Previously on "Incorporated"...
- Take this. Bye, Aaron. - I'll find you.
- Aaron! Oh! - Told you I'd find you.
I just have so much riding on this scholarship.
But what about you?
You may not realize your dream of attending college.
There could be a place for you in the Spiga family.
- Get away from my daughter. - Okay.
The guy who runs things around here is named Tino,
and I work for him. Your guy shoots,
you don't make it to the wall alive.
- What is this? - $20,000.
Where did you get this?
- [glass shatters] - [fire whooshes]
My sister, she's a sex slave. Where is she?
- Arcadia. - Can you get in here?
Access is restricted to senior execs.
- I need a personnel file. - This feels a little out of
your purview, doesn't it? Hendrick, right?
Roger Caplan came to my office.
I just need a little more time.
This guy is onto you.
I need you to get me into Arcadia.
Who is it you're gunning for?
There's someone standing in my way.
- I have to go. - Go? Wait...
Presentation's at 1:00.
I think he's connected to one of the companions.
[dramatic music]
- _ - [indistinct chatter]
[sighs] Hey, buck up, kid.
I'm leaving you the shadow.
There's a contact on the ghost drive...
A guy named Tino, who will set you up for work
when you get out.
I got you something too.
It's a water key.
Took me three days to get through the metal yard
for parts.
It'll get you into any FEMA water truck.
Well, if things don't work out, I might need it.
There won't be any water trucks where I'm going...
No rationing either, but this is good.
This is really good.
Thank you.
Must be some back door you found.
Yeah. Unfortunately, it's about to close, so, uh...
I gotta go now.
Hey, uh...
you're already better at this than I ever was.
Keep your head in the game. You'll be fine. 'Kay?
All visible religious iconography, clothing,
or headgear is strictly prohibited in public spaces.
Do me a favor?
Check on Elena for me.
Do yourself a favor.
When you get out of here, don't look back.
[light whooshes]
- _ - [sirens blaring]
Hurry, please!
[siren quavers]
[indistinct chatter]
What the hell are you waiting for?
Restaurant didn't pay their bills.
We're here to make sure that the fire doesn't spread
to the places that did.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Hey!
[grunts]
Try that again, you get the other side of the axe.
No, no... [distressed breathing]
No!
[indistinct chatter]
You son of a bitch. You did this.
- [wallops] - No-no-no-no-no!
Aaron didn't do anything.
He scammed the money exchange in broad daylight.
You think I didn't hear about that?
The whole neighborhood knows.
We got caught in the crossfire, because you shorted Tino
and his cut, didn't you?
Didn't you?
You think Tino did this?
Everything we built... It's gone.
It's all gone.
[fire whooshes]
- _ - [poignant strings]
♪ ♪
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[indistinct chatter]
[elevator dings]
As a reminder to our guests,
air pollution levels are elevated today.
Please use caution when exiting the hotel.
[dynamic music]
Target is on 24th floor.
[device trills]
[device chirping]
23.
23rd floor.
George Caplan? I'm Anastasia.
♪ ♪
Thank you for meeting me here.
I'm intrigued.
You must be quite a powerful man to merit this.
That's why I need you to keep it between us.
- Can you do that? - Of course.
That's what we do.
As long as this stays in place, I'm yours completely.
The three of us then?
[sighs] Just... just me.
Uh, please have a seat.
Last words of advice.
Do what you have to do to get what you need.
She's just a piece of company property.
[door closes]
Anastasia was it?
- It's really nice to meet you. - Likewise.
It's real. Go ahead.
- Music. - [computer chirps]
[soft jazz plays]
[laughs] Ah... [clears throat]
So let me explain. That... that man is my father,
and I have a... a problem.
It's not physical.
Dad thought that this might help.
I understand.
Just relax, and let me do everything.
♪ ♪
[exhales]
[thumps]
[toilet flushes]
Ugh. Oh, jeez, sorry.
I didn't think you'd get here so fast.
Uh, can I have a few minutes?
- Oh, of course. - Thank you.
[chuckles]
Uh... um, can you tell me about yourself first?
It's a... it's a trust thing.
What do you wanna know?
Uh, where are you from?
What are your passions?
Let's see...
My parents were diplomats, so I grew up all over the world.
Attended a girls' school in Switzerland.
The campus was way out in the country...
No boys around for miles.
Sometimes, when we got lonely,
my roommate, Silvie, and I used to...
Okay, look, I know this is a little weird,
but if this is gonna work, I need the real you.
Not that softcore bullshit they make you memorize.
Please?
If it helps, I guarantee
that I will not keep you very long.
[chuckles]
Come on. Where... Where are you really from?
