He's alive! He's alive! Oh, fuck!
-Where's Sarkov?
Where is he, you monsters?!
Abbi. Abbi. Abbi.
That guy just came back from the dead.
It sure looked that way.
Dr. Burke! You need to check Tilda's neck!
Tilda, can you breathe?
-Great.
This isn't possible.
Well, now we know what his side effect is. Was. Is.
Dr. Sarkov wanted all this, but not resurrection?
No, Alex always considered resurrection to be gauche.
He's not wrong. Most of the scientists
actively researching resurrection and immortality tend to have issues.
How many scientists are trying to unlock the key to immortality?
More than you'd think.
Well, what about us?! Are we immortal?
You really wanna find out?
I'm good.
Look. His heart.
No, no, no! We need to stop this!
-No! No! -Decapitation worked in Highlander!
This isn't Highlander! We don't know if decapitation will have any effect.
Look at the guy!
We need to draw blood and run tests to see what we're dealing with--
Mission accomplished.
-It's nice of Tilda to help out. -Her throat hurts.
She could've said something before she cut off his head.
-It's like she thinks she's in charge. -Really? That's your focus?
-Amongst other things. -She solved the problem.
Are you always going to take her side just because you have a crush on her?
-I don't have a crush on her. -Right.
I'm not taking her side. And I've got a girlfriend.
Okay.
Well...
goodbye, um...
dead guy.
We're sorry we never learned your name.
Or that we never had a civilized conversation.
We would have asked you things like, "Why are you at Sarkov's office?
Do you know where Sarkov is? Why did you try to attack us?"
But we didn't.
We weren't your enemy. Maybe we could have even helped you out.
So we are very sorry that we killed you.
Twice.
Technically three times.
You at the clinic, me at the lab, Tilda also in the lab.
-Oh! But they were all in self-defense. -Yeah. Yeah, that's right.
-It was all self-defense. -Yeah. Exactly.
Okay.
Hey.
Looks like an old camera.
Dead guy was following us.
Creep-and-Peep was working for Sarkov. It's his camera.
Actually that's my camera. I wondered where that went.
That's the night you won the Gregor.
That's the Oscar for genetics.
Holy shit, it's Hannah Montana.
Wouldn't that make it like the Grammy of genetics?
Not that Hannah Montana. The one from the wellness programs.
Really annoying girl in the waiting room.
Sang the chorus to "Ordinary Girl" all the time.
What if Sarkov stopped her pills?
Who knows what the stem cells have done to her.
Probably developed some sort of scowling syndrome.
We need to find her.
Does anyone remember her real name?
'Cause I don't.
"Heard H.M. complaining to Dr. Burke about severe joint pain."
H.M. It couldn't be.
Abbi!
Hey, stranger. Finally learned how to use a phone?
Hey, Dad. Remember when I was diagnosed with AGDS
and I received that experimental treatment?
I'd love to talk, but I'vegot to get your sister to the stables.
Dressage practice.
You rag on me for never calling,
then blow me off to take your replacement kid to horse-prancing class?
Good to know where I stand.
Dressage is an Olympic sport.
So is trampoline-jumping. Send money!
Don't worry. I'm not staying.
Why discuss your problem when you can storm off in a pious rage?
What's to discuss? You made the call. I'm out, Rose is in.
Start by telling me what's wrong instead of shutting me out.
You want to hear how I can't sing a note without shattering glass?
If you're gonna joke, I got better shit to do.
Or how I heard you kicking me out of my own band a block away?
Who even told you about Rose?
It's fucking Simon. I told him I'd tell you.
I heard you discussing it!
"Rose, that was great.
Yeah, yeah, really fucking strong.
You're gonna save us from having to audition for a new lead singer."
You have a bug in here?
I've got hyperacusis, dumbass.
It's like super-hearing. But really annoying.
Great. Back to jokes.
Those pills I took... when I ran out, this happened.
My hearing is crazy sensitive, and it's getting stronger.
You're making this shit up.
No, I'm not making this shit up.
Yes.
Your rock-hard abs are very distracting.
Holy shit.
Jerk.
Just let me be mad at you.
If it's the pills, then just get a refill.
They won't work anymore.
The guy who did this to me has fucked off.
We're trying to find him, we don't know where to start.
