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- Did you get Karen's memo?

- Yeah. She expects us to have

the sales projections by Monday?

We just got the numbers yesterday.

- I hear you, man.

My weekend is now officially fu...

Excuse us.

- I want you to know

that I take no pleasure in what I'm about to do.

No!

- Meanwhile, Hurricane Zoe has finally made landfall

on the coast of Rhode Island.

It is yet unclear if the Providence levees

will be able to sustain a category-five storm.

The material damages could be in the billions of dollars.

In other news, the Canadian Prime Minister today announced

the construction of a new high-security fence,

after 2073 became a record year for illegal immigration.

It is estimated that already 12 million U.S. citizens

live in Canadian territory illegally.

Gasgo Oil unveiled its third offshore platform

on the former Arctic ice cap. - Mute.

- Good morning, Mr. Larson. - Good morning, Rachel.

This looks absolutely perfect.

Thank you.

- Morning, Rachel. - Good morning.

- What is this?

Real deal? - Mm.

I thought a special breakfast was in order.

- Mmm. - Three years.

That's the bacon anniversary, right?

Both: Mm-hmm.

- Mmm. I don't think I can go back to that petri-shit.

- I don't think we can afford not to.

- Bacon. - Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Oh, my God.

- Shit. Unmute. - Suspected terrorist attack.

Local authorities blame the Sons of Tomorrow,

but the radical Micronesian nationalist group

has not yet claimed responsibility.

The device detonated in an R & D lab

of the biochemical giant Spiga,

causing at least a dozen fatalities

and an immediate drop in the company's stock.

- It had to happen, today of all days.

Security at the office is gonna be a shit show.

- Hey, I'm glad they're there to keep you safe.

- Work.

News.

- Spiga executive Elizabeth Krauss

addressed shareholders this morning,

after the company's stock plummeted

in the wake of the bombing.

Meanwhile, shares of their chief competitor,

Inazagi Biodesign, soared to a new high

in early trading.

In local news, the latest wave of food shortages

in the Red Zones has led to a 10% increase

in break-ins into Green Zone residential areas.

Corporate security forces

recommend caution and vigilance,

especially in and around perimeter checkpoints.

- Over the past 40 years,

Spiga Biotech has been at the forefront

of the genetic-engineering revolution.

We designed seeds capable of thriving

in the increasingly harsh environments of our planet.

Our pest- and drought-resistant crops

are now sold in over 100 countries,

and our advancements in in vitro meat

have transformed the SynthFood industry.

Spiga. Committed to feeding

our ever-growing world.

- Full cavity search for my friend here.

- Next. - Hey, Roger.

- These guys seem in an especially pissy mood today.

- Don't you watch the news?

Micronesian nationalists killed a dozen of our guys today.

- How can you be a nationalist

when your nation's under water?

- I know, it's like calling yourself a New Yorker.

- Nationalists, my ass.

Word is it was Inazagi agents.

- Inazagi? You think they'd dare to?

- They're making a play for the Asian market.

I'm telling you guys, this was no terrorist attack.

This was sabotage.

- Step out of the scanner, sir.

Place your briefcase on the slab, slowly.

We've got a code six down here.

Looks like some kind of malware.

- Doesn't seem to be booby-trapped.

I'm gonna open it.

I'm turning it on now.

- Oh, God, I want you in my mouth.

Mmm!

- False alarm. It's just food porn.

- Mmm. Mmm.

Loser.

- The Everclear software scans the subject's brainwaves

and translates them into images.

Literally shows you what they're thinking.

Most importantly, what they're dreaming.

Traitors. They can't lie in their sleep, right?

- What's the accuracy?

- We're at 65%... for now.

- Will that hold as the subject sleeps?

- Um, no. No, we expect to lose ten points during R.E.M.

What happened yesterday in Jakarta...

Someone's gonna end up in the Quiet Room for that.

Do you understand what that means?

- Well, we've all heard stories.

