01x07 - The Fibonacci Sequence

[bunniefuu]

Okay, that's the last of it.

Let's get out of here.

Wait. Hubert's lab.

Oh, sh*t.

What? Wh...

It's not working.

sh*t.

I'm getting
too old for this sh*t.

Darren, why is it I
always find myself

in some dank Godforsaken
corner of the colony with you?

That's a great question.

Did you know my daughter
plays youth soccer?

She does. And today
my wife told me

that if I didn't
show up for the game

we'd have to discuss
a trial separation.

I'm not at the game, Darren.

I'm here... with you...

In this disgusting
f*cking basement,

trying to figure out how a
literal plague of locusts

happened to blow up
the entire colony

just days before Marsiversary,

the most important
moment of this year.

My most important
moment of this year.

Uh, sir, excuse me, you're gonna
want to take a look at this.

Quick. They're coming.

I'm going as fast as I can.

What is this, a food pantry?

Wh... what are we
looking at here?

I'll tell you
what the f*ck you're looking at.

That's
enough potassium nitrate

to wipe this whole
colony off the map.

t*rrorists, great.

I-I-I don't know if we need
to use the "T" word, Brandon.

No one can know about this.

Cover it up,

find out who's responsible,

and get rid of 'em... now.

This place is a
f*cking rat's nest

of corporate malfeasance, okay?

f*ck' conspiracies.

Conspiracies.

I got two words for
ya... Steve Case.

Yeah. He knows.

Give him a call.

I'll call him right now.

They reel ya up here,
promise you the world,

then take it all away
till you're nothing.

Sorry. Don't look at me.

I didn't do it.

Please stand by for a "Mars.
ly News" special report.

Hey, turn it up.

Hey, team. As you
may have noticed,

we had some unexpected visitors
in our little colony last night.

Well, the good news is there's
nothing to be worried about.

These critters were
part of Mars. ly's

experimental food program,

and a recent
initiative to ramp up

fertility levels was, well,
a little too successful.

But thanks to some major hustle
from our essential workers

who are truly... Jesus Christ.

Welcome to planet bullshit.

Signs of intelligent
life... Zero.

These yuppie f*ck have no
idea what they're dealing with.

What is it this time, Sully?

Are the bugs t*rrorists?

f*cking "A" right they are.

You're looking at
a cover-up, Jack.

They think we're idiots.

Well, they're about to get
a big f*cking surprise.

Alright, well, give
'em hell, Sully.

Yeah, go get 'em, man.

What are they again,
alien bug t*rrorists?

Kyle. It's okay, babe.

Hey bartender, another beer
here for my buddy Kyle.

This one spilled.

What are you talking ab... hey!

What the hell, man?

Password?

Turtledove.

No, no, Abbas. Incorrect.

If you know it's me, why
do I need a password?

Security.

Someone's coming. Let me in.

Okay. Give me the
password then.

I forgot. Then I
cannot let you in.

I am the current head of Buckys.

I make the passwords.

So make a new password.

Hello.

Okay. "I love you.
One, two, three."

That's the new password.

Let me in.

Password please?

I love you.

I love
you. One, two, three.

Bad memory.

That's a very bad memory, Abbas.

Idiot.

We are being hunted.

They think we are t*rrorists

because of that stupid
meat-curing powder.

Wait, where is Jeff?

Yes, where is Jeff?

I'm not usually
one to cast blame

but the boy released the
locusts and then he disappears?

Curious.

Jeff is very very bad man.

Look, Jeff is an idiot, okay?

And I am extremely
angry with him.

But this was just an accident.

The fellow made a huge mistake.

The least he can
do is correct it.

Yet the coward hides.

This is f*cked. We're f*cked.

All those years of
work just to rot

in this corporate
f*cking Death Star.

We are flying into hell
on this Death Star.

Will you shut up, please?

Martin and I destroyed
all the evidence

we could last night.

However, we were
unable to collect

a certain someone's meticulously
labeled archive of DNA samples,

because someone
changed the password.

Hm. Unfortunate indeed.

Well, given the urgency
of the situation

I would be willing to
share the new password

with lean, young Martin so that
he may collect it with haste.

What is it with you
people and your passwords?

Hubert, this is your fault.

You fix it.

And where the hell is Jeff?!

Everything
okay there, "J" man?

Uh, yeah, no, just
got a lot on my mind

and, you know,
maybe we should...

I think we should push this,

because it seems like Tee's

probably not going
to show, and...

We gonna get started
on this sh*t or what?

Uh, hey, Tee.

Yeah, so, uh, why don't
we just jump right in?

I took everyone's
notes into account

and here's the new direction.

I call this one
"The Architect."

This
one is "Baby Talk."

And, uh...

Apex.

It's really...

When you break it down,

it's about, uh, the sense
of exploration, innovation,

a physical but also
psychological frontier.

It's really... Stop.

No notes. It's stunning.

I mean, look at that fractal.

It's a masterpiece, Jeff.

Uh, well, actually, a-a lot
of what you're looking at,

those are Tee's ideas, so
I really can't take credit.

Nah, don't listen to him.

