Gracie: We 're husband and wife.
You can share your secrets now.
[Mark: I'm not who you think] Am.
- —(Muffled screaming) - Coady: Mark's gone dark.
If he's off task, just bring him home.
Scoti': The island of Dr. Moreau.
Yeah, it was gift from professor Duncan.
Scoti': This could be his key.
Alison: We would like to buy your business.
What makes you think you have the stones for this line of work?
Duncan had tissue samples of the castor original.
Art: You think that if you find them first,
you can trade Helena for 'em?
Mark: It's justjunk!
(Stu'i'i'ers) There's no test tubes, no slides?
Cosima: You're not gonna believe this.
The boy clones are our brothers.
Mark: What did you tell her?
I'm your sister, Mark.
I made a mistake.
-(Gunshots) —(Groans)
Gracie: Mark, he... Bon nie: He took advantage of you.
Please.
(Gunshot)
(Sarah breathing shakily)
(Breathing heavily)
Sarah: Oh, my god. You're alive.
Mark: (Straining) Get away from me.
Sarah: Mark, you should be quiet. Quiet.
I'm gonna help you.
She's coming back.
- —(Groaning) - (Shushing) Quiet. Quiet.
(Groaning)
- —(Coughing) - Oh, my god.
Oh, my god. Okay, put your hand over it.
- Keep pressing. - You need to tie it off.
Do you have a belt?
Sarah: Yes. Here.
Mark: Why are you helping me?
- —(Grunting) - Quiet.
(Vehicle approaching)
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Man: What's going on?
- He's in the corn. - All right.
- Go get him. - You got it.
Sarah: Shit.
We have to go. Come on.
We have to get going.
(Sarah strain ed grunting)
This isn't your fault.
I know you don't trust me, but I'm all you've got.
(Th eme music playing)
Fl nearer, my god to thee
fl nearer to thee
fl e 'en though it be a cross
fl that raiseth me fl
-man: Oh, shit, that's... —(Indistinct whispering)
Woman: Oh, my gosh. It is. Man: I know.
Gracie has arrived.
Welcome home.
Bonnie: Gracie, this is Mr. Appleyard.
He was kind enough
to take me and the others in after the fire.
Ooh! Little Gracie.
Oh, my.
You've grown into a pretty thing, haven't you?
Bonnie: Jonah was there when you were born.
He helped bring you into this world.
You had more to say then.
And nowl understand
you're the one with the blessed child.
Woman: Amen.
Amen.
Well, let's... Let's get you to the kitchen.
A mother-to-be needs to eat.
(Helena grunting)
(Laughing)
(Laughing hysterically)
(Strain ed grunting)
Man: Hey, keep it down.
Step aside.
Man: She's bleeding, sergeant Miller.
- Ugh. - H Elena: My shit.
Even in my shit...
- Okay, go in. - Man: Yes, sir.
Time for my lab report.
She bashed her head against the bars this time.
I have to get her over to the infirmary.
Helena, it breaks
my heart to see you hurt yourself like this.
(Spits)
You know how this goes.
Keep still, if you don't want it to hurt.
I just don't think Sarah should be engaging with these people.
Well, a, they have Helena,
and b, if their original genetic material
really does exist,
that's the closest thing we'll ever get to our own genome.
I mean, they're sick, too.
But, the good thing is that I'm actually impro ving.
Uh, Kira's stem cell treatment is actually working,
so it's good.
Um, enough about that, though.
How's the election thingy going?
Um, school board trustee? Good.
Yeah. (Stammers) I have a lot of support.
Honey, are you down here?
- I have to go. - Okay. Ciao.
Be good.
- Who were you talking you? - Cosima. What's going on?
- I don't know. I don't know. - Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Why are you sweatier than usual?
I was out making deliveries. I, uh...
Sorry, I mean, rallying support for your campaign,
- but". - Mmm-hmm.
There was a car following me.
-Was it Marci coates? —(Sighs)
Honey, if she catches wind of this, I'm dead in the water.
Alison, I'm thinking police, not election.
(Stu'i'i'ering) I'm sure it was nothing.
- I'm sure it was nothing. - Oh, honey.
I'm sure it was nothing, but just in case
we should maybe take all of the incriminating evidence
out of the house anyway.
- Okay? - Okay. Yeah.
- Good. - Yeah, that's a good idea.
