Six scientists incinerated in a lab explosion.
Your father will remain here.
If anybody moves against this house,
I will put a bullet in his head.
- Rachel. - Hello, father.
- What have we there? - Everything, Mrs. Sadler.
- Absolutely everything. - You gave me Kira's stem cells?
This is my decision, not yours!
There is no decision, cosima. You have one way forward and this is it.
- Get out!!! - Kira might be her only chance.
- Will this help? My tooth? - I give you Duncan.
You give up on Kira and we disappear once and for all.
- Alison? Clone? - I don't think he knows.
You've destroyed us, with the spying and the lies!
- Rachel, is it done? - It's in motion.
- Rachel... - Go now.
Dr. Leekie. Get in! You ruined my marriage!
I quit!
(Siren in the distance)
- How' you doing? You all right? - I'm fine.
Just gimme a hand. We gotta switch cars.
- Didn't you say you had that place cased, man?
That was a freakin' ambush. Who were those guys, huh?
Not cops. Not feds either, in $400 shoes.
I said to stay with the wimp.
It! Had, he'd be in the morgue right now.
Let's get to the car and get outta here. Aaah!
(Moaning in pain) Shit!
- Come on. - Oh shit!
- Oh shit! (Still moaning) - I don't believe this shit.
Hurry.
Get outta here. Just forget about it. You gotta go.
(Moaning in pain) Just go! I shoulda-
I shoulda told you months ago. I-I was set up.
- What?! Who's settin' you up? - Remember that cop who called?
She called outta the blue, buddy. I didn't say nothin'.
I know.
She wanted you because you're- (Moaning)
What?
Hey. You're all right, okay? Yeah?
You gotta make me a promise.
You gotta pass on a message.
All right. Wh- what message? Huh?
You gotta find that cop. You have to find Beth Childs.
(Theme song)
(Door opening)
Where's Kira?
Uh, they're not coming by until I know it's safe.
Hello, Sarah.
Benjamin has four men on watch.
Rachel's been warned - if she tries anything,
I will pop her papa in the brainpan.
I like to think she's bluffing.
- I'm not, Andrew. - Please call me Ethan.
If I'm to be your pawn, I'd like to reclaim my given name.
At any rate, we hold all the cards -
"Ethan" here, his information, and Kira.
- Kira's not part of any deal. - I bloody know that.
But Rachel's reunion with her father was real.
Let's just see how it all lands at dyad. I mean...
(Knocking at the door) Confirmed. All clear, 8.
Come!
- They were in the alley. - Mrs. S!
- Hello, darling. - Let's wait outside.
Thank you, Benjamin. Safe enough yet?
You are a sight for sore eyes. (Laughing softly)
- What about me? - Come here, you.
It's good to see you. (Laughing softly)
- Ah, I'm sorry for all of this. - I know.
(Beep)
(Muffled beep)
Cosima?
- Cosima. - Hold on to your hat.
- Hey, my passcard is not working. - Yeah.
I locked you out. Is that for me?
Yeah, a package from Sarah. Seriously?
- I can override this lock anytime. - Go for it.
I just really don't want you here.
- Cosima. - Wow! Girl fights are mean.
- So, the donor's a child?
(Drill buzzing)
You are aware, a far more effective
and obvious treatment for 324b21
would be the kid's bone barrow? (Drill buzzing)
Yeah, Scott, we are aware of that.
Donnie? Donnie?
Why didn't you come pick me up? Hmm?
The kids are truant.
There's cleaning products all over the laundry room. What's going on here? Hmm?
Just stop, okay? I don't feel very well.
Okay. I know.
It's a lot to take in,
isn't it?
Your wife's a clone. See? I use the c word too.
Ughh
it's okay. We'll deal with it together, okay?
(Sighing) Hmm?
- Nuh-uh.
- What's that smell? - Urn, nothing.
Nothing, nothing. (Moaning)
What are you doing?! Don't!
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god! You're drinking?!
God! Drinking alcohol the day I get back from rehab! Are you insane?!
- I know your hiding spots. - You want that?
- Hmm? - I know about the pills you
keep in your bead box,
your minibar in the tub labeled "buttons."
