Orphan Black (2013–2017): Season 3, Episode 4 - Newer Elements of Our Defense - full transcript
Sarah's fate hangs in the balance as she tries to save her sister.
- GRACIE: - We're husband and wife. You can share your secrets.
- MARK: - I'm not who you think.
Mark's gone dark. If he's off-task, bring him home.
- SCOTT: - The Island Of Dr Moreau... - A gift from Professor Duncan.
This could be...his key.
ALISON: We'd like to buy your business.
What makes you think you have the stones for this line of work?
- RUDY: - Duncan had tissue samples of the Castor original.
ART: You think if find them first, you can trade Helena for them?
It's just junk! There's no test tubes, no...no...no slides.
You're not going to believe this. The boy clones are our brothers.
- What did you tell her? - I'm your sister, Mark.
- I made a mistake. - GUNSHOTS
HE GROANS
- Mark, he... - He took advantage of you. - Please...
GUNSHOT
METALLIC SCRAPING
SHE PANTS
- Oh, my God, you're alive! - Get away from me!
- Shh. Quiet, quiet! I'm going to help you. - She's coming back...
HE GROANS Shh, shh. Quiet, quiet.
HE GROANS AND COUGHS Oh, my God...
OK, put your hand over it. Keep pressure...
I need to tie it off. You have a belt...?
Here. Here...
- Why are you helping me? - HE GROANS
Quiet!
HE WHIMPERS
SARAH PANTS
Oh, Jesus Christ!
What's going on?
- He's in the corn. Go get him. - You got it.
SARAH: Shit!
We have to go. Come on.
Come on, her have to go... SHE STRAINS
- This is your fault. - I know you don't trust me, but I'm all you've got.
HE GROANS
ALL SING: # Nearer my God to thee
# Nearer to thee
# E'en though it be a cross
# That raiseth me... # MUSIC STOPS
WHISPERING
Gracie has arrived.
Welcome home.
Gracie, this is Mr Appleyard.
He was kind enough to take me and the others in after the fire.
Little Gracie.
Oh, my, you've grown into a pretty thing, haven't you?
Jonah was there the day you were born.
He helped bring you into this world.
You had more to say then.
And now, I understand you're
the one with the blessed child.
ALL: Amen.
Well. Let's get you to the kitchen.
A mother-to-be needs to eat.
SHE YELLS AND JABBERS
SHE GRUNTS
Hey, keep it down!
SHE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY
- Step aside. - She's bleeding, Sergeant Miller.
SHE GIGGLES
- ALL GROAN - My SHIT! Eating my shit!
- OK, go in. - Yes, sir.
Sergeant Miller, report.
She bashed her head against the bars this time.
We have to get her over to the infirmary.
Helena, it breaks my heart to see you hurt yourself like this.
- SHE HYPERVENTILATES - You know how this goes.
Keep still if you don't want it to hurt.
SHE MOANS
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 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 improving.'
Uh, Kira's stem cell treatment is actually working. So, that's good.
Um, enough about that though, how's the election thingy going?
Um, School Board Trustee. Good. Yeah.
I have...I have a lot of support.
Ali? Are you down here?
- I have to go. - OK. Ciao, be good.
- Who were you talking to? - Cosima. What's going on? - I don't know.
Hey. hey, hey, hey. Why are you sweatier than usual?
I was making deliveries
Uhhh, sorry... I mean, rallying support for your campaign.
- But there was a car following me. - Was it Marci Coates?
Honey, if she catches wind of this, I'm dead in the water.
Alison, I'm thinking police, not election.
- I'm...I'm...I'm sure it was nothing. I'm sure it was nothing. - 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. OK? - OK.
- Yeah. - Good! - Yeah. That's a good idea. - OK.
- Good. - A storage locker. Like on Breaking Bad. - Sure.
Look, we'll label everything and 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? - SHE SIGHS
GROANING
We need to get you to a hospital.
No. No hospital. You take me, my people will find me.
Well, we need to get somewhere safe.
No-one's home.
It doesn't look like they've here for awhile.
- Oh, Jesus Christ... - It's not as bad as it looks.
The bullet went through and through.
Hit muscle tissue, nothing vital.
But this...
The bullet is still in there.
We're going to need to get it out, so...
We can find what we need inside.
Hey, you're not going to do that yourself. That's going to kill you.
Not if you help me.
Well, then, you're going to have to give me some answers.
Come on.
Up you get. HE GROANS
HE PANTS
- RADIO: - 'Sergeant Miller, this is Silva, over.'
