♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
Life begins.
-Life begins. -(chuckles)
I can't believe your grandpa left you a whole house.
OLIVIA: Well, I was the only grandkid.
Well, my grandpa left me his shoes.
(lock clicking)
(laughs) We're not married yet.
Okay. Well, then, you're Mrs. Almost Ethan Lander.
(gasps)
(laughs)
A little elbow grease, we'll be good as new.
Well, grease we got.
Fungus and mildew and probably some killer mold.
What the hell is this?
OLIVIA: Don't look, just dump.
"Utopia."
It's like a comic book or something.
Crap. What was your grandpa into?
Fucked up.
Fucked up. Ugh.
Really fucked up.
OLIVIA: Ugh.
-Just throw it out. -Wait, hang on, hang on.
"Utopia, the conclusion to Dystopia."
So there's more of this shit out there.
-What are you doing? -This could be worth something.
-(laughs) -Some guy last year found an old Batman comic in his attic.
Sold it for, like, a million bucks.
We sell this for a fraction of that,
we can pay off your student loans,
I start my podcast.
A little nest egg for a family.
Ethan.
Fanboys are gonna go nuts over this.
♪ ♪
(phone chimes)
It's happening. It's happ--
It's happening! (whoops)
(phone chimes)
(giggles)
(exhales)
(laughs)
IAN: Exactly. And like I said, according to CDC,
-tick-borne illnesses, such as Lyme disease, have tripled... -(phone vibrating)
(titters)
Well, that's probably a question for your doctor, but, uh...
Yes, aches are awful.
Aching is ruthless.
(quietly): Yeah.
(whoops) Way to go, Ian.
One more score for the home team.
♪ ♪
Let's go. Come on.
(sighs)
WILSON: Once upon a time there was a little girl
named Jessica Hyde.
Jessica Hyde had a daddy who was a genius scientist.
Now, Jessica and her daddy were held
by an evil villain named Mr. Rabbit.
He made Daddy Hyde create horrible viruses,
until one day a hero named Artemis
broke out Jessica and her daddy.
Mr. Rabbit sends his henchmen, the Harvest, after them.
The Harvest kidnap Daddy,
so now Jessica Hyde has to save him.
But that's just the mythology.
Dystopia appeared in 2014, and if you're smart--
if you're really, really smart--
you can study it and decipher
all the real-life epidemics it predicted.
Yeah-- Ebola, MERS,
Heartland virus, just to name a few.
See, that's why we need Utopia.
Because who knows what horrible things are coming next?
I mean, why do we keep feeling like
it's the end of the fucking world?
Because someone is ending the fucking world.
(scoffs) Y-You're not getting it.
Look, look. Microcephaly.
Mosquitoes. Hmm? Hmm?
Zika.
We're gonna find the next Zika!
-What? -It kind of reminds me
of what you say about God.
If the ignorant want to believe, they'll find a way.
(groans) Go pester y-your parents, doubter.
(mutters): Look at that...
Just-- Ah, ah, germs. Germs?
Seriously. Please, just go to your room.
(music playing faintly)
Coming through.
-Vaping's still smoking, Carla. -Whatever.
WOMAN (over radio): Flight 592 clear direct to Muni.
Leave at your discretion.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Hey, so, uh, Fringecon's tomorrow.
Can I borrow 30 bucks?
You borrow 30 bucks for the train
so you can spend 200 bucks on a comic.
Priorities.
Got to see what that naughty bunny is up to.
Mr. Rabbit is just a metaphor, Dad.
-Come on, I've told you this. -I know.
You're too easy to tease, Wilson.
Crackpots have to have a sense of humor.
Take it from me.
(both chuckle)
Thanks. Thanks, Dad.
Don't forget to have a good time.
WILSON: Mm-hmm. Yeah.
(whispers): Okay. Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
(panting)
Shit.
(straining)
You couldn't go to the climate rally
and call it your good deed?
Rallies don't work.
They make us feel better about doing nothing.
Samantha Gloria Steinem Jawalsky, that is not true.
We protest agriculture policy after half of Africa starves.
We ration water after we drain our aquifers.
We debate climate change after the world is on fire.
I want to do something ahead of time for once.
Besides, I think they'd be kind of lost without me.
I know the feeling.
(clicks tongue) Aw.
(chuckles)
My save-the-world girl.
REPORTER: The fires have destroyed more than 40,000 acres
and counting, with just ten percent contained amidst...
