(liquid streaming)
(sniffles)
We have a funeral to go to.
(toilet flushes)
Different funeral.
(door opens)
(distant horn honking)
Him?
BECKY: Um...
Douches don't gossip.
JESSICA: Her?
She has a brooch.
In my experience,
mature women with brooches are chatty.
Okay.
Why, again, are we paying our respects to Olivia?
JESSICA: She's the last person who's had Utopia.
Since we haven't heard from Grant.
Becky, you and I go in.
Everyone else stays.
Go.
All right.
Cuff yourself to that door.
You don't have to...
-My napkin's soaked through. -Yes.
Can you change it?
Women bleed through napkins all the time.
Do what we do when we aren't prepared.
What's that?
Suck it up and bleed.
Becky's very nice.
I'll kill her if you leave.
-(door opens) -(organ playing somber music)
-(indistinct chatter) -(door closes)
I'm sorry... for your loss.
Oh.
Sorry for your loss.
It's not easy losing a friend.
You think Jessica sees us as people?
Or just appendages,
Eyes, ears...
hands for her use.
(grunting)
No.
Wilson!
Come on, there's got to be a napkin.
Wilson, think!
Becky.
Think. Think.
Please.
(cuff cranks)
You know, she was only at the damn hotel
because she got that damn comic from her grandpa.
Really?
How'd he get it?
Oh, he worked at the asylum for years.
You know, that book was
a gift from a patient?
Art therapy.
Wait, wait, I'm sorry.
A mental patient?
Drew that comic book.
(indistinct chatter)
(leaves ruffling)
-Oh. -Yeah.
Do you know the patient's name?
Oh, I don't know.
So many over the years.
Well, where's the asylum?
Oh... well, River Park.
But... it burnt to the ground several years back.
(whispers): Every last patient dead.
Who doesn't have a napkin in the car?
(shouts)
-Where is Utopia? -I don't know!
-Where is Jessica Hyde? -Shit!
-(screams) -Where's Jessica Hyde?!
-(grunts) -Don't make us
scoop the other.
(whimpering)
Uh, and her grandpa's house?
May I have the address?
Um...
I left some flowers for Olivia at the hotel where she passed.
Oh.
I wanted to leave them where she lived.
Um...
I'm Dutch.
It's our tradition.
Oh.
(chuckling): Well, uh...
how lovely.
(laughs)
You're Dutch?
No. (laughs)
Of course not.
(nearby shouting)
Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck!
(whimpering, shouting)
(grunting)
Oh, please! Oh, fuck!
Be nice!
-IAN: Please, God! -(grunts)
(both shouting)
(grunting)
(whimpering)
(shouts)
(grunting)
He's-he's-he's...
(grunts)
Get in.
(grunting)
Let me in! Please let me in! Please let me...
Oh!
(whimpering)
-(panting) -(door closes)
(engine starts)
(tires squeal)
♪ ♪
(bird caws)
Close the door.
(coughing)
(door creaks)
(winces)
What are we looking for, exactly?
Utopia.
Olivia's grandfather could have another copy.
Or a clue who drew the fucking thing.
Something!
Find me something.
(huffs)
(whispers): Do we run?
Hey, hard truth.
Harvest is after us.
(bell rings, rummaging)
We need her.
Oh, shoot.
-Becky? -WILSON: My bad.
I want to live.
So we run.
No.
I want to find Utopia.
I'm staying.
After what she did?!
She is Jessica Hyde.
She's gonna play by different rules.
I have to accept that.
Even if it means dying?
(laughs) I'm already dying.
I have Diels.
What?
I'm sorry.
That's why you want Utopia so badly.
You think the cure's in there?
H-Have you seen the best... doctors?
-Tried experimental drugs? -Ian!
I'm staying.
You really think the answer--
you, the kindest person I know-- is to align yourself
with that creature who killed your friend?
I am not kind.
I'm willing to overlook Sam's murder
for my own personal interest.
Turns out I'm a selfish bitch
when put to the test.
