Original subtitles

- Marshall Cuso did not die in jail.

He's got a grow operation in North Carolina.

- Oh. North Carolina.

- The mushroom's talking to me.

It wants to grow.

- Copano, I'm worried about you.

- Then I guess I'm doing it alone.

- Why is it my face?

- The FBI is better equipped to actually,

you know, make an arrest.

- It's a medicine, isn't it?

- Are you sure? 'Cause Marshall said--

- Oh, Marshall said, Marshall said.

- Maybe I did need Frances.

[ Grunts ]

- This is it?

Where's Marshall?

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

- Hey, Hildy, where's Marshall?

- Ha! Marshall?

He's--- He's running in the woods.

Not very sure-footed. I-I hope he's careful.

He'll come back.

[ Birds cawing ]

[ Bird chirping ]

- Oh, shit, shit, shit.

- [ Gasps ]

[ Clinking ]

- [ Gasps ]

- Of course, valuing a pre-IPO pharma company

is a bit like marrying your cousin.

You know, speaking of that sort of thing...

Boy, I tell you,

I had a-- I had a cousin, my cousin Lou.

- Marshall?

- So he used to stick ice cubes up his ass, I swear to God.

Yeah, he'd-- he'd be at a hotel somewhere

and he'd just go to the ice machine

and start sticking ice cubes up his ass.

I think he'd do it at home, too,

but the ice cubes were too big.

[ Laughs ]

Frances?

- [ Gasps ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

- How the fuck are you alive?

- Excuse me. My situation is urgent.

I will give you $100,000 for your place in line.

- Hey! Are you bothering her? - Uh...

- Yeah, I'm talking to you, Count Dracula.

- Hey, get in the back of the line, man.

- Don't touch me!

[ Click ]

[ Explosion ]

[ People screaming ]

- Oh, it's all happening, huh? Here we go!

- [ Panting ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Soft rattling ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Bones crack ] Aah!

[ Whimpering ]

[ Crack ] Aah!

[ Vomits ]

[ Gurgling ]

[ Gasping ]

- Load those in the back!

Linda, you're gonna cover us.

[ Vehicle door closes ]

- Oh!

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ People screaming ]

- Listen, man, the Feds are coming.

A big raid. You gotta get out of here.

- [ Grunts ]

Raid. [ Sighs ]

Why can't they just leave me alone?

I'm-- I'm testing a mushroom on-- on volunteers.

- Listen, man, this is gonna get real, fast.

You need to get in your truck and get out of here.

- No, no, I can't go. Not without--

- Socrates.

- Is this all real?

- This is very fucking real!

- The main guy, Marshall, is violent and dangerous.

- He's not actually--

- Justifiable force is authorized.

- Now, this here's a brown trout.

You can find this up in the Chattahoochee,

but not before... - I'm getting the M60.

We go down fighting.

- ...into late May if there's a fly hatch.

- Whoa, whoa, Rusty! What are you doin'?

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

- Choppers. It's a raid!

[ Engine starts ]

- Go. Go!

- Wait. Wait! That's the guy!

That's the guy. He just drove by!

- What? - That was Cuso!

[ Engine revving ]

- Whoo-whee!

[ Engine starts, revs ]

[ Radio beeps ] - Bravo leader, this is Eagle 1.

Do you copy? Bronson? Harrington?

Where are you? Do you copy?

- Harrington!

- Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah, Rusty's comin', baby!

[ Gunfire ]

[ Explosion ]

[ People screaming ]

[ Gunfire ]

[ Grunts ]

- Harrington! You okay?

[ Gunfire ]

- Whoo-whee! - Rusty! Rusty! Rusty!

- Oh, yeah!

Whoo!

[ Clicking ]

[ Gunfire ]

- [ Groans ]

Whoa.

Jesus. Oh.

[ Grunts ]

- Help! Somebody's hit!

[ Beep ] - Uh, hey, Frances, uh,

yeah, you kinda left sorta suddenly there?

I don't mind.

I want you to have your independence or whatever.

but just if you get a chance,

if you could just check in or something, wouldn't mind.