Give me that! You're supposed to be supporting me!
(Moaning in pain) Does that hurt? Does that hurt?
- Look. - Okay.
It's time to get ready for school.
Tonight, we're going to stay at grandma's house, until daddy feels better. Okay?
Let's go out the door. Good.
You take today to think.
(Slamming the door shut)
(Cell phone ringing)
(Traffic sounds in the distance)
(Beep)
(Siren in the distance)
(Suspense music)
- Who the hell are you? - You're Tony?
No. I'm Harry freakin' Potter.
Where is Beth?
(Sighing)
- You leaving already? - Oh, yeah.
Kira's in the bath. I thought we could hang.
My work as a child smuggler is done for the day.
What's your daughter's name again?
- Kira. - And she's how old?
She's none of your concern.
Hey. Is there something up?
Urn...
Arthur needs my help with something cloney.
All right? But no, we've got it. Okay?
You just-you need to stay here with Kira.
- I'll call if I need to. - Thank you.
- Welcome. Bye. - Bye.
(Door opening and closing)
My daughter was about Kira's age when she was taken.
You mean Rachel? By leekie?
Let's hope you can end this war, Ethan.
That's how you make amends.
I'm afraid Dr. Leekie is unavailable. Would you hold?
(Beep) You must be Dr. Cormier.
Uh, yes.
Paul, your absence is inconvenient
and your silence is irksome.
(Door opening)
Please. You know I hate to worry.
Good afternoon, Dr. Cormier.
- Could I get you tea? Coffee? - No, thank you.
Where is aldous?
(Sighing)
Tea, please, Martin. And could you send a man 'round for Paul?
(Sighing again)
Aldous suffered a fatal heart attack on one of ourjets,
bound for Langley last night.
- Excuse me? - I'm sorry.
I know you were close.
For now, you will report to me.
- That's, urn... - Difficult.
For us both.
But despite this tragedy,
it's come to light that aldous buried crucial information about
the origins of the experiment.
A line of communication is now open with Sarah.
Delphine,
we may have a breakthrough for cosima.
Yes.
For us all.
Art, I didn't give you permission to break into my flat.
The hell's with you?
Felix.
Tony.
What, Beth's not coming now? All right, yeah, great!
What the hell was I thinking, trusting a friggin' cop?!
Just take it easy, all right? It's-it's complicated.
Yeah.
- Yeah? Then I'm out. - No, no. You want to stay.
- You want to stay. - Oh yeah? Who are you? Hmm?
- Arty boy. - Felix.
I'm a friend of Beth's.
We're both friends of Beth's, all right? We're safe friends.
Art's a cop.
He's suspended, which is the only kind of cop I like.
Just make yourself at home. Sit down. I-
I just need 30 seconds with him, out in the hall, all right?
And then we'll explain everything. 'Kay?
30 seconds. Fee-fee.
You call me that again, we don't tell you a thing.
Whoo!
Holy tilda swinton!
Where in the hell did he come from?
I kept Beth's cell phone active, hoping it might ring someday but...
- Can you clarify what's going on here? - That'd be a single chromosome.
So I got it right. She's a trans clone.
He's trans. He's, yeah.
Just another variation in my sister's skin.
He said that Beth contacted him,
that a friend of his was just whacked by "suits."
- And now he'll only talk to Beth. - Okay. Right.
- Urn, does Tony know that he's a clone? - I don't know.
He's sketchy as hell. I didn't want to tell him anything.
Good. We can't. Follow my lead.
Oh... shit.
(Door sliding open)
Just one, I'm a few.
No family too. Who am I?
Pretty gay, by the looks of this place.
Tony, Beth's dead.
- Then I got no business here. - You do, Tony. Yeah, you do.
What did Beth tell you exactly?
She said we might be related, and then she said
she was a cop, so I hung up.
Now Sammy's got a message for her and she's dead.
- What's the message? - No way.
I wanna know what's going on here.
All right. Yeah.
But here it is, Tony. We know things.
- We don't you. - So how about I go check your story out,
while you stay here with Felix?
(Door sliding shut)
Look at this.