[laughs] Mr. Caplan, you know I can't tell you that.
Oh... Okay. Mr. Caplan.
Message received.
It must be exhausting.
Losers like me blather on all day about our problems.
Well...
I can tell you my parents weren't diplomats.
Oh, yeah?
What did your dad really do?
Nothing interesting.
My dad negotiates grain contracts.
It has to be more interesting than that.
[laughs]
[dynamic music]
[device chirps]
♪ ♪
- [device suctions] - My father...
He had a little restaurant in Franklin Heights.
Had?
It's gone now.
I'm sorry.
I just made you sad, didn't I?
[soft jazz plays]
I'm not sad.
I'm very happy to be here with you.
Separate building systems.
Ben was right about you.
- Ben... - Ben Larson.
He's a... he's a friend from work.
He said you were special.
Ben Larson?
Never heard of him.
It's okay.
We're alone.
How did you two meet?
What does this about?
It's about Ben Larson.
I told you. I don't know him.
Well, I think you do.
And you're gonna tell me the truth right now.
The truth?
- [device blares alarm] - Sure.
The truth is that with your pants off,
all you limp dicks look the same to me.
No...
Now I am going to ask you again,
and if you don't answer...
then I start carving.
Maybe they fix ya, maybe they just let ya scar up.
Do you know where Spiga sends girls like that?
To the silos to service the grain crews.
You can cut me.
I've been cut many times before.
A client used to hold my head under water...
Said it helped him cope with the stress from the office.
There is nothing you can dream up
in your sick, twisted imagination
that I have not endured in this job.
- Come on. - So go ahead. Make me scream.
But you'll get the same answer.
I don't know Ben Larson.
How deep do you want me to go?
However deep you want.
[groaning]
[alarm pulses]
- [whimpering] - [gas hisses]
[inhales aggressively]
[alarm droning]
What the hell?
There has been an atmospheric contamination.
Please use the oxygen rebreather units
provided in your room.
Then exit the building in an orderly fashion.
There has been an atmospheric contamination.
Please use the oxygen rebreather units
provided in your room. Then exit the building...
- [elevator dings] - [indistinct chatter]
Evacuation is in progress.
Please stay calm.
- [indistinct clamoring] - 15 rooms.
- Let's go! - We're rolling out.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[shouting]
[distressed breathing]
[phone trilling]
Answer.
Ben, the presentation is in ten minutes.
Where are you?
The presentation. Right. I...
Sorry, I'm... I had to take care of something.
- I'm on my way. - [phone trills]
[device chirping]
[distant sirens blaring]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic percussive music]
[both grunting]
Ah! [moans]
[grunts and wallops]
Ah!
[both grunting]
[whooshes]
- Come on, let's go again. - Laura...
No, I know. I get it.
I dropped my guard. I tensed up. Let's just go again.
The point of Past Trauma Re-experiential Therapy
is not to pound your trauma into submission.
It's to explore every facet
of what's causing your emotional pain.
Fine. Let's explore it.
Go again.
We need to talk about your feelings.
Oh, my God.
That's how this works? You want it to work, don't ya?
Look, I have tried cognitive enhancement diversion,
wearables, drugs, even a goddamn VR pet,
and now this crap.
It's all bullshit.
Everyone things that they know what I went through,
but they don't.
I have to go.
- [elevator trills] - [indistinct chatter]
- Where the hell were you? - I got held up.
The Deck isn't even finished yet.
It's fine.
- I got this. - [sighs]
- Mr. Larson, you're late. - I know.
- I told you... - I'm sorry.
[device chirping]
Ben...
Uh, go.
[device pings]
Counterintelligence used to... [clears throat]
Sorry.
Counterintelligence used to be about
breaking into security systems and databases,
but now, thanks to Everclear,
it's about breaking into the human mind.
We no longer rely on outdated interrogation techniques.
We can now literally turn people's brainwaves
into usable images and actionable intelligence.
- [sighs] - [door squeaks open]
Boris...
what the hell is wrong with you?
Lack of good role models probably.
Are you sure this is the place?
Girl's a high-end spreader from Franklin Heights.
This is where they got her.
Of course, if you want some A-plus brainiac yum-yum...
You're disgusting and I hate that I know you.
Nice doing business.
We're reopening a background check
into one of your students.
She was recruited into Arcadia a few years ago?
Oh... Elena Marquez.
That takes me back.
We didn't have an empty seat in those days.
You have one or two kids stroke out,
- and you're a pariah. - Mm.
- Is Elena in trouble? - No... no, nothing like that.
A high-level Spiga executive
is interested in acquiring her contract,
but we're having trouble reaching her next of kin
to update the payout agreements.
