01x05 - Beautiful Billionaires

[bunniefuu]

[pounding on door]

[door lock clicks]

Can I help you?

Cooper.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Cooper, it's me.

It's Jordan.

Your partner.

f*ck buddy.

I thought we were best friends.

[groans] f*ck!

-Where is she?
-I'm right here, I swear.

-Bullshit! Where is she?
-Cooper, stop.

Something happened
to me over there, okay?

A weapon, an infection
or something that changed me
right after we left the bar.

How did you get this?

What did you do to her?

In bed, what'd she call me?

Not you.

Your d*ck.

A Provigil that
brings me back to life.

I do love those eyes but they
are lying to you right now.

Japan, right?

You have to hear me,
not just see me.

Are you ready to listen?

[♪♪ theme music playing]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[door buzzing]

[♪♪ "Cherry" plays]

♪♪ Cherry ♪♪

♪♪ Tells me some things
I don't want to know ♪♪

♪♪ And I can't see ♪♪

♪♪ A light at the end
For us anymore ♪♪

♪♪ But I can't keep crying ♪♪

♪♪ All of the time ♪♪

♪♪ No, I can't keep crying ♪♪

♪♪ All of the time ♪♪

[shower stops, water dripping]

[♪♪ upbeat music playing]

[♪♪ "Ride Like the Wind"
playing]

♪♪ It is the night ♪♪

♪♪ My body's weak... ♪♪

-[Antonio] Boo.
-[gasps]

[c*ck g*n]

♪♪ No time to sleep
I've got to ride... ♪♪

Tightly wound for a guy
who spent all night
emptying his nuts.

Who the f*ck are you?

Well, you know,
we heard you're a party boy,
so we're here to party, boy.

-I love this song.
-[Jeremy] Hmm.

[Antonio] Right, I said it
before. I'll say it again.

Christopher Cross is the man.

Ain't nobody touching
Christopher Cross
sounding like that!

Silky smooth voice,
it just soothes the soul.

Soothes.

And hides the sound of screams.

Hides.

♪♪ ...with a g*n in my hand ♪♪

♪♪ Lived nine lives ♪♪

♪♪ Gunned down ten ♪♪

♪♪ Gonna ride like the wind ♪♪

-♪♪ And I've got such
A long way to go ♪♪
-♪♪ Such a long way to go ♪♪

-♪♪ To make it to
The border of Mexico ♪♪
-[Antonio] ♪♪ Mexico ♪♪

-♪♪ So I'll ride like the wind ♪♪
-♪♪ So I'll ride like the wind ♪♪

-♪♪ Ride like the wind ♪♪
-♪♪ Ride like the wind ♪♪

♪♪ I was born the son... ♪♪

Where, Nate?
Where'd you get it?

Get what?

You were not this pretty
two months ago.

Come on now. I saw
the before and after pictures.

You looked like
a schlubby bubby with
b*tch t*ts and a micro d*ck.

You like playing
with both teams. Is that...

Is that the problem here?

No, look, hey, it's no stress.

We... I mean,
we celebrate the rainbow,
ain't that right, Jay?

-Love is love, brother.
-It sure is, you see?

[groaning]

Okay. I f*cked a...

I f*cked a hooker. That's it.

All right. Well,
what made you pick her, Nate?

Where'd you find her?

-Does she come
with any bonus features?
-I bet she was pricey.

She's just some f*cking sl*t
off the dark web. I don't know.

Jay,
help him understand, please.

Look, look, look, look, look.
Harder, Jay.

You wanna be here all night?

[Nate groans, whimpers]

You're sick, Nate.

You teem with viral load, okay?

You might think that
you're healthy but you're not.

All we wanna do
is help you out.

All right, I didn't f*ck
anyone else. I swear to God.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Nate, look,
we're way past that.

I was there at your little
f*ck show last night.

See, the second
you walked in the door,

you signed the death warrant
for everyone inside.

We already picked off two
but we still have
another two to go.

That's a lot
of overtime for us.

I don't like that.

I had to cancel my mani-pedi.
You understand?

My time is money.