- If you really knew, you wouldn't send anyone my way

on a 55% chance he's guilty.

- We would never run... - I am as disappointed

as you are, sir.

55%'s unacceptable.

We'll pick up the pace. That's a guarantee.

- Is there a problem?

- No problem.

Everclear's learning.

It'll hit 75% in 6 months. - Good.

- But not before.

- What are you trying to say, Ben?

- Just that maybe you should be careful

with the promises you make, especially to him.

I mean, we've all heard stories, right?

- Mmm.

What's your name?

- It's Theo.

- Mm. This is real tobacco, Theo.

No sawdust.

And where does a little shit like you

get something like this?

I like you, boy.

Can't make a buck in this world without a bit

of an entrepreneurial spirit and a big set of balls.

Uh-huh.

But if I let any punk

with a set of balls and a pack of smokes

sell in my backyard...

well, then supply is gonna exceed demand.

That creates what's known as a zero-profit condition.

That's no good for anybody,

especially me.

- So this...

This is what I like to call

a strategic entry deterrent.

What the hell happened to you?

You did that?

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I did.

- Hmm.

Show me.

- Not bad, kid.

How'd you like to make some money?

- I just... I lost track. This whole Jakarta thing...

Everyone's been... - Hey, it's fine.

Really. -

- You're here. We're here.

- Champagne... Your best Norwegian.

- Right away, sir.

- Better enjoy this while I still can.

- What do you mean?

- I got some news today.

The permit. It came through.

- The permit? - From Spiga.

I'm gonna make an appointment with their OB-GYN.

He's gonna remove the IUD.

Pulling the goalie.

- Wow. - What?

That's...

- What's wrong?

- Nothing. It's great.

It's great. I just... I thought...

we'd have to wait much longer,

you know, until I made it to the 40th floor, at least.

- Well, then it's good news, right?

It means they like you.

It's not so hard to believe.

- I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact

that you like me.

- Come on, Ben.

You've got a charm switch. I've never seen it off.

- What does that mean? - Nothing.

It's just you're... You're always so...

sunny.

- And that's bad?

No.

I- I just... I wish it were that easy for me.

- Trust me.

It's harder than it seems.

- I'm just asking you to call off your troops, that's all.

This is just a case of crosspollination.

- So they claim, Senator.

From where I'm sitting,

it looks like copyright infringement, theft.

- And that warrants having their fields torched?

- You could convince them to pay the royalties.

Our designs are giving these farmers

the biggest harvest of their lives.

- Sure, of sterile seeds that won't sprout, come next season.

- Well, we have to protect our intellectual property somehow.

- I'm just trying to give you

a little friendly advice, Elizabeth.

My constituents...

- Your constituents burnt down three of our silos.

- Exactly.

You're sitting on a powder keg here,

and you don't seem to realize it.

- Answer me this, Senator...

What was the turnout in this state last November?

- I don't know. 25%.

- 22%.

So just ask yourself, when the midterms come,

who are your constituents, really?

- Problem? - No, no problem.

Bradley's a fool. He's not an idiot.

He just sometimes forgets it's not the '30s anymore.

Look at those brushstrokes...

Furious and desperate, in a mad rush to pour himself

onto the canvas...

as if he were running out of time.

- He was.

He shot himself a year later.

- Poverty and suffering...

do you think you can create great art without them?

- Oh, they're powerful motivators.

- I guess they are.

Maybe if he'd sold a painting,

he would have been a lesser artist and a happier man.

I wonder if he would have made that bargain.

- So the Smithsonian caved?

- Yep, just last week.

They fought and fought, ended up getting

half of what we offered them last year.

It's like you said...

poverty's a powerful motivator.

So, Laura...

how is she?

- Uh, you know, you could ask her.

- I'm asking you.

Maybe if you could convince my own daughter to talk to me,

I wouldn't have to.

- Bring out your inner beauty.

Bring out a more perfect you.

- And this is... - Bruce.

The late Mr. Granger...

on our honeymoon.

