What if there were a medicine that could heal,
like, almost anything?
But what if they didn't want you to know about it?
Marshall Cuso.
Rick, what would happen if I brought this company,
like, a new product?
Frances, can we meet up?
Some people are following me, and I brought my tortoise.
There he is. That's the guy.
He was poking around downstream
from one of our dump sites in Peru.
American guy. Gringo.
One day one of the local kids got bit by a stray dog.
Our guy shows up, gave the kid a blue mushroom he'd foraged.
Wound gone. Kid's healed instantly.
He was stirring up trouble, this guy.
We thought we got rid of him.
That crash he was in? No one should have survived.
That's it? That's the story?
- Yep. - What do you want me to do here?
Tell the National Security Council?
I already told the DEA. They're handling it.
Oh, Cecily.
I'm here in Washington.
I'm not meeting senators.
I'm not seeing my old friend, the president.
I'm meeting you.
We put you in the administration
because we thought you knew how to be useful.
We hoped that you'd be more supportive, Cecily.
We share mutual interests.
Jonas, I was assured they put their two best agents on it,
Copano and Harrington.
And yet they failed to apprehend him.
I'm not sure you understand how serious this is.
Connor here works for Reutical Pharmaceuticals.
You don't think this has implications?
Connor, show her.
I keep one on me at all times since I saw what it can do.
Aah!
What the fuck?
Yeah, I'd say it's pretty impressive.
If this mushroom gets out,
it would be the single greatest destabilizing force
the world has ever seen.
We've already begun clearing the valley.
But if it's escaped…
I'll call the DEA right now.
24/7 stakeouts, whatever it takes.
Cecily, I've decided to supplement your efforts.
I'm putting some of my own people on Mr. Marshall.
Ah-ah, Jonas, don't tell me anything I don't want to know.
This is the most dangerous man in the world.
And we need to get the situation under control
before it gets out of hand.
Frances, are you still there?
- Yes. I'm here. - Can you meet me really fast?
I have to get out of town.
I have something to give you. Once I do that…
Okay, can you just slow down for a second?
- What is going on, Marshall? - Just listen.
I'd rather not say much right now.
People are after me.
What? W-Wait. Which people?
Um, at least one federal agency.
Look, just, if we just meet in person, I can explain.
Okay. Yes, yes. Okay.
Oh, there… there's this place that makes ramen burritos.
Ramen burritos, uh, do sound interesting,
but maybe not right now.
Frances, I've gotta go.
Meet me at the fountain in Tompkins Square Park.
Wait, Mar… Wait. Marshall.
Babe.
- Babe! - Yeah. One sec.
Fish on the line here, babe.
Yeah. I have to run out real quick.
Fucking, um, Rick has a problem.
Gah! Come to Daddy!
Mm! Fuck yeah!
You gotta go, like, right now?
No, I know, I know, it's so dumb.
Rick just called, and he needs someone to…
All right, cool. Hey, babe?
Pick me up some cheese. We need cheese.
I'm sorry. We need cheese?
What kind of cheese?
Uh, the good kind.
Has a cow on it.
Marshall?
- Hey! - Ah!
You're in big trouble, pal.
Yeah, you can't stay parked there.
It's a fire zone. Keep moving, all right?
Sorry. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.
All right, buddy, I gotta make a quick call.
tie up some loose ends, then we'll hit the road.
How's that sound?
Oh, Socrates. Are you feeling okay?
Okay, actually, I know someone who can help.
Yep. Just sit tight till then. Grab some lunch.
Got it.
They want us to wait for a mycologist.
- Mycologist? - Mushroom specialist.
Yeah, I know what a mycologist is.
They don't trust us to find mushrooms?
They want an expert.
God, I love this thing. The budget on this case is wild.
I don't get it.
They're acting like this guy is mushroom El Chapo.
He's not as bad as some of our other cases.
He didn't dismember anyone and dump portions of them
in different swamps.
Mm. Fair. I forgot that one.
Nah, this guy, he's… he's feeding ducks every night.
Yeah, those ducks.
Every night, 6:00 p.m.
It's like they got an alarm clock.
Do you think the ducks will come back tonight?
I bet they will.
You'll bet, huh?
Okay. Unfortunately,
Zane's the one guy for tortoise medicine,
so let's just get through this as fast as possible.
Oh, come on, is that a flowerhorn cichlid?
