Incorporated (2016–2017): Season 1, Episode 2 - Downsizing - full transcript
Ben scrambles to deflect suspicion after the Spiga data breach; Laura offers to help when her mother's policies evict an innocent family; Theo is forced into an important cage fight.
- Previously on
"Incorporated"...
[tense music]
[computer chiming]
- Hey, Aaron.
- It's Ben.
- I'll call you Ben.
As long as you don't
forget Aaron.
- I don't.
- So you found her.
- If it is Elena.
- My sister. Where is she?
- That's a group of girls
being escorted to Arcadia.
- She's a sex slave.
Can you get in here?
- Not till I get
to the 40th floor.
- Laura. How is she?
- So now you're her errand boy?
- I'm your husband
and her son-in-law.
Just meet her... if she's
gonna be a grandmother,
she has a right to know.
- You did that?
[both grunting]
- Not bad, kid.
How'd you like to
make some money?
- We were thinking about going
out for drinks after work.
- So where is the fun gonna be?
- I think in Southgate.
- [whimpering]
[cries]
- Did you invite him?
- Sure.
- You're working him, right?
- Ow!
- Are you okay?
- Excuse me a second, will you?
[device chiming]
[alarm blaring]
That's not mine.
That's not mine!
Please! - Chad got fired today.
[emotional music]
- You know what the
saddest part is?
*
Knowing that you'll never see
a world better than this one.
*
Things weren't always like this.
People had homes.
Homes that my company insured.
Homeowner's insurance.
Can you believe that?
System was rigged, though.
But we called it an act of God.
You know what an act of God is?
It's all the big stuff;
Drought, hurricanes, floods.
The entire city of Miami
falling into the ocean
and we didn't pay out
a dime for any of it.
We just cranked up the
AC in our company car
and we just kept on trucking.
- Dad, it's gonna be okay.
- Listen to me.
I want you to remember
something, all right?
You're more than just
a climate refugee
looking for a handout.
You're worth more than that.
Understand?
*
Good.
*
I love you, Aaron.
- Dad?
- I'm so sorry.
- No, Dad!
*
[crowd screaming]
*
[dramatic music]
*
[tense music]
*
- What's up, old man?
*
Where did you get the gas?
- Anybody spare some food?
Anything?
*
- Fuck off, kid.
*
- Hey, kid!
Come here.
[coins jingling]
*
Nice catch, blind kid.
Hey!
Hey, wait! Hey, stop!
*
*
- Move over.
*
- I just want to talk to ya!
Kid!
*
Kid!
*
- [sighs] Thanks.
- No problem. I'm Elena.
- Aaron.
- Why was that guy chasing you?
- Come on, I'll show you.
- Recognized: Camp
Internal Compliance.
I.D. number K504687.
Dispensing rations.
- Those kapo assholes
get extra rations.
The rest of us don't get enough.
You hungry or what?
[dramatic music]
*
- We'll soon start
evaluating candidates.
We live in troubled,
uncertain times,
so the vetting process
will be extremely thorough
and rigorous.
We will not let another
traitor slip through.
*
Not again.
*
- Rousing speech.
- Inspiration or intimidation...
Sometimes it's a fine line.
Anything on Peterson?
- So far, not much.
I do know what he was
stealing: Security protocols.
- Is it connected to
the attack in Jakarta?
- Possibly, I don't know yet.
- It's your job to know.
- No, it's my job to find out.
And that may take time.
- The Board is breathing
down my neck.
We need answers now.
- Then I suggest we
amp up the pressure.
- How?
You're already doing
enhanced background checks
on the candidates.
- Yes and maybe we can use
that as an opportunity
to dig into everyone in
Counterintelligence Tech.
Mr. Peterson may have
had an accomplice.
Or at least a witness.
- Fine.
Do whatever it takes.
- I just want to remind
you that your son-in-law
works in that department.
- I said whatever it takes.
*
[devices chimes]
*
- Aaron!
[giggling] Stop!
*
- [groaning]
[yelling]
- Ultrasonic waves
heat human tissue
as they pass through your body.
That was 150 decibels.
At 160, it will cause
permanent damage.
- No, please.
I swear I'll tell you
anything you want to know.
[cries]
[pained groaning]
*
[techno music]
- Good! Now push it.
Last half mile.
*
Stop program.
- Keep it up.
[tense music]
- Let's go, move it.
*
Let's go, let's go.
*
- Mrs. Larson?
Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, it's just, uh...
must've scratched
myself on a branch.
I should be more careful.
Uh, could you get...
- Oh, yes, of course.
[aerosol spraying]
- Rachel, can I ask
you something?
You used to work for the
Sharma family, didn't you?
Before they got exiled.
- Yes, ma'am, I did.
Why do you ask?
- It's just, there's, uh...
another family that's being
let go from the company
and, um, I was wondering,
do you see the Sharmas anymore?
I mean, on the outside.
- Uh, no, ma'am.
Mr. Sharma, he...
There was an accident.
I should get back to work.
*
- I have to hand it to you.
You've hidden your tracks well.
*
Trust me.
I know everything.
Every corner you've cut.
Every subordinate whose
work you took credit for.
*
You're not an admirable man, Mr.
Peterson.
- [whimpers]
- But when it comes
to company security,
there's nothing in your
history that suggests
anything out of the ordinary.
Except that trip you
took over the wall.
To the Red Zone
night before last.
That was unusual for you.
Which is why I can't
quite let it go.
[device chimes]
*
- Security check.
Step away from the desk, please.
Wait outside until we're done.
*
- Follow me. Stand
over there, please.
*
- Security check.
*
- What I can't wrap my
head around was why.
Why that place?
With underlings from
your department,
every one of whom despises you.
Why did you go there?
- C-can't remember...
- Was it to meet
with your contact?
Was it someone from Inazagi?