- 'Miller here.' - I'm all done with our guest here.
'Copy. Be there in ten.'
- Take your time. She'll be out another hour. - 'Copy. Miller out.'
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.
You have to stay alert. Look for an escape.
To escape the first box, you must know what next box holds.
Right! Scout this place and get back here.
Don't blunder around like an idiot.
I will be as quiet as church mouse.
TRAFFIC DRONE
Hurry up, you're going to pass out.
No, no, no, not yet...
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
WHIRRING NEARBY
DISTORTED VOICE: Calm down, Parsons. Calm down.
BUZZING
WHIMPERING
GROANING
WHIMPERING
Helena. On your feet.
Snap out of it.
Get us back before it's too late.
SHE SIGHS
HE SIGHS
GROANING
- OK. Go ahead. - I'm not putting my finger in your leg. I'm not.
I need you to go in there and feel the bullet.
I can't...
- No. No! - Can you give me that?
Are you going to 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?
HE YELLS
HE GROANS
OK, stick it in fast. It'll hurt less.
SHE SCOFFS
God, you must be one hell of a first date.
SHE SIGHS
SHE GROANS
HE GROANS IN PAIN
WET SQUELCHING
- Do you feel it!? Is it moving? - What?!
Can you wiggle it?
- Can you wiggle it? - Yes, yes, I can wiggle it! - OK. Good.
- That means it's not embedded in the bone. OK. - Ah...ah....
Oh, God... SHE GAGS
HE SPLUTTERS
OK. Grab the pliers. I need you to go back in and grab it.
If I'm going to do this, you're going to 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. We had intel that Johanssen stole samples,
back before the project was shut down.
But I didn't find anything.
Will you please do it?
OK...
OK.
HE WHIMPERS
Argh!
- WET SQUELCHING - Argh! Nnnggg...
OK. I've got it, I've got it.
HE WHIMPERS
HE SCREAMS
- OK, OK. - Good, good, good.
HE YELLS
HE WHIMPERS
Thank you.
- THUDDING - Ow, ow, ow!'
- Ah! - Oh, is it your sciatica, Donnie?
Well, honey, you gave me the soap,
which is like 100 times heavier than pills,
- so yeah, it's my sciatica. - OK, fine! - 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.
You can't just come in here and have your lunch. Do...?
- Did he just shush me? - Wait, you're the one who was following me today.
(See? I knew it.)
Do you work for Marci Coates? Hm?
Yeah, I don't know who that is.
- Then who are you? - A messenger.
Pretty sure you've got some merchandise
- that belongs to my boss. - Um.
If you're referring the relaxation materials,
we paid Ramone for those in full. Over 30 thousand.
You know, well,
thing is,
that wasn't Ramone's to sell.
He was working on consignment, suddenly dropped off the radar.
Well, that's because he's at college.
The first week can be really overwhelming...
Donnie, he didn't go to college.
Whatever the case, my boss wants a meeting.
So, I think you should get a sitter tonight for Oscar...
..and for Gemma. All right?
I'll keep these till then. OK, Sport?
Yeah, yep. That's great, sure.
I'll be in touch.
Highlighted passages, nonsense formulae.
- Duncan's book is just a big jumble. - 'I know, and I'm hoping
'there's a Vigenere cypher buried under all that noise.'
But we'd still need a key to read it. And without that...
'..There's no way to figure out which passage'
goes with which synthetic sequence.
'If it's even about the sequences at all.'
It could be about something else. Or maybe Duncan was just batshit crazy.
- DOOR RATTLES - I gotta go, Scott.
- Hello, darling! - Hello, darling.
How are you...? Oh, my God. It's hideous!
- What? - It's like you've been mounted by a llama.
Oh, this. No, I had...I had a chill.
Oh, you had a chill? Did you?
- Really? - Yes.
Expensive perfume.
Pretentious French cigarettes. And, oh, yes.
Eskimo pie.
Don't go there, Felix.
Cosima, this jumper 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.
OK, 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.
WATER SPLASHES
SHE WINCES
KNOCK AT DOOR
Gracie. The others have arrived. I want you to come greet them.
I...I'll be right out...
SHE RATTLES DOOR KNOB
- Gracie, open this door! - I'll be right out.
KEYS JANGLE
SHE PANTS
- What's going on? - I was just getting changed.
GRACIE YELLS IN PAIN
Alexis!
Alexis!
