The Imperfects (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

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He's alive! He's alive! Oh, fuck!
Where's Sarkov?
Where is he, you monsters?!
Abbi. Abbi. Abbi.
That guy just came back from the dead.
It sure looked that way.
Dr. Burke! You need to check Tilda's neck!
Tilda, can you breathe?
Great.
This isn't possible.
Well, now we know
what his side effect is. Was. Is.
Dr. Sarkov wanted all this,
but not resurrection?
No, Alex always considered resurrection
to be gauche.
He's not wrong. Most of the scientists
actively researching resurrection
and immortality tend to have issues.
How many scientists are trying
to unlock the key to immortality?
More than you'd think.
Well, what about us?! Are we immortal?
You really wanna find out?
I'm good.
Look. His heart.
No, no, no! We need to stop this!
- No! No!
- Decapitation worked in Highlander!
This isn't Highlander! We don't know
if decapitation will have any effect.
Look at the guy!
We need to draw blood and run
tests to see what we're dealing with
Mission accomplished.
Why don't you run from me? ♪
What are you wondering? ♪
What do you know? ♪
Why aren't you scared of me? ♪
Why do you care for me? ♪
When we all fall asleep
Where do we go? ♪
- It's nice of Tilda to help out.
- Her throat hurts.
She could've said something
before she cut off his head.
- It's like she thinks she's in charge.
- Really? That's your focus?
- Amongst other things.
- She solved the problem.
Are you always going to take her side
just because you have a crush on her?
- I don't have a crush on her.
- Right.
I'm not taking her side.
And I've got a girlfriend.
Okay.
Bury your friend ♪
Well
goodbye, um
dead guy.
We're sorry we never learned your name.
Or that we never had
a civilized conversation.
We would have asked you things like,
"Why are you at Sarkov's office?
Do you know where Sarkov is?
Why did you try to attack us?"
But we didn't.
We weren't your enemy.
Maybe we could have even helped you out.
So we are very sorry that we killed you.
Twice.
Technically three times.
You at the clinic, me at the lab,
Tilda also in the lab.
- Oh! But they were all in self-defense.
- Yeah. Yeah, that's right.
- It was all self-defense.
- Yeah. Exactly.
Okay.
Hey.
Looks like an old camera.
Dead guy was following us.
Creep-and-Peep was working
for Sarkov. It's his camera.
Actually that's my camera.
I wondered where that went.
That's the night you won the Gregor.
That's the Oscar for genetics.
Holy shit, it's Hannah Montana.
Wouldn't that make it
like the Grammy of genetics?
Not that Hannah Montana.
The one from the wellness programs.
Really annoying girl in the waiting room.
Sang the chorus to "Ordinary Girl"
all the time.
What if Sarkov stopped her pills?
Who knows what the stem cells
have done to her.
Probably developed
some sort of scowling syndrome.
We need to find her.
Does anyone remember her real name?
'Cause I don't.
"Heard H.M. complaining
to Dr. Burke about severe joint pain."
H.M. It couldn't be.
Abbi!
Hey, stranger.
Finally learned how to use a phone?
Hey, Dad.
Remember when I was diagnosed with AGDS
and I received
that experimental treatment?
I'd love to talk, but I'vegot
to get your sister to the stables.
Dressage practice.
You rag on me for never calling,
then blow me off to take your
replacement kid to horse-prancing class?
Good to know where I stand.
Dressage is an Olympic sport.
So is trampoline-jumping. Send money!
Don't worry. I'm not staying.
Why discuss your problem
when you can storm off in a pious rage?
What's to discuss?
You made the call. I'm out, Rose is in.
Start by telling me what's wrong
instead of shutting me out.
You want to hear how I can't sing a note
without shattering glass?
If you're gonna joke,
I got better shit to do.
Or how I heard you kicking me out
of my own band a block away?
Who even told you about Rose?
It's fucking Simon.
I told him I'd tell you.
I heard you discussing it!
"Rose, that was great.
Yeah, yeah, really fucking strong.
You're gonna save us from having
to audition for a new lead singer."
You have a bug in here?
I've got hyperacusis, dumbass.
It's like super-hearing.
But really annoying.
Great. Back to jokes.
Those pills I took
when I ran out, this happened.
My hearing is crazy sensitive,
and it's getting stronger.
You're making this shit up.
No, I'm not making this shit up.
Yes.
Your rock-hard abs are very distracting.
Holy shit.
Jerk.
Just let me be mad at you.
If it's the pills, then just get a refill.
They won't work anymore.
The guy who did this to me has fucked off.
We're trying to find him,
we don't know where to start.
Then So, what choice do we have?