- I wasn't meeting anyone!
It wasn't even my idea
to go to the Red Zone.
- Then whose idea was it?
*
- It was... it was Ben's idea.
- Ben?
Ben Larson?
- Yes, he talked me into it.
It was all Ben's idea.
All Ben's idea.
[tense music]
*
- Mr. Hendrick, right?
Human resources.
You're not usually
up on this floor.
- Well, the sec team
needed a stat check
on some of the employees.
Maybe you noticed, things
are in a bit of an uproar.
- Yeah. Mr. Peterson.
I heard he was caught
with classified files.
- Was he?
Oh, that's a terrible thing.
Although, it would open up a
path for some ambitious person
to move up to the 40th floor.
Lot of perks come with that.
Access to the executive
club, for one.
*
[whispering] What did you do?
- What I had to.
I need to move up the
ladder to get to her.
- And then what?
There's no way to get
her out of there
and nowhere to run...
They'll hunt you down.
- I'm working on
an exit strategy.
But first I need the promotion.
*
- I hope you know
what you're doing.
- Well, I should.
You taught me.
*
- There you are.
I was wondering
where you got to.
- Eh, just fueling up.
*
We need to talk.
- About?
- Chad.
Our little trip to the Red Zone?
'Cause they'll be asking
him about it right now.
- It's not illegal
to go slumming.
- Yeah, unless it's with
someone who gets taken in
the next day for treason.
*
- What do you mean?
- Think about it.
It's the perfect place to meet
somebody from the competition.
- Those Inazagi
guys at the bar...
- It looks bad.
For both of us.
- Yeah, well, it was
your idea to invite him.
- No.
It was Chad's idea, remember?
We weren't even
going to Southgate
until he suggested it.
- And when Chad
says differently?
- It's our word against his.
*
I mean, we both want
that promotion, right?
*
- I may have underestimated
you, Ben Larson.
- Yeah.
Sometimes I even
surprise myself.
- Hmm.
*
- Mr. Larson.
Just the man I was looking for.
*
Magna Cum Laude from MIT West.
Brin Scholar.
You have an impressive
background.
- Thank you.
- It is interesting, though.
Your hometown
destroyed by a flood.
Family dead.
Even your college lost
to the wildfires.
It's almost like you're
some kind of ghost.
- I'm hardly the only one.
A lot of people's lives
have been upended
in the last couple of decades.
- Yes, I suppose they have.
You spent the last four years under Mr.
Peterson
in counterintelligence tech.
- Yes, sir.
His disloyalty was a
shock to all of us.
- I'm sure it was.
I'm just trying
to piece together
Mr. Peterson's movements
over the past few days.
His assistant said you
came to see him yesterday.
- Uh, yes. Yeah, I did.
- So...
did anything seem out
of the ordinary to you?
- Oh.
Well, I don't want to read
too much into it, but...
he did seem kind of anxious.
He was sweating.
You know, jittery.
- His assistant said
he was feeling sick.
Maybe he was nervous because
he was stealing the files.
Of, course, he could've
been feeling the effects
of a night out in the
Red Zone with you.
*
- Southgate?
Oh, right, uh...
well, about that...
- Yes, about that.
- It was odd.
Chad... Mr. Peterson, I mean...
He never wants to come
out, but this time,
he said he'd love to come.
He's the one who suggested
going to Southgate.
He even suggested the
club we went to.
- You're saying it was his
idea to go out there?
- Yeah. And like I
said, it was...
well, it was odd.
[device chiming]
*
- What is it?
- I'm sorry, sir.
But Mrs. Krauss wants to see Mr.
Larson right away.
*
- Fine.
Tell her he's on his way up.
We'll pick this up again later.
- Of course.
Whatever you need.
*
Sir. - What is it?
- I just remembered something...
Something that might
be important.
When we got to the club,
there were these, uh,
Inazagi guys already there.
- Inazagi?
- Yeah.
They were laughing about
what happened in Jakarta.
They even sent us over
some Indonesian beer.
- And you didn't think
to share this earlier?
- To be honest, I...
I had a few drinks, myself,
so things are kind of hazy.
*
Anyway, I better get upstairs.
[suspenseful music]
*
[device chimes]
*
- Hey, Ant, food's here.
- Mmm, I'm starving.
Even that synthetic shit
is starting to smell good.
They say it tastes like steak.
[chuckles]
Like we've ever
tasted real steak.
Aw, Jesus, Theo, look at you.
Are you really serious about
this fighting bullshit?
- I'm serious about
not being dirt poor
for the rest of our lives.
- I know, but there's other
ways we can make some money.
- Stop worrying so much.
Okay?
We're gonna be fine.
Now come on.
Let's eat it while
it's still hot.
[knocking]
[sighs]
- Nice place you got here, kid.
Very charming.
You mind if we come in?
- Oh, shit, that's cold!
- He can't fight again tonight!
Look at him, he can
barely see straight.
- That's what the
cryotherapy's for.
- It's negative 240 degrees.
Reduces the swelling.
- Oh, is that what it does?
Man, get the fuck off me!
- I'm sorry, kid, normally
I would've given you
a little more time to
recover, but this is kind of
a special situation.
You ever heard of Billy Gavros?
He's a scout, private
league, in the Green Zones.
They hold fights at, uh,
parties, private events.
Really good money.
- Green Zones?
- Yeah, you ever been
on the other side?
Oh, man, the food they
put up, and the women...
Hell, even the room you're in.
The best part about it...
is how clean it is.
It's immaculate.
*
- They ever have, uh, fights
in the executive clubs?
- Well, yeah, sometimes.
[chuckles]
They're not gonna let you
sample the goods, though.
But trust me, man, the
bitches on the inside,
they're gonna wet their
panties when they see
a slum dog like you.
If you're not ready,
you're not ready.
