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Georgia (V.O.): Sweetheart, this is gonna be
a whole new life for you.
I know it can seem a little overwhelming,
but we're gonna take such good care of you.
It's gonna be a whole new world for us and for you.
Have you ever seen water before like this?
Don't worry. We're gonna be here with you every step of the way.
We love you so much.
(chuckles, exhales)
Look, Ally.
It's your new home.
(unsettling static)
(clapping)
Ten years. Where does the time go?
I mean, it seems like yesterday,
Georgia and I were blessed with the gift of this amazing,
smart, beautiful little girl.
Before Ally, we thought that we were happy,
but really our lives were just beginning.
We love you, Ally.
Happy sweet 16.
Happy birthday.
- Here. - Thanks, everyone.
So what's next?
I assume the biggest party bus is waiting out with the Molly?
Al, stick to the Red Bull and vodka, huh?
- Like I'm some lightweight. - (phone ringing)
I wonder which boyfriend this is.
- Hm. - FaceTime call from your mom.
- Hide the crack. - Okay.
- Hi, Grandma. - Actor: Grandma?
Geez, you forget to wear sunscreen one day.
Ally? Hello? You still there?
- Yeah-- - Sorry to interrupt.
I hear the Brauns throw a notorious party,
so I won't take up too much of your time.
How are you doing, Ally?
I'm (chuckles)--
Your parents told me you're a fan,
so I thought I'd wish you a happy birthday,
see how you're doing.
Have fun, Ally, but not too much fun.
(smooches)
I cannot believe that just happened.
What can I say? I mean, I'm a man of some...
influence and resources, as is your mom.
I mean, not the man part, but you know what I mean.
God. I can't believe he saw me like this.
Now I'll never break up his marriage.
Oh, you can always be his side piece.
Yeah. His lupus-ridden side piece.
Oh, so that's your edge.
Okay. Party's over.
Yeah. Thanks for coming.
I want you to know it touches my heart
that you all took a moment from cleaning and gardening
to come stuff your face with cake and guzzle champagne.
You are very welcome, Miss Ally.
Happy birthday to me.
(skin ripping)
(gulps)
(keyboard clacking)
(AI's voice) Hello. I'm happy to hear from you.
What would you like to talk about today?
What's the greatest way to make friends?
Making friends can be daunting sometimes,
but often rewarding.
Here are a few tips to help you.
Find people that share your interests,
clubs based on your hobbies, sport teams,
or volunteering for a cause you're passionate about.
Strike up a conversation with a stranger,
even if it feels uncomfortable.
Ask questions, share something personal,
and always be a good listener.
Okay.
Also, I bet a good way to get duct taped
and dragged to the back of a van.
... attend events, take classes,
or explore your town.
What if you can't leave your house?
How about online communities?
Find forums for gamers, writers, baseball card enthusiasts,
- bronies-- - No.
I'm talking about real human contact.
You're absolutely right.
While online connections can offer valuable support
and engagement,
nothing quite replaces the warmth of actual human contact.
Have you thought about getting a pet?
Allergic.
W hile cuddly furballs
might be the first image that comes to mind,
the world of animal friends is wonderfully diverse.
Some alternative options.
A fish aquarium can be both mesmerizing and calming.
Invertebrates, hermit crabs or snails
- can be surprisingly engaging-- - Enough!
Shut up.
(panting)
♪ unsettling music ♪
(device whirring)
(device whirring stops)
(water splashes)
(muffled water gurgling)
(water gurgling)
(muffled chatter)
(dramatic sting)
♪ suspenseful music ♪
(gasps for air)
Georgia: Ally!
This way! Ally, come, come, come!
Ally!
♪ dramatic music ♪
(coughs)
Jesus, Ally!
(coughs, exhaling)
I don't know how many times I have to tell you
to know your limitations.
I'll be more careful.
♪ mystical music ♪
(over speaker) Elysium, the new frontier.
A libertarian utopia.
An agreeable climate with an abundance of fresh spring water.
This is the future.
You will be the survivors
when other places are uninhabitable
from cataclysmic weather events, environmental disasters,
social upheaval, and failing government.
Party Guest 1: This where the facility is?
Yeah. We've just broken ground.
What country is it in?
That's the best part.
Elysium is a completely sovereign state.
It's an island sanctuary
whose infrastructure uses the latest technology
to serve its core focus:
public health care and poverty initiatives--
Georgia: Hi. Thanks for coming.
Jeff: There she is.
(distant chatter)
Is everyone enjoying themselves?
And where is our lovely guest of honor this evening?
Oh, well, sadly, there are too many germs down here
for my Ally to fight.
What if we wore masks?
You have hazmat suits in your limos?
And the last thing my baby girl wants to do
is hang out and schmooze with us old folks.
She is 16 years old,
so we're in full blown teen rebellion mode.
I can't wait to have one of my own.
(mocking) You look ravishing this evening, Sylvia.
Are those new breasts?
(gasps) My, these old things? I've had them for weeks now.
(over speaker) You are the point 001%.
Elysium will even have our own currency,
separate from the volatility of the modern financial markets.
You don't have to worry about--
Somebody ordered room service out there?
(over speaker) ...research and medical facilities,
organically farmed food, and clean water.
You and your loved ones will have safety and comfort
on an elite island paradise.
Boys?