He can't have that in here.
Oh.
Hey, Marshall.
Oh, man. Zane. What are you doing, man?
What are you doing here?
Well, it's kind of a long story, Zane.
Listen, I've got this
sick tortoise, and it's a bit urgent, so…
Where'd you get this little guy?
- Is he from Madagascar? - Zane, I…
Because I do not do business
with tortoises from, uh, Madagascar.
He's not from Madagascar, Zane. Look at this shell.
He's from Peru. Okay?
Um, can you do the thing with me?
- Damn it, Zane. Come on. - I wanna do the thing.
It wasn't that hard. Thank you.
Great. Okay, great. Zane, please, I…
Zane.
- What are you doing here? - Buddy? Please?
I-I've gotta get going. People are after me.
Why don't we… let's just see what we can do.
Um…okay!
We'll just start here with a little Melaleuca, camphor,
mild aromatic, analgesic for any discomfort.
Marshall, you're not very good at this.
Oh, you know what would be good? Thalassia testudinum,
crude fiber and protein, dicalcium phosphate, kale,
calcium carbonate, lysine, dried kelp, ascorbyl polyphosphate,
and a little lecithin just to be safe.
Top it off with some sun-dried river shrimp
and some soybean meal, and he'll be good to go.
- Here you go. - Okay. Thank you, Zane.
Uh, namaste. I gotta go.
Actually,
maybe you just wanna leave him here with me.
A gorgeous specimen like this?
He needs the proper care of a responsible expert.
Uh, no.
- Was I a good brother, Marshall? - Zane…
Was I at least as a good as a half-brother?
Was at least half good?
- Mm-hmm. - Okay. Well, um, cool, cool.
Are you gonna pay for all that shit or…?
Okay.
You're not gonna see me for a while, Zane.
Good luck.
They executed a guy in Alabama last night.
You know what his last meal was?
Onion rings.
Onion rings?
Yeah, just onion rings. That's it.
Pssh. Nah, my last meal,
I'm having filet mignon, fries, and hashbrowns.
Caesar salad. Ooh, but, like, mostly the dressing.
What do I care about lettuce if I'm dying?
Martini, olives. Oh, and I got to have…
They don't let you have alcohol.
Come on. It's my last meal.
It's still prison.
In fact, in most states, you can only get stuff
they already make in the prison cafeteria.
Really?
So you can't get, like, Pizza Hut or something?
Not in most states.
So where do you think he went?
- Who? - The guy. Marshall.
Somebody's not telling us something here.
I'm not complaining.
We got to spend some time in the country.
Two agents, overtime, motel room, per diem.
That's a lot of resources.
In the grand scheme of things, I don't think
your three egg-white omelets were that big of a deal.
Nor was my burger, chicken fingers,
and on our regrettable first day, tuna melt.
This might look like individual fungi,
but their mycelium communicates with each other.
If a fungus needs help,
the network knows and transfers sugars, water,
and minerals to a friend in need.
You think you're looking at a different fungus,
but what you're seeing is a single intelligence.
Because what does fungi do? It adapts.
We poison the planet. So how do they respond?
They only get stronger.
The blue angel mushroom…
rumored, never found…
could have massive potential,
effects on humans 100 times more effective
than stem-cell therapy, than anything we've ever seen.
I'm on 'shrooms and I'm at the store.
What is my life?
What? Why would you go to the store?
- Ugh. - Oh!
- Is that you? - Oh, uh, no.
No, just some research. Yeah…
Hey, listen, you wanna go to lunch with me?
What? Oh, I mean, um, yes.
Um, is this, like, a firing-me thing?
Because if it is, I…
Jonas Backstein canceled on me, which is not good.
Jonas the Wolf?
Never use that nickname. He hates that.
I just don't want to waste my reservation at Tuh.
It was impossible to get.
Yep. I know. I'm the one who got it.
Neat. So you'll come?
Um, okay. Yeah. Just, um…
It's actually pronounced Té.
Sure. Yeah. Whatever. Reservation is 1:30,
but I guess you know everything about the place.
Hey, could I have more of that squid-ink foam?
That was delicious.
Ah! Well, the company is just completely fucked.
They brought me in as CEO with one job…
settle the huge fucking lawsuit that's coming at us
because of the depression and the suicidal thoughts
that were a side effect, allegedly,
of Spumiva, which, you know, no one talks about
how much arthritis we alleviated, but fine.