- Okay. - A storage locker.
Like on breaking bad.
Sure, sure. Look.
We'll label everything, we'll put it into tubs.
And we'll be able to make it in time for swimming lessons.
Oh, my god!
Is everyone else's life this chaotic?
- Where are all the pills? - —(Sighs)
(Mark grunting)
Sarah: We need to get you to a hospital.
No! No hospital.
If you take me, my people will find me.
Sarah: Well, we need to get somewhere safe.
Sarah: No one's home.
Doesn't look like they've been here for a while.
- Oh, Jesus Christ. - It's not as bad as it looks.
The bullet went through and through.
It hit muscle tissue, nothing vital.
With this... (Groans)
The bullet is still in there.
We're gonna need to get it out,
so we can find what we need inside.
Hey, hey. You're not gonna do that yourself.
That's gonna kill you.
Not if you help me.
And then you're gonna have to give me some answers.
Come on.
-Up you go. —(Groans)
(Strain ed grunting)
(Breathing heavily)
(On radio) Sergeant Miller, this is silva. Over.
- (On radio) Miller here. - —(Radio buzzes)
We're all done with our guest here.
(On radio) Copy. Be there in 70.
Take your time, she'll be out another hour.
- —(Radio buzzes) - Copy. Miller out.
Pupok: Helena, Helena. Get up. They're gone.
Hurry up.
We don't have much time before the drugs set in.
My arm is like dead fish.
Pupok: You have to stay alert.
Look for an escape.
To escape the first box
you must know what next box holds.
Pupok: Right.
Scout this place and get back here.
And don't blunder around like an idiot.
I will be as quiet as church mouse.
Pupok: Hurry up. You're gonna pass out.
Helena: (Slurring) No. Not yet.
(Indistinct conversation)
(Man groaning)
(Groaning continues)
Pupok: Helena, on your feet.
Snap out of it.
Get us back before it's too late.
(Exhales deeply)
(Mark grunting)
(Squishing)
- Okay. (Sniffles) Go ahead. - I'm not.
I'm not putting my finger in your leg. I'm not.
I need you to go in there and feel the bullet.
- No, no, no. - Can you give me that?
You're gonna tell me where Helena's being kept.
I've been on mission for over a year,
- I don't know. - Bullshit! Where is she?
Hq is mobile.
If my people have her, she could be anywhere!
Can I have that, please?
(Groaning)
(Breathing h eavi ly) Okay.
Stick it in fast, so it'll hurt less.
(Scoffs)
God, you must be one hell of a first date.
(Sarah exhales deeply)
- Ugh. - (Grunts)
(Squishing)
(Mark whimpering)
(Breathing heavily) Do you feel it? Is it moving?
What?
Can you wiggle it?
- Ca n you wiggle it? - Yes! I
- yes, I can wiggle it. - Okay, good.
That means it's not embedded in the bone, okay?
(Grunting) Oh, god.
(Both coughing)
(Straining) Okay.
Grab the pliers.
I need you to go back in and grab it.
If I'm gonna do this,
you're gonna tell me about your mission.
Rudy, your brother, he paid me a visit.
He threatened my daughter.
Look, we know you get sick.
We do, too.
All right.
Well, we had intel that johanssen stole samples
back before the project was shut down.
(Stu'i'i'ers) But I didn't find anything.
Will you please do it?
Okay?
(Sofi'ly) Okay.
Okay.
(Whimpering)
(Groans)
(Shrieking)
Okay. Okay, I've got it. I've got it.
- Okay, okay. - Good, good, good, good, good.
- —(Shrieks) - Yes, good.
(Whimpering)
Thank you.
- (Door banging) - Donnie: Ow! Ow! Ow!
(Strain ed grunting) —alison: Oh.
Oh, is it your sciatica, Donnie?
Well, honey, you gave me the soap,
which is, like, 100 times heavier than the pills,
so, yeah, it's my sciatica.
Okay, fine.
- Careful, careful, careful. - You take the pills. What?
- Open the door. - How are you...
You lift with your legs, Donnie.
Thank you, honey. You're the best.
Excuse me?
This is private property, buddy.
Alison: Uh, you can't just come in here and have your lunch. Do you...
Did hejust shush me?
Wait, you're the one who was following me today.
(Sofi'ly) See? I knew it.
Do you work for Marci coates? Hmm?