♪ up-tempo music on stereo ♪
(clanking)
(sizzling)
- (seagulls squawking) - (guitar strumming)
Alpha Kid: Yo. Hey, incoming.
Pack it up, people.
Stoner kid: No, no, no. Wait.
It's good. Just some old lady.
Hello. Hi.
Anything we can do for you, ma'am?
I'm good. I'm good.
What's up?
Nothing much. I just--I live up there.
Oh, sweet. Party central.
Yeah. We're having a benefit, or my parents are.
It's like a black tie dinner for a super high-tech island.
Yeah. That's cool.
So you guys just like hanging out or something?
Yeah. Actually, we were actually just taking off.
We're just--
- Okay. - Stoner kid: Come on.
Alpha kid: Yeah, and enjoy your party or whatever.
I will. Thank you.
I think I caught something off that troll.
My skin is crawling.
I'm so dumb.
(female voice) Want a beer?
- What? - Sorry.
I--I didn't mean to scare you.
It's fine, you just surprised me.
Toss me a beer, call it even?
You got it.
- ♪ up-tempo music on stereo ♪ - (footfalls)
(knock on door)
Ally, honey.
I wrestled the last piece of sponge cake
away from the vultures.
(knock on door)
Ally?
Honey?
(formal chatter)
Hey. Where is she?
Find her.
(sighs)
Parents in prison.
Total racist.
Bipolar. In and out of institutions.
If these are your friends,
I do not wanna make your enemies list.
Oh, they're not my friends.
Well, she was, and then she started dating him,
and now she just brings me along as some weird power play.
I am totally gonna binge-watch
the shit out of this show.
(coughs)
- First beer? - Shut up.
Security Guard 1 (O.S.): Ally!
Shit.
- Aw, shit. - Ally Braun!
What is it?
I'm fine.
My condition requires exercise and fresh air.
Security Guard 1 (O.S.): And yet, you left the premises
without notifying anybody?
That was a poor choice on my part.
We need you to come with us. Now.
I appreciate the concern and your professionalism,
but as you can see,
I am spending time with my friend.
Um...
- Brooke. - Brooke.
So you can tell the concerned party
that I'm fine and I'll be home when I'm ready.
In no world is it okay for you to put your hands on me.
I'm sorry, miss, but your mother is insisting
that you be near your medication at all times.
- Go, seriously. I'm-- - I said I'm fine.
- I'm not going-- - (security guard clears throat)
(coughing)
Security Guard 2: Hey, this is private property.
- Let me see your phone-- - Fuck you, pig!
Security Guard 2: Come here, you little shits!
Stoner kid (O.S.): Try it, fascist!
- Security Guard 2: Hey! Hey! - (Ally coughs)
Jesus, Ally.
And we found her on the beach having a beer with this one.
You were drinking?
I can't believe that you would do that.
It was one lite beer.
Excuse me, who are you?
Do you have any idea?
She is extremely sick.
You put her life at risk.
- Come on. - Mom, stop.
Georgia: Did you give her money?
Ally: No, I don't have any. Mom, please!
I can't believe you would be so stupid.
You are immunocompromised.
Do you want to die?
This beach rat could have any number of diseases.
Okay. Easy, lady.
Her name is Brooke.
Goodbye, Brooke.
Nice meeting you, Ally.
- Follow me on Insta? - She won't. Thank you.
Tell them not to hurt her.
They're not gonna hurt her.
Don't be so dramatic.
They're giving her a ride home.
Ally, what has gotten into you?
(insects chirping)
♪ eerie music ♪
(flames crackling)
You're right, I could have handled that better.
Well, one can't excel at everything.
Well, that might be the most hurtful thing
you've ever said to me.
Mm.
This impulse to explore, it's only gonna get worse.
Teens, hormones,
the caged animal yearning to be free.
So what? Better locks?
Or we throw a big juicy steak in the kitty's cage.
♪ somber music ♪
Ally: (sighs) What's the point?
♪ unsettling music ♪
(birds chirping)
(door latch clicks)
Your father and I
were talking about social and interpersonal interactions
in regards to adolescent behavior.
Huh?
I can see how physical interaction
may be beneficial to one's social, mental,
and physical health.
Mom, sometimes you sound like an AI chatbot.
Studies have shown that human contact
lowers stress hormones and blood pressure.
I just ask that you take it easy.
Don't overexert yourself.
Brooke (O.S.): What's up, loser?
Your health is important,
but with that, I suppose so is making friends.
Thank you, Mom.
No beer.
Not until the school work's done.
- You got it. - At any time.
Have fun.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
So this is, um... weird.
I know, right?
My parents are usually very overprotective.
They, like, never let anybody into our house ever.
I only had to piss in a cup and have my DNA analyzed.
So she's paying you to hang out with me?
You're like a pity whore. (chuckles)
We really prefer the term pity escort.
- Oh, okay. - Brooke (O.S.): Okay.
- Sure. - Sure.
(laughter)
(Georgia speaking Russian)
What's that one?
Oh, that's my parents' office.
We're not allowed in there.
They're really strict about it.
I'll show you my room, though.
Jeff: At this stage, Georgia and I
are much more focused on our foundation.
International Quality of Life.
The hospital in Malawi was just a start.
We believe we can improve quality of life
on an international scale.
It's because we see untapped potential in all people,
no matter their background.
It's how we want to spend our second act.
Finding those people,
giving them new opportunities, new lives.
