(cartoon music playing over TV)
♪ ♪
(crying)
(door closes)
Comfort her. Her mom just got killed.
BECKY: Jessica, what happened?
(door opens)
-(sobbing) -Okay.
What?
Fuck.
♪ ♪
-(helicopter whirring) -Let's get them down.
(indistinct chatter)
Charlotte?
♪ ♪
I had hoped that this flu would never leave Peru.
I had hoped that it would never come to the United States.
Or anywhere, really. But now...
-(Jessica growls) -REPORTER: That was Dr. Michael Stearns
on-site at the quarantine zone in St. Louis...
-More fucking puzzles. -...which is now being
taken down.
So finally, some good news there.
-(glass clinks, thuds) -It appears a vaccine has indeed
been discovered. We'll have more information
on this as it comes in. In the meantime,
now back to the studio.
ANCHOR: As the quarantine zone gets dismantled...
No. Jessica.
They're upset.
Now that we have the whole thing,
we are finally gonna make some sense of this.
Together.
Right, Wilson?
Yeah.
(quietly): Three.
WILSON: (clears throat) Okay.
Uh, just, uh, broad strokes here.
Uh, Dystopia was really Doctor Daddy's story.
Utopia, so far, it seems it's Jessica's,
and it is a classic hero's...
Just say what the fuck it means.
I don't like puzzles. I am one.
I was about to get there.
(mumbles): I mean, nothing special.
But I have to say, Jessica, yes, you are the puzzle,
but we're the puzzle solvers.
We can ask the right questions.
You have the only answers.
Remember how Artemis said to burn Home to the ground?
Well, now we know why.
Home is all sorts of fucked up.
♪ ♪
(low growl)
-(chittering) -IAN: Jesus Christ.
There were children in those crates?
WILSON: Jessica, do you remember this?
JESSICA: There were kids at home,
but I didn't play with them.
I was my dad's special girl.
WILSON: Special?
Jessica, you were gassed.
JESSICA: I was special. I was protected.
(children's laughter echoing)
(whimpering)
(heart beating)
(screaming)
(filtered breathing)
They hurt you.
No.
That is a lie.
IAN: So what is the true version of Home?
WILSON: Home is dark and nasty, like in Dystopia,
until Jessica kills Mr. Rabbit.
The perfect Home is the ending.
What happens once Mr. Rabbit is dead.
So, how does she find Home so she can kill Mr. Rabbit?
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
Hmm?
I'm so sorry.
I had to make you remember.
What do I do?
FAIRY: Find home.
How?
With the monster.
IAN: So the blue fairy wants us to find a monster.
That shouldn't be difficult
-to spot. -Now...
answers are in here, and we are gonna find it.
(laughs)
Right, team?
(snoring softly)
(applause)
DALE: Excuse me. Excuse me.
Thanks. Thank you all.
Thanks.
(overlapping chatter)
MAN: Aw, this is amazing.
We need to get to the car.
(reporters clamoring)
Excuse me. Coming through.
Excuse me.
-Baby... -I'll do it.
Thank you.
Thank you all so much.
Your support means everything.
My sweet little dad thanks you, too.
He's just too shy to say so.
-(soft laughter) -Uh, I have to go home now.
"Bed rest." (chuckles)
But keep up the pressure.
Tell the FDA to free the vaccine.
Thank you all! Thank you. I have to get my daughter home now.
-(reporters clamoring) -Charlotte,
-do you have a boyfriend? -Excuse me, please.
Charlotte!
REPORTER: Do you have any more symptoms?
Why are you rushing me?
Lily, you are supposed to be the face of the cure.
Not the voice. Stop talking.
I'm selling the vaccine for you.
You being alive sells the vaccine.
You being a person makes people interested... in you.
(engine starts)
MAN: Follow them!
(sirens wailing)
-Find anything yet? -(sighs)
I've got nothing.
No Undoing, no Rabbit, no Home.
I mean, I'm good, but I'm not one-flip-through good.
If I could solve this after one flip,
I wouldn't even want to solve it.
Hell, I wouldn't even be here.
Could this be it?
-Diels? -Mm-hmm.