Maybe you f*cked her,
maybe you didn't.

I don't have time to care.

A sex club where
the gift is being spread
is my worst-case scenario.

Don't k*ll me, please.
I... I didn't know.

Nuts or nails, Nate?

Please.

Help!

Please.

[phone buzzing]

[Nate] Stop. No.

[Antonio]
Yeah. Another problem?

This Condé Nast situation
has become a scorching
f*cking hemorrhoid.

We have a live
infected specimen at NIH.

And we can't have that, can we?

No, we cannot.

You need to make it a dead one.

The FBI is all over this.

But there's
one agent specifically.

[Antonio] Anything else?

Maybe I should do it
blindfolded while, uh,
juggling knives on a unicycle.

With speed comes mess.

His name is Madsen.

Cooper Madsen.

He's currently
in New York City.

-[Nate gasping, groaning]
-[Antonio] Well...

You're off the hook now,
baby boy.

No, no. Please, please, please.

[panting]

No. Please.
Please, please, don't.

Stop, stop. Please.

[screams]

[sighs] f*ck.

I still don't understand
why you didn't call me.

Do you have any idea
how worried I was?

I'm sorry. I just...

-I just panicked.
-Jordan.

-It's me.
-That's what made it
so complicated.

What? 'Cause you got
all this from f*cking?

Well, I...

I mean,
I think I got it that way.

Do you think you were targeted?

I don't know.

I woke up, and he was gone.

Without a trace.

-[Cooper]
Was he wearing protection?
-[scoffs]

I'm your partner.

-Not your child.
-I'm not trying to shame you.

I'm trying to understand.

Well, it feels like shaming.

Okay.

So, let's say you didn't get it
'cause you came into contact

with foreign bodily fluids,

and he dosed your drink
or sprayed some kind
of aerosol, fine.

But that doesn't really vibe
with how we've seen
this thing work.

God, I'm so f*cking stupid.

I-I just... I saw that guy
and he was hot, you know?

So, I wanted him. I just...

We all make mistakes.

I was being selfish.

It gets worse.

After I felt like I was
literally burning alive,

I left the hotel and...

that first wave
of panic passed.

For a moment,
I liked the new me.

-No, no, no.
-A lot.

I mean,
you finally feel seen, admired.

Even a little invincible.

I mean, here I was
with some life-altering crisis,

a f*cking infection, and being
out in the world, no one knew.

Because of how I looked.

In fact, they treated me like
I'd won some kind of lottery.

But then,

they stopped seeing me.

And they started seeing this...

object.

[speaking Italian]

Okay.

[Jordan] Something they could
buy, or win, or just take.

Another, please.

And then I started to hate it.

I hated myself for ever
enjoying it in the first place.

I mean, how weak could I be?

How f*cked up am I?

[Cooper] It's not just you.

Everyone wants beauty.

It's the oldest, purest form
of currency there is.

I don't want any of this.

I mean, was I so bad before?

You were always beautiful.

Yeah. Well...

reading social media,
about to turn 40,
didn't really feel that way.

To me.

You were always
beautiful to me.

Look, I know I got
a stupid boob job and stuff...

but it was only after I turned

and I realized I couldn't
go back that I realized I...

I liked the old me.

The old you was perfect.

And this one is too.

This one's just...

different.

How do you feel?

Actually,

f*cking incredible.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

It's the best I've ever felt.

-f*ck.
-[chuckles]

-My knees are jealous.
-[laughs]

We're gonna make sure
it stays that way.

You think I'll end up
like the others?

Those models
who literally exploded?

I think it's best
we don't waste a lot of time.

-How long?
-I don't know.

Doing the math on the others,
I figure a year and a half.

Maybe two.

[breathing heavily]

Have you talked to anyone else
since you've been back?

Family, friends?

Uh, no.
You're the first place I went.

[Cooper] Good.
Don't contact anyone.

I-I think I need
to go to the authorities
or someone on our team.

No. No. No, they'll
quarantine you, treat you
like a f*cking lab rat.

Until we can get
a handle on this thing,
you're not talking to anyone.

And you're staying with me.

