Now, can I count on your support for school trustee?
I've been thinking of running against you.
We can't afford a campaign.
We would like to buy your business.
She's the midwife.
You're doing very well, and you're very strong.
You're not locking Gracie up any more.
Run!
ART: She says they have the same tattoo,
picture of a two-headed horse.
MRS S: It was the only way I could see to get you out of Dyad.
SARAH: Betray my sister?
For Kira.
That's not your bloody decision!
What the hell's going on?
This is Seth.
They wrote down all my information in this little notebook.
And then Seth yanked out a piece of my hair
and put it in a bag.
KIRA: Mommy.
Duncan had tissue samples of the CASTOR original.
(GROANING)
My people will get you out of the country.
Now we find Helena and we finish this shit.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
We should close his eyes.
Yeah.
-Do you want a drink? -Yeah.
Okay...
S.
S is gonna know how to get rid of it.
Either that or someone she knows well...
I'm not asking her for anything else.
Then fine, I'll ask.
So, I'm gonna need a bath
after we've cleaned all of this up.
Jesus Christ! What a mess.
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
(POUNDING CONTINUES)
-ART: Sarah, we need to talk. -(SOFTLY) Shit!
-Art, it's not a good time. -(WHISPERS) Talk to him!
-Why won't you talk? -(WHISPERS) Because he knows me!
-Sarah, I've got something. -SARAH: Yeah, just a second.
FELIX: I'm really sick.
I've been throwing up for hours.
-Open the door! -SARAH: Art, one second.
One sec.
-Yeah. -(FELIX GRUNTS)
-Hey. -Hey yourself.
What's going on?
It all depends. What's with you?
Nothing.
Hello, Arthur.
-Felix. -How you doing?
What's up? What do you need?
FELIX: Oh, that. Yeah.
That's a new project. That's very fresh.
SARAH: What?
-SARAH: Art. Hey! -Art.
-Art, do not go in there. -ART: What is that?
-Art! -What...
SARAH: (SIGHS) Okay.
First off, it wasn't us.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
Do you understand the position this puts me in?
We do, Art. But can't you just, like, look away?
It's a dead body, not a bag of weed.
Well, look away and it too will go up in smoke.
Very professional, nothing on you.
-(SCOFFS) -SARAH: Hey, Art.
I've got someone who wants to meet ya.
Hi, Art, I'm Cosima.
-Welcome to clone club. -Oh, shit!
I know. Sorry.
(STUTTERS) I knew Beth.
I knew what she was going through.
We really miss her.
Yeah.
Yeah. Me, too.
Um, Cos, what's your take on these glitchy bastards?
'Cause this one's not talking.
(COSIMA SIGHS)
You said they were looking for samples of their original,
that's very interesting. Um...
-Oh. Yeah, here's Scott. -Hey.
-Hello, Lieutenant Scotty. -Don't call me that.
COSIMA: No, he's like barely a Trekie.
He only went to Comic-Con, like, once.
And it's "Lieutenant Commander".
Yeah. Anyway?
Basically, dead guy's symptomology
sounds like they have a design flaw.
-Yeah, like me. -Only neurological.
Which explains why they need the original genome,
to find a cure.
But that's just hypothetical unless...
-Unless what, Scooter? -Don't call me that either.
Unless we examine his brain.
His brain?
FELIX: Okay. Well, chop-chop then, get over here.
I don't want any part of this.
Sarah, come here.
-Do you wanna see the body again? -COSIMA: Yeah.
I really shouldn't be doing this.
You don't have to. You just got back on the job.
Which is how I got a lead on the Prolethean, Mark.
You did?
(BREATHES SHARPLY)
Gracie?
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(KNOCKS) Gracie?
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Come inside.
I went to get us breakfast.
Please, don't leave without me.
It was just across the street.
The baker had a turban.
He said he makes the best cinnamon buns in the whole county.
Your family will be looking for us, Gracie.
Damn them, if they want to ruin our honeymoon.
There's a whole world out there.
Why are we here?
I told you, we're just laying low.
You sat up again last night.
Why won't you come to bed with me?
It's not a sin.
We're husband and wife.
I know. It's just...
You can share your secrets now.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Hey, say no to bullies on the board or in the class.
I will speak to your children so you don't have to.
Hello, Vera.
Could I talk to you about Marci Coates?
She plans to re-zone the district.
And have you seen her lunch proposals?
Nothing but starches.
Sorry, I can't.
You don't have five minutes to talk about your kids' education?
Alison, honestly,
someone with your issues handling my children?
Of course. No, I understand.
Uh, we have something for you...