Yeah, and I'm a fucking coward-- who cares?
Too-too afraid to take any... real risks in life.
Ian...
I am dying.
I'm thus nonviable.
-Please. -Hold up...
Go.
There's no reason for you to stay.
(sniffles)
WILSON: Fuck! Fuck!
I found art from the asylum!
-Yes. -Give.
♪ ♪
(footsteps approaching)
I'm here to stay, okay?
We don't have to be boyfriend and girlfriend,
but you make me want to be brave, so let me.
-Can I see? -Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, look.
Look, this has to be
-the same artist. -Is this...?
WILSON: It looks just like Utopia, right?
Here he is, the artist!
WILSON: He's holding the drawing.
The man behind Utopia.
That's my dad.
Oh...
I remember this.
"All 58 patients accounted for.
No survivors."
IAN: Jessica's dad is dead.
He's not being held hostage by Mr. Rabbit.
He went to a nuthouse, and he died.
WILSON: "The bodies, in most cases, were reduced to ash.
An accelerant of an intensity never before seen."
Whoa!
He got torched.
Empathy.
(whimpering)
(panting)
(high-pitched wailing)
Let's see if Grant wrote back.
(wailing continues)
So... Jessica's the good guy?
She's my favorite.
She's the hero?
Maybe. She got no mom,
and they took her dad.
Finally, the fat lady,
Artemis, taught her how to kill.
Jessica's my girl.
All right... what does this look like to you?
ALICE: I know that building.
It's downtown.
Owls instead of rabbits, but still, damn,
this is very cool.
KIM: Alice, get moving!
Hey, uh, can I use your laptop?
I got to reach some friends.
Okay.
No dirty stuff.
(sirens wailing)
REPORTER: ...everywhere are panicked.
...rapidly spreading to a third state, officials are...
The FBI has raided Christie Labs after
being flooded with phone calls by concerned parents nationwide.
Is Dr. Christie's miracle meat actually murder?
Christie Labs calls the claim a "right-wing conspiracy theory"
and has continued producing Simpro even after the deaths
of 18 children yesterday in St. Louis.
-Stop right there! -FBI! Stand down! Stand down!
Jesus. "Stand down"? Fuck.
They're just doing their jobs.
It's what they do.
Ooh. There's my old buddy Toni Tambler from the FDA.
-This is gonna be bad. -What-what? Why?
-Never had kind words for Toni. -What words?
I called her a bureaucratic, timid little bitch-weasel.
-All right, we play this aggressive. -We pacify.
-THOMAS: No. -CHRISTIE: Toni,
-this is a mistake. -TONI: I agree.
-You gonna help me fix it? -THOMAS: Yeah,
I'd like to see your paperwork for this government overreach.
Thomas...
I am happy to have you test it for the flu.
I want you to test it, for Christ's sake.
Yeah, he just doesn't want to be treated like a criminal.
-Stop it. -TONI: Kevin, you're not being treated
like a criminal, you're being treated like a regular person.
I know that's jarring for The Great Doctor.
Stop the assembly, please.
Wait, wait, whoa, wait, wait!
Wait, wait. Toni?
All we're asking is you allow us
to continue production while you test.
I mean, we're shipping it to 23 different high schools.
Yeah, this government overreach is benching 100 employees.
We're-we're going to provide a sample, a-a reasonable...
-THOMAS: 18 struggling schools. -We need more bags!
-You haven't proven there's anything wrong with it! -Thomas!
Let's stop killing kids, maybe, while we figure it out.
Shut it down.
(alarm buzzes, machines whir)
-All right. -Need a sample bag over here, please.
Are you sure you don't want to go to school with Alice today?
He's gonna say no.
I got to meet some friends.
But you'll come back?
Well, I have to go to work.
And Alice has to go to school.
You're very welcome to stay here, Grant,
as long as you promise we can trust you.
So you can come and go.
Why are you so nice?
What do you want?
Have you heard of Nelson Mandela?
Yeah.