Okay. So, no ID, no passport,

new face and everything else.

How'd you get back here?

Uh, I just blew
a couple of TSA folks
and they walked me right on.

Oh. Looks like
she had a jokes upgrade too.

I've been an agent
for 15 years, Coop.

You seriously don't think
I know a couple shady guys

with planes that like having
a fed owe them a favor?

Can't wait for that
to bite us in the a*s later.

Coop.

Hey, hey.

We should maybe hold off.

Till we know it's safe.

Right?

Right.

Yeah, I wasn't thinking, sorry.

[elevator bell dings]

Where'd you get that?

My face and my body changed,
not my instincts.

I'm left, you're right.

Why is this happening?

Okay. So, everything
is confirmed for the weekend
at the colony, right?

[doctor] Yes, sir.
All guests should be arriving
within the next 24 hours.

Perfect.
And there's no cold feet
or any other bullshit?

[doctor] All systems are go,
sir, but due to the intensity
of the procedure,

three days of cutout time
from your schedule
have been recommended.

That's fine.

Look, this sh*t
is gonna work, right?

Like, it better, okay?

'Cause you've been
on an exclusive payroll
since COVID so...

[doctor] A full presentation
of what to expect will be made

upon arrival, but yes...

-Good.
-...we expect
a very successful experience.

Good. Good, good.

[doctor]
Are there any additions
to your medical file?

No allergies
or new medications, correct?

Look, my assistant, Tina,
will send all that over to you.

[doctor]
We've had trouble getting
a hold of her this evening.

Oh, yeah.

Well...

[gasps] Yes.

Yes. Yes.

[grunts]

[doctor]
Sir? Sir, are you there?

Yes, uh, I will deal with Tina.

And you double-checked with him

that they are aware
about my bee allergy, right?

You're not allergic.
You're just afraid.

No, that's what
everybody says but that's...

Hang on, Raul. Stop.

-Wait, stop.
-Really?

Like-Like-Like I'm just some
chick who works the corner?

What, Franny, she watches
the front camera like a hawk.

She does it
just to give me sh*t.

Un-f*cking-believable. [sighs]

f*ck.

[houseworker]
Good evening, Mr. Forst.

[Franny] I can't tell if you're
lazy or you just don't care.

Your assistant wears
a very cheap perfume.

Some kind of talcum
powder-based nightmare aroma
from the local Sephora.

I can smell it on you, dear.

And from the scent wafting
off you, that's what?

Your third drink?

I guzzle martinis
to try to forget you exist.

Sadly, it numbs the pain,
but it doesn't block you
out of existence.

Look, I'm flying
to New York in the morning.

Oh, no. Absolutely not.
Not tomorrow.

You have obligations.

No. No, no, I've spent too much
money and wasted too much time.

We have
a family therapy session

because our son
has been in the hospital
for the past three weeks.

[cutlery clanks]

The hospital?

A ten-grand-a-week
opioid resort.

He tried to k*ll himself.

f*ck. The cretin can't even tie
a decent knot.

Why can't he be
like his brother
and drive a sports franchise

into the ground, you know,
just to feel better? [sighs]

Look, I hate your f*cking guts,
and you hate mine.

And we can't get divorced
because we have
too much f*cking money

and to lose any of it
would be such...

sweet sorrow.

But I'm bringing you something
you're gonna like, mama.

Is it self-driving software

that can't tell the difference
between a mailbox and a person?

Or an algorithm
that drives teen girls
to eating disorders? Hmm?

No.

Generational biotech
so powerful it will make
medicine obsolete.

Come on, Franny.

When have you seen me
this excited about something?
You should try it.

Imagine if I can see
just a glimmer of
your glory years again.

Maybe I wouldn't have to hire
any more slutty assistants.

The idea of
the slightest physical contact

with you makes me
swallow my own vomit.

Okay, well, what about me?

I have to watch you waddling
around in your breezy kaftans.

Barely disguising
a body that's built like...

a sack of holiday hams.

Mr. Horrifying Monster
of a Human Being.

I spent all my life
chasing beauty,

perfection, diet,
trainer, needles,

scalpel, elixirs, cleansers.