WILSON: Now, on a second flip,
I have been known to uncover quite a bit, I tell you.
(laughs)
Diels.
I didn't think a virus would be pretty.
-Wait, wait, wait, wait. -Oh.
(whispers): What about...?
This is the biggest fuck-you to Diels I can think of.
(whispers): Shirt...
(groaning and panting)
Oh, fucking pillow.
(both laugh)
(Ian groans)
Shit...
(both panting)
-Shit. -Okay.
Here. Here. Here. (gasps)
(gasps) Oh.
(both panting)
(moans)
Ah!
(both breathing shakily)
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was... -(exhales)
-(laughs) -That was fast.
Everything before you come is wasted time, anyway.
(laughs)
(both chuckling)
(indistinct chatter)
-(loud, overlapping shouting) -(cameras clicking)
Dr. Mike!
Dr. Mike is here.
No-no-no, no. Lily! Do not let him in this house!
-Lily! -Dr. Mike.
-Ah. -Welcome to our home.
-Come in. -Oh, thank you.
Hi. How-how are you? You-you look good.
-Hi. Hi. -Oh, thank you. I'm-I'm better.
-You feeling okay? -Yes, thank you.
♪ ♪
(muttering quietly)
Fuck. A. Duck.
Hey, you guys, I me-- Oh, my...!
-Oh! -Oh, sh...
-(stammering) -IAN: It's all good.
-It's all good. -WILSON: Oh, shit. Uh-huh.
Pretend I... wasn't here.
Ow! Shit!
(chuckles)
I, uh... I-I-I got a lead,
and-and it's big.
-Okay. Thank you. -Yeah, okay, we'll be right out.
WILSON: Right, right. No, take-take your time.
But hurry!
This is why she said no fucking.
-Oh, my God! -Oh, my God! -WILSON: All right.
All right, all right, all right.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Sam's page in Utopia.
Candy stripes on a deer. That's not Christmas,
-that's not a deer. -That was not a conversation.
That's-that's the red and white of the Peruvian flag,
which-- what do you know-- has a llama.
And, um, now, the-the wings?
Bat wings.
Hello?
Peruvian bat flu. So nice to see you again,
The Undoing. And Mr. Rabbit in a straitjacket?
Clearly, The Undoing undoes him, right?
It exposes him, it unfurls him...
Wilson, you are miles ahead.
Will you catch the slackers up?
Voluntary celibacy sharpens the mind, Becky.
Now... who's on every channel, talking...
and talking...
and talking about his flu from Peru,
practically screaming at us?
Mr. Fucking Rabbit.
Hi, Mike.
Gotcha, Mike.
Okay, I'll give you the Peru stuff.
But Dr. Stearns being Mr. Rabbit?
He doesn't exactly strike me as a super villain.
(chuckles) Uh, yeah, well, I guess
I wouldn't expect two people who think this whole thing is
one big romantic romp, a, uh...
a couple skates around the roller rink,
to actually grasp the depths
of what Utopia is at its fucking core.
BECKY: Dr. Mike isn't Mr. Rabbit.
He is the llama that Mr. Rabbit rides.
He's being controlled by Mr. Rabbit.
(slurping) Hmm.
(exhales) Well, it must feel so good just being back at home.
It feels so wonderful.
I never thought I'd see home again.
-Mm-hmm. -MICHAEL: Mm-hmm.
-A return to normalcy. -(Michael chuckles)
You know, I'd like to stay in town
and oversee Charlotte's recovery personally.
Of course, Dr. Mike.
As far as I'm concerned, my only purpose is...
We're grateful for your help, Dr. Mike, but I...
I don't want my daughter turned into a lab rabbit.
I just want her to be a normal teenage girl.
Dad!
I assure you, she'll still be a normal teenage girl...
Dr. Christie knows where we are.
(chuckles) You know? The CDC knows where we are.
The whole world, unfortunately, knows where we are.
We've made extraordinary sacrifices so far.
We've-we've done everything that's been asked of us.
And now it needs to end. I-I just want it to end.
(phone vibrating)
Excuse me. It's, uh, CDC.
Charlotte, why don't you tell Dr. Mike about
your interest in ballet?
