made that bargain.
- So the Smithsonian caved?
- Yep, just last week.
They fought and fought,
ended up getting
half of what we offered
them last year.
It's like you said...
poverty's a powerful motivator.
So, Laura...
how is she?
- Uh, you know, you
could ask her.
- I'm asking you.
Maybe if you could convince my
own daughter to talk to me,
I wouldn't have to.
- Bring out your inner beauty.
Bring out a more perfect you.
- And this is...
- Bruce.
The late Mr. Granger...
on our honeymoon.
So is it possible?
- Well, they've got
similar bone structure.
So...
sure, it's possible,
if that's what you and
your fiancé want.
- It is.
- Mr. Salgado, are you aware
what the procedure will involve?
- Mm, yes.
- So you understand that you
will look exactly like this man?
- Yes.
- Of course
he understands.
- Then could you please
repeat back to me what
you think will happen?
- Yes.
- Look...
he wants the life
that I can give him.
And he doesn't want to go
back to the Red Zones.
He understands that much.
Hey, babe.
- She summoned me today.
- She did? What did she want?
- She wants to take
you out for lunch.
- So now you're her errand boy?
- Well, I'm your husband
and her son-in-law.
- Sorry.
- Look, Laura, just meet her.
If she's gonna be a grandmother,
she has a right to know.
- Right, 'cause she's
got grandmother
written all over her.
- Still, she's the
only grandparent
this kid will ever have.
- I'll think
about it, okay?
So what are we doing tonight?
- We were thinking about going
out for drinks after work...
Roger, a few of the guys.
You're welcome to join us.
- Ugh, great, I could
really use a drink.
Where's the fun gonna be?
- They're thinking Southgate.
- Ben...
- I know.
I know, I'm sorry.
It's not my idea, trust me.
But you know how Roger rolls.
I can blow it off
if you want me to.
No, no.
I'm...
I'm tired, anyway.
You guys have fun.
Just be safe out there.
- Yeah, I'll do my best.
Love you. - You too.
Oh.
Ah!
Aah!
Oh, ah, ah!
Ahh.
Dr. Larson?
Your 11:00 is here.
- Uh, I need a minute.
Send him in.
- I think I found her.
- I make these myself
every morning, you know?
I wake up at 6:00,
and I make them
just how she likes them...
No crust, extra mayo.
Two for her, two for myself.
I like to know we're
having the same lunch
while she's at school.
- I'm just trying to
give you a heads-up.
Things are about to get
rocky around here.
- That's not how this works.
You keep your head down,
you enjoy the life,
you blend in.
That's what I taught you.
That's how we stay alive.
- You know how long I've
been looking for her?
Now she's been transferred
back to Milwaukee,
but who knows for how long?
I got to get to her.
- So what are you gonna do?
- Get myself a promotion.
- Oh, don't be fucking stupid.
The higher up you go,
the less you can hide.
It's impossible.
- You told me it was impossible
to get to management at
all, but here I am, so...
- Kids, man...
they change your life.
They set your
priorities straight.
You'll see.
- It starts tonight.
Just watch your back.
- Gentlemen!
Are you ready for some good,
old-fashioned debauchery?
- Yeah!
- Southgate, baby!
Whoo!
- What is he... Did
you invite him?
- Sure.
- You're working him, right?
- Just burying the hatchet.
- Right.
- Hey, you like my tits? Huh?
Hey! Where are you going?
Hey, come back! Asshole!
- Hey, Rog.
- Keep an eye on my boy's car.
- You got it.
- Go ahead, I'll
catch up inside.
- Sure thing, you degenerate.
- Hey, you're partaking, too.
- Hey!
Hey! What am I, invisible?
Hey, hey! - Cash only out here.
Hey, asshole!
- Your friend sent these over.
- What?
- Jangkar?
- It's Indonesian.
- Inazagi fuckers.
- After what
happened in Jakarta,
we figured you guys
could use a drink.
Cheers. - Suck my dick.
Don't drink it.
- Sorry, it just...
- Ladies!
Don't ever say I never
did anything for you.
Here is some primo, triple-A,
thank-God-it's-Friday blur.
- Come on.
- Come on.