Those sealed Arcadia personnel files are
a real pain in the ass.
[computer shuffles]
Technically, my files should be locked just as tight.
[snickers]
[devices chirping]
There's only one contact for her.
- How do you want it? - Quietly.
By isolating the neurons in sectors one-four-seven,
in one-four-nine, and one-six-two,
my team has had remarkable success
in extracting actionable data.
And best of all, we can remove the data
with precision at the end of the employee's contract
without causing permanent damage as we have in the past.
Why erase everything when we can erase
only our proprietary information?
[device trills]
We hope to have Everclear online within the next three months.
Unless you have any questions, that's all I have.
Uh, let me ask just one question.
We're a bio-tech company, correct?
- Yes. - And our firm focuses on
the development of genetic strains,
new agricultural products, and the production of food
- for the entire goddamn world? - Yes.
Then if you could explain to me what the hell
we need a mind-reading device for.
It's okay. I'll handle this.
Expenditures for prevention of intellectual theft
account or a full 40% of our security budget.
Everclear allows us to apply those funds elsewhere.
And what about the millions you've already spent?
It will shore up the security gaps
I've already flagged for you.
Ah... the gaps that almost allowed
Chad Peterson to steal our protocols.
To the next of kin of Elena Marquez,
we regret to inform you that your daughter's contract
has been terminated prematurely.
If you would like to receive the full death benefit payout,
please meet our representative at the address on record tonight
at... 5:30 p.m.
Letterhead and send.
David, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye,
but if you are questioning my performance...
What I am questioning are the time and resources
you're continuing to spend on a white rhino chase.
Everclear is not a white rhino, sir.
It's going to be operational within the month actually.
Oh, really?
Then why does your presentation not reflect that?
Because Ms. Krauss taught me to never over-promise.
But it will be up and running by month's end.
Thank you, Mr. Larson.
We'll reconvene and hear
the next candidate's presentation in one hour.
[eerie music]
Ben...
I'm sorry. I overstepped my bounds.
I appreciate your loyalty.
Of course.
Just be careful.
You made some big claims in there.
We all need to make sure we deliver.
Yes, ma'am.
♪ ♪
- [door buzzes] - [indistinct chatter]
Please be advised.
No communication devices are allowed inside the facility.
Visiting time is limited to one hour.
[conversing in Spanish] _
_
[coughing]
[retching]
- _ - [poignant music]
_
I've done the math.
With what they're charging for room and board,
plus the interest, plus what we owe the bank,
even with you and I working 80 hours a week each...
We'll still be in debt for the next 138 years.
When you're gone, they'll come for me,
and then when I die, they'll take Theo.
This is the first time I ever wished you weren't so smart.
I should go.
♪ ♪
I promised Theo I'd make him dinner.
You're a good girl, Elena.
♪ ♪
[sobbing]
[door buzzes]
[indistinct chatter]
[car honking]
You're Elena Marquez's next of kin?
- What happened to her? - Sir, you know the contract
she signed restricts any dissemination of details
- related to her employment. - Are you gonna stand there
and tell me nothing about my daughter?
Sir, this is just procedure.
Provide me with some information,
and then we can discuss the employee's demise.
How'd she...
Did she suffer?
No. Nothing like that.
But I will need the information.
- Can you identify this man? - [device pings]
That's the piece of shit that ruined her life.
You wanna help me ruin his?
- With the grain this time. - Yes, Tino.
If I wanna look like I was in a street fight,
I'll get in a goddamn street fight.
[upbeat music plays on speakers]
Why did you do it?
Aaron? [laughs]
You got some balls, kid.
You ruined her life for a $20,000 haul.
What the hell are you talking about?
The currency exchange thing? I heard all about that.
I just figured you were gonna make it up to me.
This little stunt I'm less happy about.
You're telling me you didn't burn down our family's place.
Why would I do that? I love the tacos.
Besides, she just made a deal
to settle up everything she owes me.
- She what? - Yeah.
Hey, where do you think she's gonna get that money from, huh?
I mean...
she could sell all her organs.
Fuck!
I'm gonna forgive this one time,
because I can remember what it was like
to be under the spell of some Grade A pussy.
[groans]
[device chirping]
Dammit, Roger.
- Take me to the tracker point. - Routing to El Gordo Gustavo.
Location is currently out of business.
[device chirping]
[knock at door]
[exhales]
Thanks for coming.
So I hear you caused a riot.
[scoffs] I wouldn't say that...
Though, maybe a small one.
You doing okay?
[sighs] Honestly, I've been better.
Is it Ben?
No... he's great.
I mean, you know how work is, but...
