The Beauty

Okay, it's doggy time, baby.

Let's flip it.

It's okay, Doc. You can watch.

There's a lot to admire here.

Baby, put it back in.

- You want it back? - Yeah.

- You want it back… - So bad.

She wants it back, Doc.

I'll put it back in.

You know, I've always been more of like a

like a grower than a shower.

But this is

this is ridiculous.

You really should be more careful.

Yeah? Why? We got some booty juice on the loose?

No. Clearly you weren't listening at the presentation.

Deeper, daddy.

The serum is alive living in your bloodstream, your bodily fluids.

Its pathogenic properties are what made it so effective.

Pathogen? Like a virus?

- Yes, that's exactly right. Precisely... - Hey!

Hey, do not kill my vibe here.

Look, all I'm saying is that we don't exactly know how

such strong viral characteristics will behave

within such a short-term incubation window.

What? Are we talking like… the goddamn flu or something?

I'm saying there are unknowns.

There were no necessary trials, no study of transmission routes.

Those usually take months, years, and you were impatient.

It sounds like some lab coat worrywart bull

shit.

Hello.

It's nice to meet you.

Let me tell you about the greatest drug you ever could imagine.

No, fuck it.

Let me show you the greatest drug

you could ever imagine.

You okay in there?

Yeah, yes. I'll be right out.

I have to tell you, not killing me is the best decision you ever made.

I have uses for your talents.

But you keep fucking with my head, I will change my mind.

Clinical realities require difficult conversations.

Well, isn't that a ballsy approach,

for a man in your position?

I was trying to help.

After your dosage, a period of observation was supposed to occur.

Adjustments would've been made accordingly.

Needless to say, you didn't seem that interested in much follow-up.

Follow-up?

Man, follow-up for what?

Side effects, uh, anomalies.

Contagiousness was near the top of my concerns,

and I'm guessing that's not good for you, is it?

What's that?

Honestly, my guess is you killed your friends.

No, they're my…

They weren't my friends.

Billionaires, we don't need friends.

We have staff and yacht buddies.

Apps. Stewardess.

You killed your friends that no one will miss because you recognize this.

The bio identical serum has huge pharmaceutical potential,

and I'm alive to help you make

the biggest anti aging drug in the history of mankind.

A modern-day and extremely lucrative fountain of youth.

What did I just fucking tell you about playing fucking games with me?

I-I assure you this is no game.

You think you're brilliant,

and everyone around you tells you this every moment of every day.

I-I won't do that.

You are a caveman playing with fire now, and fire burns.

I ought a fucking…

So what? Every time I just sneeze,

this shit's just gonna scatter everywhere?

Not that kind of contagious. Uh…

Y-You're familiar with HIV, I assume.

This guy.

More anomalies may appear and adjustments can still be made.

Let me draw a vial and begin to get new data sets this week.

I'm sorry, have I given you the impression

that we have some sort of trust thing going on here?

I'm more than just an item of luxury. I…

I'm necessary.

Together we have unleashed something new.

I gave birth to the life that courses through your veins.

Let me continue to be its caretaker.

And by extension, you as well.

What about her?

So she's infected?

Is she just gonna change like I did?

And likely becomes contagious herself.

Starts to become a version of a street drug

if she copulates with someone else.

Caps your market value on the low side.

I want to fuck you.

Who in God's name are you?

Oh, darling, have you finally lost that last lonely marble

in that dusty head of yours?

Jefferson. Jefferson.

How could you not recognize your dearly beloved husband?

Oh, Byron, I know you can hear me. What kind of a joke is that?

That's so stupid. That's bullshit.

A joke.

The only joke here is that someone as good-looking as me

could still be married to you.

Get out. Get out.

That's exactly what you said to me on our honeymoon.

I was drugged.

No. Accidentally.

That mystery bag of pills that you carry around to keep you upright

was so disorganized,

I confused the good-time Molly for the sad-time laxatives.

Magical Balinese sunset strapped to a toilet.

Well, you finally shed that bulging shit belly, so you're welcome.

Ah.

Yeah, ironic, isn't it?

I spent a lifetime toying with getting rid of it,

to have it be the only thing left of the old me,

- my beloved third nipple, Archibald. - Archibald.

How did this happen, you ask.

Well… …I told you I was onto something great,

and you mocked me.

But that's okay, because when you look this good,

you don't hold grudges anymore.

So, with my snazzy new outlook, I will make you a one-time offer.

I'll venture into that deli counter you've got in your pants

and give you the gift of mental and physical transformation

via my hot magic load.

Magic what?

My jizz.

I don't know how you did this.

But am I surprised, truly? No.

You want to amaze me, right?

Like you wanted me to gasp at your electric car,

at the spaceship to Venus and Mars,

and the peptides in Africa,

and a new robotic whatever.

I am not now nor have I ever been impressed with you.

So what? Now you look like a…

Slightly aging Bruce Weber model.

And I say, go fuck yourself.

I'm not clapping for you.

You exhaust me.

You're the same dumpster with a fresh coat of paint, you clown boy.

Okay, well.

Your garbage genes

produced two garbage children.

And somebody's gonna have to hold their hands for the next 50 years,

and it ain't gonna be me.

- Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. - All right.

Can you imagine the mind fuck that the rest of the world's gonna have?

The physicality of a professional athlete,

the blood work of a 25-year-old.

A single shot,

one-size-fits-all cure-all for everything.

You're a fucking vampire.

A Nosferatu.

Yes.

And you think you can stroll back into society without anybody noticing?

Mmm. No, no. That's the point.

I'm the world's greatest goddamn advertisement

for the hottest new super drug that makes you effortlessly beautiful.

Perfect even, for eternity.

You don't have to diet.

You don't have to exercise.

Well, the FDA might have something to say about that.

- Yeah. - The FDA?

Please.

They're useless.

- They're meaningless now. - They're a-a phantom agency.

Once the public gets a whiff of this,

and they see what's possible,

you think some red tape mope

or stuffy senator on stroke medication is gonna get in the way of this?

Eli Lilly, Novo Nordisk.

Nobody's gonna give a shit about that kind of small potatoes.

Trillions, not billions.

Trillions.

This rapid refinement, followed by mass production,