All language subtitles for The_Beauty_S01E03[_21903]_Legendas01.ENG

[cutlery clinking]

[person] What? Ariana Grande
too? She's like 29.

-Thirty-two.
-God forbid.

Aniston, Naomi. All
the greats got thread lifts.

-I'm telling you,
the earlier the better.
-No, everyone's crazy.

-Am I?
-[gasps]

Shut up. No way.

Two weeks ago,
and it's so subtle,

you literally thought
I was just hydrated, no?

Oh. Actually,
I thought you looked better

because you dropped
20 on Ozempic.

Finally lost that face fat.

-[clicks tongue]
Thank you for noticing.
-I love you.

Okay, but seriously, no more
slice and dice. Okay?

It's just a little tug, little
poke, and very often, okay?

That's the future of beauty.

Nuh-uh. I learned my lesson
with lip filler.

It left fucking lumps.
Look at this.

Britt, my honey. Listen to me.
You're turning 32 next week.

I can literally hear
your eggs shriveling up
as we speak, okay?

You need to fix
that broke face,

and then you're gonna
be getting so much new dick,

that trash bag Richie
will feel like a distant
memory, I promise.

-I'm sad.
-I know.

Was that whore Clara really
that much prettier than me?

-Yes. She was gorgeous.
-Bitch.

[sniffles]

-Mmm. Look at this bitch.
-Oh. You.

Sweetie, Harper Rose,

get that tushy up right
back out the door, okay,
before Anna sees you.

You know she can't stomach
human weakness, and this is

I can't. I used all my
sick days for Coachella.

I don't get it. Deathly
hungover on Rotgut Rosé.
She's still a ten.

[Harper coughs]

-Glowing.
-I'm not hungover, I swear.

[scoffs] Well,
you better not be,

or you can kiss that
accessories editor gig goodbye.

Oh, no, sweetie, not the
over-the-counter cough syrup.

-Don't do that.
-You need some amaro
or a digestif.

-Good God, is this COVID?
-No, no, no, not COVID.

-Get your aerosols away
from my salad.
-[Harper] I'm okay.

I just got run down.
I caught a bug.

But the good news is
I lost another five pounds.

-[gasps] Jealous. Cough on me.
-Of course.

-Everybody's just
shedding weight. Jesus.
-[groaning, coughing]

-Whoa. Honey.
-What is this?

I'm not liking this.
Oh, God. You okay?

Why are you doing this?
Stop it.

[grunting]

[grunting stops]

Okay. Yeah, I guess
drink some water or

-Um. Can we
-[people gasp]

-[Harper groans]
-Fuck.

-[gasping] Water!
-Oh, my God, yeah.
There's no way that

[people gasp, exclaim]

[gasping]

[yelps]

-[Harper] Water.
-What the fuck?

Water! Ah!

-Water!
-No! No!

-No! No!
-Brittany! Brittany!

[gasping] No, no.

[screams]

[groaning]

[sighs]

[people screaming]

Oh, God! It's in my eye!
It's in my eye!

[police officer 1 in Italian]

[police officer 2]

[police officer 1]

[police officer 1]

[in English] Hey!
Get me the fuck out of here!

[police officer 1
speaking Italian]

[footsteps approaching]

[Cooper sighs]

[in English] Let's go.

[♪♪ "Easy Lover" playing]

Never gets easier, you know.
It's like picking your
favorite child.

All brilliant and beautiful
in their own way.

But I see why chefs are always
drawn to Japanese steel.

The high carbon content creates
an impossibly hard edge,

which allows for a more
elegant cut and severed
nerve endings. Like that.

-Thoughts?
-[muffled weeping]

Come on. Speak up, my man.

I'm not gonna get off if you
just sit there like a sad sack.

-[muffled]
-What?

You-You thinking something
a little theatrical, right?
More Braveheart.

I got you, bro.
Don't worry about it.

♪♪ Before you know it
You'll be on your knees ♪♪

Yeah.

♪♪ She's an easy lover ♪♪

[muffled weeping]

You didn't obey
the rules, did you?

I don't get people your age.

Thinking you're so
goddamn special, working
from home in sweatpants,

open relationships
and sexual anarchy.

Nothing's sacred anymore.
It's disgusting.

You signed an agreement.

You were given a sacred gift,
and you show your appreciation

by throwing your dick into
strangers and infecting others.

