Counterpart (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Something Borrowed - full transcript

Howard is transferred to a mysterious prison called Echo. An unexpected visit gives Emily a connection to her old life. Emily Prime and Shaw's investigation is met with resistance.

[Emily Silk] I've been
very clear on this.

He's not to be in
Strategy. Not now, not ever.

When are you going to see
your wife for who she really is?

She has been the one stopping
me from being promoted.

[man] Marcel got
himself that Strategy job.

Mr. Silk's position
will not change

under the conditions of
his current confinement.

Send him to Echo.

It's only us now. Aldus is gone.

Of course it was you.

No! Aldus!

He knew me.

Look. This was taken
when I was in the clinic.

This can't be me. It's her.

Bob Dwyer was relieved of his post and
you've been named as his replacement.

Do you recognize that
woman? She's a terrorist.

[Emily Prime] You
want me to find her.

[Shaw] I'll have
Ravi run the address.

- [gun clicks]
- Where's the case?

You will never find it.

This doesn't have to be painful.

[operator] An outside specialist
will partner with Mr. Quayle

to root out these sleepers.

[Lambert] Just apprehended
Edgar Brandt. It doesn't sit well.

Someone is talking.

- [indistinct chatter]
- [glass clinking]

[German version of "Angel
of the Morning" playing]


[indistinct chatter]

[woman singing in German]


[theme music playing]

[classical music
playing over earbuds]



Dinner at my father's.
He likes to talk.

[Lambert] Well, I hope it was
worth keeping me in the cold.

Edgar Brandt's
been taken care of.

Too bad. I was rather
fond of that chap.

Have you contacted
the other cell yet?

- Tomorrow.
- Should've been days ago, Clare.

You realize I have a
husband to handle, a child,

a whole life I have to balance alone
while you, I don't know what out here.

They wanted you to activate
them. They were very specific.

Thought you'd be more excited

- to meet your own kind.
- [cell phone chimes]

Ah, I got to go.

Oh, just one last thing.

Um, a counterfeit visa supplier
in vetting needs to be paid off.

They've been complaining
about our debts lately.

I need for you
to take care of it.

76 Glasgower Str... uh, Clare?

Did you hear the address?

Can't you at least take
care of that yourself?

I'm on the lam, Clare.
A lamb on the lam.

Help me, would you?

You're a peach.

[opera music playing]

[woman and man moaning]

- [Lambert Prime] Oh, here he is.
- Hello, Lena.

- [grunts] We tried to wait for you.
- [Lena] Didn't try very hard.

[Lambert Prime grunts]
No, we didn't, did we?

You know the extra rate for two.

I'm just here for moral support.

And it's still an
extra hundred to stay.


Do be gentle with him.

Who said I wanted it gentle?

I don't.

Get down here, you naughty girl.

Here we go.


- She was rough.
- Yes.

I'm starting to
enjoy strong hands.

Really? My skin gets so
irritable with all that friction.

Darling, I wish I could bring you
some of the treatments from back home.

You'd bloody die for them.


Oh, it's your turn to
pick up the groceries.

You wouldn't mind,
would you? Just this week?

I let you meet your
housewife crush tonight.

The least you could do is
handle your share of the workload.

She's different lately.

I can't place it.

She doesn't look at you
the same way anymore?

[deep sigh]

Can we still trust her?

I suppose we'll find out.

[cell door opens]

What's this?


You have to take
them before you leave.

This place they're sending me...


[glass thuds]

Do you really think
it'll change anything?

I hope it does...

for your sake.

Well, I'm...

I'm not a spy.


Well, let's see.

[lock buzzes]

[man speaking
indistinctly over P.A.]


[speaking German]

[engines start]



"If you dream of sandy
beaches and 30 Celsius sun,

but your wallet is more accommodating
of a weekend in Scarborough,

how about the Blue Mountains of Jamaica
in a charming cottage called Papaya?"