Really, we need auntie Alison, stat.
(Kira laughing) Like that?
Should we put more angels on it?
- They remind me of Helena. - Yeah.
- Me too. - Is she okay?
Yeah. She's fine.
I sort of had to leave her to her own devices,
but she asks about you all the time.
(Knocking and door opening)
Should we hide?
(Background chatter)
(Suspense music)
(Shuffling sound)
- Has something happened to cosima? - Um, no.
Actually, I'm-I'm here on Rachel's request.
- Hmm. - To what?
Leverage your girlfriend's life for my daughter's stem cells?
No. She-she has a new proposal.
Leekie is dead.
- She says it was a heart attack. - Ha! I bet she does.
It's what you wanted, isn't it? I believe aldous was the lesser of two evils.
But it's too late now. This is now about professor Duncan.
- Go on. - The key to a gene therapy cure
which does not require Kira's stem cells
lies in Duncan's synthetic sequences.
But we need him to come to the dyad and begin immediately.
No.
But Kira stays with you, where she belongs.
Do you think I can trust Rachel,
or you, delphine?
We didn't bring Duncan all this way not to use him.
Please tell Rachel that we will consider her proposal.
Okay.
(Background chatter)
You can take that bag of cells...
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Geez. I thought you went home for the night.
We were gonna play in the cafeteria but-
sorry.
Urn, are you minding the dental pulp in the incubators?
- Yeah, absolutely. - Cool.
Then I don't care if you're making bathtub acid.
(Scott laughing)
Uh, cosima, the dyad rune wars club.
My sworn enemies doomsday, painmaker, youwish97.
Cool.
Play on, hale fellows.
(Clearing her throat)
- Okay. - (Cheerful background chatter)
(Clearing her throat again)
- Gentlemen. You know. - You know.
Ha! Missed.
My great wyrm uses its plague breath
and your lame forest guardian takes two damage.
And... boom. Hello special.
Goodbye forest guardian. I win the battle.
- (Background reactions) - Oh, dream on!
Your wyrm can't use a special ability twice.
And mad cathos slays before you ever plague breath.
Hmm-sorry.
Mad cathos' abilities only work in battles he's in.
Uh, Scott gets the damage. He doesn't draw again,
but who cares because
the guardian is toast,
and these beastmen go here.
Do you, like, wanna play?
I don't know if you're ready for that.
Boat moves.
Don't even think about it. Teleport card.
So all your routed units are dead.
I've got the city and dragon rune, and...
Pillage! (Laughing)
Oh!
Not bad. (Laughing)
(Coughing)
Cosima, are you okay?
We need to talk.
(Cosima clearing her throat) Play on.
(Low voice): Cosima, things are moving too fast to be this way. I think they killed aldous.
- What? - Rachel is at his desk.
And she's selling it as a heart attack
on the private jet. Listen to me.
I think you are running out of time.
And Kira's tooth was a band-aid.
But Duncan, he may hold the key to an actual cure.
I'm trying to help. Tell me what you want.
(Background chatter)
- So you're done. - All right, all right.
- You won one battle... - Hey. Battle bitches.
Can you pick up your beastmen and beat it?
I'm gonna keep the promise that I made to you
when we first met -
that one day I'd get you completely baked.
(Laughing softly)
Orphan? Huh!
At least you didn't know your real parents
were assholes.
You know, mine are so full of shit,
it made sense when Beth said we were related.
How long did you, uh, how long did you know Sammy?
Long enough.
How come you're so interested in Sammy?
I'll tell you if you give me the message he had for her.
You gotta work smarter than that, buddy.
- Can I borrow some clothes? - No.
Come on. I've been driving for two days.
Gotta bathe the boys. You know what I mean?
I know your game, Tony.
- Oh yeah? - Mm-hmm.
- And what is that? - Pushing buttons.
- Testing boundaries. - Deep.
- Like an artist or something. - Oh!
So just how does Tony the trans bandit go over with
- the hoodlum set, hmm? - Jesus Christ!
When did you come out?
- Tuesday? - Yeah.
Tony, what you're doing here is more complicated than sex or gender.