♪♪ Better forget it
Oh, you'll regret it ♪♪

♪♪ No, you'll
Never change her ♪♪

-Lesson learned. Right?
-[phone buzzing]

♪♪ Get out quick
'Cause seeing is believing ♪♪

♪♪ It's the only way ♪♪

♪♪ You'll ever know ♪♪

Hold, please.

-[♪♪ song stops]
-[grunts]

Always impeccable timing,
honey bear.

Status update.

Well, I'm staring at a
runner prepped and ready
to go if you quit nagging.

Make it quick. There's
a plastic surgeon I need
you to go see.

Ouch. You said I was beautiful
just the way I am.

He came in contact with
the Venetian runner.

She contaminated at least one
other person we know of.

[Antonio] How exciting.

Yeah. It's in Indianapolis.

Fuck me. Are you sure?

The digital footprints
never lie Hold please.

[moaning]

[speaking Italian]

Fucking hello!

I'm here. Happy as a clam.

[Antonio] At least we got
the FBI on ice.

Ah. Not really. There were
two more expirations in Venice.

Well, I tried telling you
I need better help.

Stay focused.
We solve one problem at a time.

Treading water until
the production line
gets wrapped up.

We got this. We're good.
No worries.

Maybe I should goose
the nerds along.

Maybe you should
do as you're told.

Turn me loose, let me
make a call to the old
Blackwater crew.

You want speed?
Get me mercs with skills. Pros.

You know how I feel
about meeting new people.
I'm not very good at hellos.

Well, don't expect
masterpieces when all I get is
a goddamn mop and bucket.

So, how are we feeling about
some human sashimi?

[muffled cries]

Could you please
give me a minute?

Take all the time you need,
you fucking asshole,

but I'm going to have
dinner because the filet
is getting cold.

And by the way, we have
to talk about Tig.
Bad news, I'm afraid.

Tig?

Who the fuck is Tig?

Tiger, our oldest troubled
son that you have so
much contempt for,

you don't even remember
his childhood nickname.
He relapsed again.

Again.

He's in a methadone
clinic in Cleveland.

We're gonna take the plane
tomorrow to be by his
side. I've organized it all.

Have fun. I'm going to Capri
with Jeff and Lauren.

They're actually excited
about what I have cooking up,
as one would expect.

It is official, then. You
are the biggest monster
on this planet.

Every night, I pray
for your death.

Feel free to go fuck yourself
while you're fucking yourself.

Could we play some yacht rock?

Hey. Just letting you know
a fresh wire came through.

Should post tomorrow.

[Antonio's ex] Thank you.
He asked about you again.

Jesus Christ. How many times
are we gonna do this?

It's not too late, Antonio.
We could figure something out.

He needs his father
in his life.

Yeah, he needs a father.
He doesn't need me.
You already know the deal.

As long as I keep the
accounts full, I'm dead to him.

Good news. There's a room
available at the Hilton.

I don't

This fucking guy

[line ringing]

-[Jordan] Hello.
You've reached--
-Fuck.

Still nothing.

We searched the hotel.
All the stuff is there.

No struggle, nothing
on the hotel footage.

We're canvassing everywhere
around the bar.

I never should have left her.

Word is, DC is freaking out.
They got a plane on standby.

No, fuck that. They went after
me and they went after her.
We gotta find her.

I'm gonna get my stuff from
the hotel, then let's meet.

I had a team take care of that.
Follow me.

Both of the guys you killed
tested positive.
You've been exposed.

Then so have you.

[clicks tongue] I'm negative.
That's why I'm keeping
my distance.

That scene was a bloodbath.

You're a walking biohazard.
Precaution must be taken.

The fuck is this?

Until we get our arms around
this, we gotta be smart.

You raise hell, we get
panic in the streets.
Everything gets fucked.

-No. We don't have
time for this.
-We'll find her, okay?

Find her!

[hissing]

[saw whirring]

[whirring stops]

[whirring resumes, stops]

My, my, Doctor. Look at
the mess you've
gotten yourself into.

Uh-uh!

You don't wanna do that.

What are you, some kind of cop?

Bitch, please. Ugh. These cuts
were clearly made by somebody

with knowledge of anatomy
for easy separation.

So surely the authorities
are gonna be looking

for someone with
medical training.