REPORTER 2: And it's estimated that 390 billion tons
of glacier ice are melting each year,
a crisis that ultimately threatens
every coastal city in the world.
REPORTER 3: ...is experiencing a flu outbreak
that has so far killed four children.
All victims were students at a local...
(cartoon music playing over TV)
(indistinct chatter)
♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo ♪
♪ I'm a good guy for a gal ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo ♪
♪ So won't you look my palm over? ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo ♪
♪ I've got time for a chat ♪
-♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo... ♪ -Yeah!
♪ So won't you tell me my future? ♪
(indistinct shouting)
♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo ♪
♪ I'm gonna break down at 50 ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo ♪
♪ And I'm not quite a stallion ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo ♪
♪ I'm a good guy for a gal ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo ♪
♪ And I'm mentally slipping ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ♪
♪ What's that you see? ♪
♪ Oh, boy, find out what's up with me ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ♪
♪ What's that you see? ♪
♪ Tell me more of what's gonna be ♪
♪ If you're friends with P ♪
♪ Well, then, you're friends with me ♪
♪ If you're down with P ♪
♪ Well, then, you're down with me ♪
♪ Friends of P ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, hoo, hoo ♪
♪ Friends of P. ♪
Here's Jessica Hyde.
She's kind of cute.
Totally cute.
Whoa. Careful with the merchandise.
Okay, who's got the vodka?
-Finally. -(laughter)
-(door opens) -"Wilson...
-Wilson"? -Not a title.
Just my name.
Please sit.
(mutters): Just...? Yeah.
Hey.
Hi.
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
You guys having a... you having a rocking time?
I just came to party, too, but I thought, you know,
I'd come in and just take a look at this crap.
Uh, just-- just one page.
Uh, well-- Can...?
Sure.
WILSON: This is the original manuscript.
And how did you guys get ahold of it?
Through a collector.
Where'd the collector get it?
From the artist.
Really? Who's the artist?
-You know, we're on a schedule, so... -Oh.
Just write down, uh, your contact info, your bid
and your room number right next to your name.
You got, um, you have a lot of interest?
It's like a pilgrimage for some.
You're late.
This car? I love her. (laughs)
But she's trouble.
'74 MG, four-cylinder.
You're very late.
And sometimes, she glitches.
She'll get us there in style, though.
I wanted to get there on time.
The only thing slowing us down now
is you standing in the road, not getting in the car.
(engine starts)
♪ ♪
(sighs) Okay. You ready?
-Yeah. Let's do it. -(blows raspberry)
-Please come in. -(chuckles): Oh. Watch your...
Please, come in.
Hey. How's it going?
Hi.
-Hi. Nice to meet you. -Thank you.
Wow.
(exhales)
(moans)
-Uh-huh. -(knocking on door)
Have a seat.
(knocking on door)
-Come in. Sit down, just, right there. -Okay.
(knocking on door)
Actually, uh-- Please.
Where do I sign?
I got a couple websites, a couple .orgs, a couple .nets,
-if you want to join the list. -Yeah. -Sure.
Thank you.
OLIVIA:
Thank you.
Oh, watch your head.
Thank you.
Great. Thank you.
Bye, ladies.
-Bye. -(laughter)
(laughs)
-Hi. -Hi.
(exhales)
Wow.
BECKY: Good old Artemis.
Uh, I was actually wondering if there's anything
-involving, um, a molecule or a virus... -Oh...
Sorry, we can only show you one.
Could you just tell me if there's anything
to do with a molecule or a disease?
Uh, we can get your contact info,
and your room number and your bid.
We'll be in touch.
OLIVIA: Love your shirt, though.
"Stay Alive, Jessica Hyde."
Well, basically, I'm in love with a girl I only know online.
-Yeah, aren't we all? -Right, but, we're meeting
in 15 minutes, so I'm kind of freaking out.
(laughs softly)
Is that what you're gonna wear?
-(door opens) -OLIVIA: Ian Ackerman?
Me.
Ta-da. (chuckles)
Is this the original?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
You guys are supporting a female hero.
Huh.
Wow.
OLIVIA: Here you go.
Thank you. (mouths)
(indistinct whispering)
I think this is our guy...
(both laugh)
(camera clicks)
ETHAN: All right, uh, sorry.
Uh, just, uh, contact, room number and bid,
-next to your name. -Okay. Okay.