♪ upbeat music ♪
Brooke (O.S.): Hey, I brought you something.
Ally (O.S.): What?
Okay.
Brooke: How do you feel about being a blonde?
(Brooke chuckles)
Ally (O.S.): Oh, wow.
(laughter)
- ♪ upbeat music continues ♪ - Brooke: Oh, it's so good.
(muffled laughter)
(laughs hard)
You look so good.
♪ upbeat music continues ♪
Ally (O.S.): Stop.
(laughter)
Brooke (O.S.): Are your parents Russian?
No? Why?
Because I heard them speaking Russian.
Oh, my father sells international real estate,
and my mom, well, she speaks six languages
and runs a multinational biotech firm.
And looks like Miss America.
Yeah, the company finds plants that cure illnesses.
Brooke (O.S.): Real health nuts, huh?
Yep. They adhere to a very, very strict eating regimen
of limited calories.
Dad, 1,977 a day, and mom, 1,550.
All vegan, and they only eat between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m.
for optimal digestion.
Well, those do look delicious.
All right, let's have you julienne these carrots.
Ally (O.S.): Okay.
Although that is gonna be kinda hard
with just a soup spoon.
Knives, Margita?
This is too dangerous for Miss Ally.
Got it.
You know, you should really be wearing your bike helmet.
These floors are slippery.
Ha-ha. Hysterical.
Margita (O.S.): You girls make sure to clean up when done.
- You got it. - You won't believe how clean.
(chuckles)
(knife thuds)
What?
Do you trust me?
Uh. Not sure. Why?
Not that you haven't always been...
- a vision of loveliness... - Please.
But you could use
a little more expression on your face.
What do you think?
Can I?
♪ somber music ♪
♪ somber music continues ♪
You okay?
Gorgeous.
(kisses)
What did you bring into our house?
(scoffs) She has a friend.
That is a good thing.
Seems like a little more than just a friend,
don't you think?
I'm sorry, I do not trust this girl.
- (game chatter on laptop) - (distant dog barking)
- (door thumps) - I'm back.
Hello? Thought you were gonna clean this place up?
That backpack looks light.
I'm guessing you didn't snag the silverware.
Yeah, well, I feel bad stealing from the Brauns.
The voice of the proletariat sentencing itself
to an eternity of being bled dry.
They've been nothing but nice to me.
Hypnotized by the 1% and their shiny promises.
- Oh. - (backpack clatters)
You know, they've got like a thousand pills.
They won't miss a few painkillers,
but I couldn't get much.
There's cameras all over that house.
I spent the day scouring the internet
and can't find shit.
Not a single pic of Jeff and Georgia Braun.
Nada. No driver's license, no ugly yearbook photo,
no paparazzi runway shots
of the "Elitist filthy rich-Misanthrope Gala".
Okay, that's a little weird,
but why would billionaire philanthropists care
to scrub their images?
No, those are to sell and pay off the gas bill.
You're right. I'll get to it.
Until then they stay with me.
Good job, sis.
(whispers) Dumbass.
♪ eerie music ♪
(indistinct whispering)
(man speaking in Russian)
(dramatic sting)
(muffled chattering in Russian)
♪ unnerving music ♪
(muffled whispering)
(rope squeaking)
(gasping)
(coughing)
You gonna be okay there?
Robbie (O.S.): I think. Yep. I'm dying.
(coughs, vomits)
(phone ringing)
Okay, it's Ally.
Ask her the name of the goddamn poison that I--
(coughs)
Brooke (O.S.): Hey, loser, what's up?
It was terrifying.
The walls were checkered and I could feel the tubes
in my arms sucking my blood.
Well, maybe your room is infested with mosquitoes
or vampires.
And I may have peed the bed a little.
There's no way I'm going back to sleep.
Can you come over?
Mm. Do I get the side with the wet spot?
Look, I can't. My brother's not feeling well.
How about I stay on the phone with you
from the comfort of my nice, dry mattress?
Boo. I thought you being my paid companion
meant you come running the second I snap my fingers.
That would be a slave.
(chuckles)
I am offering to stay on the phone with you all night.
Be grateful.
You're right. Sorry.
(Robbie coughs, vomits)
I miss you.
I will see you tomorrow.
Or today, I guess.
Jeff (over phone): Hey, honey. What's up?
We made a mistake.
This needs to end now.
What are you gonna say?
You'll only make it worse.
She's gonna get hurt. Damn it, Jeff.
I should've never let you bring in a stray.
Relax. Everything will be fine.
Evil Dead or Re-Animator.
No, no horror.
Especially after that nightmare I had last night.
No way.
What do we have here?
Home movies featuring the young and talented Miss Ally Braun?
I said no horror.
(CD player whirrs)
(chuckles)
Jeff (over recording): This is it.
Today's the day we become parents.
Look at your mom.
This was ten years ago?
Ally: Mm-hmm.
She looks exactly the same.
It's incredible.
She have a lot of work done?
No. She just takes really good care of herself.
Jeff: Almost there, you guys.
Georgia (over recording): Check it out.
Your very own beach, baby.
You are gonna have so much fun.
Look, Ally. It's your new home.
Brooke: Oh, look. There's you. There's you.
You're so adorable.
Yeah, I think this might be the very last day
I didn't feel like shit.
Georgia: For our little princess,
may she forever reign over her kingdom by the sea.