- Come on!
- Come on.
Come on. - Drink up.
All: Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
- And another!
- Come on, again!
- Come on!
- Do it again!
- Yeah, come on.
- Come on, go!
Whoo!
- Somebody's blurred out.
- I got him.
Come on. -
- Let's go, all right.
- Hey, Ben.
- Yeah.
- I'm not an asshole.
- I know.
- You know, it's
just the pressure.
They got your balls in a vise
and they just never let go.
- I know. Oh, come on!
All right.
- I don't feel so good.
Oh. -
- Just a minute!
- In a minute.
- Come on.
- In a minute!
- Come on.
- I think I'm done.
One more.
- Hang on!
- Oh.
Ow! What was that?
- What was what?
Come on.
- Oh, let me guess...
Pitcher, catcher?
- Funny.
- Oh, ho, where you going?
There are so many more
puns where that came from.
I haven't even started.
What are you guys doing?
- Wow.
Who are you?
- I'm Ben.
Come on.
- Shoot. You think you
can make it back?
- Uh, I... Yeah, yeah.
Why? - I-I forgot something.
- Protect our resources.
Burn your future.
Join the Inazagi Corporate Army.
- Protect our resources.
Burn your future.
- Heads up.
- Hey, suit.
- You're new.
- You're old.
- See this?
Not my blood.
18.
Yeah?
- It's me.
- Hey, Aaron.
- Theo.
- What are you doing here?
- Getting the usual
warm and fuzzy welcome, I gue...
What's that?
What happened? - Nothing.
- What do you mean nothing?
- It... it's from training.
I've started training.
- You mean for the cage?
That's insane.
- That's not what Terrence says.
- Terrence?
- Yeah, Terrence.
He's the guy around here.
He says we're gonna make a
shitload of money together.
- No, he'll make a
shitload of money.
You'll end up shitting yourself
on some street corner.
- What do you want
me to do, huh?
Join one of the
corporate armies?
Get blown to pieces in a
gas field in Siberia?
I bet you miss these.
- I bring you cigarettes, Theo...
Real ones.
There's good money there.
- Yeah, and what do you
think got me into trouble
with Terrence in the
first place, Aaron?
- It's Ben.
- Yeah, sure, I'll call you Ben,
as long as you don't
forget Aaron.
- I don't.
- Is that... is that her?
- 73% chance.
I've never even come
close to 40% before.
- So you found her?
- I might have.
- Where is she?
- If it is Elena...
- My sister. Where is she?
- That's a group of girls
being escorted to Arcadia.
New girls. - That's a...
- It's an executive club.
- Yeah, sure.
Keep telling yourself that.
She's a sex slave. - Theo.
- Can you get in here?
- Not at my level.
And not till I get a promotion.
- You fucking suits.
- And not till I get
to the 40th floor.
Access is restricted
to senior execs.
- It's been six years.
- I know.
- Tell me you got a plan.
What's that?
- Opportunity.
Position's about to
open up on the 40th.
- Well, you got her in there,
so you better get her out,
for your sake and the sake of
that dumb piece of ass you got...
- Careful.
You see, Ben...
- Here it is... The Whistle.
I thought you were on
the Everclear team.
- I am, but after Jakarta,
bosses are scrambling.
They're fast-tracking any
anti-riot tech in development.
- Natives are getting
restless, huh?
- Oh, looks like it.
- Sign here.
- They're keeping it
exclusively nonlethal, though.
- Yeah, for now.
The Whistle.
Oh, uh, see if you can
stabilize the inhibitors,
'cause the pitch always ends
up frying the circuits.
- I'll see what I can do.
What now?
- Mr. Larson's here to see you.
- Send him in.
Ben.
- Crazy night, huh?
I woke up with this
splitting headache...
- How can I help you?
- I've been thinking
about Everclear,
how to speed things up.
You know, the learning process
is just a matter of manpower
and putting in more hours.
- Tell me something
I don't know.
- Well, what I'm suggesting
here is double shifts.
I'm
happy to do overtime.
Come in on weekends, get
more test subjects.
Sure, and go over budget and...
- We could bring in volunteers
from the Red Zones.
Shouldn't be too expensive.