(exhales sharply)
(mutters): Money, money, money, okay.
You guys aren't Harvest, are you?
Hmm?
Um...
Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
-Becky? -Not Becky.
Sorry.
ETHAN: Excuse me, sir?
Could I do a "Comic-Kaze"?
Open.
(chuckles)
Uh, excuse me?
Becky.
-Ian. -Yes.
-(laughs): Hi. -Hi.
-Wow. Hi. -Hi.
-You look just like I pictured. -Uh...
Average, or...?
No, no. Ian-y.
-I get that a lot. -(chuckles)
-Did you see it? Yes. Yes. -Yes. Yeah. You saw it, right?
-You know, it just made me want to see more. So... -Oh, I know.
-Did you want a drink? -Yes. I'm trying. (chuckles)
-Sir? -Failing...
Um, can I just have a beer?
Yeah, you know what? Could I actually trade
this in for a beer, too?
This is just way bluer than I was expecting.
Uh, here.
Mmm.
Oh, that's good.
-Thank you. -Two of those, please.
-When in Rome. (chuckles) -(laughs)
Um...
Um-- Oh, those-- Yeah, those guys.
-You know, I don't think that they know what they have. -No.
-Mm-mm. -Oh, but I actually was able to get a, uh...
You know what? I actually think panicking right now
is not gonna help, so...
Can we not talk Utopia?
Or not yet?
-Yeah. -Thank you.
-Cheers. (chuckles) -Cheers.
-Pow, boom. -(chuckles)
Hi.
(exhales)
What's your highest bid?
$5,000.
I can get you six.
Don't sell.
I play competitive Risk. It's totally different.
-Competitive Risk? -Yes, it's competitive, okay?
-(laughs): How is that better? -It is a board game
of strategic conquest.
-Oh, my God. -Takes a lifetime to master.
I'll teach you one day, but that's not it, either.
It's my job.
-You're not a writer. -No, I...
Well, not a paid one.
No, I, uh, I do mostly fanfic sort of stuff, so...
So, you're unemployed.
-No, I have a job... -That's okay, I don't hold...
I've got a job, but it's, uh, I sell gap insurance
to people who may or may not develop Lyme disease.
I basically spend all day on the phone
listening to people tell me about their ailments, so...
(laughs softly)
Sometimes it feels like everyone in the world is sick.
It's kind of depressing, actually.
(whispers): So, yeah...
So, yeah. Two cats, uh...
shitty job, lives with grandma. (chuckles)
So, uh, what about you?
It's only fair. What's your secret?
-(sighs) -(exhales)
You're gonna freak.
I think Risk is boring as hell.
Take it back.
It's not about what's on the forums, you've been
on the forums too long. It's about the sequence
-of events. -The forums are where it's at.
LARRY: Jessica Hyde does karate.
AL: She's trained in jiujitsu.
Welcome.
Hello.
I'm Jimmy. I'm dressed as Jessica Hyde, clearly.
Her dad was a genius scientist.
But Mr. Rabbit forced him to make unspeakable diseases...
-Well, I... -...or else Mr. Rabbit would kill Jessica.
Yeah, so now they're on the run being chased by the Harvest.
-DAVID: I'm Artemis. -LARRY: Not supposed to be purple.
-DAVID: It's violet. -Whatever.
Ebola.
MERS.
Zika.
Someone is taking diseases and weaponizing them.
Loosing them upon us,
and you guys are obsessing over stories?
Guys, Jessica Hyde isn't real.
But you know what is real? The diseases hidden in Dystopia.
Oh, God, you're one of those, huh?
-"Signs and portents." -(laughter)
"It all has to mean something."
SAMANTHA: It does mean something.
What does this look like?
Anyone?
(quietly): Uganda.
-I mean, sometimes a leaf is just... -SAMANTHA: Uganda.
It is a perfect Uganda-shaped leaf.
And, look. Eight on this branch, one on this one.
Eight infected, one dead in Uganda.
2014, the Marburg virus.
MAN (whispers): Are, like, real chicks
-into this stuff, too, now? -I guess...
Okay. And, look, these shapes in the water.
Up in the air. What do these look like?
WILSON: Yellow vesper bats.
(people murmuring)
The primary disease vector in the Uganda outbreak.
-Exactly. -LARRY: I've got to get to the Antlerman panel.
-Oh, yeah. -She's just a conspiracy whacko.