I think I'm having a memory.

I think that, when you used to read
to me before from the newspaper,

you always read
in a funny accent.

Right. Of course.

But sorry, I got to get to work.

And you left for work at 8:15
and I left 20 minutes later.

Yeah. I got to get
ahead of a few things.

No, what I'm saying, Howard,

is that you were a man of...

Oh, there's a word for it,
uh... you were a man of habit.

Trying out some new ones.


That was nice, I think.


- A little bit weird?
- No, it was...

It was nice.

Loop on the left.


- See you tonight?
- Yes.


[man speaking German nearby]

[man continues
calling out in German]

[entry bells chime]

Thank God. I was afraid
we had the other you.

What the hell are you doing
here, in your other's apartment,

wearing his clothes?

Who else from Section
Two is over here?

Just me, Sandrine and Barnes.
Could be others, I don't know.

- [door opens]
- [bells chime]

Relax, I've got
both doors covered.

Remy, you can't be
contacting me like this.

Yes, I have an
identity over here.

There is a lot going on, and
you don't want any part of it.

I am a part of it.

My op team was over here

picking up details on the Petahertz
processors they announced.

Next thing we know,
the doors are closed.

Everyone's being hunted now.

You know about
this Indigo business.

Pope used our network to
run terrorists. Nobody knew.

- You trust me?
- Of course.

- Then stay out of it.
- We need to make a play.

No, no, you don't.

The Office grabbed Edgar Brandt.
He didn't last one fucking night.

These people have
sleeper agents on the inside.

We're getting caught
in the crossfire.

This is gonna be
over soon. Okay?

The doors are gonna
open. Just lie low till they do.

No. We've got to
find Claude Lambert.

The Office is looking for him.

If we get to him first, we can
turn him over, make a deal.

If I don't do something,
I'm gonna die over here.

Any of us could be next.

I don't know how
to find Lambert.

That's not what I heard.
That's why we came to you.

Okay, who the fuck
told you I was over here?

- Sandrine.
- Nice outfit.


We needed an
Indigo trading chip.

Found her in Kreuzberg.
A stroke of luck, actually.

She was staying in one
of Pope's old safe houses.

We asked about Lambert.
All she offered up was you.

She's got to be worth at least
one of us. We'll trade her in, too.

But first you'll
give us Lambert.

- I will talk.
- So talk.

To him.


[Clare] Spencer...
[smacking lips]

Please? Ah. Yummy!

Here. Good girl.

Oh, love you so. [kisses]

[Clare speaks indistinctly]


[Spencer crying]

You're more stubborn
than your father.

Here. Okay, okay,
okay, okay, okay.

[recording rewinding]

[Clare on recording]
I've got to go.

[Lambert on recording]
All right, just one last thing.

A counterfeit visa supplier
in vetting needs to be paid off.

They've been complaining
about our debts lately.

I need for you
to take care of it.

76 Glasgower Str... uh, Clare?

Did you hear the address?

[Clare] Can't you at least
take care of that yourself?

[Lambert] I'm on the lam,
Clare. A lamb on the lam.

Help me, would you?

You're a peach.

[recording ends]

[operator] You and Agent Shaw investigated
what was found in the Indigo safe house?

[Emily Prime] There was
an address for a dacha.

Kladow Alley, 149.

The chain of title, it's quite
muddy. A probate settlement.

But we're gonna
check it out later today.

[muffled, indistinct chatter]

That address was checked out
last summer by the Reynolds group.

They found some
ledgers but not much else.

It's old intel.

[muffled, indistinct chatter]

You knew about it?

Management would like you to
follow up on the dead man, Aldus Fray.

Track his association with Mira.

But he's like any of the Indigo faithful.
He's a jobless malcontent, there's no...

[muffled, indistinct chatter]

Focus on Fray.

It's essential we learn what
this group is going to do next.

[muffled, indistinct chatter]

Management would
also like to know

if you discovered anything
else at the safe house.