Mandela said, "There is no keener revelation
of a society's soul..."
"...than in the way it treats its children."
KIM: The world is a very ugly place these days, Grant.
We spend so much time saying we care about our children
and so little time actually caring for them.
Okay. Just because someone needs help
doesn't mean they're worth helping.
KIM: Hmm.
There I disagree.
Have a good day.
Come on, sweetie.
"There I disagree."
♪ ♪
(bag zips)
(exhales)
(gasps softly)
You little beauty.
Yes.
Yeah! Fuck yeah!
-Honey! -(car beeps)
Honey? Colleen?
Hey! Baby.
Hey. Hey. It's mine.
-Uh, Ms. Mlynarcyk, can you hold for just a second? -It's mine.
-I ju... Michael! -No. Can... The flu is mine.
-Oh, my God! Michael! -Yeah. Right?
-You did it, that's great news. -(laughs): I know.
I mean, n-not that... You know, everything that's happened,
-that's-that's awful. -Oh, that's tragic. It's awful.
-You did great. -Thank you.
-(laughs) -Oh, my God. Are you proud of me?
I am so unbelievably proud of you. I want you to...
A couple things bother me, though.
I mean, the-the outbreak pattern is so unusual.
I mean, it's almost unbelievable.
For it to make the leap that quickly
from Alabama to Mississippi to St. Louis...
So someone took a plane.
-Okay, first, I need to focus on compiling -No. Michael.
-all of the previous data and putting it in... -Michael. Michael.
-Michael. Three breaths, two words. -What? Yeah.
-Have confidence. Hmm? -(exhales)
(both exhale)
-Talk to Dean Richards. -Have confidence.
-She has connections. -Yeah.
-FDA, CDC... -I mean, hell,
she's even old buddies with Kevin Christie himself.
(both chuckle)
No, I really should go to St. Louis
and just conduct some tests in the field.
-You know, make sure. -Michael, you did it.
Because-- think-- if this mutation in St. Louis
-responds like your flu... -Yeah.
...that means we have the vaccine.
(gasps)
And the vaccine is the cure.
(chuckles)
You are gonna go see the dean and then we...
are gonna drink loads... of champagne.
(both laughing)
REPORTER: I'm here in St. Louis,
where the National Guard and CDC are working desperately
to try and contain this deadly flu.
The FBI and FDA raided Christie Labs
in connection with the production of Simpro,
or simple protein.
Parents have a right to see their own kids!
-They can't keep 'em from us, all right? -(cheering)
Jesus Christ. I can't even help.
-They want me to watch. -(phone beeps)
ASSISTANT: Dean Richards for you, Doc.
Patty.
What?
Yeah, send him over right now.
We found the flu!
-Fuck. -Well done.
-THOMAS: Come on! -(clapping)
(panting)
-(keys clacking) -I should really e-mail my family.
No. Not safe.
-Yeah, uh, definitely not safe. -Yeah, no, I don't think
-it's a good idea. -Come on, Grant.
Come on, Grant.
Holy shit.
"Check out Mr. Rabbit's hideout.
"It's hot. No lie.
"Meet there at 8:00 p.m.
for it."
Grant has Utopia.
IAN: 12 exclamation points?
He is a kid.
He's just a very smart kid.
WILSON: Yeah, smart enough to use code words, but...
what does he mean by...
(cabinet door thumps open)
(muttering): Help me. Help me...
(exhales)
(whispers): Burn. Burn, yes...
Stay. And then...
You stayed.
My dad isn't dead.
Did the pipes whisper that?
What day is it?
Um, Tuesday the 14th.
(whispering): "Monday's child is fair of face,
"Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe..."
She's unhinged.
Do we really want her to lead us?
BECKY: I suggest we go easy.
She just found out the map to her world was drawn
by an insane person,
and that insane person is her dad.
Okay. I'm going to find Artemis.
Who the hell is Artemis?
Um, goddess of the hunt, protector of children.
The woman who saved Jessica Hyde.
Right. But in real life, who the hell is Artemis?