- The security clearance
process would be a nightmare.
Look, Ben, I need to...
- Are you okay?
- I'm... I'm fine.
Fine, I just...
Excuse me a second, will you?
- Sir, are you all right?
- Mr. Peterson?
M- Mr. Peterson?
- How are you feeling?
- Fine, thanks.
- Can I get you anything?
Some water? Coffee?
- No, you cannot.
- Uh, are you sure?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah. Where were we?
- The flight is nine hours,
but it is totally worth it.
They have the most
beautiful beaches
just outside of Reykjavik.
- So you mean to tell
me you don't miss it?
- Ma'am, a package for you.
- Oh. Thank you.
What... the ungodly hours,
the mind-numbing
quarterly meetings?
Every frickin' day.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- What's wrong?
Oh.
Is that... - Henry's.
Bastard's been slumming again...
Screwing that Red Zone
slut he has out there.
And he got himself kidnapped.
Idiot.
Serves him right.
- They just can't help
themselves, can they?
So what'll you do?
- Pay, I guess.
But not just yet.
Let him sweat it out
a little bit longer.
- My girl's here.
But you know what?
You should call her.
Henry's gonna need a new ear.
- Maybe I will.
Same time next week, Elizabeth.
Hello, Laura. - Hi, Marsha.
- Hi, honey.
- Mom.
- So glad you could make it.
You look lovely.
- Thanks.
You know, it's customary
in polite society
to return the compliment.
- You look your age.
- Is that your
professional opinion?
- It's the nicest
thing I can say.
- Well, nothing wrong
with that, right?
It's part of the point, really.
Nothing to hide. -
You of all people.
- All right, we always seem
to get off on the wrong foot.
I just wanted to know
how everything is.
What's going on in your life.
- Ben and I, um...
we got the permit.
We're gonna get pregnant.
- Well, that's fantastic.
That's spectacular news.
I'm gonna be a grandmother.
- It's too bad there won't
be a grandfather around.
- Laura, you know I miss your
father as much as you do.
- Right, but we're not
both equally responsible
for his absence, are we?
What? I thought you
had nothing to hide.
- Well, maybe I do have
something to hide.
Maybe it's not
just a coincidence
that a junior executive
such as your husband
would receive an
approved permit so soon.
- You didn't.
- Why not?
You may not believe this,
but I care about you.
- God. You just
cannot help yourself, can you?
You have to stick your
fingers in everything,
make it all about you.
- I was just trying to help.
- Oh, I don't need your help.
Mom, I am not a child.
I am an... - An adult?
Last time you were an
independent adult,
I received a piece of my
daughter in the mail.
And... - You know what?
This is my fault. It is, really.
How could I expect it
to go any other way?
- Laura, please.
- Next.
- Next.
Next.
Next. Step up, sir.
- Whoa!
- Everyone back!
- Please step out of
the scanner, sir.
- Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, there must be a mistake.
It's just...
What is it? What does that mean?
Excuse me...
Oh, that's not...
That's not mine!
That's not mine!
Don't you understand?
That's not...
I've never seen that before!
- Sir. Sir. You can go now.
- I didn't take that! No!
I've never seen that before!
Please!
Ben?
- You're home.
Is everything okay?
- Chad got fired today.
- Oh, my God.
- He must be in the
Quiet Room by now.
- Oh. What'll happen
to his family?
- I'll talk to Elizabeth.
- She's not gonna help. You
don't know her like I do.
- She's family.
- No.
You and me, right here,
this is family.
- Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.
Two days ago,
we buried 14 loyal
men and women.
Yesterday we captured a rat.
Hell of a week.
It's heartbreaking to watch
someone bite the hand
that feeds them.
Spiga is a generous mother.
It will feed you, dress
you, protect you.
In exchange,
it only asks for hard work
and loyalty.
- The alternative...
Well, we all know Mr.
Peterson's fate.
- I'm afraid the stories
you heard were true.
- The good news, for all you
ambitious young men and women,
is that now we have an
opening on the 40th floor.
This opening is
an opportunity...
not just to serve this family,
but to enjoy all the
perks and privileges
that come with a senior
executive position.
Ready?