Yeah, I don't know who that is.
- Then, who are you? - A messenger.
Pretty sure you got some merchandise
that belongs to my boss.
Um, if you're referring to the relaxation materials,
we paid Ramon for those in full,
over $30,000.
Yeah, well, the thing is, that wasn't Ramon's to sell.
He was working on consignment,
suddenly dropped off the radar.
But that's because he's at college.
The first week can be really overwhelming.
I remember, frosh week was...
Donnie, he didn't go to college.
Whatever the case, my boss wants a meeting.
(Sniffles) So...
I think you should get a sitter tonight...
For Oscar and for Gemma.
All right?
I'll keep these till then.
Okay, sport?
Yeah. Yup, that's great. Sure.
I'll be in touch.
Cosima: Highlighted passages, nonsense formulae.
Duncan's book is just a big jumble.
Scott: (On phone) Lknow. Andl'm hoping
there's a I/igenere cipher buried under all that noise.
We would still need a key to read it.
And without that...
There's no way to figure out which passage
goes with which synthetic sequence.
Scott: If it's even about the sequences at all.
It could be about something else.
Or maybe Duncan was just batshit crazy.
Yeah. I gotta go, Scott.
- Felix: Hello, darling. - Hello, darling.
How are you... oh, my god!
It's hideous.
What?
It's like you've been mounted by a lama.
Oh, this? (Stammers) No, I had a chill.
Oh, you had a chill?
Did you? Really?
Yes.
Expensive perfume...
(Sniffs)
Pretentious French cigarettes, and, oh, yes,
eskimo pie.
Don't go there, Felix.
Cosima, thisjumper absolutely reeks of pining.
I pine for no woman.
I regret maybe ever having met her,
but I am not pining.
I'm anti-pine.
Okay, then great. You can come down with me
to Bobby's bar for a nip or two.
No, I have to wait for Sarah's call.
You can wait for Sarah's call from Bobby's bar.
Let's go.
And get out of that yeti-like sweater.
(Gasps)
(Whimpering)
(Knock on door)
Bonnie: Gracie, the others have arrived.
I want you to come greet them.
Uh... I'll be right out.
(Lock ra'i'i'ling)
Gracie, open this door!
Gracie: I'll be right out.
(Keys jangling)
What's going on?
I was just getting changed.
(Sh rieks)
Alexis!
(Groaning)
Oh, sorry.
I'm not really the homemaker type.
In the military they, uh...
They start you young?
Since before I can remember.
And, uh, no parents?
No monitors, or whatever, people who raised you?
No. We were raised together.
We weren't allowed outside attachments.
Sarah: Hmm.
And then you met Gracie.
(Sarah scoffs)
So why didn't you just run off with her?
Hunting people is what we were trained for.
My brothers would've tracked us.
(Sarah scoffs)
I thought, if I could just find the samples then...
You could trade those for your freedom.
It doesn't matter.
(Sighs) Whateverjohanssen stole is gone.
- It wasjustjunk. - What was?
Mark, did you find something?
Mark?
(Line ringing)
Woman: 977. What's your emergency?
(Stammers) Um, someone's been shot.
I need an ambulance right away.
Ru dy: Yeah, don't you worry about that.
What's the name of the motel again?
Okay. Yeah, copy. I'm on my way now.
I'll let you know what I find.
(Door opening)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Footsteps receding)
- Donnie: These guys are late. - —(Sighs)
Alison: What are you looking for?
- Don't worry, baby. - Alison: Oh, my god!
- Donnie, why do you have a gun? - Hey, hey, hey, easy.
- I've got a gun in my hands. - Donnie!
You brought a gun to a drug deal?
- What, are you crazy? - Of course, I did.
- Put it back. - No!
Do you remember what happened
the last time you had a gun in a car?
You know what? I know what I'm doing,
I'm protecting this family. All right?
They're here.
Okay, play cool.
- —(Sighs) - Play cool.
(Alison clears throat)
- 'Sup, bro? - —(Alison clears throat)
Arms up.
Attagirl.
- Spread your legs. - Hey, easy, that's my wife.
- Shut up. - Okay.
Oh! Okay.
- You're good. - Good? Okay.
- —(Alison clears throat) - I'm good.
(Stu'i'i'ers) I have touching issues.
He only wants to talk to her.