The only person in this world that I trust.
She'll know what really happened to my dad.
Becky, you're okay.
-Come with me. -No.
I'll go.
(exhales)
Like competitive Risk.
Jesus.
Fine.
If you leave, I'll shoot Ian.
Stack him like cordwood.
Shove my knife down his throat.
(door opens)
Come back, okay?
(indistinct chatter)
-Patty! -(chuckles)
Kevin.
-Good to see you, sweetheart. -Mm-hmm.
And this must be Dr. Michael Stearns.
Dr. Christie, I have been a big fan of yours for ages.
-Thank you. Thank you so much. -Truly. It's such an honor, sir.
No, no, you stole my line.
I want to thank you for your work on this.
You found the flu.
And it wasn't in Simpro.
I think of the past 36 hours, all the time we wasted.
We might've lost the next Kevin Christie, for all we know.
Honestly, it's the next Dr. Michael Stearns
we can't afford to lose.
That's why I think it's so crucial, so important,
that we have the world's foremost--
hell, the only-- expert
on this flu on board for production.
(scoffs)
-Production? -Yeah.
We're gonna need an Emergency Use Authorization
for the nervous suits at the FDA.
I know how they think.
They want to put an honest face on this.
Well, what's more honest
than the guy who discovered the flu,
then cured it?
I couldn't agree more.
(stammers) But we don't even know that-that my vaccine...
I'm sorry. I'm just so excited.
I can't wait to tell the world we have the flu.
We have a vaccine, and we can cure our kids.
My original vaccine was only approved for limited use
for the Peruvian military.
CHRISTIE: Yeah, I know that, Mike.
Christie Labs owns the vaccine.
I've reviewed your original study.
So then you know it's a therapeutic vaccine.
It's treatment and prevention in one.
Those are two very serious jumper cables
that we're hooking up to children's immune systems.
I mean, the risk of complications is...
(exhales) ...staggering.
Children dying by the hour.
If you ask the parents of any of those dying kids
whether they'd take the outside risk
-of a sick kid over a dead one... -It's...
I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend anybody here,
but let's just cut the bullshit, okay?
Is this about credit?
No, this has nothing to do with that.
Because you haven't gotten the recognition you deserve.
-Michael. -I... Okay. I just think that...
given what happened to you...
I would think that you'd be feeling...
extremely cautious.
Hmm.
Cautious.
(chuckles softly) No.
No, I don't feel that way at all.
I feel...
I feel desperate.
I feel responsible for this.
I antagonized the FDA.
They came at me, and that wasted time,
which means I wasted lives, Mike.
Kids' lives.
I...
...can't.
I can't sign off on the EUA.
-PATTY: Michael. Michael. -Wow.
I feel like the guy I need right now to be the face
of this vaccine, our savior, no less...
If you could just let me run another round of tests...
...a fellow scientist, is refusing to help sick kids
'cause there might be risks...
Not insignificant risks.
-...to his reputation. -W...
This has nothing to do with my reputation!
I'm sorry. That was rude.
No. No, it's okay.
I apologize.
We'll get the EUA either way.
-What? No. -I want to thank you for your vigilance with this,
and, I guarantee you,
we are doing the right thing here.
Patty, I'll be in touch.
-Mike, I wish you the best. -(doors open)
♪ ♪
The meeting was a total disaster.
What? Why?
The dean took me to Christie Labs
to meet Kevin fucking Christie.
But-but that's amazing.
He ran roughshod over me.
Totally discounted me.
Discounted all protocol.
Do you really care about protocol
if it saves hundreds of children?
(scoffs) Everyone agrees
that I am the expert on this flu.
And the only thing that this expert was asking for
was a chance to make sure that this vaccine was safe.
Well, just let them move ahead, Michael.
-Christie knows what he's doing. -No. No!
I spent eight years in the basement.
I am not going back there!
Uh-uh. I...
am gonna be a part of this.
Michael, you are acting crazy.
That was a low blow.
I know. I-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. You are right.