- Give me a second.
- We'll soon start
evaluating candidates.
We live in troubled,
uncertain times.
So the vetting process
will be extremely thorough
and rigorous.
Those who have
nothing to hide...
have nothing to fear.
Those who do should know...
we will not let another
traitor slip through...
not again.
- Yeah. She expects us to have
the sales projections by Monday?
We just got the
numbers yesterday.
- I hear you, man.
My weekend is now
officially fu...
Excuse us.
- I want you to know
that I take no pleasure
in what I'm about to do.
No!
- Meanwhile, Hurricane Zoe
has finally made landfall
on the coast of Rhode Island.
It is yet unclear if
the Providence levees
will be able to sustain
a category-five storm.
The material damages could be
in the billions of dollars.
In other news, the Canadian
Prime Minister today announced
the construction of a new
high-security fence,
after 2073 became a record
year for illegal immigration.
It is estimated that already
12 million U.S. citizens
live in Canadian
territory illegally.
Gasgo Oil unveiled its
third offshore platform
on the former Arctic ice cap.
- Mute.
- Good morning, Mr. Larson.
- Good morning, Rachel.
This looks absolutely perfect.
Thank you.
- Morning, Rachel.
- Good morning.
- What is this?
Real deal? - Mm.
I thought a special
breakfast was in order.
- Mmm.
- Three years.
That's the bacon
anniversary, right?
Both: Mm-hmm.
- Mmm. I don't think I can
go back to that petri-shit.
- I don't think we
can afford not to.
- Bacon.
- Mm-hmm.
Mm.
Oh, my God.
- Shit. Unmute.
- Suspected terrorist attack.
Local authorities blame
the Sons of Tomorrow,
but the radical Micronesian
nationalist group
has not yet claimed
responsibility.
The device detonated
in an R & D lab
of the biochemical giant Spiga,
causing at least a
dozen fatalities
and an immediate drop
in the company's stock.
- It had to happen,
today of all days.
Security at the office
is gonna be a shit show.
- Hey, I'm glad they're
there to keep you safe.
- Work.
News.
- Spiga executive
Elizabeth Krauss
addressed shareholders
this morning,
after the company's
stock plummeted
in the wake of the bombing.
Meanwhile, shares of
their chief competitor,
Inazagi Biodesign,
soared to a new high
in early trading.
In local news, the latest
wave of food shortages
in the Red Zones has
led to a 10% increase
in break-ins into Green
Zone residential areas.
Corporate security forces
recommend caution and vigilance,
especially in and around
perimeter checkpoints.
- Over the past 40 years,
Spiga Biotech has
been at the forefront
of the genetic-engineering
revolution.
We designed seeds
capable of thriving
in the increasingly harsh
environments of our planet.
Our pest- and
drought-resistant crops
are now sold in
over 100 countries,
and our advancements
in in vitro meat
have transformed the
SynthFood industry.
Spiga.
Committed to feeding
our ever-growing world.
- Full cavity search
for my friend here.
- Next.
- Hey, Roger.
- These guys seem in an
especially pissy mood today.
- Don't you watch the news?
Micronesian nationalists killed
a dozen of our guys today.
- How can
you be a nationalist
when your nation's under water?
- I know, it's like calling
yourself a New Yorker.
- Nationalists, my ass.
Word is it was Inazagi agents.
- Inazagi? You think
they'd dare to?
- They're making a play
for the Asian market.
I'm telling you guys, this
was no terrorist attack.
This was sabotage.
- Step out of the scanner, sir.
Place your briefcase
on the slab, slowly.
We've got a code six down here.
Looks like some kind of malware.
- Doesn't seem to
be booby-trapped.
I'm gonna open it.
I'm turning it on now.
- Oh, God, I
want you in my mouth.
Mmm!
- False alarm. It's
just food porn.
- Mmm. Mmm.
Loser.
- The Everclear software scans
the subject's brainwaves
and translates them into images.
Literally shows you
what they're thinking.
Most importantly, what
they're dreaming.
Traitors. They can't lie
in their sleep, right?
- What's the accuracy?
- We're at 65%... for now.
- Will that hold as
the subject sleeps?