So is it possible?

- Well, they've got similar bone structure.

So...

sure, it's possible,

if that's what you and your fiancé want.

- It is.

- Mr. Salgado, are you aware what the procedure will involve?

- Mm, yes.

- So you understand that you will look exactly like this man?

- Yes.

- Of course he understands.

- Then could you please

repeat back to me what you think will happen?

- Yes.

- Look...

he wants the life that I can give him.

And he doesn't want to go back to the Red Zones.

He understands that much.

Hey, babe.

- She summoned me today.

- She did? What did she want?

- She wants to take you out for lunch.

- So now you're her errand boy?

- Well, I'm your husband and her son-in-law.

- Sorry.

- Look, Laura, just meet her.

If she's gonna be a grandmother, she has a right to know.

- Right, 'cause she's got grandmother

written all over her.

- Still, she's the only grandparent

this kid will ever have.

- I'll think about it, okay?

So what are we doing tonight?

- We were thinking about going out for drinks after work...

Roger, a few of the guys.

You're welcome to join us.

- Ugh, great, I could really use a drink.

Where's the fun gonna be?

- They're thinking Southgate.

- Ben... - I know.

I know, I'm sorry.

It's not my idea, trust me.

But you know how Roger rolls.

I can blow it off if you want me to.

No, no.

I'm... I'm tired, anyway.

You guys have fun.

Just be safe out there.

- Yeah, I'll do my best.

Love you. - You too.

Oh.

Ah!

Aah!

Oh, ah, ah!

Ahh.

Dr. Larson?

Your 11:00 is here.

- Uh, I need a minute.

Send him in.

- I think I found her.

- I make these myself every morning, you know?

I wake up at 6:00, and I make them

just how she likes them...

No crust, extra mayo.

Two for her, two for myself.

I like to know we're having the same lunch

while she's at school.

- I'm just trying to give you a heads-up.

Things are about to get rocky around here.

- That's not how this works.

You keep your head down, you enjoy the life,

you blend in.

That's what I taught you. That's how we stay alive.

- You know how long I've been looking for her?

Now she's been transferred back to Milwaukee,

but who knows for how long?

I got to get to her.

- So what are you gonna do?

- Get myself a promotion.

- Oh, don't be fucking stupid.

The higher up you go, the less you can hide.

It's impossible.

- You told me it was impossible

to get to management at all, but here I am, so...

- Kids, man...

they change your life.

They set your priorities straight.

You'll see.

- It starts tonight. Just watch your back.

- Gentlemen!

Are you ready for some good, old-fashioned debauchery?

- Yeah! - Southgate, baby!

Whoo!

- What is he... Did you invite him?

- Sure. - You're working him, right?

- Just burying the hatchet. - Right.

- Hey, you like my tits? Huh?

Hey! Where are you going?

Hey, come back! Asshole!

- Hey, Rog. - Keep an eye on my boy's car.

- You got it.

- Go ahead, I'll catch up inside.

- Sure thing, you degenerate. - Hey, you're partaking, too.

- Hey!

Hey! What am I, invisible?

Hey, hey! - Cash only out here.

Hey, asshole!

- Your friend sent these over.

- What?

- Jangkar? - It's Indonesian.

- Inazagi fuckers.

- After what happened in Jakarta,

we figured you guys could use a drink.

Cheers. - Suck my dick.

Don't drink it. - Sorry, it just...

- Ladies!

Don't ever say I never did anything for you.

Here is some primo, triple-A, thank-God-it's-Friday blur.

- Come on. - Come on.

- Come on! - Come on.

Come on. - Drink up.

All: Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

- And another! - Come on, again!

- Come on! - Do it again!

- Yeah, come on. - Come on, go!

Whoo!

- Somebody's blurred out. - I got him.

Come on. -

- Let's go, all right.

- Hey, Ben. - Yeah.

- I'm not an asshole. - I know.

- You know, it's just the pressure.

They got your balls in a vise and they just never let go.