Anyway, it turns out the surviving relatives are…
I was at the deposition. They were really…
Ah, their stories? A jury's gonna be in tears
at some of this shit, and that's not good for us.
Right.
And then the testing's coming in on Omcutizane,
and it is not good.
We're basically just selling people hope at this point.
Which arguably is better than nothing.
Mm.
Your squid-ink foam.
Then the North Carolina dump situation is a whole mess.
The attorney general down there is like a monkey on my back.
I don't even want this. Do you want this?
Oh, uh, no, thank you.
Frances, do me a huge favor and tell me some good news.
Okay, here it goes. Um, Rick, do you remember
that new medicine I told you about?
I think that it could really be something.
Frances, we have hundreds of people
who literally just find new medicines.
You really have something they don't?
Well, yes. Well, okay, it's a little weird,
but I ran into this guy I knew from high school.
He's upstate, kind of a shaman sort of weirdo guy.
But, anyway, he found this mushroom.
Mushroom? What kind?
Well, it… it works like stem cells,
where it, like, heals everything in your body…
Is this thing worth my time? I'm super busy.
I honestly think it might be.
I think I should go after it.
Well, where is this guy?
Just talk to Mario at the garage, get my Beemer.
You want me to go right now? I mean, I did have some wine…
It was mostly just whites. You're fine. Go.
Okay, okay.
I guess I'm going.
Go save this company.
- Hello? - Rosie. I got raided.
Fucking government. If it's not the Forest Service
fucking you on your firewood permit,
they're raiding your house.
Yep. I'm done.
Let's go with the plan we discussed.
You know what to do?
I know exactly what to do.
But I'm out here splitting logs. You know what, though?
I'll get the Mulvaney twins on it.
The Mulvaney twins? Ugh. If you have to.
Just, Rosie, remember, just get my animals,
- burn my notebooks. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Burn the notebooks from under the floorboards.
- Got it, got it, got it. - Aditditdit. Okay, okay.
Just keep it small. Stick to the plan. I gotta go.
You have arrived.
Hi, Marshall. About your mushroom…
No. Okay. Just be natural.
Just…be natural.
Uh, Marshall?
Marshall, a-are you here?
It's Frances.
- Oh! - I'm telling you, man.
So Rosie said get the guy's papers and then do the burn.
Yeah, look at that other room over there, I think, probably.
No, sitting up on top there.
Come here. Come on.
Go on, you rascal.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit.
Oh, shit.
Give that over here.
Louis, it's papers. It doesn't have to be that big.
No, it don't. But it is. Deal with it.
Ah, shit!
You fucking idiot!
Oh, shit, shit.
Oh, shit. Come on. Come on. Come on!
You hungry, bud?
We'll grab a burger when we're out of the city, okay?
I know, I know. Hold the patty, extra lettuce.
Please. Please.
Oh, my God.
Amelia? Mushroom expert?
Mm-hmm.
I hope you don't mind, but we're kinda in a hurry.
Gotta catch some ducks.
They're not gonna be there.
So because of the leak, there was actually a mushroom
growing in my drywall.
Yeah, they can grow anywhere.
I wonder what that was?
Peziza domiciliana, maybe?
Maybe you can give me your number.
I can text you some pictures of it.
I put it in as "Amelia Mushrooms."
Is that really your last name? Just kidding.
That wasn't here this morning.
It's a Super Contact Six.
You see many BMWs around here?
Now, that's interesting.
The hell?
Hi. This is DEA Agent Harrington.
We're at a scene here, where we executed
a search warrant yesterday, and there's been a fire.
From what the DEA is saying, it sounds like arson,
but there's still no sign of this Marshall guy.
Final boarding call for Lakeshore Limited,
final destination Chicago, Illinois,
with connections west.
Just sit tight, buddy.
Did you have any luck tracking him down?
It seems, uh, I may have underestimated Mr. Marshall,
but we will escalate.
Just keep me in the loop.
We'll get this guy, I promise.
- Connor. - Yeah?
You gave us all the mushrooms that you had?
Mm-hmm. Yep. All of them.
You understand that wherever this mushroom exists,
it must be destroyed.
And you didn't try to sell any, did you?
Look, did I have a conversation?
Sure.
You know, I'm just exploring my options here.
I mean, come on, give me a break.