-Yeah. -Look, this is all cute and everything,
but we really wanted to get in and talk about the mythology.
SAMANTHA: You want a conspiracy?
A few decades ago,
somehow, a group of you fucking boy assholes
managed to trick the world into believing that comic books
were serious fucking literature, and now you all
get to sit around
and Joseph Campbell the fucking day away
on your spoo-stained papasans, stewing in the violence,
masturbating over the meta-metaphors,
pretending that you're valid, but you know what?
It doesn't make you smart or deep to debate
what kind of martial arts that Artemis performs.
Guys, this shit is about life.
Guys, this shit is about doing something,
not talking about cartoons doing something.
(quietly): Exactly.
(cheering, laughter)
IAN (exhales): Oh, my God.
-Oh... -I remember Antlerman.
Oh-- I have never been a fan of the superhero crap.
-What? -There's enough alpha males in the world as it is.
But Utopia, see... See, that's different.
And I really want us to get that.
I think we could solve it.
Yeah, if there is anything to solve.
Ian, you sound like a doubter. What are you talking about?
-No. No, no, no. -(exclaims) Hooks!
Of course there is something to solve.
-I'm not a doubter, it's just... -(laughs): Wow.
I don't know, I get nervous because after Sam,
you're, like, the Dystopia expert, so...
Oh, no, that's not true. There's Wilson.
-He's an encyclopedia. -Yeah. Well, Wilson's just...
-Wilson. -...on a whole other level.
It's ridicul-- I'm pretty sure he's a computer.
(laughs)
Did he make you submit the background check
-before he gave you his address? -He-- Yes. Yes.
"Because it is a weird world and you may be one of the weirdos."
I appreciated... the honesty.
Is it me?
It's you.
Antlerman, bitches!
Come on.
(laughs): Come on, come on.
-Oh, my God. -(chuckles)
I'm-I'm drunk.
-Do you have a girlfriend? -What? No.
No. I...
I've just been waiting to hear what your story was.
For almost a year?
I would have waited two years.
I'm glad you didn't.
OLIVIA: He's the one to go back to.
Anyone who pretends that hard to be that uninterested
is super interested.
Well, what about the "don't sell" girl?
OLIVIA: Always bet on the nerd.
He'll go higher.
WOMAN: (chuckles) They're all nerds.
I'd like to preempt all bidding and leave with this.
Now.
Cool.
Uh, just need your name, contact and bid.
$20,000.
How's that?
(laughs softly)
(indistinct chatter)
IAN: Oh, that's got to be him.
-Should we go? -Yeah.
Let's go say hi.
Becky, Ian.
-S-Samantha. -Where have you guys been?
I mean, uh, hi.
-Hi. -Hey. -Hey. Come sit down.
-Uh, now that they're here... -Yeah. Oh, my God.
Okay, so now that you guys are here-- Sit down.
Um, wait, actually, before we start,
let's just take a second and think about how cool this is.
(laughs)
Okay, truth time? I told them I could get them $6,000.
Can we do that?
You said to bid $500.
$500 is actually m-more than I have.
-Yeah, I can't give more. -$6,000 is, like, a car.
Fuck.
-We need to get Utopia. -WILSON: Mm-hmm.
I mean, what I s--
What I saw today, guys, it's big.
Okay, so basically, we're short $4,000.
We need Grant.
(cheering, laughter)
I-I'm here for Utopia.
Oh, um...
I'm sorry, sweetie. I sold it.
Uh... I just wanted one look at it.
I came all the way from Kansas City.
ETHAN: Hey, Olivia, do we have any more champagne?
The guy's name is Phillip Carson.
He's in the penthouse.
-Maybe he'll let you have a look. -What...
-Good luck. -Oh, wait...
OLIVIA: Just saw the cutest kid.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
-GRANT: Hi. -Oh, hi. Are you an Umi fan?
I hope you have fun.
GRANT: Hi.
Uh, I lost my keycard and I can't find my dad.
Uh-oh. What's your room number?
Uh, the penthouse?
What name is the reservation under?
My dad's name is Phillip Carson.
We're supposed to ask for I.D.
Oh.
Um...
This is all I got.
(keycard swipes, beeps)
-There you go. -Thank you so much.
You're welcome.
What a large number of silly people.
Disturbing.
I find it sort of... wonderful.
-To Utopia! -(Ian shushes)
(whispers): Oh. To Utopia.