Then-- So, what choice do we have?
Include me in the conversation. Pretend it's a hard decision.
It is a hard decision.
Come on. And it's only temporary. We all agreed to that.
And if it isn't temporary, then what?
I don't know.
-Where are you going? -To get this fixed.
Come on.
Who's Hannah?
Hannah. She's a nobody.
Just one of the other patients from the wellness program.
Is that who you were with yesterday?
No, I haven't seen her in years.
I bumped into guys from the program when I was going for my meds.
And we were talking about Hannah but we couldn't remember her name.
That's why you didn't come home until this morning?
We thought about going for some beers.
And I should have called, and I apologize.
Apology accepted.
Wellness program, wellness program.
Come on, come on.
Great.
Hello?
Is anyone here?
Abbi, is that you?
Dr. Burke! Are you all right?
Yeah. I just-- I had a nightmare.
Sounded like a real bad one.
I just started this new medication.
For allergies.
The side effect seems to be recurring nightmares.
-Trade you. -In this one, my skull was bashed in.
My offer still stands.
Any luck with that patient list?
Weird. I thought I dreamt that.
The box?
You might wanna add sleepwalking to that list of side effects.
Along with wishful thinking.
-In my dream, the list was here.
Any luck?
I need to take my medication.
Maybe you shouldn't.
Not an option.
Okay, what's her problem?
She's having a deleterious reaction to a new drug protocol.
-Layman's. -She's having nightmares.
Trade you!
I'd be contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
I'm legal in Mexico.
Close enough.
So all we have right now is a first name.
-Maybe. -Her name is definitely Hannah.
A first name doesn't get me fixed, doesn't stop my own band from firing me.
All things considered, we're doing well.
Careful with that spray, Abbi.
This wine is... red.
No, Tilda's right. We've got nothing.
We need to find Sarkov, like fast.
I'm just tired of lying to my girlfriend.
-She's starting to get suspicious. -We'll find Hannah.
-And Sarkov. -And Sarkov.
-I'm sure. -Look at that.
Abbi's glass is half full. Meanwhile, my glass is half empty.
We could ask dead guy where Hannah is. We need a Ouija board.
Actually, we don't.
Well, I can honestly say this is not what I expected to be doing.
I've seen enough horror movies to know
that bringing back someone from the dead is a bad idea.
Like, "machete through your chest" level bad idea.
Come on, be positive.
All right. I'm positive this is a bad idea.
Next time try to have your bad idea before we bury the body.
There isn't gonna be a next time.
You guys sure about this? Resurrection tends to get a little messy.
In the movies I've seen.
See? Dr. Burke agrees with me.
-What--? This was your idea. -No. It was my joke.
-It was your idea. -Unless anyone has a better idea?
Then we resurrect... dead guy.
How do you even know this will work?
His chest wound continued to heal postmortem.
So I think that the odds are 50-50.
A sign his synthetic stem cells are still active. May I?
-What's in the box? -Please, stop!
Oh, my God.
-Amazing.
You can feel the pull. Almost magnetic.
Never gonna unhear that.
Okay. Objectively speaking, this is cool.
It's not the word I'd use.
-You wanna get that? -No, I'm good.
-How long is this gonna take? -A while.
His entire head has to reattach.
-What do we do in the meantime? -I'm gonna get a pizza.
-Hey! -Hey.
Can't sleep?
You're kidding, right? How can anyone sleep with all this noise?
Yeah.
I see the problem.
To you, this place is a tomb.
But I get everyone's stomach noises, secret farts, muttering.
Like Burke, who's pissed at us for having this conversation.
Please be quiet. Some of us are trying to sleep.
The worst sound of all is the incessant healing noise from dead guy's neck.
Like a clogged toilet in hell.
You still think this is a bad idea?
I think I want to find Sarkov.
And get fixed.
-You? -Guy tried to kill me.
In all honesty, I wouldn't mind if he stayed dead.
-Even if it meant never getting better? -What do you gotta worry about?
All you do is chain yourself to a radiator.
You can get on with your life.
Not sure how Darcy will react to that.
If nothing else, at least you'd know for sure if it's true love...
even if erased.
Like you and PJ?
Tell me about Darcy. What's she like?
Oh, she's just great.
We met at the first year of school.
She's a-- She's a painter.
