The Imperfects (2022) s01e08 Episode Script

1
You're early.
I'll have the fruit salad today.
I've gotta save those crêpes for treats.
Unless it's Saturday.
In which case, crêpe me.
Whoa, hey. Guys, what the?
There won't be any more crêpes,
or fruit salad.
I knew you couldn't be trusted.
I'm not the one colluding with a physical
manifestation of my subconscious
to sabotage my own research.
- We're not colluding.
- You stall.
She destroys equipment.
I'm methodical. She's uncontrollable.
Dr. Burke. Never play poker.
Okay, okay, okay. You want progress?
I believe the side effects
are caused by mitochondrial DNA.
I believe Sarkov
came to the same conclusion.
Alex would never give you a viable sample.
Not intentionally.
Who is that?
The first monster to be cured
by restorative stem cells.
Courtesy of Alex Sarkov.
All right. That's enough.
I don't I don't
His name was Dr. Nathaniel Lang.
He was a geneticist. Portland-based.
He was one of the assholes
who tried to steal my science.
Why would Alex give him the cure?
However he acquired the sample,
it appears to have been effective.
- Just admit that he worked for you.
- Unlike some scientists,
Dr. Lang and his associates
reached out to us
when they realized the full potential
of their research.
They were the science thieves,
and you were their buyer.
As I've told you, we see the obvious
potential in your synthetic stem cells.
You, however, are a lost cause.
Okay. Just
- Not the face.
- That's it? You're giving up?
Hey, if there's a last meal,
I'll take those crêpes.
How many times do I have to tell you?
Flux does not execute scientists.
We're explorers, not murderers.
You're gonna experiment on me.
Exactly.
Don't care
How much you drop ♪
Don't care
'Bout the VVS on your clock ♪
We don't care
All we hear is blah, blah, blah ♪
We need to discuss distribution.
Absolutely.
I'm thinking nanobots.
Seems like overkill for 25 test subjects.
Overkill is discussing distribution
for 25 people.
We're discussing different things?
We are.
What you see here
is over 10 years of effort and ambition.
Inside this petri dish
is the next stage of human evolution
and, dare I say it, humanity's savior.
I get it. It's your monster maker.
Tilda told us about your epiphany.
If we must nickname my genius,
can't we think of something better?
I'm good with "monster makers."
- Well, once we pour my Hero Cells
- Monster makers.
into the vat of growth culture,
the cells will divide and divide.
So on and so on,
until we have enough cells.
To rule the world?
World dominators, they're right up there
with immortality figures.
They're just not in it for the science
and I don't have time for them.
I can't decide what's worse.
The fact there are scientists
trying to rule world,
or the fact that there's enough of them
to warrant their own subculture.
The ones you really want to avoid
are the perpetual motion crowd.
They never shut up.
I'm funny.
I'm sure I'll regret this,
but why nanobots?
We've seen traditional vaccination methods
have been painfully inadequate when
applied to a global distribution model.
What you're planning isn't vaccination.
It's genetic assault.
You didn't seem opposed when
Hannah's life was hanging in the balance.
That's different.
- How?
- It just is.
Well, luckily, I don't care
whether you're on board or not.
We don't get cured
unless we do your bidding?
Yes. Though you could
make it sound less sinister.
Fine.
What do we have to do?
So he wants us to break into a lab
and straight up rob them?
Fucking Sarkov.
I'm so sick of him.
You do realize that's far
from the worst thing we've done, right?
Do you know who Dr. Monday is?
Obviously not.
She's a leader in the field
of robotics and artificial intelligence.
Also a fierce champion of robots' rights.
- So, no Terminators?
- No, the opposite.
The nanobot technology Sarkov
wants us to steal from her
is capable of noninvasive surgery,
distribution of medication,
stimulating tissue regeneration.
And she lives in Flat Creek, Idaho.
We'll be back in a day.
- Have you listened to anything I've said?
- No.
I'm better at tuning out noise.
I don't need my cans anymore.
Sarkov is making us rob the only
scientist alive with an actual moral code.
Hey.
- Yeah, right. Besides Dr. Burke.
- Hey.
- Abbi, I don't consider you a scientist.
- What?
That's a compliment.
Every scientist thinks
they have a moral code.
Al's convinced he'll save humanity
with his monster makers.
