Lazarus (2025) s01e04 Episode Script
Don't Stop the Dance
When Hapna went on sale
3 years ago,
minors were strictly
prohibited from using it.
But in the underground scene,
it was a craze among us kids.
Adults didn't understand why we
would want to use painkillers.
Then all it took was
a single rumor.
"Hapna is a drug
that can get rid of sadness."
The word spread like wildfire.
Dealers started selling it
to us at jacked-up prices.
I took it, too.
Since my own feelings
were too much for me to handle.
It seemed crazy that
Skinner found a way
to control human emotions.
I started to think of him
as a god.
Needless to say, he betrayed
all those expectations,
but just maybe
Dr. 909.
One of the world's
most prolific hackers.
Even the FBI hasn't been
able to identify him.
But thanks to Elaina,
we located his hidden wallet.
- What's a "hidden wallet"?
- Well,
think of it like a bank ledger
for cryptocurrencies.
Looking into it, we found a
highly unusual influx of funds.
- Whoa!
- Is this for real?
That's an insane
amount of money.
Right before Skinner made
his announcement,
a stock trader named Sam
deposited a large amount
of money into 909's account.
From the looks of it,
the guy knew ahead of time
that Hapna stocks would plummet.
He sold off a whole bunch of
them just before the news hit.
But how could this guy know?
Dr. Skinner's
plan started 3 years ago,
when he disappeared and
erased all traces of himself.
It should be impossible
to pull that off
without the help
of a top-tier hacker.
So, basically, this 909 guy
helped Skinner disappear
in exchange for Hapna info.
Then got with Sam
to cash in before the crash.
That seems like
the natural conclusion.
Okay. All we gotta do now
is catch this 909 fella.
You make it so sound easy.
In the meantime,
Elaina is going to keep
monitoring the wallet
for any movement.
The rest of you
go and hunt down Sam.
It seems highly likely that he's
in regular contact with 909.
Unh!
Meow! Meow, meow, meow!
Sam Stephenson.
The stock trader.
Just another investor
who's rolling in the dough.
Definitely not a fan.
I bet this guy's
a narcissistic rich asshole
who thinks he's a hotshot,
who makes women wait on him.
Settle down.
Let's not jump to conclusions.
Let's see what his
social media presence is like.
- Ha!
- Hey!
It's all about Hapna!
Ah!
Mmm!
Nothing to stress about.
The only stuff I like to keep
around my club
is the hottest stuff!
Just as bad as I thought!
Talk about a total sleazebag!
How is this guy for real?
- Ugh.
So, what do we gotta do
to meet this jackass?
Sam throws a party at one
of his clubs every weekend.
He likes to pick out
attractive women
to join him in the VIP area.
All right, then.
I take it that's
where I come in.
Hold up!
Why I am dressed like a girl?
For insurance.
We have no idea what type of
woman this guy is into.
I gotta say, though,
it's actually
a good look on you.
No, seriously,
you're a real cutie.
- Hey! Personal space!
- Hey, heartbreaker.
Stop goofing around, you two.
- Cut it out!
- Let's go.
No way!
This is wild!
They've booked Visionary
as tonight's DJ?!
- Wow.
- What's the big deal?
Is he famous?
- Huh?
You've never heard of him?
- Aw, yeah!
It's time to have some fun!
Remember,
we're not here to party.
Yeah, I'm aware.
Huh? This shouldn't
even be possible.
- What's wrong?
- It's regarding the locations
of the deposits made
over the last 2 weeks.
I'll show you.
London, Boston, Lyon, Osaka.
They're happening
all over the world.
And what's more, every single
one took place at physical ATMs.
Does this mean
he hired someone
to make the deposits
for him and avoid being tracked.
That doesn't make sense.
He would have to meet
them in person
to pass off the access device.
In any event, the security
cameras at the ATMs,
should've caught somebody
making the deposits.
Okay. I'll try
looking into them.
Come on. We need to look
the part of a couple.
Hm.