Not what I asked.
She had some bad relationships before.
And she can be a little bit skittish.
And all my lying, even though I'm trying to protect her, it doesn't help.
Maybe you should tell her the truth.
Did you tell PJ the truth?
I'm probably not the best person to give relationship advice.
I think he's back.
I guess someone should go talk to him.
-Abbi! -Abbi!
-The pain! Please! Please! -Okay, okay, okay.
-Okay. Okay. Okay. -Please!
Dr. Burke said I could give you this. Is it better?
A bit.
It feels like my head got cut off. What happened to me?
Um, we weren't properly introduced before.
I'm Abbi. And you are?
Where's Sarkov?
-What have you done with him? -We--
We don't know where he is.
Of course he bailed.
-God! Fuck! -With your help, hopefully we'll find him.
Help you? You buried me alive.
You were dead.
Whatever Sarkov did to me stops me from dying.
Really dying.
Somehow I can still feel the cold. I could smell the wet earth. And the--
The cardboard.
How did you and Sarkov even cross paths?
Saw his ad at the gym.
It claimed he was testing a new muscle-enhancer.
Looked legit. He was paying cash.
It worked for a while. I was stronger, faster.
I'd cut myself shaving, it'd heal instantly.
Yeah, that sounds perfect.
The wound healed. But the sting of the cut remained.
I told Sarkov about it.
That's when he started... experimenting.
I see.
Why did you keep going back?
I didn't have a choice.
I needed him to fix me.
Why are you looking for him?
He experimented on me when I was younger.
And I need him to fix me now.
Good luck with that.
You don't know where he is, do you?
I was hoping you did.
What about that barista girl? Hannah something?
What did Dr. Sarkov want with her?
You want something.
I want something.
That sounds fair.
I want you to kill me.
And do it properly this time. If you promise me that...
I'll tell you what I know.
You could help us find him.
I'm in constant pain.
I just want it to be over.
Yeah. Let me talk to the others.
One other thing!
-He wants it to be painless. -Painless obliteration?
I'll think of something.
The world has enough monsters already.
You guys realize we're talking about killing a man? Again.
-In exchange, we get what we want. -Maybe.
Got any other ideas?
It's hard to call it self-defense this time.
Think of it as assisted suicide. It's legal in Washington State.
This is how you don't kill your girlfriend.
At Sarkov's clinic, there's a lab in the back.
He's got a laptop withallyourinformation on it.
Everything you need is there.
No! We don't want to draw any attention. We're not supposed to be here.
After everything we've done, we should draw the line at trespassing?
-Wanna talk about it? -Talk about what?
-The reason you've ignored every text. -It hasn't been every text.
Okay.
One of my closest friends...
probably my closest, he was exposed to my pheromones.
Seeing him overwhelmed like that,
I don't know if I could look at him the same way.
I'm sorry that happened to you.
Yeah, so am I.
That's not a laptop.
Yeah. No, that thing's a relic.
It's gonna take a minute.
How's your neck?
It hurts 'cause of you.
What would you do if you woke up on a table,
and discovered people poking around inside your belly?
I wouldn't try to kill some innocent bystander.
You attacked me with a table.
You attacked us first. We're not the bad guys here.
Right. The good guys always cut people open while they're unconscious.
Who does that? Just brings people back to their house and cuts them open?
Scientists.
Fucking scientists.
Chains too tight?
It hurts.
Everywhere. All the time.
Thanks to Sarkov.
Yeah.
I've got hyperacusis because of him.
If you sneezed right now, it'd feel like rocks slamming into the sides of my skull
while needles jab my eardrums.
Even with these on.
That fucking guy made all these promises.
He turned me into some undead freak.
That's why we're trying to find him, so we can make him fix us.
Count your fingers after you shake his hand.
I'm Tilda, by the way.
Yeah, I know.
I was stalking you, remember?
Doug.
You better not break my hand.
You better kill me.
Okay.
Oh, great. Now I'm sleep-medicating.
-Syd, what happened? -What? Nothing, I had a nightmare.
-I'm fine. -Must have been one hell of a nightmare.
I dreamt I took some medication I wasn't supposed to.
Yeah, that's scary.
If you don't mind, I'm busy.
What--? How are you gonna take care of Doug?