When did you and "Al" become best friends?
Hardly.
- I'm saying all scientists are jerks.
- We're not all jerks.
- Okay.
- The bottom line is this.
We can't let him get his hands
on Dr. Monday's nanobots.
So how do we stop him and still get fixed?
I have no idea.
If we say no, you think he'll give up?
Probably not.
There you go. We can't save humanity.
Let's try and save ourselves.
Why do all scientists
live in the middle of nowhere?
So people can't hear
the screams of their victims.
Not all scientists are evil.
We'll be there soon.
We should discuss how we'll handle this.
Seriously?
You pheromone Monday
until she hands over the nanobots, Abbi.
No.
Abbi, when will you accept the fact
that your pheromones are not a curse?
If I expose Dr. Monday to my pheromones,
I don't know
if she's gonna wanna kiss me or kill me.
That doesn't matter,
I've got a better plan.
- Sure you do.
- Wait, Tilda.
Let's hear her out.
We'll tell her the truth.
Hmm.
I can't believe your whole plan
is to be honest.
No, wait. I can totally believe it.
Dr. Monday is a scientist.
She'll listen to reason.
Abbi, this is a robbery.
If there's one thing I've learned
from Ocean's 11 through 13,
plans never go according to plan.
My optimism based on extensive research
of our target is unfounded,
but your pessimism, based on what,
three movies, is completely valid?
Well, it's technically four movies.
It's private property. Go away.
Dr. Monday, hi. I'm Abbi Singh.
Dr. Alex Sarkov wants us
to steal your nanobot technology,
but we want to stop him.
We need your help.
- Did you say you were here to rob me?
- No, Dr. Sarkov wants us to rob you.
But we don't want to.
This would be
a lot easier to explain face-to-face.
One moment, please.
Huh. See?
She's not answering the door.
- She just said she was.
- She's not even here.
She's behind the house,
just stalling for time.
Probably to summon that incoming drone.
What incoming drone?
That one.
Let's go get her.
Dr. Monday, please. We just wanna talk.
You're polite home invaders,
I'll give you that.
Hi.
How did you do that?
It's a long story.
If you give us a minute to explain,
you'll understand
why it's so important to work together.
You're not taking my babies.
- What's that noise?
- That's an electromagnetic pulse.
In one minute, every electronic device
in this lab will be rendered useless.
You will not take them alive.
Abbi, will you just pheromone her?
Pheromone me?
Dr. Monday, please deactivate the EMP.
Give me a chance to explain.
I can't let you do this.
I can't let you type in the code
to shut off the EMP, which is NCC1701.
C17
It's off.
Why did I do that?
I do not want you here,
but don't leave me.
You can't help yourself.
It's my pheromones.
Dr. Sarkov created synthetic stem cells
- Will you just get the stupid robots?
- We'll need her to reprogram them.
You can't reprogram them.
They're set in their ways.
That's a problem.
We can't let Sarkov use them?
Of course you can't.
They can't leave this lab.
But they are in the steel cabinet
over here.
Finally.
Guys.
- I got it.
- Look out!
Oh!
No. No.
I am so sick of this.
Tilda
what about the nanobots?
We don't need the nanobots
if you have a nanobot printer.
- We should bury her.
- We don't have time.
How can you be so ambivalent?
Why are you so upset?
It's not like this is new.
In case you haven't noticed,
death follows us everywhere these days.
- Tilda, but
- Do you wanna get fixed?
- Of course.
- This is how you get fixed.
If we give that to Sarkov,
we doom everyone to be like us.
- Well-dressed and fucking awesome?
- Monsters.
Our abilities don't make us monsters.
Our actions do.
Did you not just see what happened?
You talking about when you froze?
Or when I saved Juan's life?
- We can't just give this to Sarkov.
- Okay. What's your plan?
How are you gonna get the cure from Sarkov
without giving over the nanobots?
Then maybe we should hold off
heading back to Seattle,
until we come up with an actual plan.
Are you decent?
Velvety Chupi nards
aren't exactly my thing.
Yeah, mine neither.
Good. 'Cause by this time tomorrow,
your velvety Chupi nards
will be a thing of the past.
Great.
Okay. That's the second time you've let me
get away with "velvety Chupi nards."
What's wrong?
