01x08 - Amelia & Wyatt

[bunniefuu]

- Rick, I was just visited
by someone

from the federal government.

- Does Marshall know
you brought the mushroom here?

- Marshall?

- Who are you?
- I'm a mycologist.

You changed my son's life.

What did you
use for the substrate?

Was there dung?
- Dung?

Do you think there's any way

you could get me something
called...

- TTX.
I mean, the wrong dose of that,

I mean, even just a little
bit, like, that'll...

that'll k*ll you.

- Help! Help!
I need help in here!

I need help!

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[ Vacuum running ]

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- [ Gasping, panting ]

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[ Metal banging ]

[ Vacuum running ]

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[ Door opens ]

[ Gasps ]

- Wh... what...?
- Shh-shh-shh.

The attendant's still outside.

I gotta sign out your corpse.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

- Oh, my arms are so...
off or something.

- Yeah, no sh*t, you took
enough TTX to medically die.

- Um, who is that?

- Oh, uh, that's Wyatt.

Say hi, Wyatt.

Don't know your size,
do know your style.

[ Engine rumbling ]

- So how did you end up
working for the DEA?

- Oh, well, I was a contractor.

I take whatever mycology work
I can get.

Knowing the spore
dispersal radius of fungi

doesn't pay Wyatt's
hospital bills.

So where are we headed?

- To get back my tortoise.

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- They're in the gate.

- Uh, your horse just defecated.

Some old railbirds say
that's good luck.

I don't think so, though.
It didn't look healthy.

- I'll bet you twenty
I can show you something

that'll blow your mind
before this race is over.

[ Bell ringing ]

Start with this.

Here's our mushroom man,
Marshall Cuso.

And here is his
former lab partner

and permanent
friendzone crush...

- Hey, we don't know that...
- Frances Applewhite.

The assistant to
Reutical Pharmaceutical CEO

and generous BMW lender
Rick Kruger.

Now, though, you see the first
and the last horse over there?

Both those horses are owned
by Jonas Backstein.

- Jonas the Wolf?
The Swiss finance guy?

- Jonas Backstein sits
on the board

of like ten huge companies.

Including Reutical.

Now...
Who's following mushroom man?

That's us. Two loyal DEA agents.

- Did you seriously make us
salt and pepper?

I'm pepper because I'm spicy?

- Here's our boss, Kenji,

and here above him
is some kind of high up

Washington operator
with expensive suits

and a bad attitude.

- Cecily.
- Cecily.

Who probably had us split up.

To stop exactly this.

- They're down to the wire,
Adelina's Pride and Oil Man...

It's Adelina's Pride.

- Now. Look over there.

Wouldn't it be interesting

if Jonas Backstein and Cecily
were connected?

Probably even working together?

- Dude. You shouldn't
have shown me this.

- They got guys here that sweep
horseshit out of stalls.

Is that what we are?
But for big pharma?

- We're off that case, dumb-dumb!

This is supposed
to be our vacation!

- What if all we're doing

is helping the champagne
drinkers in the winner's circle

wipe out all competition!

- Do I get paid the same?

- What they pay you for
is to be a detective.

C'mon, let's detect.
Let's go visit Marshall!

He's in jail, he's got time.

- Okay, I don't think
that's smart,

but I have a feeling
you're gonna do it anyway.

- I don't know, I... I just feel
bad that he's in a little cage.

- Dammit, Frances.

That there is a woman bunny,
first of all.

Second, you know how this works.
We test things!

Some bunnies spend
some time in a cage

and people's lives get better!

Little f*ck wouldn't even
exist if we didn't need 'em.

Now they're sitting
in air conditioning,

getting all the food pellets
they can eat

and a carefully calibrated dose
of the best medicine ever!

[ Rabbit screaming ]

Hell, I'd love to be
one of these bunnies.

How're they doing, Coco?

- Kiki. It's a small sample size,

but the initial animal
tests look good.

- "Good"? I'm hanging
my a*s fully out for "good"?

- We're having a little trouble
scaling up?

You know... growing the thing?

- I know. I'm working on it.
We're missing something

but I can't...
- I'm telling you,

the boys will be able
to synthesize it.

Boys and Kiki.

If it's looking that good
for these furry b*stards...

Ah...

this is gonna be Reutical's
biggest product ever,

my job's secure,
we all get bonuses,

and we help a hell
of a lot of people.

Win, win, win.

[ Rabbit chirping ]

- Someone is calling for you
from jail?

- Marshall? Is it Marshall?

Come on! Put him through!

[ Telephone ringing ]

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Hello? Marshall?

- Not Marshall. This is Hoang.

- Hoang? Oh!

You're his cellmate, right?
- Yeah, I was.

Marshall told me that if
anything bad happens, call you.

Then it seems like he hated you?

But I figured
you'd want to know.