Perhaps there was
something else in the files?

No. I don't have
anything else at this time.

Why doesn't Management
want this house looked into?

This photo of my other
is from ten years ago.

So she's been coming over all this
time. How come we never knew about it?

If we knew, we'd
have cut her off.

Because Management
were covering up her travel

just like they were
covering up Mira.

And I think the two are
connected somehow.


Look around you, Ian.

Last week I was in a cubicle.

Surely you don't believe the
Fourth Floor are telling us everything.

Look, the people behind that
camera live there for a reason.

Let's not go asking questions
we have no place asking.

Check out this address for me.

I'll go to the archive,
see if my other has a file.


Oh, I thought you
might want to know, um,

they sent Howard to Echo.

Happened this morning.

[door closes]


[brakes squeak]

[truck doors open]

[truck doors close]

[doors open]

[speaking German]

[lock buzzes]


[chains clinking]

Blood, urine, all fluids will be
taken before you're admitted.



[lock buzzes, latch clicks]

[men speaking German]

[music playing]

[sportscaster speaking
indistinctly over TV]

[sportscaster] Watch
out, here he comes again.

Sorensen's on the breakdown...

Mr. Quayle?

Yes, yes, he's done it.

[continues indistinctly]

I-I'm sorry, but a-are you...?

Yeah, just not now.

You're Peter Quayle.

- You know me.
- Yes.

[stammers] You're...

You're from the other
side. Over his side, you...

You know who I am over there.


And you called me "Mister."

You-you called me "Mr. Quayle,"
like I was someone important.

Someone they know, everyone
knows, no one looks past,

not like Peter-Pete,
whatever, like Mis...

You called me, you
call... [inhales sharply]

You called me Mr. Quayle.

Yes. That's...

Uh... Charlie. Charlie!

I told you I was important.

I'm like an executive,
or like a C... like a, like...

Sorry, tell him.
What-what-what-what am I?

my... what's my job?

Uh, deputy director of Strategy.

I'm deputy director of Strategy.

I am...

Karl! Fucking...

No, you can't fucking touch the
tape, Karl. We-we talked about this.

Look, I know I left
the chair, but we'll...

[laughs, mumbles]

I, uh...

Are you hungry?

Yeah, I'd go light
on this if I were you.

A little goes a long way,
if you know what I mean.

Why are you in here?

I'm serving my world in
the fight against yours.

You know, Yanek says I'm one
of the most important people here.

I suppose now we know why.

- Yanek?
- Yeah.

I give him secrets. My
secrets, things about my life,

things that I'm
afraid of, things I like.

Things that only I can know.

So now Management
knows my other's secrets.

So that's what this place is?

- All these people are-are being...
- Harvested.

Mined. Excavated
for their memories.

And most people
resist it, but don't.

Don't do it. Yanek is a genius.

It is enlightenment,
what he'll show you.

- [Howard] Marcel.
- [Quayle Prime] Mm.

They're just excited. We
don't get a lot of new additions.

No, no, I-I know... I knew
him on the other side.

Marcel, we-we worked together.

I'd stay away from that
lot if I were you, Howard.

They're bad news.


So you thought sticking around
Berlin seemed like a pretty good idea?

With half the Office
looking for crossers like you?

You know, when I gave you that
fucking bag of money at the hospital,

that was your second chance.

I guess I was wrong to assume
you'd be smart enough to use it

to get the hell out of
here, start a new life.

Did you run?


I take it you don't know how to
find Lambert any more than I do.

- No.
- But you told them to bring me in...

so I'd help you.

What am I, the only
guy you trust over here?

I mean, I-I thought
you had networks.

Not anymore.

Okay, so...

how exactly do you think I
should get you out of this?


No, these are my people.

I'm not go... I
know their families.

If you really thought I was
gonna turn on them to help you,

that was a big miscalculation.

You didn't tell
them you were here.