No, he's fine.
It's just, um...
I've been having the episodes again.
Are you seeing your therapist?
I just quit another one today.
Look, I need to say something, and it's something that...
[laughs] God, I feel ridiculous.
Laura, whatever it is...
Since...
what happened,
I, uh...
I haven't been on the other side of the wall.
Not once.
In eight years?
It's okay.
Trust me, there's nothing out there.
That doesn't make me feel like any less of a prisoner.
It's fine, Laura.
You are fine.
You've seen a lot of things...
In the war, your job...
Sure.
But you don't need therapy.
Well, doing it and needing it are two different things.
So you just deal with it.
How?
I don't...
Not really.
There was this guy under my command
during the Oil Wars.
Smart, fast.
Understood strategy like nobody I've ever seen.
I'm not a proud man.
I know when someone's smarter than me,
and this kid was,
so I leaned on him more and more.
The brass were planning a raid
on a refinery outside of Cape Town.
I was against it,
so I asked this brilliant kid... My guy...
He told me we could do it.
He knew just where they'd be.
So I caved.
I trusted his judgment more than my own.
We marched in...
and then they hit us hard.
I lost 2,000 men in three minutes.
Jesus.
Now as I lay there, bleeding out,
I saw him... my guy...
With the insurgents.
He was sent to gain our trust and destroy us from within.
And I let him do it.
Hell, I helped him do it.
It wasn't your fault.
Neither was what happened to you.
Doesn't feel like it.
It never will.
You have to make a decision.
Are you gonna let one twist of fate
decide who you are?
Dad, I found something... Something...
God, it'll end her.
It'll end Elizabeth Krauss.
I just need one last piece, and then...
Then when we go to the board and tell them what I found.
Call me as soon as you can.
[phone trills]
[door creaks open]
[phone pings and trills]
Hello... Aaron.
[steady percussive music]
♪ ♪
Any pregnancies? Abortions?
No.
Number of sexual partners?
- One. - I hope he was worth it.
Payout's 30% more for a virgin.
Mr. Brownston!
Negative for STis and parasites,
and she's had all of her inoculations.
Standard 20-year contract...
The usual disclaimers.
I can offer you this signing bonus today,
and this payout at the conclusion of your contract.
And my father will be released right away?
We can have him out in an hour.
All the money goes to him and my brother.
Less your debt to the bank, yes.
All you have to do is sign.
Elena! Wait!
Ah! Ah! Elena!
Girls like us are the lucky ones, Elena.
We have something to trade.
If you sign this, you'll be giving up everything...
Your freedom, your rights, your name.
Tell her!
Ms. Marquez has been fully briefed
- on the terms of her employment. - Did they tell you that
you become the property of Spiga?
Just give me a week.
I'll find another way.
Aaron, my dad will be dead in a week.
But Elena... Don't!
- [device drones] - No!
- [wallops] - Aaron!
[coughs and groans]
- Listen to me... - [groans]
If you love me, I need you to do one thing...
[groaning]
Forget about me.
[groaning]
That's why my closure rate is over 90%.
The fire...
You started it?
You destroyed our life for a fucking commission?
[tense music]
- [roars] - [taser surges]
[grunting]
[convulsive grunting]
♪ ♪
Hello... Aaron.
Roger, it's not what you think.
What?
That you're a skint from a 'fugee camp
who assumed a Green Zone identity?
That you've lied to every person you've ever met?
What part of what I just said is not true?
I always knew the family man thing was bullshit,
but growing up here...
With all the dose-ers and the chicken necks?
It's amazing you can eat with a knife and fork.
I can give you what you want.
Yeah?
Yeah, I tell Elizabeth I'm out,
and then I convince her to give you the promotion.
You expect me to believe you've got the juice for that?
She's my mother-in-law.
Lauren and I are giving her her first grandchild.
You look your wife in the face every goddamn day
and lie to her, and I'm supposed to trust you?
You know everything, Roger.
I don't do exactly what you say, I'm done.
Hm.
All I need is one thing.
Get me into Arcadia.
I can't let her die in that place.
Roger...
Do we have a deal?
Sure.
♪ ♪
[watch beeping]
Get me into Arcadia.
I can't let her die in that place.
[grunts and wallops]
- [yelling] - [items clatter]
That you've lied to every person you've ever met...
[grunts and wallops]
I always knew the family man thing was bullshit...
[strained grunting]
Ah!
[strained breathing]
Ah! Huh!
[strained shouting]
You're gonna destroy everything.
[strained shouting]
I can't let you hurt my family.
You know everything, Roger.
I don't do exactly what you say, I'm done.
All I need is one thing.
Get me into Arcadia.