We're going to infiltrate
in two teams.
Obviously, we can't
bring in any weapons.
Ladies, your mission
is to catch Sam's eye
by putting on a show
and waiting for
his personal invite.
If you manage to
establish contact with him,
lure him to a secluded area.
What if he doesn't choose us?
We switch to plan B.
We go kick his ass.
There is no plan B.
This is his turf.
And the last thing
we want is for him to run off
because we caused a scene.
Oh!
I haven't been to
a club in forever!
Ah!
Hold on!
Unh!
Uh, pardon me.
Sorry. Only authorized
personnel allowed upstairs.
- Oh, yeah?
- You're in the way, dude!
These guys are with me.
His security is heavily armed.
It looks like
the VIP lounge is upstairs.
You need some kinda digital
tattoo to gain access.
Hmm.
They certainly appear
to be the same person.
But none of them
show their faces,
so I can't identify them.
Hit me with another.
Thank you.
Just put it on this guy's tab.
That's enough. Slow down.
Aw, this is just pre-game
for me.
Barkeep! A shot of tequila!
Ooh! That's it.
Excuse me.
Is Sam really
going to show tonight?
It's hard to say.
Every once in a while,
the owner does make
his own appearances.
Oh, boo!
I really wanted get
a good selfie with him.
Well, just between you and me,
he always shows up with the DJ,
and they arrive by helicopter.
Why, thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Whoa!
Unh!
What are you doing?
I thought I told you
to put on a show.
Then I'm gonna need help
getting comfortable out there.
Why don't you come
and dance with me?
- Huh?
- Are you telling me
you can't dance?
Of course I can dance.
That guy is a riot!
He's getting
all of the attention.
Huh?
I don't get this place.
I danced my butt off
but didn't get an invite.
- I just got picked up.
- No way! That's BS!
Where at?!
- Now that's funny.
I guess they think he's
just better-looking than you.
Ah!
Uh, sorry.
Forget what I said.
- What's up, Laura?!
- Hi, Chris!
Who's this bitch?!
You can't cut in line!
Let's go, girl!
Don't want to keep Sam
waiting for us.
Huh? The wallet just
updated with a new transaction.
Where did it happen?
Babylonia City.
This is actually
really close to us!
All right, everyone!
Let me introduce you!
Say hello to the special DJ
who I booked for today's event!
The Visionary!
- Hey.
Perfect.
They made contact with Sam.
And now it's our turn.
Hey, there, I'm Diana!
And this little cutie is Laura.
Right?
Like we give
a flying crap about your names.
Hey, what are those?
Stock prices?
You're doing money-making
stuff right now?
We have an AI that does
all the trading for us.
So we just watch millions
of dollars move by the second.
Delta's getting dropped
like a rock.
I know about that!
It's 'cause of Hapna!
Yeah, right!
Females don't know anything!
Skinner is the bomb!
Aren't you afraid
of Hapna killing us?
Eh, why should I?
Somebody'll figure out a cure.
And then, we're gonna
make millions off of it.
That's how we do it!
You're so cool.
I know, right?
Huh?
Oh, sorry.
She's just a little shy.
I like that. It's cute.
Let's go somewhere private.
I'm surprised, Visionary.
You got kinky tastes!
- Shut up, man.
- Uh
Here we go!
It's punch-bowl time!
Yeah!
Huh?
Hey, wait a minute.
- It was Laura, wasn't it?
- Uh, well, it--
Listen, those other women
seemed like a bunch of sluts.
They don't spark my interest.
- Huh?
Let me put it this way.
My type of woman
is someone innocent
and still untouched.
Almost translucent?
If that makes sense.
Hey, uh, your set is
starting sometime soon.
Isn't it?
- Eh.
I leave all the songs
and that stuff to the AI.
- Huh?
- I don't give a crap
about music or whatever.
The only reason I'm a DJ is
to be popular with the ladies.
It's showtime, sir.
Please come to the booth.
Mm.