Oh yeah?
Just shut up and run me a bath.
- Run it yourself, bitch. - Ouch!
- He's meaner than he looks! - You're so much like my sister.
- What are you doing? - Ali...
I'm leaving.
No. We are not there yet.
No. We have a whole mountain to climb.
- We aren't even at base camp yet! - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I've already hurt you so badly.
- You're better off without me. - So is this the real Donnie Hendrix, then?
Just picks up and abandons his kids in the middle of the night!
Don't you love me anymore?
Did you ever love me?
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry-
I'm sorry about the porn and
I'm sorry about putting you in rehab, and I'm sorry for
- hating your mother and... - Everybody hates my mother.
Oh god...
I have made such terrible mistakes, Tony.
No. No, Ali.
Not like this one.
Try me.
Finding a cure means handing dyad
the keys to the kingdom,
synthetically speaking.
- Can you really cure cosima? - Yes.
Though it's immodest to boast.
Then there's no question.
Arrange to get him to dyad.
I guess we'll see if he's still one of them.
This is kinda nice, you know,
kickin' it in a limey boy's tub, all bohemian and shit.
- You got any more smokes? - Tony.
Yeah.
I can't stand you sober, so I'm going downstairs
- for some booze. - All right. Sounds like a plan.
- Maybe we can hit the town later. - Pfft!
(Door sliding open)
- What? - Okay.
- What have you got? - Tony, formerly antoinette sawicki.
Sawicki?
Yeah, and Samuel Dean, both convicted thieves.
Seems Sammy got himself shot in the middle of a job, day before yesterday.
Assailants unknown.
His body turned up in a Cincinnati garage.
No. No, no.
I smell monitor all over dead Sammy.
- Why-why would he know Beth? - They met.
Her phone records show a dozen long calls to Cincinnati,
and she flew there twice. You get the message out of him?
No, he keeps getting up in my kitchen at the same time I'm getting up in his.
- Did you tell him he's a clone? - What the hell?!
Do I have to take responsibility for that too?
Shit. Look, let's just see what he says after
- I get 5 or 6 of these into him. - Okay.
I'll see where the search for him is at, but I'm telling you,
whoever got Sammy is gonna come looking for him next.
- Dyad? - I dunno, but if I were you,
I would call Sarah and get it over with.
No. Let me just take one more run at him before I bring the big guns. Yeah?
All right. (Suspense music)
Hmm. Bloody hell.
What do we have here?
- You want a hit? - (Door sliding shut)
The warm fuzzy rush of big t?
Testosterone.
No thanks. (Tony sighing)
Once a week, come he” or high water.
Or my buddy gettin' killed.
Or Beth.
Or you, lookin' so good...
You're too kind, Tony.
- Tell me something, yeah? - Yeah.
Beth contacts you, and then Sammy sends a message to Beth.
So it seems to me that they knew each other.
You think?
How 'bout you tell me how you knew Beth.
Same old story.
Boy meets police officer. Intrigue ensues.
Yeah. Hey, you sure you don't want a hit?
- It'll put some hair on your chest. - I get to shave mine.
- Quick, aren't ya? - Mm-hmm.
Well, you've got absolutely nothing I haven't seen before.
Let's drink to that. (Untwisting a bottle cap)
"You cannot imagine
"the strange colorless delight
"of these intellectual desires.
"The thing standing before you
"is no longer an animal, a fellow-creature,
but a problem."
Hey. Do you seriously think that's appropriate?
(Knocking at the door)
- We're ready. - Benjamin.
(Door closing shut)
It's time, Ethan.
Don't worry. Hmm?
I'm nobody's pawn.
(Phone ringing)
(Background chatter) Hello, Felix.
- Hey, Sarah. Oh god. - What?
(Rock music) It's another naive clone.
- Shit. Who is she? - Uh...
That's-that's the thing. She's a he.
What? A boy clone?
- Some whole new batch, then? - No. No.
It's definitely your batch. Can you just get here
as fast as you can, all right? Okay, great. Thanks.
(Music in the background) Who's that?
It's my sister.
- Foster sister? - Yeah, it's my foster sister.