What? No. No, no, no.
No, no. You go.
We stay.
Got your back, honey.
Your little valet felt me up.
Man: So, it is you.
Jason Kellerman!
Alison Hendrix.
What, I...
I haven't seen you since, uh...
Since you dumped my ass in high school.
I don't think that's exactly what happened.
Yeah, it is but...
Yeah, well...
I mean, this is weird.
- Jason Kellerman, this is so weird! - Yeah.
- Oh, my god! - Alison, yeah.
I mean, Lionel tells me that this couple
named Donnie and Alison Hendrix
muscled in on Ramon.
We didn't muscle, exactly.
No, no, no, it's okay. I mean, I heard all about it.
Jesus! Look at you!
- —(Chuckling) - You look great.
Um... but, yes, that's my husband.
Donnie.
I met him in college.
Lucky man.
Not even angry any more at her or myself.
I'm just... (Sighs)
Hey, what do you think? What, you are about 5'2"?
Yeah. Why? What are you...
- What are you doing? - Nobody meets anyone
in person any more, darling, it's the future.
No, no, no. I'm not doing sapphire.
Why not?
- I'm not... no. - Why not?
- No, no. - It's pretty.
I'm not gonna let an app decide who I love.
Oh, god, not love, darling. Not love.
I'm talking about a scratching post.
Something to rub yourself up against.
- —(Chuckling) - Do you know what, cos?
If you don't put yourself out there,
then you're never really gonna find
what you're looking for anyways.
What am I really looking for?
The one who stays in your heart forever.
No matter what.
(Alison chuckling)
Do you still...
Do you still drive that motorcycle?
I do.
I'd bring you for a ride, but I'm sure your mother would still have
a word or two to say with me.
You know, she always liked you.
Rea lly?
Yeah.
You know, speaking of bad influences,
why are you doing this, Alison?
With all due respect,
I don't think that needs to be shared.
- Strictly business. - Mmm-hmm.
I like that.
You know, I know this community.
If you give me those pills back,
I will have your money back within the week,
and I will double Ramon's weight.
You know...
I gotta say, that soap thing is pretty genius.
(Ch uckles)
(Mu'i'i'ering)
(Cell phone ringing)
She's calling.
Sarah: (On phone) Hey, cosima, it's me.
Hey, what's going on?
Long story.
It turns out castor Mark
was undercover for the military.
With the proletheans?
Yeah. And get this,
johanssen was professor Duncan's
lab assistant at project leda.
What? Sojohanssen had original castor material?
I think I'm looking at the box he used to hold it in,
but there's nothing here except old journals and shit.
(Camera clicking)
- I've sent you some of it, cosima. - Okay.
- —(Cell phone chimes) - Okay. I've got it.
Uh, "experiment notation.
”February 72th, second attempt. ”
Uh, "fourth attempt, no meiosis.
"February 18th, scnt successful."
What does that mean?
Somatic cell nuclear transfer, that's how you clone.
So... wait, johanssen used the samples, then,
to try and make more clones.
God-complex much.
If that's what he did and succeeded, then that child would have
the exact same DNA as the castor original.
Well, then I'm not looking for tissue samples,
- I'm looking forjohanssen's son. - Yeah.
Well, and he would have needed embryos.
Someone... someone to carry the child.
Yeah, I think I met her.
All-seeing god.
This is thy kingdom. Thou knowest what happens
in thy kingdom.
Enfolded in eternal life.
May the lamb find peace in your kingdom.
I'm sorry.
The child is lost!
Leave us.
(Yelling) Now!
Mother...
(Sobbing) I don't know what happened.
What happened, Gracie,
is that you betrayed your family.
God wanted to punish you.
So he cursed you, and he took the child.
Our legacy,
and you lost it!
I'm so sorry.
What can I do?
There is nothing to do.
The only reason our door was open to you again
was because of that child, and now it's gone.
You ruined the last chance for this family.
You will not be welcome back here again.
(Creaking)
(Gun cocks)
Don't move!
I told you not to call anybody!
- I knew I couldn't trust you! - No, no, no!
Listen, listen, listen. There's a chance!
I found something, Mark! Mark!
The reason we can't find the castor samples
is becausejohanssen used them,
to make a clone.
Mark: What?
- What're you talking about? - He and his wife,
they used the original tissue to make a son.