He's lying.

sh*t's all Jeff.

f*cking Fibonacci up in here.

Jeff, this is a challenging
moment for the company.

People are
asking questions.

And who can blame them?

The locusts, the
missing equipment,

the weird f*cking secret
club in the basement.

There are subversive elements
threatening our core business.

Hey, someone in
this room right now

could be a subversive element.

That's
exactly right, Ted.

The shareholders
are counting on us.

Not to mention Falco.

The
world is watching.

And we need the
messaging to be perfect.

"30 years of adventure."

"30 years of wonder."

Hmm.

"30 years of memories."

"30 years of sh*t."

Not the language
I would've chosen,

but, uh, he's got a point.

We need some fresh lines.

Uh, I'm more of
a conceptual guy,

not exactly a writer per se,

but maybe this is something that
I should talk to Midori about?

Um, yeah.

Sure, Jeff. She's
out there somewhere.

Yeah, while we're at it maybe I
can track down Amelia Earhart.

Thanks a lot, Jeff.

Really glad to be
working with you on this.

God damn it.

"From the sky they descended with
an insatiable hunger..." Hey.

"devouring everything
before them."

Get the hell out of my office.

Happened to catch your
little news segment.

Experimental food program, huh?

Too bad I'm allergic
to bullshit.

What do you got,
sh*t in your ears?

Get out... now.

You don't remember me, do you?

Trevor Sullivan...

Senior Mechanic, Applied
Robotic Technology.

That is until you assholes
gutted it and sold it for scrap

just like everything else that
used to matter around here.

Congratulations. Now get
the f*ck out of my office.

I believe there's a
sleeper cell of t*rrorists

festering in our midst.

And this bug bullshit
is a warning shot.

Might be the only
warning shot we get.

Okay, smart guy, even
if that were true,

which it is not, what the
f*ck would you do about it?

Poof.

Yeah, what? Uh,
biohazard sweep, my boy.

Say what? Yep, we'll do
our best to find the queen

then we can analyze her
for harmful pathogens.

Hey. Let's hope it's
not Bubulum Stercus.

A few snuffs of that,

and you might find yourself
incapable of breathing.

Listen, man, I ain't
got time for this.

That is, of course,
if your bowels haven't

already filled with
blood. Hey, hey, hey.

Alright, alright,
alright, alright.

That's enough. Go on. Get.

Who is it? Jeff.

Go away.

Crystal, come on.
I need to talk.

Please let me in.

Crystal.

There is nothing to talk about.

Leave.

Let me in.

Sorry for missing the
meeting. I wanted to...

Do you understand
how serious this is?

I'm sorry. I've
got a lot going on,

and I've been doing
the best that I poss...

They think we're t*rrorists.

And because of your mistake,
the mission is over.

It's all over.

I mean, I know you were
really looking forward

to getting out there.

This wasn't some
f*cking holiday, Jeff.

This was our lives.

Okay, well, I care about you
way more than this other stuff.

Maybe we can all just
take a beat, regroup.

I mean, hey, summer, it's
right around the corner.

The seasons are cha... well,
the seasons aren't changing,

but movie night's coming back.

What are you talking about?

You know, it's funny,

I keep defending
you to the Buckys,

You don't understand, okay?

Things are... they're
complicated for me right now,

things that you
should know about.

No, I understand perfectly well.

You never cared
about the mission.

You only cared about yourself.

Oh, up in your ivory tower

everything is so
black and white.

Hey, I'm sorry I ruined
your chances of going out

in the middle of f*cking nowhere
to choke down grasshoppers

and wait for the
oxygen to run out.

God.
I was so stupid.

I should've listened
to everyone.

Then none of this
would've happened.

Listen, Jeff, this
was a mistake.

A big one.

If somehow we're all lucky
enough to survive this,

I want you to know

that you should never,
ever speak to me again.

And don't kid yourself.

If we get caught, they're
not gonna spare you

just 'cause you're a corporate
dipshit graphic designer.

Ah, Jesus.

How you doing, as*h*le?

Sorry, I guess it's
Sergeant as*h*le now.

Well, look who it is.
Guy who's robot dog

humped his leg so hard
he walks with a limp.

Hey, they find you a new job,

or are you still
looking for bigfoot?

Funny you should ask.

I actually did get
a job... Yours.

I'm taking over
this investigation

starting right f*ck' now.

Yeah, yeah, I got to talk
to Darren about this.

Yeah, while you're
at it, tell him

I said this crime scene's
a f*cking disaster.

Looks like we got our work
cut out for us, ladies.

Alright, gather around.

Why don't you start by
taking me through...

Why don't you start... f*ck.

Hey, Hardy Boy number
one, go get me a scotch.

It's gonna be a
long f*ck' day.

Wha... wh... wh...
wh... oh, my God.

Wh... what's going on here?

What's going on is,
we've got a problem.

We know what you've been up to.

Smokey, find this little
b*tch a pair of pants.

We going for a walk.

Ah, bonjour, petit poisson.

Excuse me, good sir.

Whoa, h*-h*.

What do you got there?

Oh, this.

Just, some industrial detritus.