- Hoang, what happened!?

- Marshall's gone.
He was real sick in our cell.

They took him away, and...

he never came back.

- So wait, Marshall is...

- Marshall Cuso is dead.

- Dead, hmm.

I've read about the barbarity
of your American prison system.

How sad to see
the evidence firsthand.

- Uh-huh.

- Truly it's still the land
of the lonesome cowboy,

bleeding to death in Laredo.

- So we're done with this?
You're handling Reutical?

- Loose ends will be tied.

- [ Sighs ] It's Cuso.

C-U-S-O.

- Come on. You guys know
how these things work.

You're supposed
to put a request in the system

and wait for approval.

- Look, this is...
important, okay?

And potentially urgent.

- Okay, let me just see
where he's at...

[ Keyboard clacking ]
Cuso...

Oops...
you just missed him.

- Missed him?

- Yeah, he's dead.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

- This might look like
individual fungi

but their mycelium communicates
with each other.

So, if a fungus needs help,

the network "knows"
and transfers sugars,

water and minerals
to a friend in need.

You think you're looking at
a different fungi,

but what you're seeing is...
[ Button clicks ]

[ Cellphone dings ]

- sh*t.

Sorry, hi! I, um... got caught
up in this thing at work.

- No, no problem. Look, um,

I, uh, I know
things have been rocky,

we've been distant.

- Wait, why are you
wearing a tie?

- Oh, um,
because it's a special occasion!

- Oh, no. No, Nick,

please don't...
please don't propose to me.

- But, Babe, Babe wait, listen.
I know last time wasn't ideal,

but let me try again.

- No. No, no. This is not...

Oh, God, I...

Nick, you are not a bad guy,
but I...

we, this, us... I...

we are not right. I...

I'm not happy.
- Okay, yeah, no, no, I feel you

but, like, we can
get through that!

- Nick, this is not... this...

this isn't gonna work.

- No, no, Jonas,
you're not hearing me, man!

This thing will change
everything! Okay?!

- Reutical will not produce it.

No one will.
Shut down your project.

Snuff it out.
Eliminate all traces of it.

- Shut it down?!
This is a slam dunk!

Immediately
our number one seller!

I mean,
it could replace everything!

- Exactly.
It could replace everything.

Every other drug we make,
every drug our competitors make.

Replaced.

It would replace all the people
that you employ.

All the scientists,
the researchers,

even our sales reps.

To say nothing of the doctors,

the hospitals,
the insurance people.

All of them. Out of business.

- Well, maybe they should be
out of business!

We can change the game here!

Cure everybody!

- Richard, you're
a medicine salesman.

Cure everybody,
and you're out of business.

Why would anyone work?

- Here in America, you have
to work for your health care.

It's a good system. Dynamic.

- It's not that popular...

- The system that's taken
such good care of you?

It would crumble.
Imagine it, Rick.

Economies will collapse.

Cartels will arise with
their own grip on the mushroom.

k*lling rivals.

If this mushroom heals wounds,
every fight is to the death.

Wars will be
unimaginably ferocious.

We'd k*ll on a massive scale.

Everything black and white,
no in-between.

None of the shade
that brings life meaning.

Should I be healthy?
I'm an occasional drinker.

I wake up with a hangover.

Balance.

You would try to cheat life?

Play God?

- But...
- Richard, you let this go,

you'll be rewarded.

You needn't worry about this.

Or anything else, ever again.

[ Muffled clattering ]

- Where are they?
They've got to be here.

- Oh, my God!

- It's okay, Socrates,
we're getting you out of here.

- Socrates...

Marshall?
- Gah!

- What the f*ck?
- Ah!

- You're alive?
- Yes, I'm alive.

I'm sure it would be simpler
for you if I weren't!

- Wh... Are you okay?

- Oh, suddenly you care how I am?

I'm... [ Groans ]

I'm fine.

- Wait, how did you get in here?

- Well, in this part of the city,

there's an abandoned
subway line,

you simply access
the laundry room.

- But what about the door lock?

- Well, that I just... I don't
have to explain myself to you!

If anyone here
has to explain themselves,

it's the one with the Reutical
insulated water bottle!

[ Bottle clatters ]

Okay, let me just say that
I'm actually pretty athletic,

but I've been dosed
with tetrodotoxin, so...

- Look, Marshall, I can explain...

- Well, I don't want
an explanation!

I want my tortoise
and my mushrooms

and then we'll be on our way.
- We?

Is he...
was he drawing on my wall?

- Don't talk to my son.

- I saved them. For you.

- Oh, how noble of you!

Considering they were mine
to begin with!

- Hey, I helped grow them!

- Socrates did more than you,
he... ha!

You don't even know, do you,

how much more important
this tortoise is than you!

- Okay, you were in jail,
I thought you were dead,

I wanted a plan.