I don't know when this
guy's coming back, though.
*
- No.
I'm in.
*
Let's do this.
*
[buzzing]
- Mrs. Peterson,
I'm Laura Larson.
Uh, Ben's wife.
From your husband's...
- I know who you are.
If you're here to get the keys
to the house, they took them.
- I'm sorry?
- Your husband is going after
my husband's job, right?
The house comes with it.
But you know that.
- Uh, I don't want your house.
I... I saw what
happened this morning.
I came to see if I could help.
- Why?
You never seen this
happen before?
- No, I have.
Someone I knew and I
didn't do anything.
- [chuckles]
So now you've grown
a conscience.
That's sweet.
- Look, I understand
you're upset.
But there is a legal process.
It's complicated, but
you can appeal this...
- [laughs]
You can't possibly
be that naive.
That appeal is a
formality, Laura.
It's a joke.
Besides, they've
frozen our accounts.
I couldn't hire a lawyer
right now if I wanted to.
It's their insurance policy.
- I didn't know that.
- Aren't you Elizabeth
Krauss's daughter?
You mother is who put
that policy in place.
- I am not my mother, Mrs.
Peterson.
- That's a shame.
'Cause that's actually
who I need right now.
[emotional music]
- I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have come. - Wait.
Please.
I'm sorry, I'm just...
*
Do you really want to help me?
- If I can.
- Then there's only one
thing that you can do.
And you know what that is.
Please.
Talk to your mother.
*
- So, this promotion.
It's gonna be a
company-wide search.
I won't be the only
decision maker.
- Of course.
Look, I'm flattered
to be considered,
but I want to earn it.
Just like anyone else.
- I'm glad to hear that.
Because everything that's going
on downstairs right now,
I'm afraid that's just
the tip of the iceberg.
Do you know that expression?
It's from when I was a kid.
It means it's gonna get
tougher from here.
- I understand.
- Do you?
The level of scrutiny... the
higher up the food chain you go,
the worse it gets.
Everyone has secrets, Ben.
Things they'd rather
keep to themselves.
Hmm?
A trip to the Red
Zones, for instance.
Maybe an illicit
substance was consumed.
The point is, no one gets
to senior management...
without the company
learning everything.
So if you have
something to hide,
no matter how insignificant,
you can always just drop out.
*
- Well, I promise you.
- Been looking for you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay!
I don't care about
the rations, okay?
I just want to know
how you did it.
That's it.
[tense music]
*
- They recycled an old machine.
So I stole the biometric sensor,
took it apart, and
switched it around.
- A reverse retinal scanner.
Just like that, huh?
[chuckles]
Oh, you got real talent, kid.
You and me.
We could make some
money together.
- Aaron?
- Just think about it.
- He just wants you
to steal for him.
That's a good way to get killed.
- Got to eat somehow.
- My dad's trying to find
my aunt in the city.
If she sponsors us, we
can get out of the camp.
My dad's going to try and open
a restaurant in the Red Zone.
- Hear it's pretty
bad out there, too.
- Can't be as bad as Texas was.
- That's where you're from?
- Yeah.
But my mom, she
didn't make it here.
[emotional music]
This was hers.
She gave it to me.
*
- Laura. What're you...
- This is all about
Chad, isn't it?
- No, it's just a
standard security thing.
- Have a seat.
- Did you need something?
- Uh, just moral
support, I guess.
- Moral support?
- I'm here to see my mother.
- Oh.
- It's about Chad's family.
They're being expelled
from Stanford Mills.
- [sighs]
- No, I know.
I should let it go, it's
just I have seen this before
and the truth is, it could
be anyone, it could be us...
- No, that will never be us.
- You don't know that, though.
I mean, the only
thing that Fiona did
was marry the wrong guy.
- Laura, you know that if
anything ever happened to me,
I'd protect you.
- What if you couldn't?
I should get up there.
- No, Laura...
Elizabeth doesn't
respond to pleading.
You know that. - I know.
I'll make her a deal, instead.
- I wish I could help.
I do. But my hands are tied.
- But Chad's family has
done nothing wrong.
- We don't know that.
We have procedures,
we have policies.
- Of course.
Policies.
[sighs]
- Laura...
I didn't make the
world the way it is.
I know this is upsetting.
But you have to concentrate on
having your own family now.
- [scoffs] My own...
When I see what that woman
is facing with her kids...
I don't know, Mom, I
don't know how anyone
brings a child into this world.
[dramatic music]
*
- Did you just use my grandchild
as a bargaining chip?
- Not everything
is a negotiation.
- No, but this is.
*
Laura.
There might be one
thing I could do.
*
- Inazagi?
I... I can't remember.
- Let me give you a refresher.
One of our people saw you
go into the bathroom
with Ben Larson.
Did someone from Inazagi
follow you there?
Did you meet your contact
in the bathroom?
- Contact?
- The person you were selling
our security protocols to.
- I swear... I swear
I don't remember.
I swear, all I did
was get drunk.
That's all I did.
[device chiming]
Oh, please.
- [whispering] I'm sorry,
sir, but we found something.
Piece of unauthorized tech... I
thought you'd want to see it.
*
- Escort Mr. Larson
to his office.
See that he doesn't leave
until I come for him.
[suspenseful music]
*
- Did you speak
with your mother?
- Yeah, she, um...
she said that she can't
do anything to help you.
- Can't or won't?
- The thing is, they...
She can't do anything for you,
but she might be able
to help your kids.
- How?
- There's a Spiga couple,
Tim and Rayna Shelby.
They never had
kids of their own.
[dramatic music]
*
- Would, uh...
would I ever see them again?
- The agreement says
that the birth parents
have to relinquish their right
to visitation, otherwise...
- [inhales]
- You don't have to do it.
- They've lived on the
inside their whole lives.
Liam...