Include me in the conversation.
Pretend it's a hard decision.
It is a hard decision.
Come on. And it's only temporary.
We all agreed to that.
And if it isn't temporary, then what?
I don't know.
- Where are you going?
- To get this fixed.
Come on.
Who's Hannah?
Hannah. She's a nobody.
Just one of the other patients
from the wellness program.
Is that who you were with yesterday?
No, I haven't seen her in years.
I bumped into guys from the program
when I was going for my meds.
And we were talking about Hannah
but we couldn't remember her name.
That's why you didn't come home
until this morning?
We thought about going for some beers.
And I should have called, and I apologize.
Apology accepted.
Wellness program, wellness program.
Come on, come on.
Great.
Great.
Hello?
Is anyone here?
Abbi, is that you?
Dr. Burke! Are you all right?
Yeah. I just I had a nightmare.
Sounded like a real bad one.
I just started this new medication.
For allergies.
The side effect seems to be
recurring nightmares.
- Trade you.
- In this one, my skull was bashed in.
My offer still stands.
Any luck with that patient list?
Weird. I thought I dreamt that.
The box?
You might wanna add sleepwalking
to that list of side effects.
Along with wishful thinking.
In my dream, the list was here.
Any luck?
I need to take my medication.
Maybe you shouldn't.
Not an option.
Okay, what's her problem?
She's having a deleterious reaction
to a new drug protocol.
- Layman's.
- She's having nightmares.
Trade you!
I'd be contributing
to the delinquency of a minor.
I'm legal in Mexico.
Close enough.
So all we have right now is a first name.
- Maybe.
- Her name is definitely Hannah.
A first name doesn't get me fixed,
doesn't stop my own band from firing me.
All things considered, we're doing well.
Careful with that spray, Abbi.
This wine is red.
No, Tilda's right. We've got nothing.
We need to find Sarkov, like fast.
I'm just tired of lying to my girlfriend.
- She's starting to get suspicious.
- We'll find Hannah.
- And Sarkov.
- And Sarkov.
- I'm sure.
- Look at that.
Abbi's glass is half full.
Meanwhile, my glass is half empty.
We could ask dead guy where Hannah is.
We need a Ouija board.
Actually, we don't.
Well, I can honestly say
this is not what I expected to be doing.
I've seen enough horror movies to know
that bringing back someone
from the dead is a bad idea.
Like, "machete through your chest" level
bad idea.
Come on, be positive.
All right.
I'm positive this is a bad idea.
Next time try to have your bad idea
before we bury the body.
There isn't gonna be a next time.
You guys sure about this?
Resurrection tends to get a little messy.
In the movies I've seen.
See? Dr. Burke agrees with me.
- What? This was your idea.
- No. It was my joke.
- It was your idea.
- Unless anyone has a better idea?
Then we resurrect dead guy.
How do you even know this will work?
His chest wound
continued to heal postmortem.
So I think that the odds are 50-50.
A sign his synthetic stem cells
are still active. May I?
- What's in the box?
- Please, stop!
Oh, my God.
Amazing.
You can feel the pull. Almost magnetic.
Never gonna unhear that.
Okay. Objectively speaking, this is cool.
It's not the word I'd use.
- You wanna get that?
- No, I'm good.
- How long is this gonna take?
- A while.
His entire head has to reattach.
- What do we do in the meantime?
- I'm gonna get a pizza.
- Hey!
- Hey.
Can't sleep?
You're kidding, right?
How can anyone sleep with all this noise?
Yeah.
I see the problem.
To you, this place is a tomb.
But I get everyone's stomach noises,
secret farts, muttering.
Like Burke, who's pissed at us
for having this conversation.
Please be quiet.
Some of us are trying to sleep.
The worst sound of all is the incessant
healing noise from dead guy's neck.
Like a clogged toilet in hell.
You still think this is a bad idea?
I think I want to find Sarkov.
And get fixed.
- You?
- Guy tried to kill me.
In all honesty,
I wouldn't mind if he stayed dead.
- Even if it meant never getting better?
- What do you gotta worry about?
All you do
is chain yourself to a radiator.
You can get on with your life.
Not sure how Darcy will react to that.
If nothing else, at least
you'd know for sure if it's true love
even if erased.
Like you and PJ?
Tell me about Darcy. What's she like?
Oh, she's just great.
We met at the first year of school.
She's a She's a painter.
Not what I asked.
She had some bad relationships before.
And she can be a little bit skittish.
And all my lying, even though I'm trying
to protect her, it doesn't help.
Maybe you should tell her the truth.
Did you tell PJ the truth?
I'm probably not the best person
to give relationship advice.