- Um, no. No, we expect to
lose ten points during R.E.M.
What happened yesterday
in Jakarta...
Someone's gonna end up in
the Quiet Room for that.
Do you understand
what that means?
- Well, we've all heard stories.
- If you really knew, you
wouldn't send anyone my way
on a 55% chance he's guilty.
- We would never run...
- I am as disappointed
as you are, sir.
55%'s unacceptable.
We'll pick up the pace.
That's a guarantee.
- Is there a problem?
- No problem.
Everclear's learning.
It'll hit 75% in 6 months.
- Good.
- But not before.
- What are you
trying to say, Ben?
- Just that maybe you
should be careful
with the promises you
make, especially to him.
I mean, we've all
heard stories, right?
- Mmm.
What's your name?
- It's Theo.
- Mm. This is real
tobacco, Theo.
No sawdust.
And where does a
little shit like you
get something like this?
I like you, boy.
Can't make a buck in
this world without a bit
of an entrepreneurial spirit
and a big set of balls.
Uh-huh.
But if I let any punk
with a set of balls
and a pack of smokes
sell in my backyard...
well, then supply is
gonna exceed demand.
That creates what's known
as a zero-profit condition.
That's no good for anybody,
especially me.
- So this...
This is what I like to call
a strategic entry deterrent.
What the hell happened to you?
You did that?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I did.
- Hmm.
Show me.
- Not bad, kid.
How'd you like to
make some money?
- I just... I lost track.
This whole Jakarta thing...
Everyone's been...
- Hey, it's fine.
Really. -
- You're here. We're here.
- Champagne...
Your best Norwegian.
- Right away, sir.
- Better enjoy this
while I still can.
- What do you mean?
- I got some news today.
The permit. It came through.
- The permit?
- From Spiga.
I'm gonna make an appointment
with their OB-GYN.
He's gonna remove the IUD.
Pulling the goalie.
- Wow.
- What?
That's...
- What's wrong?
- Nothing. It's great.
It's great. I just...
I thought...
we'd have to wait much longer,
you know, until I made it to
the 40th floor, at least.
- Well, then it's
good news, right?
It means they like you.
It's not so hard to believe.
- I'm still trying to wrap
my head around the fact
that you like me.
- Come on, Ben.
You've got a charm switch.
I've never seen it off.
- What does that mean?
- Nothing.
It's just you're...
You're always so...
sunny.
- And that's bad?
No.
I- I just... I wish it
were that easy for me.
- Trust me.
It's harder than it seems.
- I'm just asking you to call
off your troops, that's all.
This is just a case
of crosspollination.
- So they claim, Senator.
From where I'm sitting,
it looks like copyright
infringement, theft.
- And that warrants having
their fields torched?
- You could convince them
to pay the royalties.
Our designs are
giving these farmers
the biggest harvest
of their lives.
- Sure, of sterile seeds that
won't sprout, come next season.
- Well, we have to protect our
intellectual property somehow.
- I'm just trying to give you
a little friendly
advice, Elizabeth.
My constituents...
- Your constituents burnt
down three of our silos.
- Exactly.
You're sitting on a
powder keg here,
and you don't seem
to realize it.
- Answer me this, Senator...
What was the turnout in
this state last November?
- I don't know. 25%.
- 22%.
So just ask yourself,
when the midterms come,
who are your
constituents, really?
- Problem?
- No, no problem.
Bradley's a fool.
He's not an idiot.
He just sometimes forgets
it's not the '30s anymore.
Look at those brushstrokes...
Furious and desperate, in a
mad rush to pour himself
onto the canvas...
as if he were running
out of time.
- He was.
He shot himself a year later.
- Poverty and suffering...
do you think you can create
great art without them?
- Oh, they're
powerful motivators.
- I guess they are.
Maybe if he'd sold a painting,
he would have been a lesser
artist and a happier man.
I wonder if he would
have made that bargain.
- So the Smithsonian caved?
- Yep, just last week.
They fought and fought,
ended up getting
half of what we offered
them last year.
It's like you said...
poverty's a powerful motivator.
So, Laura...
how is she?
- Uh, you know, you
could ask her.
- I'm asking you.