Liam wants to be a
doctor, like you.
*
- Hey, Sayeed.
After you win the fight tonight,
I'll be waiting.
- Kid, save it for the fight.
Rubes don't get here for
a couple hours yet.
Suit yourself.
You hungry?
You ever have a
real steak before?
Knock yourself out.
No pun intended.
*
[chuckles]
Easy, kid.
You'll get a cramp.
*
I remember being like you.
But this game here?
It's a marathon, not a sprint.
You'll get your shot
one of these days.
But today?
Today's mine.
*
- Thanks for the steak.
*
- So far, we can't
conclusively establish
Mr. Peterson's guilt.
- He had the files on him.
- Yes, which raises questions.
He knew the scanners
would detect them.
Why take that risk?
Either way, I need more time
to get to the bottom of it.
- And I've told you,
we don't have time.
The stock is in freefall, I need
to reassure the markets now.
- I know we need closure,
but for an executive
at Mr. Peterson's level,
termination of contract
requires a confession.
Or proof of guilt.
- Then we revoke his
security clearance,
execute his nondisclosure
agreement.
He knows too much.
- Fair enough. When it's time.
But we're missing
something here.
My team found something.
Someone using unauthorized tech.
- Who?
- You told me to do
whatever it takes.
That's what I'm going to do.
- Fine, but either way,
we're closing Mr.
Peterson's file today.
*
Are we clear?
[bell dings]
[cheering]
[suspenseful music]
*
[blows landing]
[cheering]
[blow landing]
[cheers and applause]
- Yeah!
- Get up, kid.
*
- Have a seat.
*
You're young.
You've never known a world
different than this one.
There was a time
when you called 911.
The police showed
up in five minutes.
Then it became 30 minutes.
Then three hours.
Eventually, they
stopped coming at all.
And that's when those of us
who were fortunate enough
to have options had to choose...
between going it
alone out there,
or being protected in here.
- Sir?
*
- This company offers
many benefits.
But the one thing
it cannot abide
from anyone
is secrets.
Now, given that,
given what we've found,
is there anything you'd
like to admit to me?
A piece of tech that you
weren't authorized to have?
[cheering]
*
[blow landing]
*
[blows landing]
[cheering]
*
- I can explain.
*
- By all means.
[device beeps]
*
- The whistle. Yes.
Look, I... I signed
it out to test it.
- And you knew very
well, upon return,
you needed to submit a report
signed by your superior?
- That's the thing.
Uh, it kept on
frying the inhibitor
and I couldn't
re-calibrate the pitch.
So Mr. Peterson, he... He
told me just to forget it.
He said he'd "figure
out another way."
*
- Another way?
To do what? - I don't know.
I thought it was strange,
but he's the boss.
- It is interesting.
*
Mr. Peterson was feeling sick.
It could've been a hangover.
Or it could've been nervousness.
But it also could've
been because
someone used this device on him.
- But why would anyone do that?
- You tell me, Ben.
Perhaps to download files
from his terminal.
*
[cheering]
[blow landing]
[cheers]
*
[blow landing]
*
- Hey, Sayeed.
- [yells]
*
[blow landing]
[yells]
*
- These files...
they have a digital
timestamp, don't they?
Well, it's just that I didn't
come to see Mr. Peterson
until 11:00 a.m.
I'm sure his assistant
can verify that.
And before then, I was testing
the device in the lab.
I was logged in between
9:00 and 10:45.
So depending on what time those
files were downloaded...
- 10:23, according
to the timestamp.
- Well, you know, like I said,
I was in the lab.
*
- Well, there is another
possibility, of course.
That someone could've found a
way to alter the timestamp.
- To do that, in a way that
wouldn't be traceable,
even by the best techs
in this company...
That would be almost impossible.
*
- I guess there's
only one thing to do.
Ask Mr. Peterson why he had
you sign out the whistle.
*
[cheering]
[blow lands]
- [yells]
[blows landing]
[cheers]
*
[yells]
*
[blows landing]
[cheers]
[blows landing]
*
[cheering]
*
[cheers and applause]
*
*
- What's going on?
Turn that off!
What're you doing?
- I got orders to
execute his NDA.
Scrub his memory.
- Whose orders?
*
- Gavros left.
Green Zone league
not gonna happen.
So all that time,
money, and effort,
just pissed right
down the drain.
- I'm sorry, I don't know
what happened out there.
- Oh, I do. You fucking lost.
To him.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.
You didn't want me to win?
- What, you think the
scout came to see you?
Who the fuck are you?
- Well, then why did
you come to my place?
- Because I wanted a good fight!
You know I used to fight, too, right...
you know that?
Back then, we had
regulated competitions.
Weight classes.
You're proud of what you did...
You go out there,
you put on a good
show for the fans.
There's honor in it.
A little bit of money, too.
This one here...
second place.
The guy who beat me, he went off
to fight in the Green Zones.
And now he's punched
his own ticket
and he's got himself a regular,
permanent gig out there.
[emotional music]
Billy fucking Gavros.
[blow landing]
[tense music]
[blows landing]
*
Whoo!
Guess you're my ticket now, huh?
*
Hope you're up to it, kid.
[dramatic music]
*
- [cries]
[tense music]
*
*
- What the hell
happened to you, man?
*
Who are you?
*
- I don't know.
*
[sizzling]
*
- Elena!
I was afraid I missed you.
You got sponsored.
- The pass just came through.
- That's great.
- My aunt found a place
for us in the Red Zone.
[car horn honks] - Elena!
- I have to go.
[dramatic music]
Here, take this.
- I can't.
- Sell it for food
if you have to.
You're getting too big to
hide in those old planes.
*
Bye, Aaron.
Good luck.
- I'll find you.
- Out there?
- I will.
You'll see.
*
Laura... - Shh.