SHE GROANS
Sorry. Not really the home-maker type.
The military, they, uh...
- they start you young? - Since before I can remember.
And uh, no parents?
No monitors, or whatever?
- People who raise you? - No, we were... we were raised together.
We weren't allowed outside attachments.
But then you met Gracie.
So why didn't you just run off with her?
Hunting people is what we were trained for.
My brothers would have tracked us.
I thought if I could just find the samples...
- You could trade those for your freedom. - It doesn't matter.
Whatever Johanssen stole is gone.
- It was just junk. - What was?
Mark, did you find something?
Mark?
Mark?!
RINGING TONE
- WOMAN: - '911. What's your emergency?'
Um, um...I... Someone's been shot. I need an ambulance, right away.
RETREATING FOOTSTEPS
Yep. Don't you worry about that.
What's the name of the motel again?
OK. Yeah, copy. I'm on my way now.
I'll let you know what I find.
BANGING NEARBY
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
FOOTSTEPS RETREAT
- These guys are late. - What are you looking for?
- Don't worry, baby. - Oh, my God!
- Donnie! - 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.
- OK, play cool. Play cool. - SHE SIGHS
'Sup, bro?
Arms up.
Arms up.
Attagirl.
- Spread your legs. - Hey, easy! That's my wife! - Shut up. - OK...
Oh, OK...
- You're good. - Good? OK.
I'm...I'm good. I...I have touching issues.
He only wants to talk to her.
- What? No, no, no, we're... - No, no. You go. We stay.
Got your back, honey!
- Your little valet felt me up. - So, it is you.
- Jason Kellerman? - Alison Hendrix.
W-W-Wha...? I...I haven't seen you since, um...
Since you dumped my ass in high school?
- I don't think that's exactly what happened. - Yeah, it is, but...
Yeah.
- I mean, this is weird. - Jason Kellerman!
This is so weird! Oh, my God!
Alison, yeah! I mean, Lionel tells me that this couple
named Donnie and Alison Hendrix muscled in on Ramone.
We didn't "muscle" exactly.
It's OK, I heard all about it.
- Jesus, look at you! You look great. - SHE GIGGLES
Aw, you...
But, yes. That's my husband.
Donnie.
I met him in college.
Lucky man.
I'm not even angry any more. At her, or myself. I'm just...
OK. What do you think? What are you, about 5'2"?
Yeah, why? What are you doing?
Nobody meets anyone in person any more, darling, it's the future.
- No, no, no, no. I'm not doing Sapphire. - Why not? - I'm not...!
- No. No! - It's pretty! - I'm not going to 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.
You know what, cos, if you don't put yourself out there,
then you're never going to 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 GIGGLES
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.
Really?
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. - Mm-hmm. - I like that.
You know, I know this community.
If you give me those pills back, I'll have your money back
within the week, and I will double Ramone's weight.
You know...
I gotta say, the soap thing is pretty genius.
SHE GIGGLES
KEYPAD TONES
- PHONE RINGS - She's calling.
KEYPAD TONES
- '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 in Project Leda.
What?! So, Johanssen 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.
- 'I've sent you something, Cosima.' - OK.
MESSAGE ALERT
OK, I got it.
Uhh, experiment notation...
"February 12th, second attempt.
"Uh, fourth attempt, no meiosis. February 18th, SCNT successful."
- 'What's 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 exactly the same DNA as the Castor original.
Well, then, I'm not looking for tissue samples,
I'm looking for Johanssen's son.
Yeah, he would have needed embryos. 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.
Go.
NOW!
Mother...
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've ruined the last chance for this family.
You will NOT be welcomed back here again.
FOOTSTEPS
WATER SPLASHES
GUN COCKING
Don't...move.
I told you not to call anybody. I knew I couldn't trust you!
No, no, no, no! Listen, listen, listen, listen! There's a chance.
I found something. Mark. Mark!
The reason we can't find the Castor samples
is because Johanssen used them to make a clone.
What? What are 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.
And their son lives here now.
You're going to have to pull around back.
The kid's dead?
Johanssen said that he and Bonnie had had a child...before Gracie...
..and it didn't survive.
- If they can get... - HE GROANS
..DNA from 25-year-old blood slides...
Well, whatever's left out here should be more than enough.
- You're not going to dig up a dead baby? - No.
Not me.
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.
All the more reason I'm doing this.
You know, it's not her fault, the way she is.
She's not a monster, she was just... trained to be a killer.
Does 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.
You must be Parsons.