We find him, we get a bit of DNA. That's all we need.
Did he ever mention a son?
He did, didn't he?
Do you know where he is?
This is where Henrik and Bonnie lived
just after they were married.
Sarah: And their son lives here now?
You're gonna have to pull around back.
(Mark groans)
The kid's dead?
Johanssen said that he and Bonnie had had a child
before Gracie.
But it didn't survive.
If they can get... (Groans)
DNA from 25-year-old blood slides,
whatever's left out here should be more than enough.
You're not gonna dig up a dead baby.
Mark: No.
Not me.
(Grunts)
(Door closes)
(Lock clicks)
(Camera whirring)
Can you point that thing somewhere else?
I'm not going anywhere, you know?
You're trying awfully hard
to save someone you tried to kill once.
How do you know about that?
We took care of Helena, spent time with her.
She said it was you that shot her.
The more reason I'm doing this.
(Lock clicks open)
You know, it's not her fault the way she is.
She's not a monster, she was just...
Trained to be a killer.
That sound familiar?
How do you know she's even still alive?
I just do.
I can feel it.
Your people took her for a reason, yeah?
We'd do anything to find a cure.
(Machines beeping)
(Whimpering)
You must be Parsons.
(Mumbles)
Please.
What did they do to you?
(Weakly) Kill me.
(Struggling) Kill...
Me.
Pu pok: Stupid girl.
Why would you waste your chance of escape on him?
He's already dead.
- Get moving. - —(Parsons whimpering)
Leave him.
Please!
We've both been abandoned by our families.
Left to suffer.
(Sofi'ly) I will make it go away.
No more pain, little one.
Shh.
(Continues shushing)
(Humming gently)
(Groans) —(machine beeping rapidly)
Sleep now, lamb chop, sleep.
(EKG flat—lines)
(Alarm blaring)
Guards!
You stupid girl.
You say you love boys, but you lie.
- Guards! - You're a shit mother!
Take her!
(Panting)
Hey! Hey, Mark! Mark!
Stay awake.
I don't need you dying on me, brother.
You know I'm not really your brother.
Well, you are.
Biology says you are.
If we find the biology in here,
then we've both got what we need.
(Panting)
(Thudding)
Mark! I've got it.
I don't think he can hear you.
Oh, shit.
You take this, and you... You give me back Helena.
You're not in a position to make demands, now, are you, Sarah?
- What's in the box? - It's what you want.
It's castor DNA.
Open it.
- Let's go. - Yes. Yes.
Oh, for Christ's sake!
(Groans)
(Sarah grunts)
(Groans)
Rudy: Sarah!
I know you're in here.
Sarah.
You really shouldn't have done that.
I would've made it quick and painless.
Well...
Relatively.
(Thudding)
How is that sweet little girl of yours, anyway, mmm?
Kira sure is gonna miss her mommy.
(High-pitch ed voice) Mommy.
Mommy, where are you?
(Thuds) —(Gasps)
Mommy.
I can't find you.
(Gasps)
(Normal voice) Oh, there you are, mommy.
Please. You got what you wanted.
Please let me go.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
Mark: Soldier, stand down.
Rudy: Now why would I listen to you?
Because I'm your superior officer
and I gave you an order.
No, sorry. I don't take orders from traitors.
Mark: Watch your mouth, soldier.
Mind who you're talking to.
You were working with the enemy.
I followed you.
I was doing what I had to do to complete my mission.
Which I did.
That's more than you can say. But then again...
No—one ever expected much from you, did they?
(Grunts)
You're wounded, weak.
I could just end you both right now,
take what you found and bring it back to mother.
She'd never know the difference.
Then do it...
Little brother.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Well done, brother.
Good to see you, sir.
All right, you jackass,
go and grab that box. We've got to bring it home.
(Sighs)
You know we don't leave loose ends.
No, we don't.
By comparing his genome to yours,
we can isolate the defect.
Develop a gene therapy.
Gracie: Are you Arthur bell?
Well, she doesn't look ready for cult deprogramming to me.
I'm not a prolethean anymore.
Felix: And we 're just supposed to take your word for it?
(Laughs)
Is this your first sapphire date?
Yeah. Yeah, it is.
Woman: You're way more than I expected
anybody!
All you had to do was stay away.
I'm not someone you can fight, Sarah.
(Both grunting)
(Th eme music playing)