...from Ramon.
We took over his business.
Bath beads, body lotions,
anything you need to relax.
-(CLEARS THROAT) -Oh! Here you go.
-VERA: Thank you. -Here you go.
-Uh-oh. -Oh!
It's 60 now for the soap.
Though we do offer discounts for referrals.
So, can I count on your support?
Well, tell me about this re-zoning thing.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
At the military academy
the other boys did the sex things.
(CHUCKLING) They'd chase girls.
But not me.
I was waiting.
I know this town.
Willard Finch lives here.
We're not just laying low, are we?
Gracie...
I'm not who you think I am.
I told your father that I went AWOL,
but the truth is that...
I never left the army.
What do you mean?
It's all about your father.
He stole valuable scientific material,
I was assigned to recover it.
(SIGHS IN DISBELIEF)
We brought you in.
-Trusted you. -Gracie...
-All those years... -I'm sorry.
-It was all a lie? -No!
Gracie...
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
We are free of your people, but we are not clear of mine.
I have to find something for them
and then I can get out.
That's why we're here?
You're looking for something my father stole?
You think Willard Finch has it?
I think that he hid certain things for Henrik.
Gracie, you had to know that your father had secrets.
No, I don't know! I don't know anything!
Gracie...
ART: Don't ask me what for, it's personal.
He has to be back by the end of the day.
(SARAH SIGHS)
Beth couldn't keep still either.
Well, it just doesn't seem like these people get downtown much, does it?
Yeah, well, they all scattered
after Helena torched the ranch.
So, the samples that these CASTOR guys are after?
Yeah, from the original.
Blood slides and skin samples, that's what Cosima said.
So, what?
You think that if you find them first,
you can trade Helena for 'em?
Right.
Hey, that's the midwife.
Here we go!
Alexis McGann.
Recognise me?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I'm looking for my sister.
I don't know where Helena is.
I was cast out because of her.
Well, I don't give a shit.
What about him?
Mark fled with Gracie. He betrayed the family.
Wait, he's with the daughter?
ART: Are they the ones that took Johanssen's truck?
Mmm-hmm.
Hey, look.
Johanssen did something to my sister, what did he do?
She has a special purpose.
Well, I don't know what that means. What does that mean?
He harvested her eggs,
and she's pregnant with his child.
Helena's pregnant by him?
It's a miracle.
I didn't know he would do it to Gracie, too.
WOMAN: (ON RADIO) 55, that vehicle was ticketed for speeding
in Halton yesterday at 18:44.
-55, roger. -(RADIO BUZZES)
All I regret is breaking bread with abominations.
Oh, trust me, if Helena's an abomination,
-I'm much worse. -Hey.
Next time she'll bite your head off.
MARK: Gracie, I've gotta go and do this.
This child inside me...
...you know what it is.
Yes.
I can't do it alone.
I'll be there for both of you.
I swear.
Then let me help you.
Willard Finch is a dangerous man.
If he was hiding something from my father,
he's not just gonna hand it over.
I can take care of myself.
The last thing we need is another violent mess.
Have you got a better idea?
(DOG BARKING)
What?
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(DOG CONTINUES BARKING)
Hello, Mr Finch.
Remember me?
Little Gracie Johanssen.
You really have blossomed.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Mr Finch.
-Just gotta say it was a... -(ROD CLATTERS)
-Just a damn shame what happened to your daddy. -(LOCK CLICKS)
He was a good man, your father.
He always spoke well of you, too.
Kept you under lock and key, though, these last few years,
didn't he?
-We have our ways. -Uh-huh.
Well, I remember a time when he used to bring you up here.
I used to play in your fields while he did business.
That's right.
-Which is why I'm here. -Oh?
To...
...collect what you held in trust for him.
There is a storage fee that's applicable here, it's $1,000.
-I don't have it. -Ooh!
That's gonna be a problem.
The problem, Mr Finch, is your lack of faith in us.
We Proletheans make fast friends
but fearsome enemies.
Shall I disrupt my mother's grief to tell her
that you're holding out for your 30 pieces of silver?
You be sure to give your family my condolences.
Of course.
ART: So, why did Mark take the girl?
SARAH: He wanted a chew toy.
ART: Oh, come on, think like police.
Why take baggage on the run?
Love, or a hostage? I...
Art, shouldn't you be getting back to your real job?
Johanssen was a large animal vet in Halton in the '80s.
You've got to read the entire file. He's a KA.
Known associate?
Seriously, why are you doing this?
I don't know.
'Cause I'm riding with my partner.
-Art. -Look, I'm not confused, Sarah.