Eh.
Abbi is worried about you.
No, she isn't. She's mad at me.
You're worried about me.
But in all honesty, dude,
I haven't been this pumped
since the last time I performed.
Ever since PJ, you've been different.
It's almost as if
Go ahead.
You still wanna get fixed, don't you?
How can you even ask that?
It's just that back at Dr. Monday's,
it seemed you'd given up hope.
The opposite, actually.
The normies need us to see this through.
I know that.
Tilda, we're still normies.
No, we're not.
- Tilda, you You're not a monster.
- Yes, I am.
Because I'm gonna get us all wasted!
Abbi, get in here!
All I know about letting go ♪
I don't feel like celebrating.
Why not? We're blowing off steam.
- What are we drinking to?
- To Dr. Monday.
We can't change the past,
but we can improve the future in her name.
You know what I don't get?
Dr. Monday was a pacifist,
so why did she build a robot
that shoots lasers?
Well, I think the technical term for that
is a kill-bot.
Guys. Does it really matter now?
Juan, your turn.
To being normal again.
- Cheers. Salud.
- Cheers.
- Salud.
- That's how we say it in Spanish.
You know what else
You know what else I don't get?
Why didn't that kill-bot attack us
when we entered?
Why did it wait so long?
Maybe it was trying to lure us
into a false sense of safety.
Abbi, let it go.
It's over.
My turn.
Drink up.
After tomorrow,
things are gonna be different.
For all of us.
And even if we never see each other again,
I want you both to know
how important you are to me.
But why wouldn't we see each other again?
It's not like we're friends by choice.
We were thrown into
this shitstorm by chance.
- We're still friends.
- Yeah, but think about it.
If we hadn't been turned into monsters,
I doubt our paths would've crossed.
But I'm sure glad they did.
So am I.
I'd get tossed into a shitstorm
with you two any day.
I think I love whiskey.
- Salud. Hmm.
- Salud.
- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.
Come here.
I'm glad you didn't hurt Nate.
That's not a question, buddy.
What he did to Hannah
PJ, and Darcy
that is horrible.
He is the monster. Nate.
Nate is the monster.
He sure is.
And eventually
karma will get to him.
And I will pretend ♪
I promise.
That I don't know of your sins ♪
Banshee Girl, Agent of Karma.
Pew, pew.
Pew, pew.
That's a comic I'd read.
That's a comic you should make.
- Drink your whiskey.
- No.
Tilda, I'm not thirsty anymore.
I know.
I need you to fall asleep.
Why is that?
Because I already lost one person I love,
and that is one too many.
All right, I'm gonna go to the beddy time.
Beddy time. Beddy-bed time.
Come on.
Up we go.
No, no, no.
We forgot to figure out
the double-crossing.
It's okay, we'll figure it out
in the morning. It's okay.
I can't believe it.
Tomorrow I'm gonna be all better.
It's like Christmas.
Yeah
just like it.
The lines to speak your mind ♪
And pry it open, hoping for an encore ♪
And if it gets too late ♪
For me to wait ♪
For you to find you love me ♪
And tell me so ♪
It's okay ♪
Ooh. Back to the honeymoon suite.
No, it's you.
Dr. Burke, please.
Hmm. We decided it should be me.
I've got a high pain threshold.
Bye, sweetie.
Okay, yeah.
I would rather administer these stem cells
to Dr. Burke.
Because if that works,
you'd rather get stuck with her than me.
- You're smarter than you look.
- If I refuse?
Well, let's see.
I would threaten vivisection.
- It sounds like you might enjoy that.
- Yeah. What can you do?
I'd just find something
that you actually hate.
I'll get Sydney.
Turn around.
What? An Id can't be modest?
That didn't take you very long.
Well
It's easy when you know what to do.
Having a fresh sample helped?
It didn't hurt.
So, if this fails
then what?
- Then you'll probably be dead.
- This is my life's work. Humor me.
We'll examine your remains,
figure out what went wrong,
and test it again.
Now, I'm curious.
You say Flux nurtures the good ideas.
But fixing Alex's mistake
seems very specific.
If Dr. Sarkov
releases his new formulation,
we need to be ready to cure his victims.
- How do you know that?
- You told me.
No, I didn't.
Not you. Finch.