You are playing a crucial role.
-I'm going to St. Louis. -I just...
I just still think that you're overreacting.
They all think that I'm some mushroomy underground lab nerd?
You know what? Fuck them!
I'm going right into the middle of the hot zone.
Michael, calm down!
I know, I know. Three breaths, two words.
"Be confident."
(grunts softly)
-BECKY: Wilson! -Mm.
I can't figure out Grant's puzzle by myself.
(footsteps approaching)
Coming.
Becky, can I say something to you?
I think so.
We've spent a year
talking about the Utopia conspiracy.
Now we're in the Utopia conspiracy.
It's kind of cool.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Yellow vesper bats.
(crying): Sam.
Yeah.
Sam.
Dang it.
Wilson, do you like the drapes in the living room?
Should we cover her all the way?
BECKY: She's too pretty.
Should we say some words?
Yeah. (sniffles)
Sam,
you were the smartest of us all.
The bravest.
You got us here, and that got you killed.
(crying): But you were the most alive
when you were alive.
(clearing throat)
Sorry. Got a t... Uh...
So, where are we going?
It's Tuesday the 14th.
Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
"Grace" starts
with a "G." 14.
Wanderland.
All right. (grunts)
So, Artemis is...
What's the deal there?
When I was, like, 12, I think,
my dad and I were finally broken out of where we were kept.
Home.
Home. That's...
That's real, too. Okay.
She saved us.
She trained me like a soldier.
You can barely use a phone.
Survival was more important than texting.
BECKY: "Check out Mr. Rabbit's hideout."
One hour till we're supposed to meet Grant.
(exhales)
All right, all right, all right, all right.
Goddamn it, Porsche Boy.
Where do rabbits hide?
Where's it at? Where's it at? Where's it at?
Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits.
Rabbit!
Rabbits. Rabbits.
Group of rabbits is called a colony.
Is there an old colonial Chicago?
Also a kindle.
So, fire? Firehouse?
Also a fluffle.
(laughing) Oh, come on.
An adorable, little fluffle.
-Aw. -(chuckling)
BECKY: It's hot.
Fire. Fire!
WILSON: Wait, I...
I-I've seen that building.
-Where? -Was I there?
I don't know. Uh, read me his clue again?
"Check out Mr. Rabbit's hideout. It's hot. No lie.
-Meet..." -See, I keep coming back to "lie."
Who doesn't lie? Famously.
And keep in mind we need to think...
-Think like a kid. -Right.
-(gasps) George Washington! -George Washington!
Okay. Fire. Washington. Rabbits.
Hmm? (chuckles softly)
No, I lost it.
-Mm. -(sighs)
Wilson, will you get me more coffee?
I need caffeine.
(scoffs)
Sure.
The guy with one eye fetches the coffee.
Thank you.
WILSON: I'm fucking brilliant.
"Check out."
Where would a kid check something out?
-A library? -Yes.
Harold Washington Library
in Chicago.
Let's go. Come on.
We got a... (grunts)
An hour for a 90-minute drive.
Driving what?
(exclaiming)
Jackpot.
Let's check the barn.
-You never know. Let's go. -(laughs)
("Big" by Fontaines D.C. playing)
♪ Dublin in the rain is mine ♪
♪ A pregnant city... ♪
WILSON: Let's go find Utopia!
♪ All mescalined when the past is stale, pale ♪
♪ Dublin in the rain is mine... ♪
(Wilson whoops)
♪ Slick little boy with a mind of Ritz ♪
♪ Pulling that thread for the next big fix ♪
♪ This ♪
♪ My childhood was small, my childhood was small ♪
♪ But I'm gonna be big... ♪
(grunting)
IAN: Dad was always with you?
Working on mad scientist shit?
We watched a lot of TV.
Oh, good.
Full House marathons. It's all coming together.
-Sam would be so happy for her sacrifice. -Stand near me.
-I have to take a piss. -Then piss near me.
That's not a workable scenario.
I said
-stay near me. -You killed my friend!