HE WHIMPERS
Please...
What did they do to you?
- HE WHIMPERS - Kill...me...
K-K-Kill...
..me...
Still big, girl.
Why would you waste your chance of escape on him?
He's already dead.
Get moving.
Leave him.
Please...
Please...
HE WHIMPERS
We've both been abandoned by our families. Left to suffer.
I will make it go away.
No more pain, little one.
Shhhh.
Shh...
SHE HUMS TO HERSELF
- Huh! - Ugh! - MONITORS ALARM
SHE INHALES
Sleep now, lamb chop, sleep.
MONITORS FLATLINE
Guards!
You stupid girl!
You say you love boys. But you lie.
- Guards! - You're a shit mother!
Take her!
SHE PANTS
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.
HOLLOW THUD
SPADE TAPS
- Mark? I've got it. - I don't think he can hear you. - Oh, shit...
You take this and 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!
HINGES CREAK
HE GROANS
HE GRUNTS
Sarah!
I know you're in there.
Sarah...
..you really shouldn't have done that.
I would've made it quick and painless.
Well, relatively.
How is that sweet little girl of yours, anyway? Hm?
THUDDING
Kira sure is going to miss her mommy.
- IMITATES LITTLE GIRL: - "Mommy? Mommy, where are you?"
THUDDING
"Mommy, I can't find you!"
THUDDING
SHE GRUNTS
- Oh, there you are, Mommy. - Please, you've got what you wanted.
- Please, let me go. - I'm afraid I can't do that.
Soldier! Stand down. >
- 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.
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?
THUDDING
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're going to bring it home.
HE SIGHS
- You know we don't leave loose ends. - No.
No, we don't.
By comparing his genome to yours we can isolate the defect.
Develop a gene therapy.
Are you Arthur Bell?
She doesn't look ready for cult deprogramming to me.
I'm not a Prolethean any more.
We're just supposed to take your word for it?
- Is this your first Sapphire date? - Yeah. Yeah, it is.
- You're way more than I expected. - Anybody!
All you had to do was stay away.
I'm not someone you can fight, Sarah.
GRUNTING
- MARK: - I'm not who you think.
Mark's gone dark. If he's off-task, bring him home.
- SCOTT: - The Island Of Dr Moreau... - A gift from Professor Duncan.
This could be...his key.
ALISON: We'd like to buy your business.
What makes you think you have the stones for this line of work?
- RUDY: - Duncan had tissue samples of the Castor original.
ART: You think if find them first, you can trade Helena for them?
It's just junk! There's no test tubes, no...no...no slides.
You're not going to believe this. The boy clones are our brothers.
- What did you tell her? - I'm your sister, Mark.
- I made a mistake. - GUNSHOTS
HE GROANS
- Mark, he... - He took advantage of you. - Please...
GUNSHOT
METALLIC SCRAPING
SHE PANTS
- Oh, my God, you're alive! - Get away from me!
- Shh. Quiet, quiet! I'm going to help you. - She's coming back...
HE GROANS Shh, shh. Quiet, quiet.
HE GROANS AND COUGHS Oh, my God...
OK, put your hand over it. Keep pressure...
I need to tie it off. You have a belt...?
Here. Here...
- Why are you helping me? - HE GROANS
Quiet!
HE WHIMPERS
SARAH PANTS
Oh, Jesus Christ!
What's going on?
- He's in the corn. Go get him. - You got it.
SARAH: Shit!
We have to go. Come on.
Come on, her have to go... SHE STRAINS
- This is your fault. - I know you don't trust me, but I'm all you've got.
HE GROANS
ALL SING: # Nearer my God to thee
# Nearer to thee
# E'en though it be a cross
# That raiseth me... # MUSIC STOPS
WHISPERING
Gracie has arrived.
Welcome home.
Gracie, this is Mr Appleyard.
He was kind enough to take me and the others in after the fire.
Little Gracie.
Oh, my, you've grown into a pretty thing, haven't you?
Jonah was there the day you were born.
He helped bring you into this world.
You had more to say then.
And now, I understand you're
the one with the blessed child.
ALL: Amen.
Well. Let's get you to the kitchen.
A mother-to-be needs to eat.
SHE YELLS AND JABBERS
SHE GRUNTS
Hey, keep it down!
SHE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY
- Step aside. - She's bleeding, Sergeant Miller.
SHE GIGGLES
- ALL GROAN - My SHIT! Eating my shit!
- OK, go in. - Yes, sir.