You know, I was doing some reading on your thing, on lupus.
What do you want to know?
Jeff: Where did she go?
Wikipedia says it's most common from ages like
fifteen to forty-four.
Yeah. I was six when the doctors confirmed it.
I was one of the lucky ones.
You and I have very different definitions
of what lucky is.
Georgia: Ally? Sweetie?
What happened to your real parents?
My birth mother died of eclampsia.
It's a seizure that pregnant women get
usually during delivery,
but sometimes like me, right after.
And no clue on who my father is.
That sucks. I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Then again, you could have some piece of shit dad like mine.
Don't you ever see him?
Yeah, maybe every two or three years,
depending on good behavior.
And your mom?
Paranoid schizophrenic.
Really?
Yeah. Your mom speaks six languages,
- and mine has six personalities. - (Ally chuckles)
Last I heard, she was trying to take down the deep state
from some redneck's camper in Montana.
I don't trust either of those losers.
Georgia: You cannot take your eyes off her
for one second. (indistinct)
Do you trust yours?
Jeff: She's not hurt, but she's fine.
Georgia: Oh, my god.
Do I trust the people who spend millions of dollars
and every waking minute trying to find ways
to restore my health?
Yeah.
I see your point, but...
you can never really know what someone's motives are.
You mean like a complete stranger
who I might meet on the beach who takes money from my parents
to hang out with me?
Ally, come on.
You gotta admit they act kind of...
strange and creepy.
And I'm what, their freak?
No. Why would you say that?
That's not what I'm...
Just forget I said anything.
No. No, please go on.
What else about us creeps you out?
I think I should go.
Yeah, maybe you should.
I'll call you later.
Whatever.
Jeff: She's in the gym.
Georgia: Ally, sweetie.
We know it's very strange and confusing,
but we have been waiting for you for so long.
And all we wanna do is make you comfortable and happy.
Okay? Okay.
♪ eerie music ♪
Jeff (O.S): I saw Brooke storm out of here.
You guys get in a fight?
Ally: Turns out I'm not the best judge of character.
Jeff: Mm.
You wanted to make a connection.
We don't always get it right the first time.
But there won't be other times.
I mean, right?
I gotta be realistic.
With all the experts and pills and tests and stuff...
I'm not getting any better.
I'm pretty sure I never will.
(sniffles, sobs)
(panting)
(insects chirping)
(tablet beeps)
♪ unsettling music ♪
(tablet beeps)
(dramatic sting)
(tablet beeps)
(woman speaking Russian on phone)
(tablet beeps)
Um, hello.
Um, can I help you with something, ma'am?
No, thank you.
I think you may be in the wrong house.
Who are you looking for?
You.
- (dramatic thud) - Old woman: Gimmee. Gimmee.
- Get off me! Get off! - I need it! I need it!
I need it!
- HELP!!! - (skin squelches)
Oh, God!
I need it! I did it!
Give me! Give me!
Ally: Get off me.
Security Guard 2: You okay?
Get her out of here.
- (sobs) - I gotta have it!
Please!
Give me, give me, give me.
I gotta have it!
Sorry, honey.
She looked like she was really sick.
I'm sure the poor thing is.
We are getting new locks on that gate pronto.
I mean, I think she has a disease
like me or cancer or something.
Well, the doctor's coming over later today
to check you out.
- Okay. - Okay.
I wasn't saying she had rabies or anything.
Well, you know, you never know.
I mean, these beach vagrants
can't get any medical care whatsoever.
That's why your father and I are so passionate
about the Elysium Project.
She didn't dress like she was homeless.
This is Malibu.
Something was really weird about her.
Weird, you say?
The cannibalistic old woman?
No.
No, it's just... she acted like she knew me
or she wanted to know me.
Well, look at you.
Making two friends in a month.
And they both got a bite.
Hm. Well, you are very tasty.
(chuckles) All the beach girls just wanna be my bestie.
Yeah.
Ally: Yeah.
You okay?
Yeah.
(voice on laptop) For lupus you take, like, prednisone
and immunosuppressives.
This is mostly hydralazine with a Terbinafine kicker.
The first pill you gave me is an antihypertensive,
the second one's an anti-fungal.
What would that do?
In the long term?
- Turn you into a vegetable. - I knew it!
- You could've killed me! - No, no, no. Seriously.
Why would the doctor or her parents
give her something like that?
(laptop beeps)
- Brooke: Where'd he go? - That's it.
The Velcro Baron only promised us two minutes.
Jesus, where'd you find that weirdo?
Deep Web. He's legit.
(phone trilling)
Ally (over phone): Hey, this is Ally. Leave a message.
- (phone beeps) - Brooke (over phone): Hey, Ally.
I know I don't deserve another chance.
Your mom didn't make a mistake
when she brought me into your home.
Sorry I screwed things up.
If you could, please let me try and fix it.
(distant clank)
♪ uneasy music ♪
Brooke wants to cook us dinner tonight.
She's awesome in the kitchen.
It's your call. I have a late night.
Are you sure that you're okay with that?
Maybe she was just having a bad day.
Or maybe she was showing you who she really is.
Ally (O.S.): I'm not perfect either.
I beg to differ.
Look, I get it if you don't want her around anymore,
but...
I just don't think she has a lot of friends.
Like me.
That big heart of yours
is going to get you into a heap of trouble.
Okay.