[sighs]
*
*
[both moaning]
*
*
[both panting]
*
- I had the worst
fucking day ever.
- It's okay.
It's over.
I promise.
*
"Incorporated"...
[tense music]
[computer chiming]
- Hey, Aaron.
- It's Ben.
- I'll call you Ben.
As long as you don't
forget Aaron.
- I don't.
- So you found her.
- If it is Elena.
- My sister. Where is she?
- That's a group of girls
being escorted to Arcadia.
- She's a sex slave.
Can you get in here?
- Not till I get
to the 40th floor.
- Laura. How is she?
- So now you're her errand boy?
- I'm your husband
and her son-in-law.
Just meet her... if she's
gonna be a grandmother,
she has a right to know.
- You did that?
[both grunting]
- Not bad, kid.
How'd you like to
make some money?
- We were thinking about going
out for drinks after work.
- So where is the fun gonna be?
- I think in Southgate.
- [whimpering]
[cries]
- Did you invite him?
- Sure.
- You're working him, right?
- Ow!
- Are you okay?
- Excuse me a second, will you?
[device chiming]
[alarm blaring]
That's not mine.
That's not mine!
Please! - Chad got fired today.
[emotional music]
- You know what the
saddest part is?
*
Knowing that you'll never see
a world better than this one.
*
Things weren't always like this.
People had homes.
Homes that my company insured.
Homeowner's insurance.
Can you believe that?
System was rigged, though.
But we called it an act of God.
You know what an act of God is?
It's all the big stuff;
Drought, hurricanes, floods.
The entire city of Miami
falling into the ocean
and we didn't pay out
a dime for any of it.
We just cranked up the
AC in our company car
and we just kept on trucking.
- Dad, it's gonna be okay.
- Listen to me.
I want you to remember
something, all right?
You're more than just
a climate refugee
looking for a handout.
You're worth more than that.
Understand?
*
Good.
*
I love you, Aaron.
- Dad?
- I'm so sorry.
- No, Dad!
*
[crowd screaming]
*
[dramatic music]
*
[tense music]
*
- What's up, old man?
*
Where did you get the gas?
- Anybody spare some food?
Anything?
*
- Fuck off, kid.
*
- Hey, kid!
Come here.
[coins jingling]
*
Nice catch, blind kid.
Hey!
Hey, wait! Hey, stop!
*
*
- Move over.
*
- I just want to talk to ya!
Kid!
*
Kid!
*
- [sighs] Thanks.
- No problem. I'm Elena.
- Aaron.
- Why was that guy chasing you?
- Come on, I'll show you.
- Recognized: Camp
Internal Compliance.
I.D. number K504687.
Dispensing rations.
- Those kapo assholes
get extra rations.
The rest of us don't get enough.
You hungry or what?
[dramatic music]
*
- We'll soon start
evaluating candidates.
We live in troubled,
uncertain times,
so the vetting process
will be extremely thorough
and rigorous.
We will not let another
traitor slip through.
*
Not again.
*
- Rousing speech.
- Inspiration or intimidation...
Sometimes it's a fine line.
Anything on Peterson?
- So far, not much.
I do know what he was
stealing: Security protocols.
- Is it connected to
the attack in Jakarta?
- Possibly, I don't know yet.
- It's your job to know.
- No, it's my job to find out.
And that may take time.
- The Board is breathing
down my neck.
We need answers now.
- Then I suggest we
amp up the pressure.
- How?
You're already doing
enhanced background checks
on the candidates.
- Yes and maybe we can use
that as an opportunity
to dig into everyone in
Counterintelligence Tech.
Mr. Peterson may have
had an accomplice.
Or at least a witness.
- Fine.
Do whatever it takes.
- I just want to remind
you that your son-in-law
works in that department.
- I said whatever it takes.
*
[devices chimes]
*
- Aaron!
[giggling] Stop!
*
- [groaning]
[yelling]
- Ultrasonic waves
heat human tissue
as they pass through your body.
That was 150 decibels.
At 160, it will cause
permanent damage.
- No, please.
I swear I'll tell you
anything you want to know.
[cries]
[pained groaning]
*
[techno music]
- Good! Now push it.
Last half mile.
*
Stop program.
- Keep it up.
[tense music]
- Let's go, move it.
*
Let's go, let's go.
*
- Mrs. Larson?
Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, it's just, uh...
must've scratched
myself on a branch.
I should be more careful.
Uh, could you get...
- Oh, yes, of course.
[aerosol spraying]
- Rachel, can I ask
you something?
You used to work for the
Sharma family, didn't you?
Before they got exiled.
- Yes, ma'am, I did.
Why do you ask?
- It's just, there's, uh...
another family that's being
let go from the company
and, um, I was wondering,
do you see the Sharmas anymore?
I mean, on the outside.
- Uh, no, ma'am.
Mr. Sharma, he...
There was an accident.
I should get back to work.
*
- I have to hand it to you.
You've hidden your tracks well.
*
Trust me.
I know everything.
Every corner you've cut.
Every subordinate whose
work you took credit for.
*
You're not an admirable man, Mr.
Peterson.
- [whimpers]
- But when it comes
to company security,
there's nothing in your
history that suggests
anything out of the ordinary.
Except that trip you
took over the wall.
To the Red Zone
night before last.
That was unusual for you.
Which is why I can't
quite let it go.
[device chimes]
*
- Security check.
Step away from the desk, please.
Wait outside until we're done.
*
- Follow me. Stand
over there, please.
*
- Security check.
*
- What I can't wrap my
head around was why.
Why that place?
With underlings from
your department,
every one of whom despises you.
Why did you go there?
- C-can't remember...
- Was it to meet
with your contact?
Was it someone from Inazagi?
- I wasn't meeting anyone!
It wasn't even my idea
to go to the Red Zone.
- Then whose idea was it?