I thought it
would make me feel good,
healthy and happy and content.

It would help me find a kind of
mate that would help me

build a life I wanted,
the life that I deserved.

And then one day you wake up,

and you realize that you are
the dog that caught the car.

And your dream life...
[chuckles]

...is actually
my golden prison.

Maybe it's time
to burn it all down.

You're f*cking psychotic.

Yeah, burn it, go ahead.

Yeah, go ahead,
burn it, burn it, burn
the whole f*cking thing down,

burn the whole
f*cking house down!

I might do just that.

Once I learned that beauty
is the answer to nothing,

I became the happiest
I've ever been.

[alarm blaring]

[Waylen] Yo!

Oh. Ooh.

Do your f*cking job.

I don't want
to have to tell you again.

Well, you can't open
the f*cking door for me?
Get my f*cking bags.

Keep it warm, Josiah.

[laughs] Be careful.

You know, everybody
in this place is still waiting
for you to kick it.

Uh. There's still time for me

-to k*ll you vultures first.
-[both chuckle]

I guess after tomorrow,
we're gonna have to find
a new carcass to circle.

Yeah, I'll have new problems.

-Like what?
-Look at me.

If this sh*t works
half as good as they say,

how the hell are we supposed
to explain how different
we suddenly look?

Since when do you explain
anything to anyone?

Well, this is different. I've
got shareholders, the board.

Then f*ck all that.

So what's your big plan?

Me?

I guess I'll go with
the tried and true celebrity
plastic surgery routine

and that diet
and exercise baloney.

I don't think
I'm gonna do that.

I think I'm just gonna throw it
all in the rearview

and buy a mountain
or an island.

Oh.

Never speak to anybody
for the rest of my life.

Except for the newest piece
of a*s that I fly in,

but you do you, baby kins,
you do you.

[guests laughing, chattering]

[Ray] Come. Come join us.

-Please,
make yourselves comfortable.
-[Kitty sighs]

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Now, bear witness.

Four million years ago,

a landmark moment
in human evolution occurred.

We developed bipedalism,
the ability to walk
on two legs.

From there,
our brains enlarged,
cognitive abilities expanded,

we could use tools
and started agricultural
and industrial revolutions.

Over the last century
and a half, we advanced
technology and medicine

far enough that
life expectancy has improved
by nearly 50 years.

Some of you in this room have
already beaten the average.

-[guests chuckle]
-[Ray] But age
has taken its toll.

Time, as they say,
is undefeated, the last great
stumbling block of mankind.

In response,
you tasked me with a mission.

The Manhattan Project
of Longevity and Aesthetics.

Ladies and gentlemen,
say goodbye to
your old broken-down bodies.

I introduce to you The Beauty.

[chimes]

[guests] Ooh.

Just before winning
my second Nobel Prize,

I discovered the power
of highly specialized
gene therapies,

but I couldn't help but wonder
what... what if we created

a broad spectrum group
of specialized reprogrammable
proteins and RNA.

Exciting, sure,
but the real breakthrough,

the one that will get me
Nobel number three,

was packaging
those powerful proteins

with the most ruthlessly
efficient viral gain
of functionality ever designed.

This will allow us
to completely rebuild your DNA
from scratch, cell by cell.

A lot of blah-blah here.

Yeah, sounds like you're trying
to sell me drain cleaner.

Let's just get
to the brass tacks.

A rebuild of that scale
unleashes the most perfect
version of your physical self.

Take a look.

Seventy-one-year-old male,
stage four prostate cancer,

heart trouble,
declining brain activity,
obese, you get the picture...

Once The Beauty
has gone to work...

[Kitty] Ooh.

-Uh-huh.
-I like him.

His cancer is vaporized,
never to return.

Increased cardiac capacity,
lean muscle with 6% body fat,

bone density increased,
faster brain synapses.

Maybe your dad chain-smoked
during family road trips.
Who cares?

Mom chased pills and vodka
while pregnant with you?

-Irrelevant.
-Serious question.

Am I gonna have,
like, a huge c*ck?