I began ballet when I was three.
Maybe it was just because of the tutus. (giggles)
Uh, how-how long have you and your dad, um...?
But I soon became infatuated with it.
Last year, I finally went en pointe.
How long have you and your father lived in this house?
About... 15 or nine months, maybe?
I don't know. Time flies.
Huh.
Would you like to see me go en pointe?
Uh... actually, could I use your restroom?
Um... (laughs softly)
DALE: She let Dr. Mike in the house.
And she led the media right to our doorstep.
You realize it's the wrong twin.
CHRISTIE: Why would you say that?
Charlotte was the good girl.
Lily won't listen to me.
And our story is not gonna hold up to serious scrutiny.
We can't withstand all this media attention.
I'll handle Dr. Mike. You hang tight.
(toilet flushing)
NEWSCASTER: Fear in the hearts of many parents tonight
as the deadly Stearns flu continues
to strike school-aged children across the country's heartland.
Children as young as seven years old...
♪ ♪
-DALE: Find everything? -Oh!
Just a...
a glass of water?
(exhales)
So, uh, tell me about your work, Dale.
Nah.
My work is pointless.
Purposeless.
(phone vibrating)
Oh.
Uh... hello?
Yeah.
I can get back to Chicago right away.
Absolutely, I can make time for Dr. Christie.
(exhales) Dr. Christie needs me.
We all need you.
NEWSCASTER: As the Stearns flu has now
been declared a national pandemic,
thousands of protesters around the nation
are demanding the FDA approve the vaccine.
THOMAS: The flu is spreading,
but we still need to keep our eye on the ball.
'Cause losing Cara left a big hole.
And I think we should go with...
-a woman. -Right.
Or at least a "diversity," just because Cara was the only
-la... -(glass cracks)
(crickets chirping)
That was a little louder than it needed to be, don't you think?
I found Jessica Hyde.
Where is she?
I found Utopia.
Where is Utopia?
It's with Jessica Hyde.
-Yes, I know. -(grunts)
It's all right. I understand.
CHRISTIE: Thomas!
Go to your room, now.
Now.
Give Arby back his rock.
You looked at Utopia?
I asked you not to.
Surprises me.
You've always been a boy of... limited curiosity.
You saw something in Utopia that upset you?
Where did I come from?
What do you remember?
Uh...
I just remember Home.
That's where you're from.
We needed you, so we made you.
But... you didn't love me.
Love was contraindicated in your case, Arby.
-I don't... -Love was not your purpose,
so it was withheld from you.
But not Jessica.
And look how that turned out.
Mixed signals we gave her, and look at her life now.
No friends, no family.
Running all the time.
You want that?
You have an enviable consistency in your life
that few enjoy, Arby.
What's my name?
I've always been honest with you.
And I want you to keep that fact
in the center of your mind.
-Can you do that? -Mm-hmm.
I'm afraid Arby was a bit of a nasty joke.
You always loved those raisins, so, R.B., Raisin Boy.
I can't remember your real name. I'm not sure you even had one.
R.B.
Arby. R.B.
I understand that you had a shock.
And I forgive you. Once.
But you will do what you were born to do, Arby.
You will respect your purpose.
Or you can't belong anymore.
And how would you survive out on your own?
You wouldn't, I'm afraid.
(lock clicks)
(birds chirping)
(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
-(indistinct chatter) -(hammering)
(power saw whirring)
(insects chirping)
(horn blaring)
(gasps) Oh! Oh.
Oh, where am I?
You're home, and you haven't slept
-in 24 hours. -Oh.
-Oh, God. -Just drove through the night.
(sighs) Oh.
Baby, you've only been asleep two hours. Oh.
Wait. Kevin Christie.
He-he wanted me to...
I need to, uh... He wanted me...
Oh, that's weird. He cancelled.
He was so insistent
-that I come. -It's for the best.
-Look at you. You're beat. -Uh, I know.
Oh, wait. The flu.
-Still spreading? -Uh-huh.
Knoxville, and now Cleveland.
-Oh, God. -But there's nothing
anyone can do until the FDA frees the vaccine.
Huh. Frees the vaccine.