*
- It was... it was Ben's idea.
- Ben?
Ben Larson?
- Yes, he talked me into it.
It was all Ben's idea.
All Ben's idea.
[tense music]
*
- Mr. Hendrick, right?
Human resources.
You're not usually
up on this floor.
- Well, the sec team
needed a stat check
on some of the employees.
Maybe you noticed, things
are in a bit of an uproar.
- Yeah. Mr. Peterson.
I heard he was caught
with classified files.
- Was he?
Oh, that's a terrible thing.
Although, it would open up a
path for some ambitious person
to move up to the 40th floor.
Lot of perks come with that.
Access to the executive
club, for one.
*
[whispering] What did you do?
- What I had to.
I need to move up the
ladder to get to her.
- And then what?
There's no way to get
her out of there
and nowhere to run...
They'll hunt you down.
- I'm working on
an exit strategy.
But first I need the promotion.
*
- I hope you know
what you're doing.
- Well, I should.
You taught me.
*
- There you are.
I was wondering
where you got to.
- Eh, just fueling up.
*
We need to talk.
- About?
- Chad.
Our little trip to the Red Zone?
'Cause they'll be asking
him about it right now.
- It's not illegal
to go slumming.
- Yeah, unless it's with
someone who gets taken in
the next day for treason.
*
- What do you mean?
- Think about it.
It's the perfect place to meet
somebody from the competition.
- Those Inazagi
guys at the bar...
- It looks bad.
For both of us.
- Yeah, well, it was
your idea to invite him.
- No.
It was Chad's idea, remember?
We weren't even
going to Southgate
until he suggested it.
- And when Chad
says differently?
- It's our word against his.
*
I mean, we both want
that promotion, right?
*
- I may have underestimated
you, Ben Larson.
- Yeah.
Sometimes I even
surprise myself.
- Hmm.
*
- Mr. Larson.
Just the man I was looking for.
*
Magna Cum Laude from MIT West.
Brin Scholar.
You have an impressive
background.
- Thank you.
- It is interesting, though.
Your hometown
destroyed by a flood.
Family dead.
Even your college lost
to the wildfires.
It's almost like you're
some kind of ghost.
- I'm hardly the only one.
A lot of people's lives
have been upended
in the last couple of decades.
- Yes, I suppose they have.
You spent the last four years under Mr.
Peterson
in counterintelligence tech.
- Yes, sir.
His disloyalty was a
shock to all of us.
- I'm sure it was.
I'm just trying
to piece together
Mr. Peterson's movements
over the past few days.
His assistant said you
came to see him yesterday.
- Uh, yes. Yeah, I did.
- So...
did anything seem out
of the ordinary to you?
- Oh.
Well, I don't want to read
too much into it, but...
he did seem kind of anxious.
He was sweating.
You know, jittery.
- His assistant said
he was feeling sick.
Maybe he was nervous because
he was stealing the files.
Of, course, he could've
been feeling the effects
of a night out in the
Red Zone with you.
*
- Southgate?
Oh, right, uh...
well, about that...
- Yes, about that.
- It was odd.
Chad... Mr. Peterson, I mean...
He never wants to come
out, but this time,
he said he'd love to come.
He's the one who suggested
going to Southgate.
He even suggested the
club we went to.
- You're saying it was his
idea to go out there?
- Yeah. And like I
said, it was...
well, it was odd.
[device chiming]
*
- What is it?
- I'm sorry, sir.
But Mrs. Krauss wants to see Mr.
Larson right away.
*
- Fine.
Tell her he's on his way up.
We'll pick this up again later.
- Of course.
Whatever you need.
*
Sir. - What is it?
- I just remembered something...
Something that might
be important.
When we got to the club,
there were these, uh,
Inazagi guys already there.
- Inazagi?
- Yeah.
They were laughing about
what happened in Jakarta.
They even sent us over
some Indonesian beer.
- And you didn't think
to share this earlier?
- To be honest, I...
I had a few drinks, myself,
so things are kind of hazy.
*
Anyway, I better get upstairs.
[suspenseful music]
*
[device chimes]
*
- Hey, Ant, food's here.
- Mmm, I'm starving.
Even that synthetic shit
is starting to smell good.
They say it tastes like steak.
[chuckles]
Like we've ever
tasted real steak.
Aw, Jesus, Theo, look at you.
Are you really serious about
this fighting bullshit?
- I'm serious about
not being dirt poor
for the rest of our lives.
- I know, but there's other
ways we can make some money.
- Stop worrying so much.
Okay?
We're gonna be fine.
Now come on.
Let's eat it while
it's still hot.
[knocking]
[sighs]
- Nice place you got here, kid.
Very charming.
You mind if we come in?
- Oh, shit, that's cold!
- He can't fight again tonight!
Look at him, he can
barely see straight.
- That's what the
cryotherapy's for.
- It's negative 240 degrees.
Reduces the swelling.
- Oh, is that what it does?
Man, get the fuck off me!
- I'm sorry, kid, normally
I would've given you
a little more time to
recover, but this is kind of
a special situation.
You ever heard of Billy Gavros?
He's a scout, private
league, in the Green Zones.
They hold fights at, uh,
parties, private events.
Really good money.
- Green Zones?
- Yeah, you ever been
on the other side?
Oh, man, the food they
put up, and the women...
Hell, even the room you're in.
The best part about it...
is how clean it is.
It's immaculate.
*
- They ever have, uh, fights
in the executive clubs?
- Well, yeah, sometimes.
[chuckles]
They're not gonna let you
sample the goods, though.
But trust me, man, the
bitches on the inside,
they're gonna wet their
panties when they see
a slum dog like you.
If you're not ready,
you're not ready.
I don't know when this
guy's coming back, though.
*
- No.
I'm in.
*
Let's do this.