Maybe if you could convince my
own daughter to talk to me,
I wouldn't have to.
- Bring out your inner beauty.
Bring out a more perfect you.
- And this is...
- Bruce.
The late Mr. Granger...
on our honeymoon.
So is it possible?
- Well, they've got
similar bone structure.
So...
sure, it's possible,
if that's what you and
your fiancé want.
- It is.
- Mr. Salgado, are you aware
what the procedure will involve?
- Mm, yes.
- So you understand that you
will look exactly like this man?
- Yes.
- Of course
he understands.
- Then could you please
repeat back to me what
you think will happen?
- Yes.
- Look...
he wants the life
that I can give him.
And he doesn't want to go
back to the Red Zones.
He understands that much.
Hey, babe.
- She summoned me today.
- She did? What did she want?
- She wants to take
you out for lunch.
- So now you're her errand boy?
- Well, I'm your husband
and her son-in-law.
- Sorry.
- Look, Laura, just meet her.
If she's gonna be a grandmother,
she has a right to know.
- Right, 'cause she's
got grandmother
written all over her.
- Still, she's the
only grandparent
this kid will ever have.
- I'll think
about it, okay?
So what are we doing tonight?
- We were thinking about going
out for drinks after work...
Roger, a few of the guys.
You're welcome to join us.
- Ugh, great, I could
really use a drink.
Where's the fun gonna be?
- They're thinking Southgate.
- Ben...
- I know.
I know, I'm sorry.
It's not my idea, trust me.
But you know how Roger rolls.
I can blow it off
if you want me to.
No, no.
I'm...
I'm tired, anyway.
You guys have fun.
Just be safe out there.
- Yeah, I'll do my best.
Love you. - You too.
Oh.
Ah!
Aah!
Oh, ah, ah!
Ahh.
Dr. Larson?
Your 11:00 is here.
- Uh, I need a minute.
Send him in.
- I think I found her.
- I make these myself
every morning, you know?
I wake up at 6:00,
and I make them
just how she likes them...
No crust, extra mayo.
Two for her, two for myself.
I like to know we're
having the same lunch
while she's at school.
- I'm just trying to
give you a heads-up.
Things are about to get
rocky around here.
- That's not how this works.
You keep your head down,
you enjoy the life,
you blend in.
That's what I taught you.
That's how we stay alive.
- You know how long I've
been looking for her?
Now she's been transferred
back to Milwaukee,
but who knows for how long?
I got to get to her.
- So what are you gonna do?
- Get myself a promotion.
- Oh, don't be fucking stupid.
The higher up you go,
the less you can hide.
It's impossible.
- You told me it was impossible
to get to management at
all, but here I am, so...
- Kids, man...
they change your life.
They set your
priorities straight.
You'll see.
- It starts tonight.
Just watch your back.
- Gentlemen!
Are you ready for some good,
old-fashioned debauchery?
- Yeah!
- Southgate, baby!
Whoo!
- What is he... Did
you invite him?
- Sure.
- You're working him, right?
- Just burying the hatchet.
- Right.
- Hey, you like my tits? Huh?
Hey! Where are you going?
Hey, come back! Asshole!
- Hey, Rog.
- Keep an eye on my boy's car.
- You got it.
- Go ahead, I'll
catch up inside.
- Sure thing, you degenerate.
- Hey, you're partaking, too.
- Hey!
Hey! What am I, invisible?
Hey, hey! - Cash only out here.
Hey, asshole!
- Your friend sent these over.
- What?
- Jangkar?
- It's Indonesian.
- Inazagi fuckers.
- After what
happened in Jakarta,
we figured you guys
could use a drink.
Cheers. - Suck my dick.
Don't drink it.
- Sorry, it just...
- Ladies!
Don't ever say I never
did anything for you.
Here is some primo, triple-A,
thank-God-it's-Friday blur.
- Come on.
- Come on.
- Come on!
- Come on.
Come on. - Drink up.
All: Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
- And another!
- Come on, again!
- Come on!
- Do it again!
- Yeah, come on.
- Come on, go!
Whoo!
- Somebody's blurred out.
- I got him.
Come on. -
- Let's go, all right.