A surgeon, even.

No, you don't understand.
I didn't kill them.

You think I give a fuck?

I bet you even googled how to
dispose of a body, didn't you?

Playing around on the
Internet has turned
you into a naughty boy

who's met some
very naughty girls.

Is this about Claire?
Who the fuck are you?

Tell me about the marketplace.

Okay. It was on the dark web.
I heard about it
from a colleague.

You can buy and sell medical
stuff, body parts, even.

I was curious,
so I took a look.

You thought you stumbled
onto a miracle, didn't you?

She was stunning, but I
figured she must be nuts,
so I said, "No, thanks."

But you just couldn't
help yourself.

She sold you something
that didn't belong to her.

Yeah.

-Oh, fuck. Fuck. I didn't know.
-Fuck.

I swear it was
only the one client.

Jeremy, a fucking incel.
He was going to kill me.

-Pinky promise?
-What?

Okay. He did this.
He's a fucking psycho.

I'm the fucking psycho.
Certified since 1961.

Where is he?

[whimpering] I don't know.
Please. Please, please.

[groans] Oh, God!

Do you have any idea
what kind of luxury
wasteland this town is?

I mean, look, I was
really enjoying our
productive dialogue.

However, if I'm not wheels
up soon, I'm gonna freak
the fuck out.

Please help me!

-Do I deserve more
than a Hilton?
-What?

Answer me, Doc. Do I deserve
more than the fucking Hilton?

Yes, yes! Oh, my God, yes!
[whimpers]

I agree.

People always accuse me of
being a high-maintenance
girlie and impatient.

I'm just, like, "Excuse me
for having an aversion

to bedbugs and dry
jizz stains," right?

If I'm gonna be doing the
dirty work for these people,

best believe
I deserve the best.

Find him, Doc.

-Before you lose more than
the arm.
-[whimpers]

[panting, moaning]

-Yeah. Oh.
-[phone ringing]

Who's calling your boy?
Who's calling big daddy?

[woman moaning]

What's up, Doc?
Talk to your boy.

Jeremy, hi. Just following
up to make sure you're
feeling well

and happy
with your Nu U results.

My results, Doc? Oh, these
results. They-They-They
are something else.

You did your damn thing. Whoo!
Ooh, you hear that, Doc?

-You're still in town?
-[woman continues moaning]

I was supposed to leave.
Hold on a second. Hold on, Doc.

Flip around. This way. Give me
that leg. You lie there, baby.

Ooh! You got some pretty feet.
You got some pretty feet.

I'm still here, Doc.
'Cause this kitty cat
was talking to me.

Excellent. Let's have you come
in for a quick follow-up.

You, uh, need a second
dosage to maintain
the effects of the procedure.

What? Why didn't you
tell me that before?

Where are you, Jeremy?
I can even come to you. Please.

You fucking with me.
Come over right now, Doc,
'cause I'm in it.

I'm in this thing like jelly.

♪♪ Peanut butter jelly time
Peanut butter jelly time ♪♪

I'm at the Hyatt downtown
till this kitty stops purring.

[both moaning]

Hit the home run,
hit the home run, hit the

I did what you asked.

-[moaning continues]
-You did.

Thanks, Doc.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

We did it. Thank you.

[Antonio] I know.
Fantastic new look,

but then, blammo, life
just comes at you real fast,
doesn't it?

Get off me.

[Jeremy yelling, choking]

[grunts, groans]

-[coughing]
-I like you.

Jeremy, as a man of radical
honesty, I'll just come
right out and say it.

I'm a professional
eliminator of problems

and my boss has decided
you're a problem.

[panting] Fuck you. Fuck your
boss. I didn't do shit.

[yells]

[gasping]

I'm done fucking around
with you, Jeremy.

Real piece that Claire
bear was, wasn't she?

Yeah. Well, as the
saying goes, if it feels
too good to be true.

I don't see any condom wrappers
around here,

so I'm assuming that you went
raw dog with this one too.

What was I supposed to do?
She came on to me, man.

You didn't tell her about your
little STD situation, did you?

What?

You're not even the slightest
bit curious as to how or why

or what made you this way?

No. I mean, I was just shocked
she was kind of into me.

Call her. I'm sure
she gave you her number.

[gun cocks]

Call her.

-Hey, pudding.
-[Claire] Who is this?