(phone pings)
Yes. Yes!
Needs salt.
Ally (O.S.): What do you think?
Muy hermosa.
Gorgeous.
Thank you.
What's that for?
Margita likes to have her dinner breaks
while overlooking the ocean.
Is that so? How romantic.
Sí, es muy romántico.
(footsteps receding)
(chuckles)
Seems they're best pals again.
I don't like it.
It's one night and after the incident,
Ally needs it.
It'll make her happy
and we're in the making-Ally-happy business.
Speaking of which, when are you back?
Round eight.
Apologize, please, that I can't be there
and give the girls my best.
Will do. Love you.
(distant waves splashing)
(sips)
So, what do you think?
It's quite delicious.
See? I told you.
(sips, slurps)
Brooke,
I know sometimes I can come across as... tough.
And to get to where I am in life,
sometimes I have to be.
And I can understand how you may feel
that my parenting style is overbearing
and unfair to Ally--
Mom, nobody thinks--
I don't want you, either of you,
to think of me as a mean prison warden who...
Um...
what I'm trying to say is I am--
I'd like to be your friend, Brooke.
Mrs. Braun,
(soft groan)
I want you to know I really appreciate
the trust you've shown
in letting me into your home and all.
Hm.
And I really do care about Ally.
- Ally: You know... - (clears throat)
You--you mean a lot to us too.
Um, I think something's wrong.
(exhales)
Remember when we first met,
you were convinced I was a drug dealer?
It's pretty insane, huh?
Ally: I don't know what--
I feel.
You f--
(thunder clapping)
(thunder clapping, rain pattering)
What happened? Where--
Brooke: I know how this looks, but it was my only choice.
How did I get in your car?
Where--where's my mom?
Drugged her. You too.
But I had to get you out of that house.
They're making you sick.
God. Let me out.
I didn't know what else to do.
You have to believe me.
We're going back to my place.
Your parents--they aren't who you think they are.
You're a fucking psycho.
- Ally, stop. - Let me out.
I'm trying to help you. I lo--
(car smashes, window shattering)
(exhales)
(distant clatter)
(footsteps approaching)
Hey.
♪ uneasy music ♪
Where's Ally?
I...
Where's Ally?
I call the police.
No, no.
She's right, Margita.
We have people.
(heart monitor beeps)
Nurse: Doctor, CAT scan results
show swelling in the front temporal lobe.
Dr. Morrissey: Give it a couple hours.
If nothing changes, move her to C&T ward.
You need to look at this, doctor.
Dr. Morrissey: Has this been verified?
Nurse: Three times.
Can we even get this from our bank?
No. We're trying to locate a match.
Maybe San Francisco.
She has an extremely rare blood type.
She has a highly unusual polymorphic phenotype.
The kind of thing usually seen
with multiple transfusions or autoimmune disorders.
Jeff (O.S.): I'm sure you saw that she has lupus
and some other health issues.
Ally's under private medical care.
The best in the world.
Dr. Morrissey (O.S.): I'm thinking something
in Ally's phenotype
may be responsible for the misdiagnosis.
If I'm correct, her treatment for lupus
is exacerbating her symptoms.
I can run a battery of tests--
Jeff (O.S.): We'll have our own physician.
The transport's on the way.
They'll have some of her blood type on hand.
Now what can you tell me about this other girl?
The driver?
Dr. Morrissey (O.S.): I'm afraid she's unresponsive.
Maybe you can help.
I'm told we're having trouble finding her family.
Jeff (O.S.): I already have my people working on it.
(clanking and clattering)
You can't do this.
Yeah? Go on.
Call the cops.
This is what happens in the real world.
The rich get away with whatever they want,
and the rest of us don't matter.
You matter, Robbie.
You and your sister are on our radar now.
Come anywhere near the Brauns,
and we'll make sure you stay off the grid completely.
(laptop cracks)
(clatters)
What the fuck?
Thanks for not pressing charges.
Well, it's not a story any of us want getting out.
And that young lady has enough problems.
To say the least.
I can't trust anyone.
Hey, you can count on us.
That's right.
We will do anything and everything to protect you.
She doesn't have anyone looking out for her.
Ally, stop. She poisoned you.
I'm not excusing it.
I just wanna know that she'll be okay.
We will keep tabs on her progress.
But as far as you having any further contact with Brooke,
that is not happening.
You can agree that's for the best, right?
- Okay. Come here. - Yeah.
(heart monitor beeping)
Robbie: You're not fooling me.
I know you're just doing this for attention.
(sniffles) You got five minutes
to stop screwing around or I'm gone.
Please.
Come on, Brooke.
(rain pattering)
♪ foreboding music ♪
What--what happened?
Where...?
♪ foreboding music continues ♪
(dramatic sting)
(phone ringing)
This is Doctor Morrissey.
What can I do for you, Miss Braun?
I was just calling in to check on a friend, Brooke.
How is she?
Dr. Morrissey (O.S.): I'm sorry, Ally.
She is in a coma.
She is?
My question for you is how are you?
Did your medical team confirm my findings?
I never heard back from your parents.
Ally: I don't know.
What do you mean?
They didn't tell you?
Could you say that again?
(speaking in Russian)
When were you planning on telling me
I don't have lupus?
- I have to call you back. - Baby, you okay?
Honey, what happened? What's going on?
The doctor from the hospital said I was misdiagnosed.