- I know. Oh, come on!

All right. - I don't feel so good.

Oh. -

- Just a minute!

- In a minute. - Come on.

- In a minute! - Come on.

- I think I'm done.

One more.

- Hang on!

- Oh.

Ow! What was that? - What was what?

Come on.

- Oh, let me guess...

Pitcher, catcher?

- Funny. - Oh, ho, where you going?

There are so many more puns where that came from.

I haven't even started.

What are you guys doing?

- Wow.

Who are you?

- I'm Ben.

Come on.

- Shoot. You think you can make it back?

- Uh, I... Yeah, yeah.

Why? - I-I forgot something.

- Protect our resources. Burn your future.

Join the Inazagi Corporate Army.

- Protect our resources. Burn your future.

- Heads up.

- Hey, suit.

- You're new. - You're old.

- See this?

Not my blood.

18.

Yeah?

- It's me.

- Hey, Aaron. - Theo.

- What are you doing here? - Getting the usual

warm and fuzzy welcome, I gue...

What's that?

What happened? - Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing? - It... it's from training.

I've started training.

- You mean for the cage?

That's insane.

- That's not what Terrence says. - Terrence?

- Yeah, Terrence.

He's the guy around here.

He says we're gonna make a shitload of money together.

- No, he'll make a shitload of money.

You'll end up shitting yourself on some street corner.

- What do you want me to do, huh?

Join one of the corporate armies?

Get blown to pieces in a gas field in Siberia?

I bet you miss these.

- I bring you cigarettes, Theo... Real ones.

There's good money there.

- Yeah, and what do you think got me into trouble

with Terrence in the first place, Aaron?

- It's Ben.

- Yeah, sure, I'll call you Ben,

as long as you don't forget Aaron.

- I don't.

- Is that... is that her?

- 73% chance.

I've never even come close to 40% before.

- So you found her? - I might have.

- Where is she? - If it is Elena...

- My sister. Where is she?

- That's a group of girls being escorted to Arcadia.

New girls. - That's a...

- It's an executive club. - Yeah, sure.

Keep telling yourself that.

She's a sex slave. - Theo.

- Can you get in here? - Not at my level.

And not till I get a promotion. - You fucking suits.

- And not till I get to the 40th floor.

Access is restricted to senior execs.

- It's been six years.

- I know.

- Tell me you got a plan.

What's that?

- Opportunity.

Position's about to open up on the 40th.

- Well, you got her in there,

so you better get her out,

for your sake and the sake of that dumb piece of ass you got...

- Careful.

You see, Ben...

- Here it is... The Whistle.

I thought you were on the Everclear team.

- I am, but after Jakarta, bosses are scrambling.

They're fast-tracking any anti-riot tech in development.

- Natives are getting restless, huh?

- Oh, looks like it. - Sign here.

- They're keeping it exclusively nonlethal, though.

- Yeah, for now.

The Whistle.

Oh, uh, see if you can stabilize the inhibitors,

'cause the pitch always ends up frying the circuits.

- I'll see what I can do.

What now?

- Mr. Larson's here to see you.

- Send him in.

Ben.

- Crazy night, huh?

I woke up with this splitting headache...

- How can I help you?

- I've been thinking about Everclear,

how to speed things up.

You know, the learning process is just a matter of manpower

and putting in more hours.

- Tell me something I don't know.

- Well, what I'm suggesting here is double shifts.

I'm happy to do overtime.

Come in on weekends, get more test subjects.

Sure, and go over budget and...

- We could bring in volunteers from the Red Zones.

Shouldn't be too expensive.

- The security clearance process would be a nightmare.

Look, Ben, I need to...

- Are you okay?

- I'm... I'm fine. Fine, I just...

Excuse me a second, will you?

- Sir, are you all right?

- Mr. Peterson?

M- Mr. Peterson?

- How are you feeling? - Fine, thanks.

- Can I get you anything?

Some water? Coffee?

- No, you cannot.