But you are Beth's sister through and through.
You didn't even know her.
This isn't your fight.
You know, she tried to tell me.
What she was.
She called me the night that she...
The night she came along and...
I thought it was the pills, more bullshit.
I turned my back on her when she needed me the most.
You couldn't have known.
Yeah. But I should have.
She was lucky to have you.
Just look up that asshole KA for me.
(EXHALES DEEPLY) Let's get your sister back.
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
(MAN SHOUTING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Ma'am, I can explain.
(GRUNTS)
-You killed your brother! -Virginia, calm down.
He was stage five in the field. I had to.
If you had followed Major Dearden's extraction orders,
he would have been at home.
I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry.
Hey, he screwed up,
but he had to put Seth down. It's protocol.
My office. Wait for me.
Oh, shit!
Come here, Doc.
(SIGHS) Bless you, Paul.
PAUL: Oh, yeah.
I'm blessed all right.
MAN: (ON RADIO) What's your 20?
MAN: Yeah, that's us. Systems and weapons check, right?
It's getting worse, isn't it, the defect?
You saw it?
Seth went from asymptomatic to stage five in a day.
What about Helena? Any help?
We did the stress tests, the NeuroCog,
she doesn't have the defect.
Her biology may hold answers.
But the fastest way to a cure
is still the original genetic material.
Well, I run field operations.
I want Rudy confined to the base.
But I run the programme.
We've lost contact with Mark, I need Rudy back in the field.
I'll go after Mark.
(SCOFFS) You can't. It gets worse.
The Director wants you in Arlington.
Our weapon system has a glitch, Paul.
We are one budget review from oblivion.
They can't shut us down.
(SCOFFS)
I serve with these men.
We owe them.
If you can protect them, I can cure them.
Just buy us more time with the Director.
(SAW WHIRRING)
You okay, Scotty?
(GRUNTS) I could barely get through the scalp, man.
Oh, God.
FELIX: Go easy on him, Cosima.
Scott's not a hardened criminal like you and I.
Once I got to the calvarium I just...
-Scalpel? -SCOTT: Yeah.
Hey, you have done this before, yeah?
-(COSIMA GRUNTS) -YouTube is an amazing resource.
COSIMA: Scott?
No sign of aneurysm. No, no lesions.
God, is this all we are? (SCOFFS)
SCOTT: Huh?
I mean, some neurons, and axons,
and a few pounds of grey matter.
How about we just get it back to the lab?
Yeah. But, like, when he died you think what he saw,
it was just a temporal lobe trip?
-(SKIN SQUISHING) -Oh!
Or did his soul actually say,
"I'm out of here. I'm out of this dimension"?
SCOTT: Please, Cosima, this is weird enough.
Scott, a good lab partner should be metaphysically empathetic.
Tongs or spoons?
-Ah. -Oh, my God!
Well, I looked.
I shouldn't have looked.
COSIMA: Okay.
-(GRUNTS) -FELIX: Ugh!
Oh, bollocks.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Receptacle.
Hey. You all right there, Igor?
Still with me?
(GROANS)
Tell me what you see.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Bi... Bird.
Um...
Star.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
-Knife. -Close.
Key.
Your aphasia's improving already,
and so are your motor skills
with the help of art and physiotherapy.
(STAMMERING)
Outside.
Sadly, the Rachel Duncan Topside knew has passed.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Plane crash.
Delphine?
Um, I...
...finished?
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Let's focus on your recovery.
You're more valuable than you know.
Horses.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(HELENA COUGHING)
(WHIMPERING)
(CONTINUES COUGHING)
Clear the room.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)
At ease.
Man, I thought you were really mad at me.
I am.
Your logs.
Sit.
Her name was Patty.
Mark's gone dark.
Man, that guy is such a pussy!
Don't underestimate him.
If he's off task, just bring him home.
And the Major?
I'll handle the Major.
Mom?
I saw that star in Seth's eyes.
-Oh. -They took him so fast.
(SOFTLY) Come.
If there was any chance that Sarah still had the samples...
I had to try.
My boy.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-Alison, hi. -Hi!
We heard about your new business.
Yeah.
Could we maybe get some...
Soap?
Yes. We actually have a special for new customers.
Free sample?
(CHUCKLING) Sure.
ALISON: How about you? Yeah?
Have you two made your decision for school trustee?
We're still thinking about it. (CHUCKLES)
Don't think too hard.
Soap is the perfect cover.
-Ali, we're gonna break even in months. -Mmm-hmm.
We should have been drug dealers years ago.
Mmm-mmm.
