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- Then we destroy it. No one will know.

- What's the point if you can't publish?

To be sure we really did it.

To know for sure.

You're telling me you don't need to know?

This is not so simple.

There are moral considerations.

Millions of people are suffering

and dying with no hope.

We might have the key to saving them.

What are the moral considerations

of that?

- F***.

- Exactly.

How's it coming, little brother?

Good.

How's Fred doing?

Our boy is growing up into

a fine young man.

And phase two?

Don't worry. We'll nail that gene.

Good man. Double helix. Ha, ha.

Hey, uh, I can't help...

...but wonder what you and Elsa

have been so busy with.

Building you your very own

special friend, Gavin.

Thank you.

I have been so lonely.

Not for long.

Come on, come on, come on.

Can you not do that?

Can you not do that?

- Hmm?

- Don't do that.

- What?

- Don't do that.

My Zeppelin interpolation, come on.

You don't like it?

Zeppelin crashed and burned before

I was born.

Check this out. It's near the distillery.

I f***ing love it.

Yeah, it's cool.

You don't sound that enthusiastic.

I don't know, I just don't want to

move again any time soon.

We've been here for seven years.

No, I mean from that place.

It just doesn't seem big enough.

It's twice the size of this apartment.

More than enough room for all our stuff.

But, you know, for down the road.

You are talking about a kid, aren't you?

- That so unreasonable?

- Yeah.

Because I'm the one who has to have it.

Look, I love this place.

I don't wanna bend my life to suit some

third party that doesn't even exist yet.

Come on. Come here.

What's the worst that can happen?

How about after we crack

male pregnancy?

Ha, ha. And ruin this perfect figure?

- You're a hypocrite. You're a hypocrite.

- No. You're a hypocrite.

Who is it?

Ignore it.

- What?

- It's BETI.

- Holy sh*t. What's going on?

- It's coming out.

What? It can't do that.

It's not due for months.

Well, tell that to the fetus.

Oh, God, it's huge.

- I thought you were keeping tabs.

- I was.

It wasn't that big this morning.

Too much pressure. It'll kill it.

Okay. Okay, we're gonna

have to do this manually.

It's not depressurizing.

All right.

Can you feel it?

I can't. It's slippery. It's... Aah!

What? What is it?

- Aah!

- What? What? What is it?

It's stinging.

No, don't, don't.

- Latch on. Come on.

- No, don't! Don't!

All right, hold on. Hold on.

Close your eyes.

- What?

- Close your eyes!

Hold still.

Don't move.

Aah!

Look out, look out.

Oh, my God.

Hey, hey.

Come on, come on. No, no, no.

Oh, God.

All right, don't worry.

Hang on, hang on.

Okay, come on, come on.

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