-You mean dead guy? -Yes, him.
I will euthanize him with a massive dose of pentobarbital.
He'll become unconscious, his heart and brain functions will cease.
He'll feel like he's falling asleep.
That's good. It sounds nice.
Then we'll dismember his body and dissolve it in acid.
Acid?
Destruction at a cellular level requires acid.
-Horrific. -It's more effective than decapitation.
I cut his head off before I knew him.
Look, he still feels stuff after he's dead.
I'm pretty sure he won't.
Oh. Okay, and "We're getting 80% of the door."
You sound like a bar manager,
promises the band a huge cut of the door, and you don't even give them 20%.
What happened to "The world has enough monsters"?
What happened to keeping our promises?
-Is that something we discussed? -Is it something we have to?
Look, Tilda, if you have a better idea, I am all ears.
No offense.
-Finally. -Look for "wellness program."
Yes.
-Nothing. -Try searching your name.
-No. -Try Tilda's.
-Um... -Your name.
There has to be something. A lot of people misspell my name with a Y.
-I'm sorry, but there's nothing here.
Just forget it. Let's go. Turn it off.
All right. We had a... deal.
-Tilda, where is he? -Volume.
Tilda? Are you okay?
-I'm fine. -Did he hurt you?
I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Juan.
Where is he, Tilda?
I let Doug go.
Who is Doug?
-Dead guy. -What? Why would you do that?
-Because acid isn't painless. -Nobody said it was.
Then why is that Burke's plan for giving Doug a real death?
A real death for Doug means total cellular destruction.
That means acid!
Wow, you sound just like Burke, literally.
You're an idiot!
What's her deal?
He lied about Sarkov's lab. There was nothing there.
Juan? Just let him go.
-Please. He can't help us. -We don't know about that.
I do.
Trust me, Juan. I do.
Oh, my God. There he is. Doug! No!
-You promised me a painless death. -I know.
I know, sorry. But we don't always get what we want.
Hey! Hey!
-At least tell us how to find Sarkov. -I did tell you.
There was nothing in the lab.
Then I can't help you.
And you won't help me.
But-- But-- But-- Wait, wait, wait. Is this about a death in acid?
At least it's on my terms.
This better be another nightmare.
It's a nightmare, all right.
At least it's over.
No, it's not.
Not by a long shot.
There are buckets in the shed. Go get as many as you can.
Okay.
He's in a better place now.
He's in my septic system.
I meant that metaphorically.
We treated him like he was the monster, but we're the monsters. I'm done.
Hey.
So you face one setback, you give up?
Doug's dead. Hannah's in the wind. Sarkov's the biggest question mark.
-Now's the perfect time to give up. -Tilda's right.
No. She's not.
What Alex did to you was unconscionable, but it's not irreversible.
-You believe that? -I have to believe that.
And how are we supposed to find him? The guy literally disappeared.
Don't give him that kind of power. He is not a magical wizard.
But he is one of the smartest people on earth.
Right. But still a person.
And people can be found.
So resurrecting Doug didn't turn out the way that you wanted.
If this were a science experiment,
would you abandon your theory or try again?
I'd try again.
I'm not a scientist.
If it were a drawing you weren't happy with?
I'd start over.
I'd get mad and wreck something.
And then?
Fine. Yeah, I'd start again. Whatever.
So, what's the next move?
Doug said everything we needed was in Sarkov's lab.
No, we searched the lab.
You searched it. I didn't.
Let's go.
You don't all have to go.
One of you could help me clean up Doug.
You guys, I wanna apologize.
I was so laser-focused on finding Sarkov,
that I didn't stop to consider what I was doing to Doug, to all of us.
It's all good.
This whole "transforming into a monster" thing,
killing raccoons, dogs, people,
I'm not even sure I'm thinking straight half the time.
-How many dogs have you killed? -And-- And raccoons. And people.
Yeah. But dogs.
Guys. Shut up.
You realize I'm trying to apologize to you?
Apology accepted.
Now, shh.
There is equipment running behind that cabinet.
Like, a lot of equipment.
Did we find a secret door?
Hidden behind a cabinet so it's more a poorly placed door.
No, it's still a door Juan I didn't find. Nice work.
Let's go.
Who the fuck is the cage for?
-That looks like blood. -I found it.