Wilson is a conspiracy nut.
And-and Becky's on a mission, and I'm here for her,
but bitch, I am not yours.
So I'm going to take my dick out in private,
because I'm fucking sick of your guns and your stories
and your fucking "Tuesday's child
has far to go" shitty rhyming,
lying, murdering...
(grunts)
I'm talking to this guy, and, uh...
BECKY: Why are we not moving? This is insane.
WILSON: I-I don't understand traffic.
Like, logically, I don't understand traffic.
BECKY: Go. Go. Yes, go. Ooh!
-(gasps) -(horn honks)
-Oh, you want to sit and honk? -Sorry.
-Here's some sit and honk for you. -No, Wilson, Wilson!
-Stop. -(horns honking) -MAN: What are you doing?
-WOMAN: What the fuck? -MAN: Jesus Christ!
-You almost caused an accident! -WILSON: Honking's
gonna make us go faster, dude.
-I'm gonna meet you there. -What?
-Here, take the wheel. -What do you... (grunts)
-Take that. -I-I can't. I don't...
Becky, hey.
I'm visually impaired!
Sorry!
Hey, buddy.
You lost?
Hey.
I'm waiting on some friends.
You've been out here a long time, you know.
Where's your mom?
I'm fine.
Come on. We'll talk.
-Hey. Hey! -(grunts)
What's in the backpack?
None of your business.
Really?
You're under 14.
It's illegal for you to be left alone.
Come on. Come on.
Take that off. Look like a hoodlum.
Seem awfully nervous.
You okay?
BECKY: Grant!
-Mom! -Oh, thank you, Officer.
I was worried sick.
Don't ever run off like that again.
I-I told you. Thank you! Have a good night!
Hi.
Porsche get a flat, there, buddy?
-(screams) -Artemis, stop.
(exhales)
Artemis? Artemis.
Jessica.
(laughing)
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
G-14. Wanderland.
(laughs)
Every night, I hoped.
I got a lead, finally.
About my dad.
You do?
The Harvest faked his death.
-They burnt down an entire asy... -Asylum.
You knew?
You should've told me.
Probably.
He was there.
We just have to figure out where we got to go next.
There's nowhere to go.
He's dead.
That's what the Harvest wants us to think.
To get me to stop looking.
Your father
created many viruses to save you
when you were Home.
And then he created a virus so very,
very bad,
so powerful, it destroyed him.
You remember how he was.
He cracked.
He was a wonderful father.
He loved me.
(chuckles): He watched TV with you.
I'm the one who taught you how to fight
while he ranted about death
and cried in his sleep.
Finally, he snapped,
and I put him in an asylum
for your safety.
You took him from me?
To protect you, dear heart.
-To protect you. -You lied to me.
When Dystopia surfaced,
I knew it was your dad.
It couldn't have been anyone but him.
And if I knew it was him,
Mr. Rabbit did, too.
You knew he was in danger.
I knew he was dangerous.
I let Mr. Rabbit kill him.
I wanted his brain gone.
(grunts)
(panting rapidly)
That's my girl.
(Artemis chuckles)
We walk.
Go.
REPORTER (over radio): The CDC is implementing
its pandemic preparedness and response plans,
working on multiple fronts
including providing special guidance
on measures to prepare communities.
This is a rapidly evolving...
(loud, distant shouting and chatter)
(siren toots)
(siren chirps)
(loud, overlapping shouting)
MAN (over loudspeaker): This is a quarantined area.
Authorized personnel only.
Anyone crossing the perimeter is subject to arrest.
(loud, overlapping shouting)
Look, look, look, my family is in there.
Look, I sympathize, but no one goes in.
Look, I don't care if I get sick! I'll sign a waiver.
I said no one goes in.
Uh, coming through.
Excuse me. I got to get through.
I got to get through.
Uh, excuse me.
Dr. Michael Stearns, virology, Chicago City College.
No one gets in without personal approval from Dr. Dearborn, CDC.
Uh, she's the one who asked me to come herself.