Kevin Christie is so good with that
-peppy propaganda. (laughs) -Michael, you're exhausted.
NEWSCASTER: ...from around the country from concerned parents
and scientists, the movement was given
an emotional jolt today when Dale Warwick
committed suicide this morning;
father of Charlotte Warwick,
the sole survivor of the flu epidemic.
What the fuck?
CHRISTIE: Well, if I recall,
I thought you said...
he was sturdy.
We thought Dr. Stearns was timid,
we thought that Lily was obedient,
we thought Arby was emotionless,
and yes, we thought that Dale was sturdy.
The best predictor for future behavior is past behavior.
You taught me that, but humans are tricky.
Seven years of planning and it comes down to that:
-humans are tricky. -What do you want me to do?
-(beep) -CHRISTIE: Dale felt like everyone's TV dad.
People are gonna be mourning. Reporters are gonna be digging.
We need to build him an entire life story by lunchtime.
Life, career, poignant details.
I want to know who he lost his virginity to
and what song was playing when he came in two hours.
(clapping)
Okay. Dale Warwick.
The media's looking for this man who wasn't there.
-And we have about two hours. -(whistles)
Yeah. Okay, so we need
to buy ourselves time while we go to work.
Everything has to hold up to scrutiny.
Lily-- she can be useful here.
Use her as interference.
♪ ♪
(spraying)
(blows)
(garbled radio transmission)
I'm ready for you now.
You can let the media in.
The past 24 hours...
to go from the amazing joy of coming back to life
to suffering my father's death...
it's all too much for me.
(clicks)
Wait a minute here.
I was in St. Louis yesterday.
Yes.
And yesterday, none of that--
the pillows, the gewgaws-- was there.
And there was nothing on the walls, either.
So he had company and realized
the place needed some sprucing up.
No man on earth accessorizes
hours before they throw themselves in front of a semi.
Well, he wasn't in his right mind.
So he went to Bed Bath & Beyond?
DEREK: Okay, first up-- family history.
A wife and a mom and dad,
-all deceased. -THOMAS: So sad.
But happy for me 'cause I don't have
to cast family for a funeral.
Poignant details.
Maybe a foodie thing? Reporters love that shit.
Janey, I love that shit.
Chunky Monkey was his favorite ice cream.
Sit the fuck up.
STEVE: Where'd Dale grow up?
Houston. Massive population.
Hurricane fucked a lot of records.
And that brings us to career.
I mean, he had so much potential.
All those degrees on the wall, and Stanford Institute.
-Yeesh, that's an incredibly exclusive... -Yeah, I know.
That jackass told Stearns that, so we're kind of stuck with it.
Putting him in molecular biology at the Stanford Institute.
THOMAS: Keep the ball rolling.
Take the Adderall if you need it.
You know, I wonder if seeing an old classmate
solve the flu crisis--
you know, save his daughter when he couldn't--
I wonder if that's the thing that put Sad Dale over the edge?
Do we make that the theme?
Ladies and gentlemen, we make that the theme.
(quiet chatter)
Okay, let's get this trending.
Dale Warwick narrative.
Poor, poor girl. Sad face.
Hashtag Daddy Dale was a genius,
but the dude had a flameout.
He sees his college classmate be a hero.
Okay? And that really messed this dude up.
Real animal companion situation.
Truck emoji, Grim Reaper emoji, crying cat emoji.
Don't forget, we need to... disrupt!
So get on your hustle. Go ham, go home. Right?
Let's do this; I want this trending in five minutes.
Have fun and get to work.
And superspecial assignment.
I need immediate online profiles for the following characters:
Gene Culacek, Emily Nowak and Andrew Katz.
Boom, boom, boom.
MICHAEL: Look at this.
Hello, Mister...
Andrew Katz.
(typing rapidly)
(ringing)
(phone ringing)
This is Andrew.
Uh... Andrew Katz?
You got him.
Yeah, the... This is, uh...
This is Dr. Michael Stearns calling.
-Flu doctor! -And...
Saved Dale's girl.
I-I didn't save her. The vaccine saved her, but,
listen, I was looking at your blog post,
and I was just wondering, how long did you know Dale?