Not really your people, I think.

Staying with his wife.

She's out of the hospital now.

Yeah. She's a resource.

Hey, I don't have to
justify my situation to you.

I'm still working, and you're making
it really fucking hard right now.

- You will find Lambert for them.
- No, I'm not gonna do that.

Lambert knows too much.
He knows too many people

- who know about me.
- You have to.

Are you seriously negotiating with
me right now, tied to a fucking chair?

Why don't I just take
you out right now?

Your friends know about you.

Suspicious if you
didn't help them.

This is great. This is the
thanks I get for saving your life.

Okay. I'll get you out.

I'll figure out how
to find Lambert.

But you need to
take care of him.

He needs to not be
a problem anymore.


Okay. And then you fuck off so
you're not a problem anymore.

And these people are not to
be harmed. You understand?

- These are my friends.
- Can't protect two sides forever.

Let me worry about that.

- [Remy] So she talked?
- Yeah, I got a name.

Somebody Lambert works with.
I'm gonna go and check it out.

I'll get back to you.

Stay out of sight till then.

Look, brother, I respect you, but
we're not gonna sit on our hands forever.

Hey. Nobody said forever.
I'm trying to make sure

we're not walking into something
we can't walk out of. Okay?

Give me a day.

I'm trying to fix this.



[knocking on door]

[locks clicking]

- Emily Silk?
- Yes?

We haven't met. My
name is Naya Temple.

I work at the Office
of Interchange.

- I'm sorry, I-I don't, um...
- Your memory. I know.

May I come in? There are
some things I'd like to talk about.

- Things?
- Your work.

If you're curious.

Do you want me to tell you
exactly what you did for a living?

[woman speaking
German over P.A.]

Lambert said you'd
be easy to spot.

They asked me to
drop this off for you.

Your cell's been activated. I
take it you know what that means.

It's about goddamn time.

After the Crossing closed, I figured
it would have come right away.

I don't decide on the timing.

Stop looking at me.

Give your team those orders.

I've given you the
word. Now you know.

You really don't
remember me, do you?

I don't have the braces anymore.

But I thought you'd know an
old friend when you saw him.


I'll see you around, okay?

[woman speaks German over P.A.]


- [knocking on door]
- [door opens]

- [Milla] Director Quayle?
- Yeah.

Your wife isn't picking
up. I've called three times.

Should I keep trying?



Yes, sir?

Get Housekeeping
up here, a tactical unit.

Tell them I have time-sensitive
intel that I want to move on today.

[door closes]

[lock clicks]

[lock beeps, latch clicks]

[door opens, closes]

[footsteps approaching]


I hope this is not too
forward of me to say, but...

your bicuspids
are quite striking.

The one thing you can't
fake: dental records.

You both grind your teeth. Hmm.

I'm Yanek.

They have told
you what it is I do?

Not exactly.

I extract intelligence from
the people of our world

so they can use it
on people over there.

It says here Management would
like for you to spy on your wife.

Yes, that's right.

You refuse to be a spy?

Yes, I do.

Your other is a spy.

I'm not him.

What do you think it was that
made the two of you so different?

It can be anything, really.

A choice to turn
left instead of right.

Not asking the
waitress her name.

Or asking her name,
then marrying her.

- W-we both married Emily.
- Mm-hmm.

And now your other
is living with her.

In your life.

Do you trust this man?

Hmm. The thing of it is,

mankind has existed in a state of
tension since the beginning of time,

between what is
and what could be.

There's a truth
to it we can't deny.

What truth?

That any man may
see himself as ordinary.

But confront him with
another version of his life?

The one destroys the other.

- It's inevitable.
- I don't believe that.

Your other is out
there right now,

erasing you from
your own existence.

You don't know that.

If it's occurred to you,
it's occurred to him.

And it has occurred
to you, hasn't it?

You are a gentleman,
and this is war.

I could make you his equal.

Send you back to face him.