Pharmaceutical entrepreneurs, Donnie.
As long as every new customer
is a vote against Marci flippin' Coates.
-(KNOCK ON DOOR) -Hello!
Hi, Marci.
Oh, the kids said that you were in the garage.
You shouldn't be back here.
There is fumes and lard.
Well, this is, uh, quite the operation.
I had no idea soap-making was so involved.
Would you like a lesson?
Enterprising, and a head for politics.
That's quite the dark horse. What's her secret?
Oh, you know, just good old-fashioned stumping, Marci.
We can't all be the incumbents so some of us have to work for it.
So, Alison, I have a little proposal for you.
ALISON: Hmm.
I can get you an amazing deal on this house.
The sellers are very motivated.
This is in a different school district.
DONNIE: Honey, they have a salt-water pool.
-Oh, look at that. -Donnie!
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Look, Alison,
you can buy a few votes with your soaps
and you can quite possibly carve out some of my support,
but you can't actually win.
Go sell a house, Marci.
Do you seriously think that people are gonna
trust their children to an infamous alcoholic?
ALISON: Why not?
They trusted a conniving second-rate realtor.
May the best woman win, Alison.
Goodbye, Marci.
I need to cut something.
(DOG BARKING)
ART: Drop your accent, this isn't Scotland Yard.
Willard Finch.
This is private property.
Well, you're a long way from home, son.
That's funny. I don't look a thing like your son.
That you wouldn't.
We're hunting this guy.
-Can I? -Yeah.
Nope. I don't know.
He's travelling with the daughter of Henrik Johanssen.
Who's that now?
Henrik.
He was part of your little militia back in the day.
"My little militia"?
ART: You remember?
Back when the Feds dug up all those guns in your cornfield.
What's your point?
One tip to the Feds,
and they backhoe the whole thing again,
looking for your little arsenal.
(SIGHS) Okay.
I don't know your friend here, okay?
This idiot, I don't know.
But that daughter,
young Gracie, she did swing by.
What for?
Just to pass on the sad news.
Women running things over there now too, huh?
What is this world coming to?
Is there anything else?
Bye.
We'll be in touch.
You're banished. We have no use for a midwife.
Wait!
I know where Mark may have taken Gracie.
(BOX JANGLING)
(MARK BREATHING HEAVILY)
(LOCK CLICKS)
MARK: It's just junk!
(STUTTERS) There's no test tubes, no slides?
This is what he gave me.
Biological samples need to be kept cold.
Did you see, like, a tank or a cooler?
-No. -Think, Gracie.
I don't know.
(EXHALES DEEPLY) Okay, it's okay. I'll just...
I'm just gonna have to go back myself.
No, Mark.
-(GUN COCKING) -Don't worry.
It's too risky!
You know what? Just, um, go down
and treat yourself to something special.
I'll be back for you in an hour.
Come home safe. Okay?
Don't you dare leave me alone.
I won't.
Never.
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
We've got, like, six hotels.
They won't give you anything over the phone.
You've got to go in, show them his picture.
(MOBILE CHIMES)
(SOFTLY) Shit!
Hey, you've got real fires to tend there.
I'll finish the canvas and you just go back.
I'll take the bus back tonight.
(MOBILE BEEPS)
I showed you a dead clone in a tub this morning.
No, you did not.
Just tell me you're not risking your job being here.
Hmm?
You know, I may not be your partner,
but I know when you're holding back.
Beth called you that night,
not Cosima, nor Alison.
What is it you're not telling me?
Just say it.
I've never said it.
You were in love with her.
She was my partner...
...and we were never gonna be together,
but it happened.
You're just as fierce
as she was, Sarah.
And you need my help, too.
You're no good to us suspended.
We need you as a cop.
Beth would want that.
Be careful. Okay?
We're fierce, remember?
Call me if you need me.
Don't leave it too late.
I thought you'd smell like Sarah.
HELENA: Another one.
You are the ugliest Mark yet.
Tell me something,
Sarah Manning, the gather of sisters,
but when she sold you out, when she gave you to us,
that must've been quite a blow.
You come inside, I tell you about it.
Well, sweetheart,
there is nothing more
that I would love.
PAUL: That's enough!
Just getting to know the enemy, Major.
You have an assignment.
I will brief you so this time you don't stray.
-Sir... -(HELENA TSKING)
HELENA: Dirty Paul.
He lies with my sisters, even Rachel.
Come inside.
Have another.
You won't believe me,
but I am sorry it has come to this.
Mmm.
One day, I kill you all.
(IMITATING MACHINE GUN FIRING)
Forgive me my trespasses against the family, Lord.