I can't let her die in that place.
[dramatic percussive music]
- Do we have a deal? - Sure.
[heavy breathing]
Roger, it's not what you think.
[distressed yelling] No!
That you've lied to every person you've ever met?
What part of what I just said is not true?
No! No!
Aaron?
Holy shit.
What happened?
He knew who I was.
I had no choice.
Everything I'm doing...
Everything... Is for Elena.
[poignant music]
You know that, right?
♪ ♪
We need to take care of this.
What are we gonna do with him?
[device trilling]
I spoofed the location tracking
to show Roger stopped miles from here.
I gave his car a fake SyslD. It's a ghost now.
Hold onto this.
Why?
Because we're gonna need it.
Where are you gonna send him?
South.
There'll be no cops once it reaches the dust-storm states.
The car will get stripped, the body will get dumped.
If the sun's shining, it should have enough power
to make it to the Mexican wall.
I cranked the heat up.
He'll be unrecognizable by the time they find him.
I saw her, Theo.
- What? - Elena.
You... you saw her?
I was 20 feet away from her...
at a hotel. I...
Why the hell didn't you get her?
- I couldn't. - Why not?
You think I could just take her?
If I get past her guards, then what?
They'd hunt us down, Theo.
There's nowhere for us to run... Nowhere to hide.
We have to think long-term.
And now, with the body, the watch...
It's all going to help us.
I have a plan, Theo. You have to trust me.
♪ ♪
You're a real piece of shit, Aaron.
♪ ♪
I know.
♪ ♪
[gasps]
How'd you sneak past the guy's downstairs?
Told them I was your father.
You also tell them I didn't wanna see you here?
Theo, Elena's dead.
No, she's not.
- [speaking Spanish] - No, she's not dead.
Aaron killed her.
Aaron would never hurt her.
He's ruined everything.
You ruined everything.
My sister gave her life for you, and you did what?
You got shit-faced and bailed on me.
I was just a kid.
I want you gone by the time I wake up tomorrow.
Theo, por favor, mi hijo.
Theo, soy tu papá.
- [door slams] - Theo...
- [lively music plays] - [indistinct chatter]
Some Red Zone dive.
Whole department's high on blur.
The boss just dropped 10 grand on a cage fight.
Well, you know I hate these things.
Yeah, well, the second I see an opening, I'm out.
[laughs] You're the best.
Okay, well, kiss the baby for me, all right?
And, uh, I'll be home as soon as I can.
Hey, how are you doing? I'm sorry I'm late.
Can I get, uh, a whiskey?
This is nuts, right?
[fly zips]
- Hey! Hey! - Reed...
- Aaron? - Long time no see, Reed.
[whispering] Hey, keep your voice down.
My name is Hendrick now.
What are you wearing?
- Oh, is this real silk? - Hey... hey...
What do you got going on?
Some kind of pass-worker scam?
How did you, uh, scrub your arrest records?
I'm not a pass-worker. I'm a suit,
- and I can't have you coming... - You're a what?
Wait... That was your back door?
When you said you were going to a better place,
I thought you meant... Winnipeg.
But you got over the wall.
I got lucky.
Yeah?
Good for you.
- You fucking left me... - [grunts]
In that refugee camp!
The second you use an exploit, they patch it.
I didn't even know if it was gonna work.
Oh, but it did.
- [exhales] - Aaron, I have a family now.
If the company finds out where I came from...
Your secret's safe with me.
Thank you.
- If you need money... - I don't need your money.
- Or prescription drugs. - What I need...
is for you to pry open that back door again...
and let me in.
You owe me that much...
don't you think?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
You scrubbed your DNA profile from the FEMA database?
I think FEMA is like...
one old lady at a desk now, but yes.
And what about your arrest records?
Actually, I pinned those on a wife-beater in Walnut Hill.
This isn't some reffo-camp prank.
The companies... They execute people
for far less than we're doing here.
They call it "Termination of Contract."
I'll be careful.
If you wanna be safe, you need to remember
that these suits only care about themselves.
How big their houses are, what floor their offices are on.
Keep your head down, and your dreams small,
and you can almost become invisible.
You're gonna have a better life than you ever imagined.
Isn't that enough?
Not without Elena.
[device trills]
[dramatic percussive music]
♪ ♪
Go ahead. Pick your name.
♪ ♪
[keyboard clacking]
[laughs]
♪ ♪
- [device chirps] - [fire whooshes]
♪ ♪
Hey, kid.
Say your name.
Ben Larson.
Again.
Ben Larson.
Again.
Ben Larson.
♪ ♪
Good.
♪ ♪
After a while...
you'll think this is who you've always been.
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