Utopia

Since the beginning of time,

women have motivated men to aspire to greatness.

Countries were conquered for women.

Empires lost because of women.

Men would do anything for a woman.

If only men could have the perfect woman.

Welcome to Utopia.

Welcome to our room and sit.

You're my emperor.

-Hey! I was drinking that. -Enough wine.

Time for some fun and games, Caesar.

-Oh, yeah? -Yes.

Lay down.

On your knees for me.

You're very handsome.

Now close your eyes.

You're amazing, you know that?

I'd heard about it, I always wanted to come, but...

I had no idea how extraordinary it is.

Hello? You still there?

Sir, we've got a serious problem over here.

Remove Natalie from the set.

and secure the scene.

Jesus Christ!

Mr. Zenner, it looks like one of your puppets

has gone off the rails.

Does anyone else know?

-Negative. It's contained. -Good.

Keep it that way.

Oh, Karl!

-What the hell happened just now? -Karl, Karl,

-there's nothing to worry about. -Nothing to worry about?

Look, technically we're still in the R&D stage.

Things like these are bound to happen.

I have invested a fucking fortune in this.

You can't have the girls killing the clients!

Everyone signs a disclaimer that playing here

could be hazardous to their health.

It's not good for business.

Even if we're building our operation

in some third-world, Neo-Soviet bloc country,

you can't just make fucking bodies disappear!

You saw how well it worked.

Sex sells.

Aside from a minor hiccup,

she was perfect.

-You bugger! -Please.

Testing, testing. Can you hear me?

Testing, testing...

Rupert, you there?

I got you.

All right, what do we got?

It'll scramble our communications.

help trace local data frequencies.

We'll be with you all the way.

Didn't Drake's wife take the house?

Jesus Christ, Rupert. That's not cheap.

Well, what are friends for?

You really think she's there?

I've just had the most revealing conversation

with a young man who calls himself,

get this, a recruiter.

Now, if they can't convince the girls to go,

this guy says they're going to use any means necessary.

God, I hope you're wrong.

Yeah, me too.

I'll find her. No matter what it takes.

I know you will.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken that assignment.

She told me she wasn't going to be here

when I got back.

You know what? Maybe she just needs more time.

Look, I don't blame her for wanting to get away from me.

But her friends, her family?

Haven't heard from her in weeks.

This is the place.

We know she came here.

Excuse me, sorry for interrupting.

You Andrei?

-Yeah. -We spoke on the phone.

-Yeah. -You want to go inside and talk?

-Let's go. -All right. After you, buddy.

Thanks.

-Tell me where she is. -I don't know anything!

You're going to tell me where she is!

I don't know!

They just ask for girls sometimes.

-Now where the fuck is she? -I don't know!

You're so beautiful.

I love it.

What is this?

Shit.

Were you going to tell me?

-Of course I was. -When?

-Just... -After getting deployed?

Look, I haven't signed anything yet.

I thought you not getting deployed

from months on end and getting your ass shot off

was part of the deal.

-Alexis-- -No, I'm done seeing you

stitched together in some military hospital!

Hey, come on.

Are you going to do it?

Yeah.

Well, I won't be here when you get back.

The place is called Utopia.

So I created you a digital ID, a website,

a social media history, and an investor's down payment,

Mr. Thomas Wyeth.

It's a gentleman's name so behave like a gentleman.

I appreciate what you're doing, Rupert.

-You'd do the same for me. -Yeah, but I don't know

if your former colleagues over at MI6 would approve.

You're probably putting your life on the line.

Well, if I had known that,

I wouldn't have signed up, would I?

But seriously, you're the only Yank operative

who has ever put his ass on the line for me, so...

-I've got your back. -All right.

Let's go dark until I'm inside.

-State your name. -Thomas Wyeth.

Please, stand by while we check your credentials.

Thank you, Mr. Wyeth. You may now proceed.

Thank you.

Welcome to Utopia, sir.

Enjoy your stay.

Hello, little lady.

Welcome to Utopia, Mr. Johnson.

Welcome to Utopia, Mr. Spar.

Mr. Wyeth! Welcome to Utopia.

Thank you.

Select who you want to be and where

and the rest is magic.

I'm Jeremy Zenner, and welcome to Utopia.

You're among the very first chosen

to take part in this revolutionary experience

on our 2,000 acre sanctuary in the Republic of Astovia.

Ancient Rome, the Medieval era,

France during the Second World War

and even the roaring 20's.

Hi.

Select who you want to be and where...

A preview.

...and the rest is magic.

-I'm Jeremy Zenner... -Great.

...and welcome to Utopia.

You're among the very first chosen

to take part in this revolutionary experience

on our 2,000 acre sanctuary

in the Republic of Astovia.

Are there many gentlemen out there?

Oh, yes.

I wasn't informed

of how I'm supposed to feel about that.

We're excited, Adelaide!

Yes, excited!

Of course! That's right.

I am excited!

Just be yourself, Adelaide.

Everybody loves you just the way you are.

And if they don't,

we'll certainly make them regret it.

Come, come, ladies.

Mr. Zenner is going to decide what time period you'll be in.

Let's go, let's go!

Here they are.

-Are they stupendous? -Bloody hell!

Would you like the honor of placing our ladies?

I would.

Please.

-Rome. -Mm.

That's a great start.

Egypt!

Ancient Pyramids? I love it!

-France, World War II. -Oh!

Excellent choice.

And her?

Wild West.

You know, you are very good at this.

Hello.

How are you today?

Isn't this exciting?

Hello.

What's your name?

Alexis.

Yours?

Karl.

Hello, Karl.

Nice to meet you, Alexis.

Si la belleza fuera un crimen,

yo te hubiera sentenciado a cadena perpetua.

It's my pleasure to meet you, gentlemen.

I hope you're looking forward to a wonderful evening.

The work Jeremy has done

with the dorsal lateral prefrontal cortex, I mean...

Well, it's nothing short of brilliant.

Hey, four-eyes! English only, please.

-That was English. -Edmund, naughty boy!

Don't speak about a lady in the third person.

-Ooh. -Might make someone think