I'm the foremost expert on this virus, and, uh...
-Your name's not on the list. -WOMAN: So, now you can
shut down an entire neighborhood without warning.
All right, then, go ahead and call her.
It's your job, but, uh, if you want to call the head of the CDC
in the middle of the most fatal flu epidemic
in American history and pester her with paperwork
while children die, well, be my guest.
Great. I'll do just that.
PFC Ruskin for Dr. Dearborn, please.
No problem. I'll hold. Just tell her it's Betsy at the hot zone.
Be just a minute, Doc...
(grunting)
You killed my dad!
ARTEMIS: Not me.
(Artemis groans)
Mr. Rabbit.
(grunts) Oh, shit.
-Where is Mr. Rabbit? -(gun chamber clicks)
Home.
Where is Home?
Uh... (sniffles)
Not where it used to be.
(sighs)
And how do I find it?
(Artemis sighs)
Utopia.
(Artemis coughing)
(Jessica sniffles)
Mmm.
(glass breaks)
You broke easy.
(Artemis sighs)
What can I say?
(sighs)
I think I'm done.
(sighs)
I'm tired of this world.
I can't keep running.
They're gonna find me soon enough.
And what then?
Like you said...
...I broke easy.
That's dangerous to me.
I know.
It's fine.
You seem ready.
I love you, dear heart.
(exhaling, crying quietly)
I-I might struggle when we begin.
It's just...
(sniffles) ...old reflexes, hmm?
It's fine.
(Artemis gasps, coughs)
(groans)
Jessica, no. Jess.
(groaning)
Don't!
(Artemis yells)
(grunting)
(yells)
(Artemis yelling)
(guttural grunting)
(Jessica whimpers)
(grunting)
No.
(grunting)
(guttural gasping)
(grunting)
(soft gasping for air)
Jessica. Jessica.
When you find Home...
(panting)
...burn it to the fucking ground.
(scarf creaking)
(short, guttural grunts)
-(crunches) -(Jessica gasps)
(panting)
Oh.
(Jessica sniffles)
♪ ♪
What the fuck are you doing?
Tattoos.
Of what?
Don't know.
It's code.
Seven, seven, three, one,
five, three, seven, oh,
seven, one.
(footsteps approaching)
(Laura sighs)
I know what you're brooding on.
Listen to me.
There was nothing you could do
about those kids.
(keyboard keys clacking)
(man sniffles)
(keyboard keys clacking)
(tapping on window)
(tap on window)
Shh.
Come in, come in.
(door slides shut)
Things haven't been going as well for you as they usually do.
I was sorry about Rod.
(Arby sighs)
Where is Utopia?
Who is the boy?
ARBY: Little ones are unpredictable.
No credit cards, no bank accounts, no jobs.
I'll find him.
Something else.
From Utopia.
(quietly): If the wrong people see this...
It would be... bad?
Oh, we really need Utopia, Arby.
Something else.
(papers rustling)
Is that... Jessica Hyde?
Feels like her.
We're running out of time, Arby.
Can you get me Utopia?
And Jessica Hyde?
I need her, too.
I have faith in you, Arby.
What have you done to earn your place in this crowded world?
Five in the seller's room, two in the buyer's room,
12 who saw Utopia, one security guard,
five in a gas leak makes...
twenty-five.
So far.
25 and one eye.
We all have our reasons for being in this world.
We all have our purpose.
This is yours.
I'm really proud.
(Arby laughs)
Okay.
I know it's hard on you.
No.
It's not.
("Less Sex" by Daughters begins)
♪ I let it into my home ♪
♪ Led a long way down ♪
♪ I let it in from the cold ♪
♪ Led a long way down ♪
-♪ I let it into control ♪ -♪ Led a long way down ♪
♪ I gave it complete control ♪
♪ Led a long way down ♪
♪ I gave it complete control ♪
♪ Led a long way down ♪
♪ I gave it complete control ♪
♪ Led a long way down ♪
♪ I gave it complete control... ♪