J'j' (rock music playing) J'j'
(Whispering): Tasty Tony...
Fluidity doesn't shock me either, Tony.
Something did.
Nuh-uh.
Who's this over here? Hmm?
- Is this Beth Childs? - No.
- Is Beth Childs your sister? - No, that's my sister.
You want me to punch you in the head?
What's with her dick? Hmm?
Creative license, nothing more.
Are you gonna tell me what the hell's going on here, Felix?
It depends, Tony. Are you gonna tell me what Beth's message is?
(Laughing)
(With a helium voice): I am, uh, helium and I'm way funnier than polonium.
(Laughing)
Ow, my-ow!
- Helium is way funnier than polonium. - Oh my god...
(Laughing)
(Still laughing)
Is the helium voice gone now?
Uh, yes. It is. (Both laughing)
Good, because...
There's something important I want to tell you.
(Whispering): Je t'aime.
Is that why you
didn't tell me that they were Kira's stem cells?
- Yes. - Is that why even
before I got here, you gave Dr. Leekie my blood samples
even though I told you not to?
Cosima...
It's your life.
It's not just that.
It's all of us.
You have to love all of us.
Then I love all of you.
(Sighing) Good.
'Cause if you betray us again,
I have enough dirt on you to destroy your career.
(Giggling)
And I love you too.
(Giggling again)
I don't know. I don't know.
I feel like someone pulled the planet out from under me.
Yeah. That's good. Keep going.
I thought I was doing something worthwhile!
A sociological study. (Sighing)
- I feel so stupid. - Mm-hmm.
Goddamned leekie!
With his big stupid face,
sneaking doctors in here, examining you?
My own sweet wife...
I understand furious, darling.
Being humiliated by...
(Sighing)
Unspoken things.
I have to confess something about...
Aynsley's "accident."
(Whispering)
Oh, please don't think I'm horrible.
I killed doctor leekie.
You're killin' me, man. How come you have a freakin' painting with my face on it?
Eh?
I want to tell you it's not my place.
Right. Right, I know. My buddy Sammy,
he didn't give a shit what was going on between my legs.
He just saw me. All right?
And he sends me here with some friggin' message
and you're not gonna explain to me why?
- Just 30 minutes. - Pfft!
I'm givin' you all friggin' night, man.
I will tell you everything if you just wait.
- Bullshit. - Stop.
You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.
- Out of my way. - Tony!
Tony...
- Whoa. - Shite.
Tony, this is Sarah.
Your sister.
I never had to do this, uh, with one of our own before.
Cosima sort ofjumped me into the whole clone thing.
Sarah?
- Yeah. - Shut your yap for a second?
Sure.
Jesus Christ!
My mom always said they made a mistake down at the ivf clinic.
But shit.
You all right, mate? It's a lot to take in.
Yeah. Yeah.
Look at us. We're hot. (Chuckling)
Damn girl.
Not our usual identity crisis.
I did all that work a long time ago.
There's only one Tony, and you're not me, sucker.
I guess this is the new guy.
You're damn right!
So let's cut the shit.
All right? I got a message, and I want to know who they were.
- They? - Them.
All right? The suits who ambushed me and Sammy.
Sammy was ex-military,
so a lot of our jobs came from his old army contacts.
What's the message? (Exhaling)
Sammy's exact words:
"Tell Beth: Keep the faith.
"Paul's like me. He's on it.
- He's a ghost." - A ghost?
- That's it? - Yeah. Then he died.
So...
Paul?
No trace? No travel alerts?
No digital trail? Paul's disappeared?
Keep looking.
Professor Duncan.
Hello again... Rachel.
I'm so relieved we could arrange this.
Would you like some tea?
Oh, yes please, my dear.
Urn, with lemon?
I feel I must apologize
for our last meeting.
I was overly emotional.
Well, we both were, my dear.
It was a day I've dreamt of for 20 years.
Well, I have not.
Our relationship must remain...
Professional.
For all concerned.
Do you remember
I used to read you the island of Dr. Moreau?
- Yes. - How does it go? Um...
The bit about
how he'd be forgiven for hate...