Oh, sheesh... about 25 years.
I just can't believe it.
Well, I mean, I can.
Dale was always... (clears throat)
Yes?
I'm not speaking ill of him.
No. No, I understand. Wh-What is it?
Dale never achieved what we all thought he would.
Nerves, depression, I don't know.
He always felt he didn't add up.
I'm not trying to put any guilt on you,
but I wonder if seeing you, one of his old classmates,
swoop in and save his daughter when he couldn't...
Might be hard for a man like him.
Thank you for your time, Mr. Katz.
(children laughing, shouting nearby)
Let's go.
IAN: Not exactly an upgrade.
(sighs)
JESSICA: We keep moving.
Artemis said always keep moving.
WILSON: I miss the mansion.
Hey, let's go check out the rest of the house.
It'll be fun.
Alice?
I won't stay here.
GRANT: What do you mean?
I want my mom.
(sniffles)
I want my house... and my bed.
I want everything back.
-I'm going home. -JESSICA: That's not how this works.
You're never going home again.
I'll go home if I want.
Sit down.
I'll leave if I want!
(grunts)
(whimpering)
No! Stop!
(groaning)
-Jessica! -WILSON: Whoa, whoa!
Stop, stop. She's just a child.
-She's just a child! -No. Please!
Please.
-(handcuffs jangle) -IAN: What are you doing?
-(yelps) -BECKY: Jessica, stop!
WILSON: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Get off me! Ah!
Let me go, you skinny shit!
-Fuck you, you braided twat. -(cries out)
Jessica, stop. You're hurting her.
-(Alice groaning) -(handcuffs clanging)
What happened with Dale?
Dale never reached his full potential.
Anxiety, depression.
He just...
He always felt like he didn't add up.
Wait.
Something is wrong here.
She just said almost word for word
what Andrew Katz said to me.
And it's almost word for word with other stories
that are out there on the Internet.
I mean, there is "on message"
and then there is scripted.
It's like we're being sold a whole package,
which is Dale Warwick, so we won't investigate him
any further to see who this man really is.
(typing rapidly)
Michael, you're really scaring me.
What?
You're doing that thing that you did before.
The manic behavior, the paranoia.
No, no! This... No. This time it's different.
That's what you said last time, and suddenly,
we were checking into a mental hospital.
But this time, I'm right!
Dale and whoever else
are killing children... intentionally.
But why... and how?
I mean, this virus is really spreading wide.
From Alabama to St. Louis to Knoxville.
But... it has traveled quickly, too.
And killed quickly.
There's not enough time for patient A
to have spread this from city to city.
It's like... it's being delivered.
To children!
Children.
No, no, that's enough. No, that's enough. Stop.
-No, honey, I need to... -Stop! Stop!
-I have to investigate... -No, you... No!
You are exhausted!
Okay?
-I'm worried about you. Come on! -Okay.
(handcuffs clanging)
I brought you something to read.
♪ ♪
Give me some scissors.
-Here, hang on. -(pages rustling)
Cut it.
Are you...?
Cut it off.
-Go! -Okay.
That bitch is never gonna have me by the braid again.
Thanks for the comic.
Now you're talkin'. I'll be right back.
♪ ♪
Okay, let me
-tuck you in. All right? -Okay.
-Like a little snuggle bunny. -Mm, so tired. (grunts)
-Oh. It feels good, right? -It feels good.
-(laughing) -Yeah, I know, I know.
All right, baby.
-I love you. -(chuckling)
(moaning softly)
(door closes)
Jessica!
(quietly): That's right.
You ready? Oh, you are ready.
Take a look at this.
The asylum photo.
I was looking at it again, and, oh, what do you know?
Mr. Fucking Rabbit!
My dad?
Hmm.
JESSICA: Wait.
That's Dr. Mike.
IAN: So he was in the asylum with Jessica's dad?
WILSON: (clears throat) Look.
This picture was taken two days before the asylum burned down.
But somehow...
Dr. Mike survived.
IAN: Hang on.
If Dr. Mike is Mr. Rabbit, why would he
sneak into the asylum?