Keep an eye on her
so she doesn't run away.
Got it?
Found him!
- Where is he now?
- In Babylonia City.
It's footage
from 30 minutes ago.
Why the roof?
Stop right there, boys.
Those digital tattoos,
who did you get them from?
Let me switch
to a different camera.
Hmm.
I'll try using
a correction filter.
It worked!
That's our guy.
Let me tell ya,
the only females who show up
at my parties
are gold diggers like these.
And that's why
I give 'em what they deserve
with the special punch bowl!
All right, boys!
Do whatever you want with them!
Ha ha!
I'm gonna help myself
to this one right here.
No, stop it.
- Oh, boo-hoo.
You're in my club now, missy.
And it has the perk
of extraterritoriality,
meaning,
the cops aren't coming,
and the punch will make sure
you don't remember
anything tomorrow.
I've seen this guy before.
It's Visionary.
Oh. That makes sense.
He's always on tour,
traveling the world!
That's how he pulls off
all the transactions.
- Heh.
- Oh, I get it.
Huh?
You like to prey on women
like this.
Oh!
What the--
You should be out of it.
These cheap-ass party
drugs of yours
don't do a damn thing to me!
Unh!
Aah!
You only like
"the hottest stuff"
Isn't that right?
- Uh, well, no.
Taste reality,
you frickin scumbag!
Unh!
Ohh!
Ohh!
Aah! Ohh!
Huh?
Aah!
Aah!
Unh!
We've got him!
The identity of Dr. 909
is Visionary!
Huh?
Oh!
- Unh!
- Ohh!
Unh!
That's not good!
Come on!
Aah!
Huh?
Aah!
Ow!
Unh!
Unh!
Unh!
Heads up. They're trying
to escape in a helicopter.
I'll bring the car around!
Who the hell are those people?!
Unh!
Go now!
Hello, and good evening.
Seriously?!
Hmm.
Holy crap!
This guy has been watching
too many action movies!
My God.
He's totally out of his mind.
Over there!
He's still on the chopper!
Got it.
I want you to shake him off!
I am not allowed
to perform such maneuvers.
Huh?! I'm your owner!
I'm ordering you
to do what I say!
No, I refuse.
Hurry the hell up and do it,
damn it!
Bleep, blop, bloop!
Go!
Uh
Goodbye!
Bingo!
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
- Huh?
- Huh?
What?!
How is that possible?!
Ram into that guy!
I am not allowed
to perform such maneuvers.
Just do what I say!
No, I refuse!
Dammit!
Piece of garbage!
Follow my orders!
Bloop, beep, beep, beep,
beep, beep, beep, beep!
- Aah!
- Unh!
I told you so.
Wait! I'll give you as much
money as you want!
Come on!
Please don't kill me!
Okay, then.
Are you gonna tell me
where Skinner is?
Skinner?
Aah!
Better tell me everything now
or you're gonna drown.
Hey, do you know anything?
I've got no idea!
Really, now.
So how'd you make
all that money off Hapna?
- Well
because I hacked some data
from Delta Medicinal.
Fine.
Then give me that data.
- Uh, I can't.
- Huh?
Give it here!
Hand it over!
Here you go, sir!
- Aah!
It's been a pleasure.
-Famed investor Sam Stephenson
was arrested today
on charges of insider trading.
Police took him into custody
alongside a hacker known
as Dr. 909,
real name Donald McDonald,
who is suspected
of leaking the information.
So, to put it plainly,
909 had no connections
with Skinner whatsoever?
Yes, that seems to be the case.
Goddammit.
But at least now we're aware
that Delta Medicinal knew
the dangers of Hapna.
Which means that
Those people definitely have
some connection to Skinner.
I ♪
I must be
losing my mind ♪
I keep on trying
to find a way out ♪
There's no need ♪
You don't lock the
door anymore ♪
I ♪
Ba ba, ba ♪
You know I never go out ♪
Ba ba, ba ♪
And you know I
start to forget things ♪
It's okay ♪
They weren't
essential anyway ♪
3 years ago,
minors were strictly
prohibited from using it.