- Hey, Ben.
- Yeah.
- I'm not an asshole.
- I know.
- You know, it's
just the pressure.
They got your balls in a vise
and they just never let go.
- I know. Oh, come on!
All right.
- I don't feel so good.
Oh. -
- Just a minute!
- In a minute.
- Come on.
- In a minute!
- Come on.
- I think I'm done.
One more.
- Hang on!
- Oh.
Ow! What was that?
- What was what?
Come on.
- Oh, let me guess...
Pitcher, catcher?
- Funny.
- Oh, ho, where you going?
There are so many more
puns where that came from.
I haven't even started.
What are you guys doing?
- Wow.
Who are you?
- I'm Ben.
Come on.
- Shoot. You think you
can make it back?
- Uh, I... Yeah, yeah.
Why? - I-I forgot something.
- Protect our resources.
Burn your future.
Join the Inazagi Corporate Army.
- Protect our resources.
Burn your future.
- Heads up.
- Hey, suit.
- You're new.
- You're old.
- See this?
Not my blood.
18.
Yeah?
- It's me.
- Hey, Aaron.
- Theo.
- What are you doing here?
- Getting the usual
warm and fuzzy welcome, I gue...
What's that?
What happened? - Nothing.
- What do you mean nothing?
- It... it's from training.
I've started training.
- You mean for the cage?
That's insane.
- That's not what Terrence says.
- Terrence?
- Yeah, Terrence.
He's the guy around here.
He says we're gonna make a
shitload of money together.
- No, he'll make a
shitload of money.
You'll end up shitting yourself
on some street corner.
- What do you want
me to do, huh?
Join one of the
corporate armies?
Get blown to pieces in a
gas field in Siberia?
I bet you miss these.
- I bring you cigarettes, Theo...
Real ones.
There's good money there.
- Yeah, and what do you
think got me into trouble
with Terrence in the
first place, Aaron?
- It's Ben.
- Yeah, sure, I'll call you Ben,
as long as you don't
forget Aaron.
- I don't.
- Is that... is that her?
- 73% chance.
I've never even come
close to 40% before.
- So you found her?
- I might have.
- Where is she?
- If it is Elena...
- My sister. Where is she?
- That's a group of girls
being escorted to Arcadia.
New girls. - That's a...
- It's an executive club.
- Yeah, sure.
Keep telling yourself that.
She's a sex slave. - Theo.
- Can you get in here?
- Not at my level.
And not till I get a promotion.
- You fucking suits.
- And not till I get
to the 40th floor.
Access is restricted
to senior execs.
- It's been six years.
- I know.
- Tell me you got a plan.
What's that?
- Opportunity.
Position's about to
open up on the 40th.
- Well, you got her in there,
so you better get her out,
for your sake and the sake of
that dumb piece of ass you got...
- Careful.
You see, Ben...
- Here it is... The Whistle.
I thought you were on
the Everclear team.
- I am, but after Jakarta,
bosses are scrambling.
They're fast-tracking any
anti-riot tech in development.
- Natives are getting
restless, huh?
- Oh, looks like it.
- Sign here.
- They're keeping it
exclusively nonlethal, though.
- Yeah, for now.
The Whistle.
Oh, uh, see if you can
stabilize the inhibitors,
'cause the pitch always ends
up frying the circuits.
- I'll see what I can do.
What now?
- Mr. Larson's here to see you.
- Send him in.
Ben.
- Crazy night, huh?
I woke up with this
splitting headache...
- How can I help you?
- I've been thinking
about Everclear,
how to speed things up.
You know, the learning process
is just a matter of manpower
and putting in more hours.
- Tell me something
I don't know.
- Well, what I'm suggesting
here is double shifts.
I'm
happy to do overtime.
Come in on weekends, get
more test subjects.
Sure, and go over budget and...
- We could bring in volunteers
from the Red Zones.
Shouldn't be too expensive.
- The security clearance
process would be a nightmare.
Look, Ben, I need to...
- Are you okay?
- I'm... I'm fine.
Fine, I just...
Excuse me a second, will you?
- Sir, are you all right?
- Mr. Peterson?
M- Mr. Peterson?