But not for irresponsibility.
I don't recall. Why?
I hope you can forgive me for
being glad that aldous leekie is dead.
Of course.
Uh... oh.
Um, I'm pretty sure he crapped himself.
Oh dinah.
I'm sorry. I was gonna take him with me.
That's the director of the dyad institute.
He just got in and I whacked him.
I didn't even mean to! Oh god.
Okay, just relax, Donnie. This is not at all well wrapped.
You're worried about the trunk?
Yes. I'm gonna make a new liner.
And I hope that you threw the weapon in the lake.
I put it back in your gun locker.
You used my gun?!
This message - it's like
Sammy was trying to reassure Beth about Paul.
They were both military. But what the hell does that mean?
I don't know. Leekie's gone. Paul's awol.
- Enjoy it. - Are you gonna be all right?
Yeah.
He's got some of your worst qualities.
- You're the very best of us. - I know.
Bye.
Bye. Be safe.
Another whiskey?
(Sighing) I got sisters.
That you do, Tony.
That you do.
Know what? I think I'd get along with dreadlocks over there, but...
That one with the soccer ball looks like a douche.
(Felix laughing)
- She's a functional alcoholic. - But she's not that bad.
Lucky for you,
we need to keep you away from all of this...
(Untwisting the bottle cap) For now.
These are items I need
to begin unlocking the synthetic sequences.
- A floppy disk drive? - I only claim the road map.
Coordinates. Entirely low-tech.
Once you've located them, cosima has unlimited resources.
Ah.
But the child is still the prize, isn't she?
Little Kira.
Answer me this, professor.
Why Sarah?
Of all of us.
How is it the unmonitored tramp was successful?
In her fertility?
Ha! Rachel,
she's a failure, not a success.
You are all barren by design.
(Screaming in anger)
I suppose you couldn't have created
a reproducing prototype, could you?
(Screaming in anger)
That would be irresponsible.
Which is unforgivable. (Screaming)
(Clearing her throat) Dr. Cormier
- will introduce you to cosima. - Enchantée.
It's time we begin fixing your mistakes.
- Did you get all his stuff? - Mm-hmm.
Hey. The cops found your stolen car, Tony.
Which means the dyad's not gonna be far behind.
We do get it, Arthur. Okay? Can you give us, like, two minutes, please?
Yeah. Yeah, I'll be downstairs.
But he needs to be on a bus. Now.
Hmm...
Tell me something.
Why is it that I'm not worried about you?
'Cause this is how I roll.
Can't fence this shit in.
(Chuckling)
All right there, Tennessee waterfall.
Take this. Three numbers in there.
Me, art and Sarah.
You call if anything goes wrong.
You little...
Later, sister kisser.
(Laughing softly)
Hey, come on. Scott, they're almost here.
Oh, gimme a break!
- What are you doing? No. - No?
All right.
- Wow. The original geneticist. - Yeah.
I assume he's here to help us with 324b21,
'cause otherwise...
Scott... it's me.
I'm 324b21.
Do you need me to beam you up, Scotty?
It's an honor, cosima.
An honor to be working with you.
Okay.
(Door opening) Cosima.
This is, um...
Professor Duncan. Hi. Urn, my maker.
Oh, please. Don't call me that. It's Ethan.
It's not every day you get to meet your, uh,
Ethan. (Laughing)
- No, I suppose not. - We're ready to work.
We're very...
Optimistic.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, this is Scott.
Urn... (Clearing her throat)
He's new to the whole thing but-
but, urn, indispensable. (Clearing her throat)
(Glass shattering) Cosima?
- Cosima!!! - Oh, my god!
Cosima! We need to get some help!
(Cosima moaning)
Now! (Words muffled by the music)
Cosima, can you hear me?
We need some help!
Cosima!
(Soft piano music)
What's up with your garage? (Both giving different answers)
- For the embryos. - Is that in my babies?
Feel free to spend as much time here as you wish.
- You're part of our family now. - I'd like you to take over.
- As intern director. - The disease spreads rapidly.
But if we can reboot her immune system...
- With my kids - bone marrow. - Will auntie cosima die?
She might.