(laughs)
So what do you think Grant's deal is?
Don't know. No background check, not staying with me.
-(laughs) -His photo shoot ran late.
-(stifled laugh) -(chuckles): What?
WILSON: Well, hold on, wait. You really believe
that he's a photographer to the stars?
IAN: My bet, Grant's
a middle-aged middle manager-type with a...
wife he doesn't really like
and a life that makes him a little sad.
BECKY: Guys,
-why would he lie, though? -Uh, because people
are never happy with who they really are.
That's not true.
Oh, okay. Uh...
-Sam. -Mm-hmm?
Did you enjoy that Maroon 5 concert you went to last March?
-(laughs) -I-- T-That was for a friend.
-Ah, okay. Ian. -(laughs)
Nice fan fiction, dude.
Sensitive man's take on the zombie apocalypse.
How did you even find that? That was, like, five years ago.
-(laughs) -You know, that's weird
-that you even know that. -(laughs)
WILSON: And Becky.
Uh, you...
You're as nice as you seem.
So far.
-(chuckles) -What about you?
-Wilson Wilson? -Me? I love who I am. I'm rad.
(laughs)
"Rad." (laughs)
Okay. To rad Wilson!
ALL: To rad Wilson.
I'll drink to that.
(laughter, excited chatter)
-Okay, wait, now... -(laughing)
-(knocking on door) -He looks cute.
Uh, hold on.
We're here for Utopia.
It's been sold. Sorry.
(door thuds, creaks)
Who did you sell it to?
Some guy who made an appointment during business hours
and had enough money to buy it.
-What are you doing? -ETHAN: Hey.
(door closes)
Who did you sell it to?
Hey, guys? This is a...
This is a private party.
Uh... a guy. Just, a guy.
Who else has seen Utopia?
Whoa.
-(Olivia exhales) -Who else?
They've all seen it.
This is a complete list?
Well, we-we can, we-we can just get it back.
No worries.
All right.
So I'm going to be giving you a shot.
All of you. Put you out for a bit.
And we will take your money.
-So it's just a robbery? -Mm-hmm.
You'll wake up with a hangover.
A little less than this will give you.
Arms out. I'll be quick.
(laughs nervously)
I can shoot you, or I can knock you out.
I prefer nonviolence.
Arms out.
Come on.
(whimpers)
Just a little pinch.
There.
(crying)
-Please don't. -Give me your arm.
Please.
I'm scared.
It's okay.
Do you really think they'd swab our arms
if they were gonna hurt us?
It's okay.
ROD: Good girl.
Love you.
(whimpers)
(cries)
Let's set the scene.
(beep, lock clicks)
Sweet.
ANCHOR: Now we move to our main story.
A lethal and fast-moving flu that has now shockingly killed
18 children at Daniel Lee Elementary in Moody, Alabama
and infected children at Grace Hawkins Elementary
in Collins, Mississippi.
The children began exhibiting fatigue and high fevers
late Friday afternoon,
-and many were imm... -WOMAN: We believe the future of food...
♪ To make the hood go crazy ♪
♪ On the interstate doing 180 ♪
♪ Huh, she said, "Do it for me, baby" ♪
♪ Took a double shot and then we all went crazy ♪
♪ White girls go crazy ♪
♪ Black girls go crazy ♪
♪ College girls go crazy ♪
♪ This type of shit to make the hood go crazy ♪
♪ This Kan' City, shit's ran gritty, in the summertime ♪
♪ The chicks be damn pretty, born in the projects ♪
♪ Then to the Ville ♪
♪ Then I did a deal with Travis and made mills ♪
♪ This a celebration, got they hands up like whoa ♪
♪ See a bad bitch like, oh ♪
♪ This whole damn city fucking go ♪
-♪ But this is how the hood go crazy in the Mo ♪ -(door beeps)
♪ This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy ♪
♪ On the interstate doing 180 ♪
♪ Huh, she said, "Do it for me, baby" ♪
♪ Took a double shot and then we all went crazy ♪
-WOMAN: You're naughty. -CARSON: Yeah? You like bad boys?
-Tonight I do. (chuckles) -♪ Black girls go crazy ♪
-♪ College girls go crazy ♪ -I've never seen a penthouse.
♪ This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy ♪
What do you do again?
(knocking on door)
Hmm.