- Uh, are you sure?

- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- You okay?

- Yeah, yeah. Where were we?

- The flight is nine hours, but it is totally worth it.

They have the most beautiful beaches

just outside of Reykjavik.

- So you mean to tell me you don't miss it?

- Ma'am, a package for you. - Oh. Thank you.

What... the ungodly hours,

the mind-numbing quarterly meetings?

Every frickin' day.

- Oh.

- Oh. - What's wrong?

Oh.

Is that... - Henry's.

Bastard's been slumming again...

Screwing that Red Zone slut he has out there.

And he got himself kidnapped.

Idiot.

Serves him right.

- They just can't help themselves, can they?

So what'll you do?

- Pay, I guess.

But not just yet.

Let him sweat it out a little bit longer.

- My girl's here.

But you know what? You should call her.

Henry's gonna need a new ear. - Maybe I will.

Same time next week, Elizabeth.

Hello, Laura. - Hi, Marsha.

- Hi, honey. - Mom.

- So glad you could make it.

You look lovely.

- Thanks.

You know, it's customary in polite society

to return the compliment.

- You look your age.

- Is that your professional opinion?

- It's the nicest thing I can say.

- Well, nothing wrong with that, right?

It's part of the point, really.

Nothing to hide. - You of all people.

- All right, we always seem to get off on the wrong foot.

I just wanted to know how everything is.

What's going on in your life.

- Ben and I, um...

we got the permit.

We're gonna get pregnant.

- Well, that's fantastic.

That's spectacular news.

I'm gonna be a grandmother.

- It's too bad there won't be a grandfather around.

- Laura, you know I miss your father as much as you do.

- Right, but we're not both equally responsible

for his absence, are we?

What? I thought you had nothing to hide.

- Well, maybe I do have something to hide.

Maybe it's not just a coincidence

that a junior executive such as your husband

would receive an approved permit so soon.

- You didn't. - Why not?

You may not believe this, but I care about you.

- God. You just cannot help yourself, can you?

You have to stick your fingers in everything,

make it all about you.

- I was just trying to help.

- Oh, I don't need your help.

Mom, I am not a child.

I am an... - An adult?

Last time you were an independent adult,

I received a piece of my daughter in the mail.

And... - You know what?

This is my fault. It is, really.

How could I expect it to go any other way?

- Laura, please.

- Next. - Next.

Next.

Next. Step up, sir.

- Whoa! - Everyone back!

- Please step out of the scanner, sir.

- Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, there must be a mistake.

It's just...

What is it? What does that mean?

Excuse me...

Oh, that's not...

That's not mine! That's not mine!

Don't you understand? That's not...

I've never seen that before!

- Sir. Sir. You can go now.

- I didn't take that! No!

I've never seen that before! Please!

Ben?

- You're home.

Is everything okay?

- Chad got fired today.

- Oh, my God.

- He must be in the Quiet Room by now.

- Oh. What'll happen to his family?

- I'll talk to Elizabeth.

- She's not gonna help. You don't know her like I do.

- She's family.

- No.

You and me, right here,

this is family.

- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Two days ago,

we buried 14 loyal men and women.

Yesterday we captured a rat.

Hell of a week.

It's heartbreaking to watch someone bite the hand

that feeds them.

Spiga is a generous mother.

It will feed you, dress you, protect you.

In exchange,

it only asks for hard work

and loyalty.

- The alternative...

Well, we all know Mr. Peterson's fate.

- I'm afraid the stories you heard were true.

- The good news, for all you ambitious young men and women,

is that now we have an opening on the 40th floor.

This opening is an opportunity...

not just to serve this family,

but to enjoy all the perks and privileges

that come with a senior executive position.

Ready?

- Give me a second.

- We'll soon start evaluating candidates.

We live in troubled,

uncertain times.

So the vetting process will be extremely thorough

and rigorous.

Those who have nothing to hide...

have nothing to fear.

Those who do should know...

we will not let another traitor slip through...

not again.