But in the underground scene,
it was a craze among us kids.
Adults didn't understand why we
would want to use painkillers.
Then all it took was
a single rumor.
"Hapna is a drug
that can get rid of sadness."
The word spread like wildfire.
Dealers started selling it
to us at jacked-up prices.
I took it, too.
Since my own feelings
were too much for me to handle.
It seemed crazy that
Skinner found a way
to control human emotions.
I started to think of him
as a god.
Needless to say, he betrayed
all those expectations,
but just maybe
Dr. 909.
One of the world's
most prolific hackers.
Even the FBI hasn't been
able to identify him.
But thanks to Elaina,
we located his hidden wallet.
- What's a "hidden wallet"?
- Well,
think of it like a bank ledger
for cryptocurrencies.
Looking into it, we found a
highly unusual influx of funds.
- Whoa!
- Is this for real?
That's an insane
amount of money.
Right before Skinner made
his announcement,
a stock trader named Sam
deposited a large amount
of money into 909's account.
From the looks of it,
the guy knew ahead of time
that Hapna stocks would plummet.
He sold off a whole bunch of
them just before the news hit.
But how could this guy know?
Dr. Skinner's
plan started 3 years ago,
when he disappeared and
erased all traces of himself.
It should be impossible
to pull that off
without the help
of a top-tier hacker.
So, basically, this 909 guy
helped Skinner disappear
in exchange for Hapna info.
Then got with Sam
to cash in before the crash.
That seems like
the natural conclusion.
Okay. All we gotta do now
is catch this 909 fella.
You make it so sound easy.
In the meantime,
Elaina is going to keep
monitoring the wallet
for any movement.
The rest of you
go and hunt down Sam.
It seems highly likely that he's
in regular contact with 909.
Unh!
Meow! Meow, meow, meow!
Sam Stephenson.
The stock trader.
Just another investor
who's rolling in the dough.
Definitely not a fan.
I bet this guy's
a narcissistic rich asshole
who thinks he's a hotshot,
who makes women wait on him.
Settle down.
Let's not jump to conclusions.
Let's see what his
social media presence is like.
- Ha!
- Hey!
It's all about Hapna!
Ah!
Mmm!
Nothing to stress about.
The only stuff I like to keep
around my club
is the hottest stuff!
Just as bad as I thought!
Talk about a total sleazebag!
How is this guy for real?
- Ugh.
So, what do we gotta do
to meet this jackass?
Sam throws a party at one
of his clubs every weekend.
He likes to pick out
attractive women
to join him in the VIP area.
All right, then.
I take it that's
where I come in.
Hold up!
Why I am dressed like a girl?
For insurance.
We have no idea what type of
woman this guy is into.
I gotta say, though,
it's actually
a good look on you.
No, seriously,
you're a real cutie.
- Hey! Personal space!
- Hey, heartbreaker.
Stop goofing around, you two.
- Cut it out!
- Let's go.
No way!
This is wild!
They've booked Visionary
as tonight's DJ?!
- Wow.
- What's the big deal?
Is he famous?
- Huh?
You've never heard of him?
- Aw, yeah!
It's time to have some fun!
Remember,
we're not here to party.
Yeah, I'm aware.
Huh? This shouldn't
even be possible.
- What's wrong?
- It's regarding the locations
of the deposits made
over the last 2 weeks.
I'll show you.
London, Boston, Lyon, Osaka.
They're happening
all over the world.
And what's more, every single
one took place at physical ATMs.
Does this mean
he hired someone
to make the deposits
for him and avoid being tracked.
That doesn't make sense.
He would have to meet
them in person
to pass off the access device.
In any event, the security
cameras at the ATMs,
should've caught somebody
making the deposits.
Okay. I'll try
looking into them.
Come on. We need to look
the part of a couple.
Hm.
We're going to infiltrate
in two teams.