♪ Hello, I want to par-ty, you want to par-ty ♪
♪ We need to par-ty, let's have a par-ty, let me get up... ♪
We'd like the Utopia manuscript.
Is this some cosplay shit?
What are you supposed to be?
Captain Asshat?
-(chuckles) -(titters)
(laughs)
(both laughing)
Ah, that's good.
That's good. (chuckles)
(screaming)
(whimpering)
We'd like the Utopia manuscript.
CARSON: Fuck no.
(screams)
It's in the... it's in the fucking bedroom.
It's in the fucking bedroom.
(Carson groaning)
♪ ♪
(inhales sharply)
(exhales) We lost him when he made the doors.
1974 MG.
(exhales)
We'll contain what we can.
I'm sorry.
(whimpering)
He touched that, right there.
And... here.
Call Home.
Hey. It's Rod.
I need mental health screens
-on the following names... -(moans) No, no, no...
(panting)
ROD: "Wilson Wilson,
-"Bill Schiffman... -(Carson groaning)
"Donald Resnick...
(yelling)
(gasping)
Come on, man. No-- come on.
Hey, hey. Hey, man...
-ROD: "Becky Todd. -(whimpering)
Wade Rogers."
Uh, "Josh Chandelier."
No, I don't know, just spell it like it sounds.
("B.L.O.S.S.O.M." by Komeda playing)
♪ ♪
JOSH: Hold on.
ARBY: Josh Chandler?
Here I go by the name StarWeaver...
♪ Go berserk, let it work ♪
♪ Now go, do the right thing ♪
-♪ Go berserk, let it work, now go ♪ -(knocking on door)
♪ Do the right thing... ♪
-ARBY: Donald Resnick? -Yeah.
(knocking on door)
ARBY: David Villareal?
♪ Go berserk, let it work... ♪
-Nikolai Loveikis? -♪ Go, do the right thing ♪
♪ Go berserk, let it work... ♪
-Alex Sherman? -Yeah.
♪ Do the right thing, B-L-O... ♪
Al Arroyo?
-(giggles) -♪ Do the right thing ♪
(knocking on door)
♪ B-L-O... ♪
(knocking on door)
♪ Do the right thing... ♪
(knocking on door)
Wade Rogers?
What?
(knocking on door)
Who is it?
(thuds)
♪ B-L-O-S-S-O-M ♪
♪ Do the right thing... ♪
Oh.
Room 412 has a history of mental illness.
(knocking on door)
-ARBY: Jimmy Raffetto? -Yeah, that's me.
Hmm. Great view.
♪ B-L-O-S-S-O-M... ♪
(music stops abruptly)
That didn't go too badly.
We're missing four who saw it.
We're missing the boy who has it.
We need to erase security footage
from floors two through five, seven, nine and penthouse.
Samantha J., Ian Ackerman,
Becky Todd.
I want to know why Wilson Wilson was so important to her.
And we'll need to go Home
and get some reliable transportation.
Because now... I need my tools.
Should we grab some refreshment before we press on?
I mean, of course it did, it's done by the same artist.
She's not picking up.
But bidding is closed now anyway,
so there's no point in waiting around.
Oh. I can't drink any more beer.
Wilson, did we all pass our background checks?
Can we please go drink where it's cheap?
I mean, it's the least you could do
after making us all look human.
-IAN: Yes. Yes. -Mm-mm.
-Please. Please, can we stay at your place? -Please?
Rad Wilson!
ALL: Rad Wilson!
-Rad Wilson! -Cool.
-Really? -Yeah.
ALL: Yeah!
-To Wilson's house. -So exciting.
♪ ♪
(gasping weakly)
OLIVIA (quietly): Help.
Please h-help.
Where is Utopia?
They gave us shots. (groans)
Where is Utopia?
(quietly): Poison.
(groans)
Where is Utopia?
Why?
("Me and the Devil" by Gil Scott-Heron playing)
Because I'm Jessica Hyde.
♪ ♪
(door opens, closes)
♪ Early this morning ♪
♪ When you knocked upon my door ♪
♪ Early this morning ♪
♪ When you knocked upon ♪
♪ My door ♪
♪ And I say, "Hello, Satan ♪
♪ I believe it's time to go" ♪
♪ Me and the Devil ♪
♪ Walking side by side ♪
♪ Me and the Devil ♪
♪ Walking side by side ♪
♪ And I'm gonna see my woman ♪
♪ Till I get satisfied. ♪
♪ ♪