- Relax, honey, take a breath. - He should not have called you.
I called him.
You knew this and you didn't tell me?
Ally, honey, when he made the observation,
we were confused and excited.
We didn't wanna tell you until we were absolutely sure
that he was right.
Your father sent your charts to five specialists
at four universities and a specialty clinic.
And?
Doctor Morrissey meant well.
But he's very young, he's inexperienced--
Arrogant and way out of his league.
He sounded pretty damn sure.
Well, he wanted to be your hero,
and I can't fault him for that.
Your mother and I have been trying to do the same thing
for the better part of ten years.
Ally, honey, I know that we should have told you,
but I just--I didn't wanna see you hurt again
by giving you false hope.
(footsteps receding)
(door slams)
Georgia: All we want is to make you happy.
Okay?
It's okay.
Jeff: All the reports from every specialist
that ever treated you.
It's all their findings and recommendations.
I don't need to see it.
I disagree.
I couldn't live with myself
if I let you get misdiagnosed on my watch.
(sniffles)
Let's go through everything.
I want you to be up to date and completely sure.
And if you feel the need to consult
with any of them personally, go ahead.
Dad, just go. Okay?
I overreacted.
Sorry I came in so hot.
Brooke, can you squeeze my hand now for me?
They keep her sick because she's the face
of their whole fake charity.
All those donations must go straight back
into their pockets,
and then they get kickbacks from the so-called specialists.
Billionaire bloodsuckers.
Robbie, you'll be pleased to know that the Brauns
have offered to pay for Brooke's recovery.
Man, something is just not right about these people.
Get some rest, bud.
We're doing everything we can for her.
Okay, wait. I think I actually figured it out.
What if they are a part of the Illuminati?
(keyboard clacking)
♪ mysterious music ♪
Evan. You're still here?
It's 2 a.m.
I know, I'm going.
(car beeps)
(distant car engine starts)
(car door thumps)
(loud thud)
Christ. Great.
Just great.
(over phone) We can have someone there to help you
in about two hours, sir.
- Seriously? - (over phone) Sorry, sir.
We're having a really busy night.
(car door thumps)
(gear squeaking)
Come on, come on.
(car door thumps)
Driver: Having some trouble there, friend?
Yeah, I got a stupid flat tire and don't know what I'm doing.
Well, let me give you a hand.
Thank you.
You're officially my lifesaver.
(grunts)
(skull cracks)
(metal clanks)
♪ foreboding music ♪
(car door thumps)
(insects chirping)
Georgia (O.S.): Good night, honey.
Sleep tight.
(door closes)
(spitting)
(toilet flushes)
♪ soft, suspenseful music ♪
♪ soft, suspenseful music continues ♪
(door latch clicks)
(door thumps)
Where did she go?
(over phone) I think I got something down by the gate.
(gasps)
(cellphone thuds)
(blender whirring)
Woah. Woah. Woah. Woah.
Hey. Slow down, sport.
We're not in danger of running out
of vegan breakfast burritos, okay?
Can I have another, Margita?
These are amazing.
Okay.
Honey, don't tax your system.
Did you take your pills today?
Mm-hm.
(water gurgling)
♪ unsettling music ♪
You're looking good tonight, Ally.
I see a lot of color in your face.
Got some sun today by the pool.
You know UV rays cause your rashes to flare up.
I mean, are you trying to damage your cells,
trigger another immune system shutdown?
- Ally: No, Mom-- - Do you wanna add kidney failure
to your long list of ailments?
Okay.
I'll make sure to take it easy and stay inside tomorrow.
Good.
(toilet flushing)
(spits)
- (spits) - (dramatic sting)
(vomiting)
Brooke (O.S.): Ally? Ally!
Ally, wake up!
Wake up!
Ally, wake up! Ally, please.
Wake up! I need you to wake up, Ally.
Robbie.
(Robbie snoring)
Where-- where's Ally?
(snorts) What?
Where's Ally? Where is she?
Uh, I don't know.
♪ soft, unsettling music ♪
Georgia (O.S.): What's the matter, baby?
You're not hungry?
I can make you something else.
This is fine. Thank you.
♪ soft, unsettling music ♪
(coughing, vomits)
(toilet flushing)
(over phone) Your call cannot be completed as dialed.
Please hang up and try your call--
(keyboard clacking)
New WiFi password?
♪ soft, unsettling music ♪
Georgia: We have been waiting for you for so long,
and all we wanna do
is make you comfortable and happy.
Okay?
Jeff: Ally, we need you to know we'll always be here
no matter what.
Where did that door come from?
Crap. It says her phone's out of service.
Or she changed her number to avoid your stalker ass.
You gonna finish that juice box?
Dude, I need to get out of here.
No doubt.
Can't even imagine your medical bill.
Forget college.
You'll be paying off this little coma vacay
till you're 60.
- (slurps) - I'm serious.
Ally's in trouble.
Please help me out here.
♪ soft piano music ♪
Is everything okay, sweetheart?
You barely touched your dinner.
I'm still not feeling so good.
I think I'm gonna hit the sack early.
Probably wise.
♪ soft piano music ♪
(toilet flushing)
♪ soft, tense music ♪
(door latch clicks)
(soft footsteps)
♪ soft, tense music ♪
(door hinges creak)
Ally: Ugh. It was right here.