I think he's back.
I guess someone should go talk to him.
- Abbi!
- Abbi!
- The pain! Please! Please!
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
- Please!
Dr. Burke said I could give you this.
Is it better?
A bit.
It feels like my head got cut off.
What happened to me?
Um, we weren't properly introduced before.
I'm Abbi. And you are?
Where's Sarkov?
- What have you done with him?
- We
We don't know where he is.
Of course he bailed.
- God! Fuck!
- With your help, hopefully we'll find him.
Help you? You buried me alive.
You were dead.
Whatever Sarkov did to me
stops me from dying.
Really dying.
Somehow I can still feel the cold.
I could smell the wet earth. And the
The cardboard.
How did you and Sarkov even cross paths?
Saw his ad at the gym.
It claimed he was testing
a new muscle-enhancer.
Looked legit. He was paying cash.
It worked for a while.
I was stronger, faster.
I'd cut myself shaving,
it'd heal instantly.
Yeah, that sounds perfect.
The wound healed.
But the sting of the cut remained.
I told Sarkov about it.
That's when he started experimenting.
I see.
Why did you keep going back?
I didn't have a choice.
I needed him to fix me.
Why are you looking for him?
He experimented on me when I was younger.
And I need him to fix me now.
Good luck with that.
You don't know where he is, do you?
I was hoping you did.
What about that barista girl?
Hannah something?
What did Dr. Sarkov want with her?
You want something.
I want something.
That sounds fair.
I want you to kill me.
And do it properly this time.
If you promise me that
I'll tell you what I know.
You could help us find him.
I'm in constant pain.
I just want it to be over.
Yeah. Let me talk to the others.
One other thing!
- He wants it to be painless.
- Painless obliteration?
I'll think of something.
The world has enough monsters already.
You guys realize we're talking
about killing a man? Again.
- In exchange, we get what we want.
- Maybe.
Got any other ideas?
It's hard
to call it self-defense this time.
Think of it as assisted suicide.
It's legal in Washington State.
This is how
you don't kill your girlfriend.
At Sarkov's clinic,
there's a lab in the back.
He's got a laptop
withallyourinformation on it.
Everything you need is there.
No! We don't want to draw any attention.
We're not supposed to be here.
After everything we've done,
we should draw the line at trespassing?
- Wanna talk about it?
- Talk about what?
- The reason you've ignored every text.
- It hasn't been every text.
Okay.
One of my closest friends
probably my closest,
he was exposed to my pheromones.
Seeing him overwhelmed like that,
I don't know if I could
look at him the same way.
I'm sorry that happened to you.
Yeah, so am I.
That's not a laptop.
Yeah. No, that thing's a relic.
It's gonna take a minute.
How's your neck?
It hurts 'cause of you.
What would you do
if you woke up on a table,
and discovered people
poking around inside your belly?
I wouldn't try
to kill some innocent bystander.
You attacked me with a table.
You attacked us first.
We're not the bad guys here.
Right. The good guys always
cut people open while they're unconscious.
Who does that? Just brings people
back to their house and cuts them open?
Scientists.
Fucking scientists.
Chains too tight?
It hurts.
Everywhere. All the time.
Thanks to Sarkov.
Yeah.
I've got hyperacusis because of him.
If you sneezed right now, it'd feel like
rocks slamming into the sides of my skull
while needles jab my eardrums.
Even with these on.
That fucking guy made all these promises.
He turned me into some undead freak.
That's why we're trying to find him,
so we can make him fix us.
Count your fingers
after you shake his hand.
I'm Tilda, by the way.
Yeah, I know.
I was stalking you, remember?
Doug.
You better not break my hand.
You better kill me.
Okay.
Oh, great. Now I'm sleep-medicating.
- Syd, what happened?
- What? Nothing, I had a nightmare.
- I'm fine.
- Must have been one hell of a nightmare.
I dreamt I took some medication
I wasn't supposed to.
Yeah, that's scary.
If you don't mind, I'm busy.
What? How are you
gonna take care of Doug?
- You mean dead guy?
- Yes, him.
I will euthanize him
with a massive dose of pentobarbital.
He'll become unconscious,
his heart and brain functions will cease.
He'll feel like he's falling asleep.
That's good. It sounds nice.
Then we'll dismember his body
and dissolve it in acid.
Acid?
Destruction at a cellular level
requires acid.
- Horrific.
- It's more effective than decapitation.
I cut his head off before I knew him.
Look, he still feels stuff
after he's dead.
I'm pretty sure he won't.
Oh. Okay,
and "We're getting 80% of the door."
You sound like a bar manager,
promises the band a huge cut of the door,
and you don't even give them 20%.