Obviously, we can't
bring in any weapons.
Ladies, your mission
is to catch Sam's eye
by putting on a show
and waiting for
his personal invite.
If you manage to
establish contact with him,
lure him to a secluded area.
What if he doesn't choose us?
We switch to plan B.
We go kick his ass.
There is no plan B.
This is his turf.
And the last thing
we want is for him to run off
because we caused a scene.
Oh!
I haven't been to
a club in forever!
Ah!
Hold on!
Unh!
Uh, pardon me.
Sorry. Only authorized
personnel allowed upstairs.
- Oh, yeah?
- You're in the way, dude!
These guys are with me.
His security is heavily armed.
It looks like
the VIP lounge is upstairs.
You need some kinda digital
tattoo to gain access.
Hmm.
They certainly appear
to be the same person.
But none of them
show their faces,
so I can't identify them.
Hit me with another.
Thank you.
Just put it on this guy's tab.
That's enough. Slow down.
Aw, this is just pre-game
for me.
Barkeep! A shot of tequila!
Ooh! That's it.
Excuse me.
Is Sam really
going to show tonight?
It's hard to say.
Every once in a while,
the owner does make
his own appearances.
Oh, boo!
I really wanted get
a good selfie with him.
Well, just between you and me,
he always shows up with the DJ,
and they arrive by helicopter.
Why, thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Whoa!
Unh!
What are you doing?
I thought I told you
to put on a show.
Then I'm gonna need help
getting comfortable out there.
Why don't you come
and dance with me?
- Huh?
- Are you telling me
you can't dance?
Of course I can dance.
That guy is a riot!
He's getting
all of the attention.
Huh?
I don't get this place.
I danced my butt off
but didn't get an invite.
- I just got picked up.
- No way! That's BS!
Where at?!
- Now that's funny.
I guess they think he's
just better-looking than you.
Ah!
Uh, sorry.
Forget what I said.
- What's up, Laura?!
- Hi, Chris!
Who's this bitch?!
You can't cut in line!
Let's go, girl!
Don't want to keep Sam
waiting for us.
Huh? The wallet just
updated with a new transaction.
Where did it happen?
Babylonia City.
This is actually
really close to us!
All right, everyone!
Let me introduce you!
Say hello to the special DJ
who I booked for today's event!
The Visionary!
- Hey.
Perfect.
They made contact with Sam.
And now it's our turn.
Hey, there, I'm Diana!
And this little cutie is Laura.
Right?
Like we give
a flying crap about your names.
Hey, what are those?
Stock prices?
You're doing money-making
stuff right now?
We have an AI that does
all the trading for us.
So we just watch millions
of dollars move by the second.
Delta's getting dropped
like a rock.
I know about that!
It's 'cause of Hapna!
Yeah, right!
Females don't know anything!
Skinner is the bomb!
Aren't you afraid
of Hapna killing us?
Eh, why should I?
Somebody'll figure out a cure.
And then, we're gonna
make millions off of it.
That's how we do it!
You're so cool.
I know, right?
Huh?
Oh, sorry.
She's just a little shy.
I like that. It's cute.
Let's go somewhere private.
I'm surprised, Visionary.
You got kinky tastes!
- Shut up, man.
- Uh
Here we go!
It's punch-bowl time!
Yeah!
Huh?
Hey, wait a minute.
- It was Laura, wasn't it?
- Uh, well, it--
Listen, those other women
seemed like a bunch of sluts.
They don't spark my interest.
- Huh?
Let me put it this way.
My type of woman
is someone innocent
and still untouched.
Almost translucent?
If that makes sense.
Hey, uh, your set is
starting sometime soon.
Isn't it?
- Eh.
I leave all the songs
and that stuff to the AI.
- Huh?
- I don't give a crap
about music or whatever.
The only reason I'm a DJ is
to be popular with the ladies.
It's showtime, sir.
Please come to the booth.
Mm.
Keep an eye on her
so she doesn't run away.
Got it?