Okay! [ Beep ]

Okay, uh, it's me, obviously,

so it's just I want our partnership to be--

Look, we have lunch with J.P. Morgan today,

and they want to see Frances of Flowers of Frances.

Like, they're paying for that.

Look, if you could just call me back.

[ Beep ] Okay, this is bullshit,

Frances, alright?

I don't want to get lawyers involved,

but you've got me here with my nuts in my hand.

"Flowers of Rick" doesn't have the same ring to it.

So just call me? Please.

[ Beep ] So just so you know,

this is not about money.

This about me being worried about you.

Okay? Call me.

- Babe, let's get married.

[ Overlapping voices ]

[ Buttons clicking ]

[ Line ringing ]

- Frances! W-W-Where are you?

We've got J.P. Morgan here-- - Rick, no, listen.

You are not gonna hear from me again.

Nothing we were doing felt good to me,

and maybe I'm going crazy,

but that's not how I'm going to live my life.

Goodbye forever.

Oh, and I'm keeping your car.

[ Beep ]

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

- It's a tricky set of chemicals,

and we don't really understand all the effects.

- Damn it.

Can't Rick catch a break one fucking time?

Is there any good news?

- There is one thing.

In the lab, one of our scientists

accidentally tasted a derivative compound of the mushroom.

Try it.

- Whoa. Wow.

That's like spicy and sweet at the same time?

- It just-- It gives your food a kick.

- Like Cool Ranch Doritos, almost?

- Yes, but with an almost minty--

- Yeah, cool mint.

- Hot and cold at the same time.

We got minty, we got spicy. Sharp.

- Uh-huh, yeah, "sharp."

This-- I'm seeing something.

Sparkl. A food additive.

No FDA at all.

You can sell people any damn thing to put in their food.

Nobody even cares.

Sparkl, a spray-on spice for your food

based on the ancient organic tradition of the mushroom.

We could go Latin with it, Asian.

We could do different versions.

And it could be something people really love.

Bring joy to their lives.

Plus, the shit we already eat?

We'll be shielded from liability,

a Caymans bank, South Dakota trust,

a shell company in some state where you can't even sue us?

Did anybody run sales projections?

- As a matter of fact...

- Let's fucking do this.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Wind rushing ]

- [ Snores softly ]

[ Ice cream truck music plays ] Ah!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Whoa.

[ Music distorts ]

[ Music stops ]

[ Monitor beeping, ventilator hissing ]

- You look like shit.

Well, that raid's going into the clusterfuck hall of fame.

You know who got killed?

Rusty. Remember him?

Let us up on his roof?

He wasn't the smartest kid but he sure was brave.

I'll bet you five bucks you make it.

So you're a believer, huh?

You know how illegal they made this?

Just for having it, they'll send you to prison

for pretty much infinity.

[ Beeping tempo increases ]

[ PA beeps ] - Code blue, room 209.

Code blue.

[ Engine shuts off ]

- [ Sighs ] I'm gonna take a little walk.

You good?

[ Breathing heavily ]

Aah!

- Need a hand?

- [ Chuckles ] Yeah.

So, were we communicating in the Portal?

- I don't know what was going on, but I got your message.

I needed to come find you.

You know that day I saw you on the street?

That might've been the worst thing that ever happened to me.

But it also...

it gave me more time with my mother.

It gave me purpose.

- Look, Frances. I cannot do this alone.

I'm a mess.

I've almost died about six or seven times.

- This world is so fucked up.

I mean, I knew it was fucked up, but--

- Yeah, it's-- it could use some healing.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

- [ Vocalizing ]

[ Monitor beeping ]

- [ Screaming ]

- ♪ So the world goes 'round and 'round ♪

♪ With all you ever knew ♪

♪ They say the sky high above ♪

♪ Is Caribbean blue ♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪ If every man says all he can ♪

♪ If every man is true ♪

♪ Do I believe the sky above ♪

♪ Is Caribbean blue ♪

♪ Boreas ♪

♪ Zephyrus ♪

- I don't think this mushroom's done with us.

Maybe if we do everything right, we can heal the world.

- Why don't we, um...

Let's start tomorrow.

[ Engine revving ]