*
[buzzing]
- Mrs. Peterson,
I'm Laura Larson.
Uh, Ben's wife.
From your husband's...
- I know who you are.
If you're here to get the keys
to the house, they took them.
- I'm sorry?
- Your husband is going after
my husband's job, right?
The house comes with it.
But you know that.
- Uh, I don't want your house.
I... I saw what
happened this morning.
I came to see if I could help.
- Why?
You never seen this
happen before?
- No, I have.
Someone I knew and I
didn't do anything.
- [chuckles]
So now you've grown
a conscience.
That's sweet.
- Look, I understand
you're upset.
But there is a legal process.
It's complicated, but
you can appeal this...
- [laughs]
You can't possibly
be that naive.
That appeal is a
formality, Laura.
It's a joke.
Besides, they've
frozen our accounts.
I couldn't hire a lawyer
right now if I wanted to.
It's their insurance policy.
- I didn't know that.
- Aren't you Elizabeth
Krauss's daughter?
You mother is who put
that policy in place.
- I am not my mother, Mrs.
Peterson.
- That's a shame.
'Cause that's actually
who I need right now.
[emotional music]
- I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have come. - Wait.
Please.
I'm sorry, I'm just...
*
Do you really want to help me?
- If I can.
- Then there's only one
thing that you can do.
And you know what that is.
Please.
Talk to your mother.
*
- So, this promotion.
It's gonna be a
company-wide search.
I won't be the only
decision maker.
- Of course.
Look, I'm flattered
to be considered,
but I want to earn it.
Just like anyone else.
- I'm glad to hear that.
Because everything that's going
on downstairs right now,
I'm afraid that's just
the tip of the iceberg.
Do you know that expression?
It's from when I was a kid.
It means it's gonna get
tougher from here.
- I understand.
- Do you?
The level of scrutiny... the
higher up the food chain you go,
the worse it gets.
Everyone has secrets, Ben.
Things they'd rather
keep to themselves.
Hmm?
A trip to the Red
Zones, for instance.
Maybe an illicit
substance was consumed.
The point is, no one gets
to senior management...
without the company
learning everything.
So if you have
something to hide,
no matter how insignificant,
you can always just drop out.
*
- Well, I promise you.
- Been looking for you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay!
I don't care about
the rations, okay?
I just want to know
how you did it.
That's it.
[tense music]
*
- They recycled an old machine.
So I stole the biometric sensor,
took it apart, and
switched it around.
- A reverse retinal scanner.
Just like that, huh?
[chuckles]
Oh, you got real talent, kid.
You and me.
We could make some
money together.
- Aaron?
- Just think about it.
- He just wants you
to steal for him.
That's a good way to get killed.
- Got to eat somehow.
- My dad's trying to find
my aunt in the city.
If she sponsors us, we
can get out of the camp.
My dad's going to try and open
a restaurant in the Red Zone.
- Hear it's pretty
bad out there, too.
- Can't be as bad as Texas was.
- That's where you're from?
- Yeah.
But my mom, she
didn't make it here.
[emotional music]
This was hers.
She gave it to me.
*
- Laura. What're you...
- This is all about
Chad, isn't it?
- No, it's just a
standard security thing.
- Have a seat.
- Did you need something?
- Uh, just moral
support, I guess.
- Moral support?
- I'm here to see my mother.
- Oh.
- It's about Chad's family.
They're being expelled
from Stanford Mills.
- [sighs]
- No, I know.
I should let it go, it's
just I have seen this before
and the truth is, it could
be anyone, it could be us...
- No, that will never be us.
- You don't know that, though.
I mean, the only
thing that Fiona did
was marry the wrong guy.
- Laura, you know that if
anything ever happened to me,
I'd protect you.
- What if you couldn't?
I should get up there.
- No, Laura...
Elizabeth doesn't
respond to pleading.
You know that. - I know.
I'll make her a deal, instead.
- I wish I could help.
I do. But my hands are tied.
- But Chad's family has
done nothing wrong.
- We don't know that.
We have procedures,
we have policies.
- Of course.
Policies.
[sighs]
- Laura...
I didn't make the
world the way it is.
I know this is upsetting.
But you have to concentrate on
having your own family now.
- [scoffs] My own...
When I see what that woman
is facing with her kids...
I don't know, Mom, I
don't know how anyone
brings a child into this world.
[dramatic music]
*
- Did you just use my grandchild
as a bargaining chip?
- Not everything
is a negotiation.
- No, but this is.
*
Laura.
There might be one
thing I could do.
*
- Inazagi?
I... I can't remember.
- Let me give you a refresher.
One of our people saw you
go into the bathroom
with Ben Larson.
Did someone from Inazagi
follow you there?
Did you meet your contact
in the bathroom?
- Contact?
- The person you were selling
our security protocols to.
- I swear... I swear
I don't remember.
I swear, all I did
was get drunk.
That's all I did.
[device chiming]
Oh, please.
- [whispering] I'm sorry,
sir, but we found something.
Piece of unauthorized tech... I
thought you'd want to see it.
*
- Escort Mr. Larson
to his office.
See that he doesn't leave
until I come for him.
[suspenseful music]
*
- Did you speak
with your mother?
- Yeah, she, um...
she said that she can't
do anything to help you.
- Can't or won't?
- The thing is, they...
She can't do anything for you,
but she might be able
to help your kids.
- How?
- There's a Spiga couple,
Tim and Rayna Shelby.
They never had
kids of their own.
[dramatic music]
*
- Would, uh...
would I ever see them again?
- The agreement says
that the birth parents
have to relinquish their right
to visitation, otherwise...
- [inhales]
- You don't have to do it.
- They've lived on the
inside their whole lives.
Liam...
Liam wants to be a
doctor, like you.
*
- Hey, Sayeed.
After you win the fight tonight,
I'll be waiting.