Odds and ends. Bric-a-brac.

Why don't you hand it over,
let me have a look-see?

If it's all the same to you,

I'll be taking it to
evidence, bagged and tagged.

You know the protocol.
Give it to me... now.

Good sir, you've caught me.

I stumbled upon this
tin of conservas,

and the gastronome
in me took over.

Take your snack, and get
the f*ck out of here.

Au revoir, inspector.

Yo, homie!

Hey, fat man! Come back here!

Love the pretzels here.

I-It's good to see behind
the scenes, you know,

where the magic happens.

Yo, what?

Shut your pretzel a*s up, b*tch.

"For if God did not spare
angels when they sinned

but sent them to hell,

put them in chains of darkness
to be held for judgment."

Centauri House.

Ah, you must be the famous Jeff.

Finally we meet.

Let's get you set
up with a puro.

Excellent choice.

A graphic designer with
a taste for cigars...

Quite the combination.

Your eyes will adjust.
Take it from me...

The more you look,
the more you see, hm?

How about something to drink?

Tell me, Jeff, do
you like mojitos?

I just want to talk to you.

Hey, I just want to talk.

Do you know what the
Centauri symbolizes, Jeff?

Power. Virility. Brotherhood.

You are part of that
brotherhood now.

Down there and up here.

You are now up here.

And that comes with
certain privileges.

Let me tell you a
story about Miami.

The restaurants, the
women, the condos...

Jeff. Jeff.

Jeff, the phone is ringing.

Whoa. Jeff. Where are you?

Uh, Centauri House, actually.

Wow. Big time,
huh?

Been hearing your
name a lot down here.

Really impressive stuff, Jeff.

Uh, well, thanks.

Well, I-I was just calling,

uh, to tell you...

I'm coming up.

Y-You're what?

Yeah, they offered
me a big promotion,

and, anyway, I... I just
thought it was time.

So I guess I will see you soon.

Maybe you can buy me a
drink when I'm up there.

Yeah, maybe I...

Hey, Jefé can't talk right now.

Oh, what?

Psh. Later hottie.

W-W-What'd she say?

Your girl says to give
you a big, fat kiss.

Niños, niños, calmate, calmate.

The show is about to begin.

Uh-oh.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Sir, sir, I'm not sure
why you were chasing me,

but I assure you there's
nothing untoward occurring.

In fact, I have my
papers right here.

What's your name?

You don't have to do this.

A man's fate is not predestined.

I'm not Cotton Mather here.

You ever bang in zero "G"?

I'll get you and Bella
access to the drop room.

But first, you gotta
talk to the boss.

It had to be done.

Fibonacci.

In the house.

Hey, man.

Come over here so I
can see that face.

Bro, you're looking bellissimo.

I mean that. This place
is treating you well.

Yeah... tonight's
been really... crazy.

I'm still thinking about
that presentation of yours.

You got the goods, man.

Art. It's important.

Not everyone gets that.

Dace and Smokey,
they're good guys,

but they're not
exactly on the level

as far as all that goes.

Not like us.

Well, thanks, I mean,
you have great instincts

with that stuff, too.

What do you think
about this room?

I designed it.

It's cool man.

I-I love the design.

I knew you would. f*ck.

I wish we could just
do art all the time.

Me... too.

Listen, that's kinda what I
wanted to talk to you about.

Okay.

There's some new
sh*t on the horizon.

Big plans percolatin'.

Centauri's a good
start, but come on.

Guys like us?

We deserve more.

Totally.

I'm gonna need some help fixing
everything Dad f*cked up.

I'm talking amenities,

bowling alleys,
indoor driving ranges,

windows that actually
block out the radiation

unlike this weak-a*s sh*t.

But really, though?

We should be walking around
outside with no helmets on,

breathing Mars air, looking
up at some vertical gardens,

eating some fresh sushi,

checking out the
Turrell installation.

Too bad that'll take
like a-a thousand years.

Eh, well, not if there
was to be a little, uh,

how do you say, "nuclear event"?

One nuke for the north
pole, one for the south.

Yeah, but...

No, uh, but wouldn't that...
That'd k*ll everyone.

Everyone who's not in the
secret nuclear bunker.

Drink? You know,
I've had a couple

of really strong
mojitos so, actually...

I know, I
know. It sounds crazy.

But that's why it'd
have to be an accident.

I'm not sayin'
it's gonna happen,

it's just, like, well-behaved
men rarely make history.

But either way, bro, I
want you in on all of this.

I need my Fibo-nach
to help me architect

the sh*t out of this b*tch.

Uh...

And if the nukes do come?

Damn sure there's a spot in
the bunker for Fibo-nach.

And I think we can find room
for the lovely Ms. Bella, too.

I was watching your
moves out there.

Good stuff.

Yeah, she's a fun ride. Freaky.

Definitely knows
what she's doing.

Whew!

It's that time of night.

Googoo gaga, b*tch.

Yo, put that sh*t out.

It's the baby.

He's lonely. Someone
should go in there.

Jeff, you do it.

Oh, my God, Hubert.

They're coming for us.

They're coming for us all.