What happened to
"The world has enough monsters"?
What happened to keeping our promises?
- Is that something we discussed?
- Is it something we have to?
Look, Tilda,
if you have a better idea, I am all ears.
No offense.
- Finally.
- Look for "wellness program."
Yes.
- Nothing.
- Try searching your name.
- No.
- Try Tilda's.
- Um
- Your name.
There has to be something.
A lot of people misspell my name with a Y.
I'm sorry, but there's nothing here.
Just forget it. Let's go. Turn it off.
All right. We had a deal.
- Tilda, where is he?
- Volume.
Tilda? Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- Did he hurt you?
I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Juan.
Where is he, Tilda?
I let Doug go.
Who is Doug?
- Dead guy.
- What? Why would you do that?
- Because acid isn't painless.
- Nobody said it was.
Then why is that Burke's plan
for giving Doug a real death?
A real death for Doug
means total cellular destruction.
That means acid!
Wow, you sound just like Burke, literally.
You're an idiot!
What's her deal?
He lied about Sarkov's lab.
There was nothing there.
Juan? Just let him go.
- Please. He can't help us.
- We don't know about that.
I do.
Trust me, Juan. I do.
Oh, my God. There he is. Doug! No!
- You promised me a painless death.
- I know.
I know, sorry.
But we don't always get what we want.
Hey! Hey!
- At least tell us how to find Sarkov.
- I did tell you.
There was nothing in the lab.
Then I can't help you.
And you won't help me.
But But But Wait, wait, wait.
Is this about a death in acid?
At least it's on my terms.
This better be another nightmare.
It's a nightmare, all right.
At least it's over.
No, it's not.
Not by a long shot.
There are buckets in the shed.
Go get as many as you can.
Okay.
He's in a better place now.
He's in my septic system.
I meant that metaphorically.
We treated him like he was the monster,
but we're the monsters. I'm done.
Hey.
So you face one setback, you give up?
Doug's dead. Hannah's in the wind.
Sarkov's the biggest question mark.
- Now's the perfect time to give up.
- Tilda's right.
No. She's not.
What Alex did to you was unconscionable,
but it's not irreversible.
- You believe that?
- I have to believe that.
And how are we supposed to find him?
The guy literally disappeared.
Don't give him that kind of power.
He is not a magical wizard.
But he is one
of the smartest people on earth.
Right. But still a person.
And people can be found.
So resurrecting Doug
didn't turn out the way that you wanted.
If this were a science experiment,
would you abandon your theory
or try again?
I'd try again.
I'm not a scientist.
If it were a drawing
you weren't happy with?
I'd start over.
I'd get mad and wreck something.
And then?
Fine. Yeah, I'd start again. Whatever.
So, what's the next move?
Doug said everything we needed
was in Sarkov's lab.
No, we searched the lab.
You searched it. I didn't.
Let's go.
You don't all have to go.
One of you could help me clean up Doug.
You guys, I wanna apologize.
I was so laser-focused on finding Sarkov,
that I didn't stop to consider
what I was doing to Doug, to all of us.
It's all good.
This whole
"transforming into a monster" thing,
killing raccoons, dogs, people,
I'm not even sure
I'm thinking straight half the time.
- How many dogs have you killed?
- And And raccoons. And people.
Yeah. But dogs.
Guys. Shut up.
You realize I'm trying
to apologize to you?
Apology accepted.
Now, shh.
There is equipment
running behind that cabinet.
Like, a lot of equipment.
Did we find a secret door?
Hidden behind a cabinet
so it's more a poorly placed door.
No, it's still a door Juan I didn't find.
Nice work.
Let's go.
How could you let them turn you
Into a monster? ♪
Your bridge started to burn
When you ran all across it ♪
I guess you never learn
'Til you live and you lost it ♪
Live and you lost it ♪
How could you let them turn you
Into a monster? ♪
Your bridge started to burn
When you ran all across it ♪
I guess you never learn
'Til you live and you lost it ♪
Live and you lost it ♪
Goin' on a whim, try to erase it ♪
- Leavin' traces ♪
- Sweat, blood and tears dry ♪
Your head on the pavement
Know you're jaded ♪
- Sick of playin' ♪
- Waitin' up all night ♪
Who the fuck is the cage for?
- That looks like blood.
- I found it.
I found a thing.
"Gregor Mendel."
- The father of modern genetics.
- So predictable.
I give you the wellness program
test subjects of 2015.
"Hannah Moore"?
You are weirding the customers out
with your air freshener.
So cut it out or leave.
Hannah.
It's me, Abbi. From the wellness program.