I'm not at war with anyone.


You have learned how to deny
almost any truth, haven't you?

[lock beeps, door opens]

Our time is up, Howard.

Look, I don't know if
I'm... better or worse.

But I know I'm not him.

That is because you
have never had to be.

Have a good sleep.


[distant cawing]

[flies buzzing]


[speaking German]

[Emily Prime] You
think it was Mira?

The place is thoroughly tossed.

She's definitely
looking for something.

- Something she found?
- Hard to say.

That dacha doesn't
sound like old intel to me.

Now, why is it do you think Management
doesn't want us to know about it?

I'll call you back.

What the hell?

Hi, I'd like to look
at the personnel files

for the past three
years, please.

The name's Emily Burton,
Deputy Director of Strategy.

[Temple] Feels strange,

reading someone in who's known
about this a lot longer than I have.

Um... I brought photos
of your former office.

I thought it might help.

- Okay, this is Strategy.
- Yes, that's right.


I think I was an agent
in... in H-Housekeeping?

18 people were killed by operatives
from their world planted in ours.

The cell was exposed,
but it wasn't stopped in time.

Management responded
by closing down the Crossing.

There are other
sleepers still here.

We had a breach just a few days
ago. A source was killed in our custody.

It was their first step.

Shutting down all lines of
communication and creating chaos.

- Whose first step?
- Um, there's a...

[sighs] There wa... uh...

there was a school.

And there were
people from the other...

What people?

I don't know.

Emily, what were you investigating
at the time of your accident?

[Emily Silk] I don't know.

I can't tell if it's something
that's too long or-or it's too buried.

[Temple] Do you
remember anything?

Faces, images. Names even.

[Emily Silk] I
remember a church.

An old church.

- In the city?
- No, it's by a river.

But it's part of another memory.

My-my mother's memory, maybe?

I don't know. Sorry.

- What was in the church?
- [sighs]


Secrets from another world.

From the world that
looks like ours but isn't.

And when you're
there, it feels...

it feels the same,
but isn't quite.

Have you been to their world?

[Emily Silk] Yes,
I think I have.

What was it like?

It was... it was wrong.

Like I wasn't
supposed to be there.

But it was thrilling.

And there are things I saw
that I shouldn't have seen.

And there were faces.

These things, they
didn't belong to me.

They weren't mine.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

[voice breaking] Sorry.

This person I used to be,

this woman I've been
chasing around my head...

She looks like me, but
I don't recognize her.

Her choices, her...

She's a complete stranger to me.

Here's my number.
Doesn't matter what the hour.

And this is a list of the 18
people who died in the attack.

There's photos in there,
if anyone rings a bell.

And, Emily, as you remember
things, you may want to tell somebody.

Have you said anything
about this to your husband?


You can always tell me.

- I should be getting back.
- Yes.

They're probably running around
with their heads cut off without me.

Not with Aldrich in
charge. [chuckles]


Uh, did I get his name wrong?
The head of Housekeeping at work.

Josef Aldrich is dead.

He was exposed shortly after the
attack. Killed at your hospital, actually.

- By his own agents.
- Sorry, exposed?

He was Shadow. The operative
planted on our Third Floor.


Shadow... that wasn't Aldrich.

- I'm afraid so.
- No, I remember him.

I mean, I...

When this happened...

Isn't Shadow a woman?

[thunder rumbling]


♪ Ain't gonna show me,
this is plain to see... ♪

Richard Langston?

Christ, you're
her spitting image.

May I come in?

[door locks]

Take it you're not here
for an appointment.

- No.
- I'm Ricky.

You're Strategy, I hear?
Now deputy director.

Your file says you've
been off payroll for years.

I make it my business to know
things. Tends to keep me alive.



Your name is all
over her record.

Largely redacted,

but it does say that she
made an offer of service to you.

Lemon, right?

She always took lemon.

There's an investigation.

A woman Management
wants me to find.