- How are you feeling?
- Fine, thanks.
- Can I get you anything?
Some water? Coffee?
- No, you cannot.
- Uh, are you sure?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah. Where were we?
- The flight is nine hours,
but it is totally worth it.
They have the most
beautiful beaches
just outside of Reykjavik.
- So you mean to tell
me you don't miss it?
- Ma'am, a package for you.
- Oh. Thank you.
What... the ungodly hours,
the mind-numbing
quarterly meetings?
Every frickin' day.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- What's wrong?
Oh.
Is that... - Henry's.
Bastard's been slumming again...
Screwing that Red Zone
slut he has out there.
And he got himself kidnapped.
Idiot.
Serves him right.
- They just can't help
themselves, can they?
So what'll you do?
- Pay, I guess.
But not just yet.
Let him sweat it out
a little bit longer.
- My girl's here.
But you know what?
You should call her.
Henry's gonna need a new ear.
- Maybe I will.
Same time next week, Elizabeth.
Hello, Laura. - Hi, Marsha.
- Hi, honey.
- Mom.
- So glad you could make it.
You look lovely.
- Thanks.
You know, it's customary
in polite society
to return the compliment.
- You look your age.
- Is that your
professional opinion?
- It's the nicest
thing I can say.
- Well, nothing wrong
with that, right?
It's part of the point, really.
Nothing to hide. -
You of all people.
- All right, we always seem
to get off on the wrong foot.
I just wanted to know
how everything is.
What's going on in your life.
- Ben and I, um...
we got the permit.
We're gonna get pregnant.
- Well, that's fantastic.
That's spectacular news.
I'm gonna be a grandmother.
- It's too bad there won't
be a grandfather around.
- Laura, you know I miss your
father as much as you do.
- Right, but we're not
both equally responsible
for his absence, are we?
What? I thought you
had nothing to hide.
- Well, maybe I do have
something to hide.
Maybe it's not
just a coincidence
that a junior executive
such as your husband
would receive an
approved permit so soon.
- You didn't.
- Why not?
You may not believe this,
but I care about you.
- God. You just
cannot help yourself, can you?
You have to stick your
fingers in everything,
make it all about you.
- I was just trying to help.
- Oh, I don't need your help.
Mom, I am not a child.
I am an... - An adult?
Last time you were an
independent adult,
I received a piece of my
daughter in the mail.
And... - You know what?
This is my fault. It is, really.
How could I expect it
to go any other way?
- Laura, please.
- Next.
- Next.
Next.
Next. Step up, sir.
- Whoa!
- Everyone back!
- Please step out of
the scanner, sir.
- Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, there must be a mistake.
It's just...
What is it? What does that mean?
Excuse me...
Oh, that's not...
That's not mine!
That's not mine!
Don't you understand?
That's not...
I've never seen that before!
- Sir. Sir. You can go now.
- I didn't take that! No!
I've never seen that before!
Please!
Ben?
- You're home.
Is everything okay?
- Chad got fired today.
- Oh, my God.
- He must be in the
Quiet Room by now.
- Oh. What'll happen
to his family?
- I'll talk to Elizabeth.
- She's not gonna help. You
don't know her like I do.
- She's family.
- No.
You and me, right here,
this is family.
- Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.
Two days ago,
we buried 14 loyal
men and women.
Yesterday we captured a rat.
Hell of a week.
It's heartbreaking to watch
someone bite the hand
that feeds them.
Spiga is a generous mother.
It will feed you, dress
you, protect you.
In exchange,
it only asks for hard work
and loyalty.
- The alternative...
Well, we all know Mr.
Peterson's fate.
- I'm afraid the stories
you heard were true.
- The good news, for all you
ambitious young men and women,
is that now we have an
opening on the 40th floor.
This opening is
an opportunity...
not just to serve this family,
but to enjoy all the
perks and privileges
that come with a senior
executive position.
Ready?
- Give me a second.
- We'll soon start
evaluating candidates.
We live in troubled,
uncertain times.
So the vetting process
will be extremely thorough
and rigorous.
Those who have
nothing to hide...
have nothing to fear.
Those who do should know...
we will not let another
traitor slip through...
not again.