- Abbi. Oh, my God.
- Hi.
- Stop it or leave.
- Of course.
It's actually kind of why I'm here.
Do you got a minute?
- A minute.
- How are you doing?
Still dying. Thanks for asking.
Oh.
I'm sorry to hear that.
It slowed down, thanks to my new doctors.
Your minute's almost up.
Um, do you remember Dr. Sarkov?
What about him?
You know those pills he sends us?
I never took any pills.
My immune system rejected the stem cells.
Or, as Dr. Sarkov so eloquently put it,
I was a failure.
His bedside manner
did leave a lot to be desired.
You're here about the pills.
I didn't take any pills, so we done?
Um, one other thing.
You got another minute.
Dr. Sarkov enlisted another one
of his test subjects to follow us.
Us?
You, me, Juan Ruiz, and Tilda Weber.
Why me?
I don't know.
But what I do know
is that after seven years,
he stopped sending us our medications,
and we all had adverse reactions.
I could give you the full explanation,
but given my time limit
- Tilda's a banshee.
- I could've told you that.
Juan's a Chupacabra.
And I'm a succubus.
- A succubus.
- Mm-hm.
- How's that working out for you?
- Pretty terrible, actually.
Which is why we need Dr. Sarkov to fix us.
So ask him.
We can't find him.
We were wondering
if maybe you've talked to him?
He called me the other day.
Asked me to come by for a blood sample.
- He did? What did you tell him?
- To go to hell.
Would you be willing to tell him
that you've changed your mind?
And then what?
You're standing by,
ready to pounce on him?
Probably not pounce.
Okay.
What happens
after you probably don't pounce?
We get him to fix us.
That's it?
I'm confused. What else would there be?
I have to get back to work.
Can I get the number he called you from?
He blocked it.
Look, it was actually nice to see you.
Say hi to Juan
and tell Tilda to go fuck herself.
And then she said
say hi to Juan and Tilda.
Weird. She usually told me
to go fuck myself.
I think I remember Hannah now.
Twenty-five rounds of injections,
but the stem cells never took.
Ouch. No wonder she hates him.
- Why would Sarkov want her blood?
- Her immune system beat the synthetics.
If he can figure out why and counter it,
he can improve
the strength of the stem cells.
Everything he's doing right now,
taking us off our meds,
going after Hannah,
it's all to build a better monster?
You're not monsters.
I'm talking about
your synthetic stem cells.
- They're not monsters either.
- Can you bring up that list again, Juan?
Yeah, sure.
Okay. If he's collecting
blood samples from test subjects,
this is our trail of breadcrumbs.
This is how we find Dr. Sarkov.
We start making calls.
I'll e-mail you the list.
I need to find the mail program thing
and What's this?
"Imperfects."
Maybe we shouldn't watch those.
Now we know who the real monster is.
Do we really wanna find this guy?
Do we have a choice?
No.
No, we don't.
Okay. Let's take it from the top.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Juan? Are you home?
Juan?
You better be home.
Babe?
You in there?
Juan?
Are you all right?
Nice place.
Independent.
Fair trade.
Anti-GMO.
I'm sensing a theme.
I'm sensing a conversation
which I'm not interested in,
because I'm busy and we're closing.
- I'm looking for Hannah Moore.
- You found her.
My name is Isabel Finch.
I'd like to talk to you about Alex Sarkov.
Look, I'm all talked out on that subject.
Abbi Singh came and told me everything.
So she told you that the stem cells
he injected you with were synthetic?
No. She did not.
Are you still talked out?
You after him too?
I am.
Then you better get moving.
Abbi and her friends are after him.
Great. I hope they find him.
Saves me the energy.
In the meantime, there are scientists,
colleagues of his,
just as reckless, just as dangerous
and equally deserving of punishment.
Think of them as the
The appetizer before the main course.
I could eat.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
It's the safest way
to identify my side effects.
- I wish you'd said something to me sooner.
- So do I.
I'm so relieved to talk about my AGDS.
Dr. Burke! Dr. Burke! Dr. Burke!
Dr. Burke!
Desdemona ♪
Everything she says ♪
Is a roller coaster of slogans ♪
She can't help
Knowing where she's going ♪
High voltage rock n' roller
Nobody can control her ♪
And when you start to bore her
She gets lost ♪
She'll take off all your makeup
Leave you before you wake up ♪
And then you'll start to wonder ♪
What's it like in your head? ♪
Dancing to no sound
Blocking it all out ♪
What's it like in your head? ♪
Dancing to no sound
Blocking it all out ♪
Oh, I wanna know ♪
She comes closer ♪
Smacks the floor
With her patent leather ♪