Somehow it's...
led me to myself.

I deal in cars now.
It's a lot simpler.

There's been an
attack on their side.

I think my other is
at the center of it.

You certain you want
to know about this?

[chuckles softly]

Eight years ago... [exhales]

Emily came over

with word of... sins
committed on her side.

Said she'd heard of
experimentation in the early 1990s...

Biological, intention unclear,

but a byproduct of which was...

the release of a viral strain

that spread through
Customs to our world.

She had evidence that
her side caused the flu?

No, just hearsay.

She wrote a report, passed it
to me to give to Management.

How did that go over?

Management thanked me
for bringing it to their attention.

Told me it would be handled.
Then I was transferred.

Shortly after, I quit.

Never heard from
your other again.

And you don't know what
happened to this report?

I didn't ask.

Have you ever heard
the name Mira before?

No, never.

You know, she was
sentimental, your other.


Used to talk about a
hiding place from childhood.

A place she kept things she'd
gathered, a place only she would know.

Which I would know. [exhales]

But if you do turn up anything,

I'd be very careful
who I took it to.


[Temple] What's this?

A tip from my source.
Counterfeiters associated with Indigo.

Put a money trail together,
we'll find the power brokers.

Shut this thing down.

- Sounds promising.
- I heard you were out today.

- I had a meeting.
- Fruitful?

Very. So you're acting
on this intel now?

Yeah, I had a team case the
place. We're gonna take a look.

Mind if I tag along?


Sorry, I'm...

- You're caught.
- Wait, I...

[chuckles] Sorry.

A mother's reflex.


Now, you should stay
outside. You're not armed.

After you.

Stay close.


[agent speaking German]

Cleaned out.

This isn't much
of a business, is it?

[agent speaking German]

It's like an office made
to look like an office.

Your source gave
you this information?

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]



Get down!


- [agent speaking German]
- [agent 2 groaning]


You got people down.


It was a trap.

I'm calling it in.

[agents speaking German]

- [door opens]
- [footsteps approach]

[silverware clinking]



How was your day?

Strychnine or polonium
in the potatoes?

I mean, eventually you kill me.

Right? Today didn't work
out, but... there's always dinner.

What are you talking about?

You understand I've
taken this into account?

Taken what into account?

I've made evidence of
our little arrangement,

of who you really
are, on a tape,

left in a secure location that
will be found upon my demise.

So maybe you should think about
that the next time you try and off me.

Are you fucking insane?

You knew I was listening
last night. With Lambert.

Go on. Tell me I'm wrong.

You're wrong.

You liar!

Even the other night,
when I looked in your eyes,

I begged you for
one ounce of honesty.

Even then, you
couldn't tell me the truth.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.


The counterfeiters.

"Clean it up, Clare."

That's what he
said. For my ears.

The whole
disgusting little scene.

What did you do?

I went. Time I did my job, too.

I went into a fucking ambush.

And now a man is dead.

Lambert thinks I'm blown.

He gave me that intel to
smoke me out, and you just...

You thought you were doing
the right thing, but, Peter,

that was so fucking stupid.

He knows all about us now.


- Hi.
- What the fuck are you doing here?

[door shuts]

[Howard Prime] Hi.

Look, it's time we
had a grown-up talk.

You want to sit down?

Look, you don't like me,
I get that. I don't like you.

But we have a common problem
by the name of Claude Lambert,

so... why don't we start figuring out
what the fuck we're gonna do about that?


[lock buzzes, latch clicks]



[door opens]

Remember me?

Yes. Marcel. Yes.

Six years I've been in here.

Know how long that is?

This one, ten. This one, 16.

All because of you.


What was the going
rate back then?

To come into our houses, steal
us from our lives, and bury us here.

- What did Management pay you?
- It wasn't me, Marcel.

It-it had to be my other.

It-it wasn't me.

- Nice try, asshole.
- Please. Please.

- [grunting]
- [groaning]