I found a thing.
"Gregor Mendel."
-The father of modern genetics. -So predictable.
I give you the wellness program test subjects of 2015.
"Hannah Moore"?
You are weirding the customers out with your air freshener.
So cut it out or leave.
Hannah.
It's me, Abbi. From the wellness program.
-Abbi. Oh, my God. -Hi.
-Stop it or leave. -Of course.
It's actually kind of why I'm here. Do you got a minute?
-A minute. -How are you doing?
Still dying. Thanks for asking.
Oh.
I'm sorry to hear that.
It slowed down, thanks to my new doctors.
Your minute's almost up.
Um, do you remember Dr. Sarkov?
What about him?
You know those pills he sends us?
I never took any pills.
My immune system rejected the stem cells.
Or, as Dr. Sarkov so eloquently put it, I was a failure.
His bedside manner did leave a lot to be desired.
You're here about the pills. I didn't take any pills, so we done?
Um, one other thing.
You got another minute.
Dr. Sarkov enlisted another one of his test subjects to follow us.
Us?
You, me, Juan Ruiz, and Tilda Weber.
Why me?
I don't know.
But what I do know is that after seven years,
he stopped sending us our medications, and we all had adverse reactions.
I could give you the full explanation, but given my time limit...
-Tilda's a banshee. -I could've told you that.
Juan's a Chupacabra.
And I'm a succubus.
-A succubus. -Mm-hm.
-How's that working out for you? -Pretty terrible, actually.
Which is why we need Dr. Sarkov to fix us.
So ask him.
We can't find him.
We were wondering if maybe you've talked to him?
He called me the other day. Asked me to come by for a blood sample.
-He did? What did you tell him? -To go to hell.
Would you be willing to tell him that you've changed your mind?
And then what?
You're standing by, ready to pounce on him?
Probably not pounce.
Okay.
What happens after you probably don't pounce?
We get him to fix us.
That's it?
I'm confused. What else would there be?
I have to get back to work.
Can I get the number he called you from?
He blocked it.
Look, it was actually nice to see you.
Say hi to Juan and tell Tilda to go fuck herself.
And then she said say hi to Juan and Tilda.
Weird. She usually told me to go fuck myself.
I think I remember Hannah now.
Twenty-five rounds of injections, but the stem cells never took.
Ouch. No wonder she hates him.
-Why would Sarkov want her blood? -Her immune system beat the synthetics.
If he can figure out why and counter it,
he can improve the strength of the stem cells.
Everything he's doing right now, taking us off our meds,
going after Hannah, it's all to build a better monster?
You're not monsters.
I'm talking about your synthetic stem cells.
-They're not monsters either. -Can you bring up that list again, Juan?
Yeah, sure.
Okay. If he's collecting blood samples from test subjects,
this is our trail of breadcrumbs.
This is how we find Dr. Sarkov.
We start making calls.
I'll e-mail you the list.
I need to find the mail program thing and-- What's this?
"Imperfects."
Maybe we shouldn't watch those.
Now we know who the real monster is.
Do we really wanna find this guy?
Do we have a choice?
No.
No, we don't.
Okay. Let's take it from the top.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Juan? Are you home?
Juan?
You better be home.
Babe?
You in there?
Juan?
Are you all right?
Nice place.
Independent.
Fair trade.
Anti-GMO.
I'm sensing a theme.
I'm sensing a conversation which I'm not interested in,
because I'm busy and we're closing.
-I'm looking for Hannah Moore. -You found her.
My name is Isabel Finch.
I'd like to talk to you about Alex Sarkov.
Look, I'm all talked out on that subject.
Abbi Singh came and told me everything.
So she told you that the stem cells he injected you with were synthetic?
No. She did not.
Are you still talked out?
You after him too?
I am.
Then you better get moving.
Abbi and her friends are after him.
Great. I hope they find him.
Saves me the energy.
In the meantime, there are scientists,
colleagues of his,
just as reckless, just as dangerous...
and equally deserving of punishment.
Think of them as the...
The appetizer before the main course.
I could eat.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
It's the safest way to identify my side effects.
-I wish you'd said something to me sooner. -So do I.
I'm so relieved to talk about my AGDS.
Dr. Burke! Dr. Burke! Dr. Burke!
Dr. Burke!