-Who is You don't have
my number saved?
- No.

What? It's me, chocolate daddy.

-[Claire moans]
-[chuckles]

What are you wearing?

[moans] You're so sexy.

Well, if I'm so sexy,
why don't you come on up?

If I wasn't home in
my bed, I'd be in the
elevator right now.

She said she went home.

You told me you was
getting off at 7:00.

I went home early.
I feel like shit.

[breathing heavily]

I think I'm coming down
with something.

This crazy fever just, like,
hit me out of nowhere.

Well, listen, baby.
I got a fever that
only that ass can cure.

-Mmm. Tell you what,
I'll come to you.
- Really?

Yeah, I'll come for you.

I'll-I'll bring you NyQuil,
Gatorade, Tylenol,
a couple of bananas,

the good homestyle
chicken soup, ginger ale
and a Ritz cracker.

-Let daddy do that for you.
-You're an angel.

I'll text you my address.

Chocolate daddy coming
for you, baby. I'm on the way.
I'm on the way.

You're a sick fuck, ain't you?
Okay, get your clothes
and shoes on. Ticktock.

No, I'm not leaving
here without her.

If you test negative,
you're getting on the
goddamn plane, Cooper.

This New York thing is fucked.

Look, we will find her.
I'm throwing everything at it.

Let me stay here
and lead the team.

Look, I put my nuts
on the line for this thing.

I still got some friends
over at Langley.

They put a QRF on standby.
Some real Black Hawk Down shit.

Do you remember
what you told me after my
brother got jammed up in Boston

and I wanted to lean
on those local cops?

Jammed up? He got hammered
and ran into a 7-Eleven.

What did you tell me?

[sighs] Yeah, I get it.
Too close to it.

I listened. Now it's your turn.

You beat this shit,
and we need you here

so we can have all
hands putting together
the pieces of this thing.

[device beeping]

All clear, sir.

[exhales heavily]

[automated voice] You are five
minutes from your destination.

All right, time to pregame.

[♪♪ "Sailing" playing]

Yep.

Counterintuitive, I know,

but, uh, you know, just yacht
rock just lasers my focus
like nothing else.

Come on, Jeremy. Hey.

♪♪ Well, it's not far down
To paradise
At least it's not for me ♪♪

♪♪ And if the wind is right
You can sail away,
Find tranquility ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, the canvas
Can do miracles ♪♪

♪♪ Just you wait and see ♪♪

Hey.

♪♪ Believe me ♪♪

♪♪ It's not far to
Never never land ♪♪

♪♪ No reason to pretend ♪♪

♪♪ And if the wind is right
You can find the joy ♪♪

♪♪ Of innocence again ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, the canvas
Can do miracles ♪♪

♪♪ Just you wait and see ♪♪

♪♪ Believe me ♪♪

Right here, Jeremy.

♪♪ Sailing ♪♪

♪♪ Takes me away to where
I've always heard it could be ♪♪

Take the last part.

Come on, Jeremy.
Sing the next part.

I don't know this song.
So, I'ma just

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

Don't you dare disrespect
Christopher Cross

and try to escape in the middle
of his biggest hit, okay?

The man has
been through enough.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Christopher crisscross?
What the fuck?

[sighs] In 1980, Christopher
Cross was the shit, right?

Five times platinum.

Five major Grammys.

After all the accolades
and success, what did
it get him, huh?

-Je What-What did it get
him? Hello?
-No, really I don't know.

Black people don't listen
to Christopher Cross.

-What are you talking?
-I don't know, man.

Put his career in the grave.
That's what.

Now, I'm sure you're
asking yourself, how could
that possibly have happened?

Well, he got really
popular really fast.

And this is in an era
without all the 24-7
social media bullshit.

So, then he starts
showing up to the award
shows and red carpets.

And then people really get
their first good look at him,
and they're like,

"He's just-just a regular guy."

A little balding, a little fat.

I loved him.
Voice of a generation.

But with MTV exploding
onto the scene,
shit just only got worse.

You know, it's like, why would
you wanna watch a music video
of a real person

when you could be watching
a gyrating, half-naked
Madonna, right?

So, next time you're
tugging on that thick,
wet, noodle dick

-Stop touching my shit.
-remember that.

Okay?

World is cruel to people
who aren't beautiful.
To normal people.