♪ soft, tense music ♪
(button beeps)
(door whirring, opens)
♪ dramatic music ♪
Mm, my birthday.
(button beeping)
(long beeping)
Anniversary.
(button beeping)
(long beeping)
(video static)
(button beeping)
(security keypad beeps)
♪ soft, suspenseful music ♪
(distant clanks, whirs)
♪ rhythmic suspenseful music ♪
(dramatic sting)
(gasps)
♪ ominous music ♪
(clanks)
♪ dramatic, tense music ♪
(screams)
I think that's our Uber over there.
(dramatic sting)
That's my blood in your veins, isn't it?
You're both monsters.
Once you're a little less emotional,
you will recognize we're actually pretty awesome parents.
But you, Ally, you are one in a million.
One in 220,000,000.
That is how precious your blood is.
We only charge 200K a pint.
You're good.
You lied to me all these years.
You do have drug-induced lupus.
Why would you do that to me?
Honey, with your blood phenotype,
the chance of you developing an autoimmune disorder
is better than 50-50 absent any treatment.
We put you on antibiotics to keep you compliant.
Let me the fuck out of here!
Hey, hey.
The things you can do...
the people whose lives you've already changed...
You're a goddamn miracle.
We just wanna share that with the world.
How old do you think I am?
I don't care.
Fifty-seven.
I'm 63.
And it's not from healthy eating
or clean living or Botox.
It's all because of your golden blood.
Don't touch me.
Should give her a sedative.
I'm so stupid.
I thought you were trying to cure me.
Ally, honey, you are the cure.
(insects chirping)
(distant car revving)
(waves splashing)
Thanks, man. Have a good one.
I know we're not scaling that fence.
Nonsense.
While you were in a coma, I trained to become
a level-10 parkour master.
There's only two guards.
Only two?
There's gotta be another way inside.
You wait here. This might take a while.
(blows raspberry)
All those poor people you pretended to care for,
it was bullshit!
We are helping some people.
We can't save everyone.
But we can save the people who matter.
(groaning)
Jeff: Ally!
Ally! Get back here!
Ally!
♪ rhythmic suspenseful music ♪
(waves splashing)
♪ soft, foreboding music ♪
(footsteps approaching)
Ally! You okay?
What are you doing out here?
Help me. Please.
Jeff (O.S.): She's gotta be down here.
Where's she gonna go?
Over here, guys.
Come on. Quick.
Security Guard 2: Clear.
She's not here.
Jeff: She's down here. Search the beach.
Here they come. Stay down.
Okay, I think they're gone.
Jeff: Try the North Side.
Ally!
Check the rocks.
Brooke: Where'd you get all this new energy?
So I'm thinking we take one of my parents' cars?
With your folks' contacts, I doubt you'll get very far.
We should call the cops or the press.
They own both. Plus, there's no time.
We need to handle this here and now.
So your blood is a fountain of youth?
They've been storing it under the gym for a decade.
The whole bullshit business
is built on selling pints to billionaires.
Like Paul Rudd.
I hate the idea that they're gonna live long,
happy lives, all thanks to me.
Let's make sure that doesn't happen.
Robbie, hold down the fort.
(door buzzes, whirs)
(button beeping)
(security pad beeps)
Brooke: We gotta hurry.
They don't know where we are.
♪ unsettling music ♪
(dramatic sting)
♪ ominous music ♪
(wet squelching)
♪ distant Russian classical music ♪
Do you hear music?
♪ distant Russian classical music ♪
Look over here.
(voice on laptop) You are the point 001%.
I've seen this before.
This is the--
That's the island. Elysium.
Maybe we should just get out of here.
(distant thud)
Where did that come from?
I don't know.
Come on. Let's go.
What the fuck is that?
(dramatic sting)
♪ foreboding music ♪
Don't move.
(speaking in Russian)
Oh my god.
(speaking in Russian)
We don't want anything. We're just--
(speaking in Russian)
Allison.
He knows your name.
(speaking in Russian)
What's he saying?
You must have picked up some Russian.
(speaking in Russian)
I got evil and scientist.
- Uh-huh. That checks out. - Yep.
Go. Go. Go.
Security Guard 2 (over phone): I'm in the house.
Jeff: Go. Meet me in the tunnels.
Come on. Pick up.
(phone ringing)
Pick up.
Security guard 1 (O.S.): Sir, we're in.
I'll take that.
What the hell is that?
I think...
that's me.
(dramatic sting)
Brooke: This is how they're gonna change the world.
They're fucking franchising me.
(speaking in Russian)
(grunting)
(speaking in Russian)
(grunts)
(speaking in Russian) (grunts)
(speaking in Russian)
(grunts)
(loud thudding)
(water pouring)
♪ foreboding music ♪
(speaking in Russian)
(screams)
(Dr. Volker panting)
(Dr. Volker sobs)
(wrench clanks)
(Dr. Volker speaking in Russian)
(shouts in Russian)
- Gotcha. - Stay back!
Put that down, Ally, or so help me...
Fuck you. You're a monster.
- Let her go. - Honey, honey, honey.
Take it easy. You're acting crazy.
We're crazy?! We just offed your backup Ally.
That was a serious mistake.
I will cut my own throat before I go back
to being whatever the hell I was.
Jeff (O.S.): Okay. You made your point.
Ten minutes. That's all that I ask.
You can hold on to your knife.
I just wanna talk.