Found him!
- Where is he now?
- In Babylonia City.
It's footage
from 30 minutes ago.
Why the roof?
Stop right there, boys.
Those digital tattoos,
who did you get them from?
Let me switch
to a different camera.
Hmm.
I'll try using
a correction filter.
It worked!
That's our guy.
Let me tell ya,
the only females who show up
at my parties
are gold diggers like these.
And that's why
I give 'em what they deserve
with the special punch bowl!
All right, boys!
Do whatever you want with them!
Ha ha!
I'm gonna help myself
to this one right here.
No, stop it.
- Oh, boo-hoo.
You're in my club now, missy.
And it has the perk
of extraterritoriality,
meaning,
the cops aren't coming,
and the punch will make sure
you don't remember
anything tomorrow.
I've seen this guy before.
It's Visionary.
Oh. That makes sense.
He's always on tour,
traveling the world!
That's how he pulls off
all the transactions.
- Heh.
- Oh, I get it.
Huh?
You like to prey on women
like this.
Oh!
What the--
You should be out of it.
These cheap-ass party
drugs of yours
don't do a damn thing to me!
Unh!
Aah!
You only like
"the hottest stuff"
Isn't that right?
- Uh, well, no.
Taste reality,
you frickin scumbag!
Unh!
Ohh!
Ohh!
Aah! Ohh!
Huh?
Aah!
Aah!
Unh!
We've got him!
The identity of Dr. 909
is Visionary!
Huh?
Oh!
- Unh!
- Ohh!
Unh!
That's not good!
Come on!
Aah!
Huh?
Aah!
Ow!
Unh!
Unh!
Unh!
Heads up. They're trying
to escape in a helicopter.
I'll bring the car around!
Who the hell are those people?!
Unh!
Go now!
Hello, and good evening.
Seriously?!
Hmm.
Holy crap!
This guy has been watching
too many action movies!
My God.
He's totally out of his mind.
Over there!
He's still on the chopper!
Got it.
I want you to shake him off!
I am not allowed
to perform such maneuvers.
Huh?! I'm your owner!
I'm ordering you
to do what I say!
No, I refuse.
Hurry the hell up and do it,
damn it!
Bleep, blop, bloop!
Go!
Uh
Goodbye!
Bingo!
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
- Huh?
- Huh?
What?!
How is that possible?!
Ram into that guy!
I am not allowed
to perform such maneuvers.
Just do what I say!
No, I refuse!
Dammit!
Piece of garbage!
Follow my orders!
Bloop, beep, beep, beep,
beep, beep, beep, beep!
- Aah!
- Unh!
I told you so.
Wait! I'll give you as much
money as you want!
Come on!
Please don't kill me!
Okay, then.
Are you gonna tell me
where Skinner is?
Skinner?
Aah!
Better tell me everything now
or you're gonna drown.
Hey, do you know anything?
I've got no idea!
Really, now.
So how'd you make
all that money off Hapna?
- Well
because I hacked some data
from Delta Medicinal.
Fine.
Then give me that data.
- Uh, I can't.
- Huh?
Give it here!
Hand it over!
Here you go, sir!
- Aah!
It's been a pleasure.
-Famed investor Sam Stephenson
was arrested today
on charges of insider trading.
Police took him into custody
alongside a hacker known
as Dr. 909,
real name Donald McDonald,
who is suspected
of leaking the information.
So, to put it plainly,
909 had no connections
with Skinner whatsoever?
Yes, that seems to be the case.
Goddammit.
But at least now we're aware
that Delta Medicinal knew
the dangers of Hapna.
Which means that
Those people definitely have
some connection to Skinner.
I ♪
I must be
losing my mind ♪
I keep on trying
to find a way out ♪
There's no need ♪
You don't lock the
door anymore ♪
I ♪
Ba ba, ba ♪
You know I never go out ♪
Ba ba, ba ♪
And you know I
start to forget things ♪
It's okay ♪
They weren't
essential anyway ♪