Fucking cruel.

Learn the fucking words
to that song.

[♪♪ song ends]

Wow.

Nice neighborhood.

Come on.

Come on, Jeremy. Walk.

All right.

There we go.

[doorbell rings]

[gun cocks]

-I don't think she's home.
-Come on, come on.
Ring the bell again.

[ringing repeatedly]

-All right. Time-out. Corner.
Over there.
-What?

Time-out. Corner. Over there.
Stay over there.

Okay.

[drill whirring]

All right, open up.

Hello?

Hello?

[thud]

Up the steps.

[water running]

Hello.

[Claire screams]

Shit.

[shouts]

What

[both scream]

[Jeremy grunting]

Enough. Enough!

[panting]

[pan thuds]

Come on.

[gun cocks]

-Brain or heart?
-What?

This isn't a happily
ever after situation.

I just saved your life.

And in return, I'm not gonna
spend the afternoon

turning you into
a medieval art project.

So, you wanna see it coming or
is that gonna make it scarier?

You know what?
Come on, get up, turn around.

Turn around. Relax.

[Jeremy exhales heavily]

Thank you for giving me
what I deserve.

Stop talking.

I ain't shit. I haven't been
my whole life.
I'm just a fucking loser

that had to kill people to
feel something. I ain't shit.

[chuckles]

Probably why my Pops left. So,
just come on and give it to me.

Pull it.
Pull the fucking trigger, man.

This is the part where
people usually get, you know,
really, really desperate

and beg and bargain.

So, come on, Jeremy. Beg.

-Beg.
-Beg for what?

What do you want
me to beg for, man?

[chuckling] What you want me
to beg for?

I have nothing. [crying]

I have nothing, man. [chuckles]

And I spent my entire life
just wanting to feel.

And goddamn it, it felt
so good. So do it.
Pull that trigger.

Just go on. Do it now.
Pull the trigger.

You can do it.
Pull the trigger, man.

[breathing shakily]

You hungry?

-What?
-Yeah.

Well, you made this about
as fun as a sandpaper hand job

and my blood sugar's
going crazy.

So, let's get something to eat.

Oh my God would you look
at this little slice of heaven.

Dale, since this is
my first time at Applebee's,

would you kindly advise because
let me tell you something,
man, I'm torn.

I'm torn between
the chicken wonton tacos

and this, this right
this delightful riblet entrée.

Well, those are my
two favorites. Can't go wrong.

Come on. It's a gift.

I'm able to look at any
menu and detect the best
entrées. It's crazy.

You know what, can you just
give us two minutes and, um,
we'll make our decisions.

[stammers] Just let us know
when our table is ready.

-[Dale] You got it.
-We'll be right here.

Thank you, Dale.

Where every meal
feels like home.

Look, if I wasn't on the clock,

I would be slamming
these spicy marg specials.

This place is heaven.

How much longer are you gonna
be fucking with me, Captain O?

Jeremy, Jeremy, smile.
We're having fun.

You try running out of here,
you try one false goddamn move,

and I will liquefy your dick.

-The people behind
us are looking.
-What?

Smile. Smile at 'em.
Smile at the people behind us.

-Smile?
-The people behind.

Why is she Why are
they looking at us like that?

You're attractive now.
Gotta get used to it.

She like that.
[chuckles] Yeah, she like that.

That's the queen
of spades right there.

The what?

Queen of spades. You d

You a big, fat square.
You ain't never heard
of queen of spades?

A white woman who
loves sucking, tugging,
rubbing on Black dudes.

Well, specifically BBC.

Big Black--

Cock. Big Black cock. BBC.
That's what it stands for.

-Big Black Cock.
-[scoffs]

-Wow.
-Yeah, that's them BBC's.

And the husband,
they like to get involved.

They like to put their phones
out, take photos, videos.

But you know what? She's Mmm.
She's bringing me back.

Never forget it.
There was this girl.
Butterfly Booty Meat 92.

Never forget it. I drove 17
miles for her in my mama's car.

I watched the smile fade
when I pulled my hard,
throbbing dick out,

just right there ready for her.

She look at me and says, "Ugh,
I thought it might be bigger."

-Damn.
-Bitch, I sent you the photos.

What the fuck?
What the fuck is that?

Right. Her fault. Crazy.

Gentlemen, your table awaits.