Sergeant Miller, report.
She bashed her head against the bars this time.
We have to get her over to the infirmary.
Helena, it breaks my heart to see you hurt yourself like this.
- SHE HYPERVENTILATES - You know how this goes.
Keep still if you don't want it to hurt.
SHE MOANS
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 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 improving.'
Uh, Kira's stem cell treatment is actually working. So, that's good.
Um, enough about that though, how's the election thingy going?
Um, School Board Trustee. Good. Yeah.
I have...I have a lot of support.
Ali? Are you down here?
- I have to go. - OK. Ciao, be good.
- Who were you talking to? - Cosima. What's going on? - I don't know.
Hey. hey, hey, hey. Why are you sweatier than usual?
I was making deliveries
Uhhh, sorry... I mean, rallying support for your campaign.
- But there was a car following me. - Was it Marci Coates?
Honey, if she catches wind of this, I'm dead in the water.
Alison, I'm thinking police, not election.
- I'm...I'm...I'm sure it was nothing. I'm sure it was nothing. - 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. OK? - OK.
- Yeah. - Good! - Yeah. That's a good idea. - OK.
- Good. - A storage locker. Like on Breaking Bad. - Sure.
Look, we'll label everything and 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? - SHE SIGHS
GROANING
We need to get you to a hospital.
No. No hospital. You take me, my people will find me.
Well, we need to get somewhere safe.
No-one's home.
It doesn't look like they've here for awhile.
- Oh, Jesus Christ... - It's not as bad as it looks.
The bullet went through and through.
Hit muscle tissue, nothing vital.
But this...
The bullet is still in there.
We're going to need to get it out, so...
We can find what we need inside.
Hey, you're not going to do that yourself. That's going to kill you.
Not if you help me.
Well, then, you're going to have to give me some answers.
Come on.
Up you get. HE GROANS
HE PANTS
- RADIO: - 'Sergeant Miller, this is Silva, over.'
- 'Miller here.' - I'm all done with our guest here.
'Copy. Be there in ten.'
- Take your time. She'll be out another hour. - 'Copy. Miller out.'
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.
You have to stay alert. Look for an escape.
To escape the first box, you must know what next box holds.
Right! Scout this place and get back here.
Don't blunder around like an idiot.
I will be as quiet as church mouse.
TRAFFIC DRONE
Hurry up, you're going to pass out.
No, no, no, not yet...
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
WHIRRING NEARBY
DISTORTED VOICE: Calm down, Parsons. Calm down.
BUZZING
WHIMPERING
GROANING
WHIMPERING
Helena. On your feet.
Snap out of it.
Get us back before it's too late.
SHE SIGHS
HE SIGHS
GROANING
- OK. Go ahead. - I'm not putting my finger in your leg. I'm not.
I need you to go in there and feel the bullet.
I can't...
- No. No! - Can you give me that?
Are you going to 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?
HE YELLS
HE GROANS
OK, stick it in fast. It'll hurt less.
SHE SCOFFS
God, you must be one hell of a first date.
SHE SIGHS
SHE GROANS
HE GROANS IN PAIN
WET SQUELCHING
- Do you feel it!? Is it moving? - What?!
Can you wiggle it?
- Can you wiggle it? - Yes, yes, I can wiggle it! - OK. Good.
- That means it's not embedded in the bone. OK. - Ah...ah....
Oh, God... SHE GAGS
HE SPLUTTERS
OK. Grab the pliers. I need you to go back in and grab it.
If I'm going to do this, you're going to 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. We had intel that Johanssen stole samples,
back before the project was shut down.
But I didn't find anything.
Will you please do it?
OK...
OK.
HE WHIMPERS
Argh!
- WET SQUELCHING - Argh! Nnnggg...
OK. I've got it, I've got it.
HE WHIMPERS
HE SCREAMS
- OK, OK. - Good, good, good.
HE YELLS
HE WHIMPERS
Thank you.
- THUDDING - Ow, ow, ow!'
- Ah! - Oh, is it your sciatica, Donnie?
Well, honey, you gave me the soap,
which is like 100 times heavier than pills,
- so yeah, it's my sciatica. - OK, fine! - 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.
You can't just come in here and have your lunch. Do...?
- Did he just shush me? - Wait, you're the one who was following me today.
(See? I knew it.)
Do you work for Marci Coates? Hm?
Yeah, I don't know who that is.
- Then who are you? - A messenger.
Pretty sure you've got some merchandise
- that belongs to my boss. - Um.