-Not that I need it.
-[chuckles]

[Kitty scoffs]

Aesthetically perfect
in every way.

It took four operations,
and a few gallons of saline,

but I already have
the t*ts of a 25-year-old.

What happens to them?

Any non-biological items will
dissolve during the rebuilds.

You think they are great now...

just wait until tomorrow.

And there's not a stitch
or a scar involved in all this?

One intravenous injection.

Oh, come on.

No, no, no, no,
I don't like it.

This is bullshit.

This is way f*cking nuttier
than I realized.

Talk side effects.

Wait... [stammers]
Are we the guinea pigs?

Some acute
initial discomfort, sure.

But that will subside
as your body adjusts.

All of our work is available
for your perusal.

However, I wouldn't recommend
running to the FDA with this.

Well, that's reassuring.

Well, if it works,
who gives a sh*t? [chuckles]

How many people
know about this?

No one outside of this room.

All the data and the final
formulation resides here.

And only here.

Lab techs
are compartmentalized.

They don't know
what the main objective is.

Like a fine watchmaker, I task
them with building parts,

then I construct
the final product.

So what you're suggesting is
that immortality is possible

if we just take
this special miracle juice.

Those concepts are
for storybooks and movies.

Our science is an antidote.

To what?

To the limitations
of being human.

Great.

Let's get poked!

-[Kitty gasps]
-This?

Oh.

-[Byron] What?
-[Kitty] What in the f*ck
are you wearing?

It's my Burning Man outfit.

-I'm a burner.
-Oh.

I mean, it's cool, right?

[Waylen] Okay.

Welcome...

to the first day,

the best day of the rest
of your lives. [chuckles]

If you'll notice, uh,
you've got care packages

that will help you
through this process.

Let's save that
for post injection.

[scoffs] There are gallons
of spring water here. [laughs]

And if you need more, just ask.

Why would we need to drink more
than a gallon of water each?

Privacy, Mr. Forst.

Remember what we are doing here
is built on deep trust.

Yeah, I just had
some unfinished business.

That stays here.
It's personal stuff.

[Ray]
Take your cleansing wipes.

They're found in the white
containers to your left.

Pick an arm, any arm,
and swab the injection site.

-Nice. Get it good.
-g*dd*mn it.

[Ray] Now...

your dose.

Okay.

Nice.

Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, f*ck.

[sighs, chuckles]

My last Botox stung
more than that. [chuckles]

I don't... I-I don't feel sh*t.

[door closes]

[breathing heavily]

-[bones cracking]
-[all groaning, screaming]

[flesh squelching]

[gasps]

[screams]

[screams]

[breathing heavily]

I'm a boy.

I'm...

perfect.

[Kitty screaming]

Ray.

Ray.

What are you doing?

[giggles] You're afraid.

You're afraid your monster
is gonna k*ll its creator.

No. [stammers] No, please.

Just because
there's been a disaster,

doesn't mean we can't sell
our insurance policies.

Walk.

Walk!

-Walk. Let's take a walk, Ray.
-[Ray] Okay, okay.

-Oh, Jesus.
-Let's take a walk.

-[person 1] Please! Please!
-[g*nshots]

-[person 2] No! [screaming]
-[g*nshots continue]

-[person 3] Whoa! Whoa!
-[thudding]

-[g*nshots]
-[person 4 exclaims]

-[g*nsh*t]
-[person 5 grunts]

-[person 6 screams]
-[g*nshots]

-[g*nshots continue]
-[people groaning, screaming]

[♪♪ "The 4 Seasons [Winter]"
playing]

[screaming continues]

-Sir, is that really you?
-Yes, dumbass.

I told you it'd be
a shocking transformation.

Is everything packed and ready?

-Yes, sir.
-Good.

[grunts]

I'm sorry, fellas.

It's just trust issues
are a b*tch.

[♪♪ "The 4 Seasons [Winter]"
continues]

Okay. Let's go.

[helicopter whirring]

[♪♪ "The 4 Seasons [Winter]"
continues]

[♪♪ "The 4 Seasons [Winter]"
ends]