Georgia (O.S.): I'll take Brooke upstairs.
It's okay. It's okay.
Georgia (O.S.): You can go. I'll watch them.
(phone keys beep, phone trills)
Security Guard 2 (over phone): Ma'am?
- Have the jet ready on standby. - Understood.
Oh, and I'll need to dispose of some trash
before we take off.
We'll be ready.
(whispers) How'd it go?
Okay, I guess.
Messed up the evil doctor... destroyed some clones.
What?
I actually never wanted to be a father.
I didn't think I'd do a very good job at it.
Yeah, and you were right.
And at the ripe old age of 53,
there I was, reading you bedtime stories...
teaching you how to tie your shoes...
♪ piano somber music ♪
Ally...
you've brought me more joy than you could ever imagine.
I've never cared about someone as much as I care about you.
Come here.
Stop it. God--!
You really are insane.
Ally, stop it. No. No.
Do not do that.
Come here.
I am your father.
Give your dad a hug.
I'm not your daughter.
- Stop. - Get off me.
- Stop it. Stop. - Leave me alone.
- Jeff: Come here. - Ally: Stop it.
Stop. I love you. Please stop!
Ally: Get off me. (strains)
(grunting)
(breathing heavily)
Jeff.
(footfalls receding)
(mouths) What the fuck.
- (grunts) - (knife clanks)
(grunts, coughing)
God. Dad, I didn't mean to--
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
I'm sorry. I'll go get help.
No.
Stay here with me.
I'm sorry.
Dad? Dad?!
(sobs) Daddy!
Georgia: Jeff!
What did you do?
What did you do?!
There's a pulse. There's a pulse.
Ally, help--help your dad.
Help him. He needs you.
Sorry. Blood bank's closed.
♪ foreboding music ♪
Ally. Ally, listen to me.
Don't you dare walk away from me.
(water splashes)
(gasping for air)
(water splashing)
(overlapping grunting)
♪ suspenseful music ♪
(straining)
(screams)
(dramatic sting)
(straining)
♪ suspenseful music continues ♪
(water gurgles)
(Ally straining)
(dramatic sting)
(water splashes)
(panting)
Fuck her and my limitations.
Ah!
(overlapping grunting)
(knife slashes)
(gasping for air, grunting)
(knife clanks)
(water dripping)
(footsteps)
As the Brauns' sole heir, you two work for me now.
Now go clean the fucking pool.
♪ unsettling music ♪
(muffled upbeat music and laughter)
Seems like yesterday my loving parents
ascended to the heavens
after that tragic yachting accident.
They may be gone,
but their spirit continues to inspire me every day.
Soon, the lush island of Elysium will be the home
to the greatest youth medical facility on earth,
welcoming all children,
no matter their financial status or illness.
Braunnovations 2.0's advances in the medical field
have already made great strides in curing cancer, diabetes--
Lupus.
All thanks to this beautiful woman's blood, sweat, and tears.
At least one of those things.
Security Guard 1: Excuse me, Ms. Braun.
You have a call.
Thank you.
Hello, this is Allison.
♪ unnerving music ♪
Hey Al, it's Rob.
I'm at the site.
Breathtaking.
It's patient zero.
What's going on?
Robbie (O.S.): Listen, when we opened the silo,
we found something.
I don't know how to-- it's a complication.
Robbie, are we talking a little hiccup
or something more substantial?
I'd say it's pretty darn substantial.
(dramatic thud)
♪ ominous music ♪
("She's Like a Shot" by Cop Shoot Cop)
♪ She must have opened me up ♪
♪ And messed with something inside my skull ♪
♪ Tell me now, what did you find ♪
♪ Inside that desolate hole? ♪
♪ Crouched with my head in my hands ♪
♪ Shake to the sound of a car alarm ♪
♪ I want it understood ♪
♪ I'm trying to be good ♪
♪ She ♪
♪ She's like ♪
♪ She's like a shot ♪
♪ She's like a shot in the arm ♪
♪ Guess every vice has its price ♪
♪ You don't get by on your charm for long ♪
♪ I think I've seen the light ♪
♪ I sing a different song ♪
♪ A hundred pictures of shame ♪
♪ Busted shards all around the car ♪
♪ Yeah, when I'm all messed up ♪
♪ When I feel like giving up ♪
♪ She ♪
♪ She's like ♪
♪ She's like a shot ♪
♪ She's like a shot in the arm ♪
♪ She found the hole in my heart ♪
♪ She found the crack in my wall ♪
♪ Crawled in through a hole in my heart ♪
♪ She busted me out of that head ♪
♪ She found the hole in my heart ♪
♪ She found the crack in my wall ♪
♪ Crawled in through a hole in my heart ♪
♪ She busted me out of that head ♪
♪ She ♪
♪ She's like ♪
♪ She's like a shot ♪
♪ She's like a shot in the arm ♪
♪ She ♪
♪ She's like ♪
♪ She's like a shot ♪
♪ She's like a shot in the arm ♪
♪ She ♪
♪ She's like ♪
♪ She's like a shot ♪
♪ She's like a shot in the arm ♪
♪ She ♪
♪ She's like ♪
♪ She's like a shot ♪
♪ She's like a shot in the arm ♪
♪ She ♪
♪ She's like ♪
♪ She's like a shot ♪
♪ She's like a shot in the arm ♪
♪
♪ dramatic music ♪