Your counterpart is quite chatty
and quite the sadomasochist.
Ugh, she's lying.
About the first part.
You don't wanna catch Alex.
You want him to release
the new formulation.
That's an entertaining theory.
It's a little paranoid,
but it's entertaining.
All right, Finch. Your turn.
You're only making this
harder on yourself.
Your alter ego is violent,
unpredictable, dangerous.
She also has bigger wrists.
- I think we should kill her.
- We're not killing anyone.
We have to find out what's going on
between Alex and Flux.
Tilda?
Whose car is that?
Hey, what's going on?
I lost my way ♪
I lost the game ♪
Tilda.
Tilda?
Tilda?
Tilda. Tilda.
Tilda, please don't.
Tilda! Tilda!
Why don't we survive this escape first
and worry about your bestie afterwards?
I'm not worried about him.
I just wanna find out what he's up to
Oh, fucking hell.
Oh, shit.
She killed Nate? Are you sure?
- She didn't use those exact words.
- What did she say exactly?
Banshee Girl, Agent of Karma.
I'm either really hungover or still drunk,
but I don't get what that means.
It means Tilda killed Nate.
No, she didn't. She couldn't.
We've been together the whole time
since Nate took Hannah.
Hey. Have you seen my phone?
- Just found it.
- Ah. Great.
Tilda called Hannah's phone
after Nate stole it.
Maybe we can still catch up to them.
Couldn't rent an SUV with satellite radio?
If I cared, I'd say this whole mood
had nothing to do with the radio.
I liked you more
when you didn't wanna talk to me.
I get chatty on road trips.
Lucky me.
If you're gonna assist me,
get one thing straight.
This is not a democracy.
You do what I say, when I say it.
And if you don't like it,
feel free to skedaddle.
I don't want this anymore.
We should give it to Abbi and Juan.
You wouldn't have your nanobot printer
if it wasn't for them.
Well, they also tried to double-cross me.
So, in the words of Rosalind Franklin,
they can suck it.
Who's Rosalind Franklin?
The chemist who discovered
the structure of DNA.
Her colleague stole her work.
Google it.
Now are you in, or are you out?
Unit 3, come in.
Yeah, this is Unit 3, come back.
We're gonna have to make
the adjustment to both valves.
Okay.
B? No, we need to get to boat launch on
C level.
All hands, this is a general alert.
Subject 1108 has escaped.
The use of lethal force is authorized.
Hi.
Mine.
C level.
According to the clerk,
someone matching Sarkov's description
and level of jerkiness
stopped here about an hour ago.
Was Tilda with him?
He didn't say.
I'll try her again.
Don't leave a voicemail, Grandma. Text me.
I'm gonna text her.
- She's not answering you.
- Please stop.
She's not answering.
This doesn't mean she's sided with him.
Either way, we'll have to stop them.
Are you able to, or not?
I'll take Sarkov.
Abbi.
What are you doing?
- We're heading in the wrong direction.
- It's not me. Look.
If it's not you, what is it?
Kill the engine.
- Kill it.
- It's not working.
Abbi, try your door.
Where do you think they're taking us?
Home.
How hard is it to find one woman?
Finch, hide.
Notify the board that we have
a containment breach.
Then initiate sterilization protocols.
I want everyone evacuated
from this facility in 15 minutes.
Go!
Shut off that fucking alarm.
All hands, this is a general alert.
Subject 1108 has escaped
We need to talk to Crain.
You want to go back up to the lab?
I have to know what's going on.
Your desire to play Nancy Drew
is gonna get us blown the fuck up.
Those were good books.
Containment breach.
Sterilization protocols in effect.
You have 10 minutes
to reach minimum safe distance.
Dr. Burke.
- Hmm. Didn't think you had it in you.
- Get away from the desk.
Now's your chance. Shoot her.
Will you shut up?
- I didn't say anything.
- Me or her?
Both of you.
So you can communicate with each other.
Which is why I know you've been lying.
Why are you
working with rogue scientists?
- I'm not.
- Kill her.
I want the truth.
If you won't shoot her, I will.
Finch, not now.
Containment breach.
Sterilization protocols in effect.
You have nine minutes
to reach minimum safe distance.
Finch? Are you still there?
That bitch has got to die.
We'll get to that.
Hold your tits.