- Plan? I had a plan!

- Hiding in the woods in an
ice cream truck is not a plan.

Hoping my high school
lab partner

can beat an arson charge
is not a plan!

I took it to the experts
who know what they're doing

and I'm going to help
a lot of people.

- Mm-hmm, sure.
Including yourself, right?

Nice suit, by the way.

You really think Reutical
would ever release

something like this?

You didn't just fool me,
you fooled yourself.

- I'm, um...
I'm happy you got out.

Hoang thought you were dead.

- I am dead. Consider me dead.

- Wow, great, amazing, perfect.

That little sh*t.

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- Okay, Kiki!
I realized what we need!

We're gonna need a tortoise,

many tortoises,
the plural of tortoises...

"tortoisi"...

What the f... What happened?
Where is everything!?

- I got the email last night.
Rick didn't tell you?

- What? Tell me what? No!

- We got a new data set
from the tests.

Unacceptable mortality, I guess?

They shut it all down.
- Mortality?

That's impossible.
That's not how it works!

- This came down
from way above my pay grade.

If they say we're done,
we're done.

- What? No! No. Unh-unh!
This isn't right!

Hi. I need to talk to Rick!

- Oh, my God, don't we all.

- Where the hell is he?
- Quit. "Took a buyout,"

whatever you want to call it.
I dunno.

He carried his own stuff out,
which is surprising.

I'm calling him.
- Oh, no, I tried.

He won't answer.
- This is bullshit!

- Yeah, I know!
Like, I get this job,

and not even a month in,
I have to reassign?

It looks like I'm a flake,
and I'm not a flake.

[ Beep, call ends ]

- Wait. What am I gonna do now?
What's my job?

Am I out?

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- Let's see...



This is it.

- And no autopsy yet?

- Oh, yeah, we're all rushing
to perform autopsies on inmates.

[ Drawer opens ]

Okay, wait a second.
I remember this one.

I know he was released
to a funeral director.

- Who's claiming his body
that fast?

[ Mouse clicking ]

- Amelia?
- Amelia Mushrooms?

- I wish we hadn't
poked into this.

- This just gets more
interesting.

[ Heavy metal music playing ]

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[ Music stops ]
- Marshall...

Where have you been, brother?

- Zane, I don't have a lot
of time.

Socrates needs help.
- The Peruvian?

C'mere, come here! C'mere!
Put him up on that counter.

Yep, put him right there.
Okay, great.

Oof. He doesn't look so hot.

You don't look hot,
either, Marshall.

That's a weird shirt.
What's going on, man?

- Look, it's a long story.
He hasn't been eating.

I'm gonna help myself
to some food, okay?

- If you can't take care of him...

that's a big responsibility,
Marshall, shame on you!

- I can't... Zane! I had to leave
him with a... former friend.

It doesn't matter.
- Yeah, okay, I get it, yeah,

oh, why entrust
a gorgeous specimen like this

to your half-brother Zane,
a well-trained herpetologist...

- Zane, you're
not a trained herpetologist!

- Self-trained. I gotta get one.

I've been working my
South American contacts.

They keep offering me
songbirds and iguanas and sh*t,

and I keep saying,
"solo tortugas!"

[ Opera music playing ]

[ Tapping on glass ]

Hey! Hey! Do you like this?
What I'm doing to you?

Okay, don't.

Well, um, cool. Are you gonna
pay for all that sh*t, or...?

- This is all I've got,
right now.

I don't have access
to my accounts, okay?

And listen, I wasn't here,
do you understand?

You never saw me.

And you might never again.

[ Door bells jingle ]

[ Heavy metal music resumes ]

Huh.

- And would you say that your
work is causing undue stress?

- Actually, I'm feeling
quite happy.

I'd had a few
difficult situations at work,

but I managed to resolve
them all to my satisfaction!

- That's good!
And do you feel like

if you were forced
to scale back,

that you have
a good support system in place?

- Scale back?
[ Chuckles ]

Why would I do that?

- Mr. Backstein,
we need to have a serious talk.

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[ Shredder whirring ]

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[ Beeping ]

Ugh... God... Dammit! f*ck!

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- Hey.

Hey! Frances!

- Rick? What the f*ck?

Where have you been?

- Wanna be in business?

- As long as I'm presumed dead,
nobody should be looking for me.

Hopefully some of the equipment
is still here.

And I have a trailer.
It's not much, a little rustic

but I think if we fix it up...

[ Gasps ]

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Rusty?

- Aw, hey! Turtleman!

I didn't think we'd
be seeing you again!

- Yeah, I'm back.

What's with the lights
and everything?

- Back, huh?

Boss'll probably
want to see you.

- The... boss?

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- I think you're gonna like
what we've done with the place.

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- Turtleman!

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- Hello, Marshall.

[ Heavy metal music playing ]

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