- Kid, save it for the fight.
Rubes don't get here for
a couple hours yet.
Suit yourself.
You hungry?
You ever have a
real steak before?
Knock yourself out.
No pun intended.
*
[chuckles]
Easy, kid.
You'll get a cramp.
*
I remember being like you.
But this game here?
It's a marathon, not a sprint.
You'll get your shot
one of these days.
But today?
Today's mine.
*
- Thanks for the steak.
*
- So far, we can't
conclusively establish
Mr. Peterson's guilt.
- He had the files on him.
- Yes, which raises questions.
He knew the scanners
would detect them.
Why take that risk?
Either way, I need more time
to get to the bottom of it.
- And I've told you,
we don't have time.
The stock is in freefall, I need
to reassure the markets now.
- I know we need closure,
but for an executive
at Mr. Peterson's level,
termination of contract
requires a confession.
Or proof of guilt.
- Then we revoke his
security clearance,
execute his nondisclosure
agreement.
He knows too much.
- Fair enough. When it's time.
But we're missing
something here.
My team found something.
Someone using unauthorized tech.
- Who?
- You told me to do
whatever it takes.
That's what I'm going to do.
- Fine, but either way,
we're closing Mr.
Peterson's file today.
*
Are we clear?
[bell dings]
[cheering]
[suspenseful music]
*
[blows landing]
[cheering]
[blow landing]
[cheers and applause]
- Yeah!
- Get up, kid.
*
- Have a seat.
*
You're young.
You've never known a world
different than this one.
There was a time
when you called 911.
The police showed
up in five minutes.
Then it became 30 minutes.
Then three hours.
Eventually, they
stopped coming at all.
And that's when those of us
who were fortunate enough
to have options had to choose...
between going it
alone out there,
or being protected in here.
- Sir?
*
- This company offers
many benefits.
But the one thing
it cannot abide
from anyone
is secrets.
Now, given that,
given what we've found,
is there anything you'd
like to admit to me?
A piece of tech that you
weren't authorized to have?
[cheering]
*
[blow landing]
*
[blows landing]
[cheering]
*
- I can explain.
*
- By all means.
[device beeps]
*
- The whistle. Yes.
Look, I... I signed
it out to test it.
- And you knew very
well, upon return,
you needed to submit a report
signed by your superior?
- That's the thing.
Uh, it kept on
frying the inhibitor
and I couldn't
re-calibrate the pitch.
So Mr. Peterson, he... He
told me just to forget it.
He said he'd "figure
out another way."
*
- Another way?
To do what? - I don't know.
I thought it was strange,
but he's the boss.
- It is interesting.
*
Mr. Peterson was feeling sick.
It could've been a hangover.
Or it could've been nervousness.
But it also could've
been because
someone used this device on him.
- But why would anyone do that?
- You tell me, Ben.
Perhaps to download files
from his terminal.
*
[cheering]
[blow landing]
[cheers]
*
[blow landing]
*
- Hey, Sayeed.
- [yells]
*
[blow landing]
[yells]
*
- These files...
they have a digital
timestamp, don't they?
Well, it's just that I didn't
come to see Mr. Peterson
until 11:00 a.m.
I'm sure his assistant
can verify that.
And before then, I was testing
the device in the lab.
I was logged in between
9:00 and 10:45.
So depending on what time those
files were downloaded...
- 10:23, according
to the timestamp.
- Well, you know, like I said,
I was in the lab.
*
- Well, there is another
possibility, of course.
That someone could've found a
way to alter the timestamp.
- To do that, in a way that
wouldn't be traceable,
even by the best techs
in this company...
That would be almost impossible.
*
- I guess there's
only one thing to do.
Ask Mr. Peterson why he had
you sign out the whistle.
*
[cheering]
[blow lands]
- [yells]
[blows landing]
[cheers]
*
[yells]
*
[blows landing]
[cheers]
[blows landing]
*
[cheering]
*
[cheers and applause]
*
*
- What's going on?
Turn that off!
What're you doing?
- I got orders to
execute his NDA.
Scrub his memory.
- Whose orders?
*
- Gavros left.
Green Zone league
not gonna happen.
So all that time,
money, and effort,
just pissed right
down the drain.
- I'm sorry, I don't know
what happened out there.
- Oh, I do. You fucking lost.
To him.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.
You didn't want me to win?
- What, you think the
scout came to see you?
Who the fuck are you?
- Well, then why did
you come to my place?
- Because I wanted a good fight!
You know I used to fight, too, right...
you know that?
Back then, we had
regulated competitions.
Weight classes.
You're proud of what you did...
You go out there,
you put on a good
show for the fans.
There's honor in it.
A little bit of money, too.
This one here...
second place.
The guy who beat me, he went off
to fight in the Green Zones.
And now he's punched
his own ticket
and he's got himself a regular,
permanent gig out there.
[emotional music]
Billy fucking Gavros.
[blow landing]
[tense music]
[blows landing]
*
Whoo!
Guess you're my ticket now, huh?
*
Hope you're up to it, kid.
[dramatic music]
*
- [cries]
[tense music]
*
*
- What the hell
happened to you, man?
*
Who are you?
*
- I don't know.
*
[sizzling]
*
- Elena!
I was afraid I missed you.
You got sponsored.
- The pass just came through.
- That's great.
- My aunt found a place
for us in the Red Zone.
[car horn honks] - Elena!
- I have to go.
[dramatic music]
Here, take this.
- I can't.
- Sell it for food
if you have to.
You're getting too big to
hide in those old planes.
*
Bye, Aaron.
Good luck.
- I'll find you.
- Out there?
- I will.
You'll see.
*
Laura... - Shh.
[sighs]
*
*
[both moaning]
*
*
[both panting]
*
- I had the worst
fucking day ever.
- It's okay.
It's over.
I promise.
*