Because Mr. Rabbit needs time to talk to Jessica's dad
before he kills him--
-see what else he put out there! -(Becky wheezing)
-The ultimate exit interview. -Yeah.
Then he burned the whole place down just in case Jessica's dad,
you know, shared info with anyone else.
(grunting softly)
Dr. Mike is Mr. Rabbit.
Told you. Told you!
(winces) Ow.
Oh, shit!
-She can't breathe. -WILSON: Wha-What's happening?
-IAN: She has Diels. -WILSON: Diels?
She can't breathe!
-Becky? -(silverware clattering)
(gagging)
Do something!
-What are you doing? -GRANT: Please.
No, no, no, no! What? Stop! No, no, no!
Let me fucking do it!
Holy fuck.
Oh, fuck.
-Shit! -GRANT: What? Oh, my God!
(gulps)
IAN: Oh. Oh, fuck.
Is that safe?
Have you done this before?
Is she breathing?
She's not breathing-- Becky? It's not working.
-GRANT: She's not breathing. -It's not... it's not working.
-Oh, my God. -I can't fix this.
IAN: What do you mean you can't fix this?! Jessica!
-GRANT: Fix her! -Jessica, take it out!
You have to fix it. You cut a hole in her throat!
GRANT: You!
You fix her! You're Jessica Hyde!
I can't fix this.
Yes, you can! Try again! You're Jessica Hyde!
So what, Grant?
Becky's dead.
Good people die, too.
(sobbing)
(sniffles, crying)
JESSICA: Here he is-- Dr. Mike.
Name and address right there on Google.
It's like he's begging to die.
Jesus fucking Christ!
(crying)
IAN:
You killed her.
You murdered her.
-(wheezing): Murdered who? -(gasps)
What is this?
-(all gasping) -Shit!
IAN: Shit!
You okay? Oh, shit, you're breathing.
(wheezing)
-WILSON: Oh. -GRANT: Oh, my God.
Becky, you're alive.
-IAN: It's okay. -Oh!
-I'm leaking. -No, no, no, no, no, no.
Jessica, where are you going?!
Becky just woke.
From the dead.
Good job.
Now get in the car.
(door opens)
Just wrap it around, wrap it around.
-Okay. -Put pressure on it, put...
Oh, you're... you're...
you're alive.
(typing rapidly)
LILY: To go from the amazing joy
of coming back to life...
to suffering my father's death.
It's all too much.
"Nature helps kids nurture."
Wait a minute.
(mouse clicking)
Holy fuck.
-Colleen! I've got it! -NEWSCASTER: And if you stand by,
-we've got some late-breaking news. -It's the pets!
-Right now... -It's the petting zoo!
-Those fuckers! Look! -Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Michael, Michael, Michael, look, look!
The FDA has freed the vaccine.
Parents across the United States can
-breathe a sigh of relief... -Oh, no, no, no, no!
This can't happen!
-The... -(phone vibrating)
Celebrations are sure to continue all night...
It's The New York Times.
Calling for a statement, I'm sure.
Look, it's the pets.
Honey, okay, I've figured out how they're spreading it.
-Michael, Michael, Michael. -Look, look...
I worry about you talking to the press in this state.
-Well, no, I'm not in any state. -No.
Parents finally have hope.
Your reputation? All you've worked for?
The-the safety of hundreds of thousands of children?
Exactly, which is why I can't say that I approve when I have
grave concerns about basically everyone involved in this.
I just don't want you to make a major decision
when you're working on two hours of sleep.
It's not like I'm gonna go to sleep and then
I'm gonna wake up cured of my belief.
No, I am going to say to all the world that I believe
something ominous is happening with the FDA
and the CDC
-and-and Dale Warwick... -(phone ringing)
NEWSCASTER: ...the Nobel Prize. And there you have it,
the latest update on the vaccine, which also...
Baby?
-I have to. -Michael?
Please.
Baby, you've always told me to stand my ground.
Right?
To believe in myself.
This is that time.
(phone continues ringing)
Uh...
(sniffles) I love you.
I have to tell the world that they need to keep a close eye...
(shouts) Oh! Oh!
(grunts)
COLLEEN: No.
You won't.
(phone continues ringing)
♪ ♪