-I never quite lived up to
the fantasy.
-Just keep walking.

You know, without
the right dick, I'm trash.

Just keep smiling.

-But not anymore.
-Yeah. You guys
look cute together.

Not anymore.

Fuck it.

No. No, keep oversharing.
I'm interested.

Before the change,
from what I'm understanding

about your situation, you were

-Not attractive.
-You hated yourself?

I hated the way the world
made me feel about myself.

You know,
let's-let's keep it real.

White dudes, light skinned men,
they get more.

More women, more dates, more
attention. More, more, more.

I don't know why I'm not
filming you 24-7. I feel like
I'll win a goddamn Oscar.

[Dale] Complimentary fries
for the table.

-Dale, thank you.
-You're welcome.
Are you ready to order?

You know what? We are,
actually. Yeah. We're
gonna do those riblets.

-[Dale] Good choice.
-Thank you. Come on.

Why you keep fussing with
that thing? You blow up
people for a living.

And you know scars,
they are kinda badass.

You focus on the wrong side
of my face.

You and me, we have a lot more
in common than you realize.

Oh, shit.

Ooh. Ooh. You-You got it too?

Early adopter. More purified
version straight from the lab.

Highly experimental
envelope-pushing gene therapy
using viral RNA technology.

To put it more simply, um,

near complete ground-up
turbocharged remodel

of your physical self
on a cellular level.

Experimental.

One dose.

One dose of this is the closest
thing to the fountain of youth

any human is ever gonna get.

Which of course comes with

Take Ozempic. Pharma company
is valued at 500 billion.

What do you think this germ's
gonna be worth, huh?
One trillion, 500 trillion?

So, then when a yahoo lab tech
steals a trial version,

and he starts fucking
and spreading this shit?

-Now we have a problem.
-Black market.

But the sexual transmission
is, uh-- is more
of a bug than a feature.

Like the easy access account
prevents people from wanting
to spend money

on the expensive
name-brand shit.

And that is poison for a
company who's gearing
up for an IPO.

So, then they hire somebody
like me. A consultant.

Right.

To, uh, take care
of their problems.

I bet that pays well enough for
these bitches to look past

that Bond villain face
you got going on.

[both laugh]

Yeah, well, no wanton
housewife's kicking me out
of bed, chubby bubby.

Mm-hmm.

That. That right there.

No, you didn't bolt
from the maid's house
when you had a chance.

Now, somewhere in that
fucked up bird's nest
you got up there,

you saw another opportunity
to kill, and you felt compelled
to take it.

You got a real darkness in you.

-You know, my son's a bit
like you.
-Your son?

You're like 30 years old.
How old is this son?

[sniffs]

I'm 65 years old.

You're a lot like my son,
but he's having a rough go
at it right now.

It's not fun to see, but,
you know, fortunately for him,

he has the tools to find
his way through it.

But you on the other hand.
No, no, no.

You're like one of those dim
bulbs that just step on
every fucking rake

that the world has
laying around.

Cultivate your anger.

You know, maybe, uh, maybe
even get paid while we're
at it, right?

What is this? Some

assassin big brother program?

Think of it as
a mutual agreement.

I have needs as well.

What do you need?

A protégé. A killer.

[Dale] Two riblets.

Wow. Thank you, Dale. Top marks
for speed, my brother.

[chuckles] Big tip, brother.

-[giggling]
-[Antonio] This guy. Wow.

Dig in.

[Cooper] So,
she literally exploded?

-Yes.
-[woman screams]

[Monroe] I looked at
the Paris photos. So much
worse than that.

I was outside. Hear the
blast radius was internal.

Encapsulated.
You saw the scene?

-[camera shutter clicking]
-[Monroe] I did.

[thermometer beeping]

Liver temperature ten hours
after incident is 180 degrees.

Holy shit.
It's still that high?

-[Manny] Brittany!
-[Brittany screams]

-[door lock buzzes]
-[screaming in distance]

[person coughing]

Monroe.

What is this?

Condé Nast staffers in
the blast range who
instantly tested positive.

Some of them got bodily fluids
in their eyes, their mouths.

Typical mucous
membrane transmission.

Viral load levels
are all over the map.

-What are we doing with them?
-Awaiting instruction.

Your interview subject is
traumatized but cooperative.
So far.

Not positive?

Not yet.