Why would they come back here?
I've got less of a problem with that than
the idea of Tilda teaming with Sarkov.
It's dead.
There. Monday's car. We'll take that.
You got the keys?
Oh, man.
Watch out for nanobots.
Only one way to find out
if she has the keys.
Okay. Yeah.
Rock, paper, scissors for it.
Juan. You eat human flesh, I mean
Oh. So that just makes me
the dead body guy now?
- Well, it's
- Wow, Abbi. Thank you.
It's an observation, not a judgment.
I don't eat human flesh.
The Chupacabra does.
Please?
Juan.
Got them.
I'm so tired of the undead.
Containment breach.
Sterilization protocols in effect.
You have five minutes
to reach minimum safe distance.
Something's wrong.
The escape boat is right there.
I can't take control.
She actually did it. She fixed us.
If she fixed us,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.
We need to figure out what she's done.
How about we try to survive
the exploding science platform first?
There she is. Not bad.
Thanks.
So
Dr. Monday had a sentry drone,
that kill-bot, but why an EMP pulse?
That's won't stop any thieves.
That'll just destroy her life's work.
It's like me burning
all my Sugar Skull comics
because they didn't cast Diego Luna
in the movie adaptation.
Oddly specific analogy.
He'd make a great Sugar Skull.
What if all the security
wasn't to keep us out,
but to keep the nanobots in?
But the things returned home.
So, what was she worried about?
They came back to free others.
- Activate the EMP.
- Okay. Okay.
Dámelo. Give me the thing.
- You can hurry up. It's
- What was the password?
The hull number of the Enterprise.
- What?
- NCC1701.
NCC
Oh, my goodness. I can't work like this.
- Done. Yes.
- System activated.
No! No!
Juan.
No.
No.
I guess the EMP worked.
I feel like I just ate a bucket of sand.
I've never felt like that before.
Like Like
You were trapped in your own body?
Yeah, those few seconds of nanobot control
were like an eternity in hell.
I remember everything.
I guess that's what she meant
when she said they were set in their ways.
If she knew they were so dangerous,
why not just destroy them?
Because they're alive.
It may have been an accident,
but Dr. Monday created artificial life.
And if Dr. Sarkov uses them
to distribute his stem cells
he'll create an army
of single-minded monsters.
We We have to warn Tilda.
Juan.
No, no.
Abbi, I don't wanna hear it anymore.
She's my friend, I need to talk to her.
There's nothing you can do
to stop me from calling her.
That EMP burned out your phone.
We've gotta do something about this.
I think we've got
bigger things to worry about.
Of course you think that.
You're corporeal.
Everything's coming up Sydney.
Yeah, there's nothing better
than listening to you complain all day.
Hello?
Juan. Thank God. It's Sydney.
Dr. Burke. Where are you?
Uh Haven't figured that out yet.
Is Alex with you?
Did he create the cure?
He did, but we had to trade it
to save Hannah. It's a long story.
- Where is he?
- That's a longer story.
Listen to me.
We need his cure. Flux wants Alex to
Dr. Burke?
- Dr. Burke!
- Dr. Burke.
Dr. Burke.
Why would you do that?
You made us drop the phone.
It wasn't me. It just happened.
Random transformations?
Could be worse.
Actually, it couldn't.
We need to get to Seattle.
Of course we need Sarkov's cure.
Why tell us something we know?
Maybe she was trying to tell us that Flux
wants Sarkov to do something. But what?
Oh, boy.
It's another mystery we gotta solve?
Yeah.
Take my hand ♪
Take my hand ♪
Every time we get close
to getting fixed
someone just has to
drop another bomb on us.
I don't think I can take it anymore.
We don't have to.
I'm tired of waiting for Sarkov
to fix my problem for me.
I'm gonna fix us myself.
All right.
Here we are.
How long have you been planning this for?
Honestly?
My entire life.
Okay, let's get started.
We're off to never-never land ♪
We're off to never-never land ♪
We're off to never-never land ♪
Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight ♪
And they aren't of Snow White ♪
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons' fire ♪
And of things that will bite, yeah ♪
Sleep with one eye open ♪
Gripping your pillow tight ♪
Exit light ♪
Enter night ♪
Take my hand ♪
We're off to never-never land ♪
Oh ♪