Please keep Mark safe,
and help guide us through this uncertainty.
Amen.
Do you know who I am?
Are you Sarah?
Helena told me about you, I didn't really believe her.
Yeah, she tells some nutty stories.
I'm lookin' for her.
You'll have to try at the ranch.
-I don't know where she is. -And Mark?
He and his brothers know where she is.
My husband doesn't have any brothers.
Husband?
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
You're the first person I've told.
Did Helena tell you I have a kid?
Yes.
My kid and yours are going to be cousins.
I know you're carrying Helena's baby.
That does not make us family.
Why, 'cause we're abominations?
I don't really know what to think any more.
Yeah, there's a lot Mark's not telling you.
He was sent by the army.
He had to collect scientific material from my father.
I know. He told me.
(PAPER RUSTLING)
Didn't tell you about his brothers, though, did he?
There's probably more of them.
(GASPS SOFTLY) He's...
He's a...
-Hey, hey, hey! -(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Look.
Helena's the mother of your kid and she's in trouble,
I need to know where Mark is.
WILLARD: Gracie took everything. All right?
We got nothing to talk about here, kid.
-Just... You go and tell Bonnie that, would ya? -MARK: Bonnie didn't send me.
In the field there are only two types of prisoners,
assets and liabilities.
Ahh. Ow. Ow. Ow. Okay, okay. Okay.
Be an asset, Willard.
Where are the rest of Henrik's things?
Okay.
I don't know any more than what I told ya.
(SCREAMING)
Where?
-Willard? -(CONTINUES GROANING)
Hello, Gracie.
Mother.
Your family cares for you, Gracie,
even as you refuse to care for yourself.
You've been crying.
I made a mistake.
Mark, he...
He took advantage of you.
Yes.
And your stupidity.
We let a wolf into our flock, and you ran.
I had doubts, Mother.
When your father told me
that you would be the one to carry the child, I...
I struggled. Lord, I struggled.
But, you didn't stop him.
We're not like other people.
We have a purpose.
We still have a purpose.
SCOTT: It's like Swiss cheese in here.
Amyloid plaques, rampant cell death.
Like spongiform encephalopathy?
SCOTT: Yes. Like Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.
He wouldn't have lasted a week.
No wonder they're so motivated.
(COUGHING)
-Assays done? -A few, yeah.
Just cross-referencing against LEDA DNA.
Let's see if it brings up a new synthetic sequence.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
-Scott? -Hmm.
Hello?
(MOBILE VIBRATING)
-Hello. -COSIMA: Hey.
You're not gonna believe this, um, 'cause I don't either.
But I just thought with a few 100 matching base pairs,
but it's almost half a gigabase.
Uh, not a good time, Cosima.
Tell her about the loci.
Yeah. A dozen short tandem repeat loci in common.
That can only mean one thing, Sarah.
In English, I hope.
The boy clones are our brothers.
What?
(CLANGING)
(SOFTLY) Shit. Shit. I've gotta go.
Sarah?
(CALL DISCONNECTS)
SARAH: Hello?
MARK: Heart attack.
I thought he could take it, but he must have had a heart condition.
How did you find this place?
I had a chat with your blushing bride.
Gracie?
What did you tell her?
She knows you're like us.
She knows you're just like us, a clone.
What have you done?
What I had to to get Helena back.
Look, I don't care about Helena.
SARAH: You have to.
She's your sister.
You're lying.
-I'm your sister, Mark. -You're lying.
(GUN COCKING)
We did the science, you're...
You're my family.
You would say anything to get your sister back.
Think about it, CASTOR and LEDA,
two donors, two originals, siblings!
You are not my family.
Now, I need to go find Gracie.
Mark. Mark!
-(GUNSHOT) -(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(WHIMPERING)
(PANTING)
(GUN COCKING)
Mrs Johanssen, please.
We shared everything with you, Mark.
-Our home, our hearts. -(MARK GRUNTING)
Our daughter.
Now you'll answer to us.
(STAMMERS) Please.
(MARK SHUDDERING)
I love her.
Not like her mother.
-(GUNSHOTS) -(CROWS CAWING)
You're the one with the blessed child.
-(GRUNTS) -Guards!
You're a shit mother!
-There was a car following me. -Was it Marci Coates?
MAN: My boss wants a meeting.
-Whoa, mister, that my wife! -Shut up.
I'm not gonna let an app decide who I love.
Nobody meets anyone in person any more, darling.
-I'm not. No. -Why not?
-(GASPS SOFTLY) -There you are, Mommy.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)