If you're referring the relaxation materials,
we paid Ramone for those in full. Over 30 thousand.
You know, well,
thing is,
that wasn't Ramone's to sell.
He was working on consignment, suddenly dropped off the radar.
Well, that's because he's at college.
The first week can be really overwhelming...
Donnie, he didn't go to college.
Whatever the case, my boss wants a meeting.
So, I think you should get a sitter tonight for Oscar...
..and for Gemma. All right?
I'll keep these till then. OK, Sport?
Yeah, yep. That's great, sure.
I'll be in touch.
Highlighted passages, nonsense formulae.
- Duncan's book is just a big jumble. - 'I know, and I'm hoping
'there's a Vigenere cypher buried under all that noise.'
But we'd still need a key to read it. And without that...
'..There's no way to figure out which passage'
goes with which synthetic sequence.
'If it's even about the sequences at all.'
It could be about something else. Or maybe Duncan was just batshit crazy.
- DOOR RATTLES - I gotta go, Scott.
- Hello, darling! - Hello, darling.
How are you...? Oh, my God. It's hideous!
- What? - It's like you've been mounted by a llama.
Oh, this. No, I had...I had a chill.
Oh, you had a chill? Did you?
- Really? - Yes.
Expensive perfume.
Pretentious French cigarettes. And, oh, yes.
Eskimo pie.
Don't go there, Felix.
Cosima, this jumper 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.
OK, 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.
WATER SPLASHES
SHE WINCES
KNOCK AT DOOR
Gracie. The others have arrived. I want you to come greet them.
I...I'll be right out...
SHE RATTLES DOOR KNOB
- Gracie, open this door! - I'll be right out.
KEYS JANGLE
SHE PANTS
- What's going on? - I was just getting changed.
GRACIE YELLS IN PAIN
Alexis!
Alexis!
SHE GROANS
Sorry. Not really the home-maker type.
The military, they, uh...
- they start you young? - Since before I can remember.
And uh, no parents?
No monitors, or whatever?
- People who raise you? - No, we were... we were raised together.
We weren't allowed outside attachments.
But then you met Gracie.
So why didn't you just run off with her?
Hunting people is what we were trained for.
My brothers would have tracked us.
I thought if I could just find the samples...
- You could trade those for your freedom. - It doesn't matter.
Whatever Johanssen stole is gone.
- It was just junk. - What was?
Mark, did you find something?
Mark?
Mark?!
RINGING TONE
- WOMAN: - '911. What's your emergency?'
Um, um...I... Someone's been shot. I need an ambulance, right away.
RETREATING FOOTSTEPS
Yep. Don't you worry about that.
What's the name of the motel again?
OK. Yeah, copy. I'm on my way now.
I'll let you know what I find.
BANGING NEARBY
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
FOOTSTEPS RETREAT
- These guys are late. - What are you looking for?
- Don't worry, baby. - Oh, my God!
- Donnie! - 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.
- OK, play cool. Play cool. - SHE SIGHS
'Sup, bro?
Arms up.
Arms up.
Attagirl.
- Spread your legs. - Hey, easy! That's my wife! - Shut up. - OK...
Oh, OK...
- You're good. - Good? OK.
I'm...I'm good. I...I have touching issues.
He only wants to talk to her.
- What? No, no, no, we're... - No, no. You go. We stay.
Got your back, honey!
- Your little valet felt me up. - So, it is you.
- Jason Kellerman? - Alison Hendrix.
W-W-Wha...? I...I haven't seen you since, um...
Since you dumped my ass in high school?
- I don't think that's exactly what happened. - Yeah, it is, but...
Yeah.
- I mean, this is weird. - Jason Kellerman!
This is so weird! Oh, my God!
Alison, yeah! I mean, Lionel tells me that this couple
named Donnie and Alison Hendrix muscled in on Ramone.
We didn't "muscle" exactly.
It's OK, I heard all about it.
- Jesus, look at you! You look great. - SHE GIGGLES
Aw, you...
But, yes. That's my husband.
Donnie.
I met him in college.
Lucky man.
I'm not even angry any more. At her, or myself. I'm just...
OK. What do you think? What are you, about 5'2"?
Yeah, why? What are you doing?
Nobody meets anyone in person any more, darling, it's the future.
- No, no, no, no. I'm not doing Sapphire. - Why not? - I'm not...!
- No. No! - It's pretty! - I'm not going to 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.
You know what, cos, if you don't put yourself out there,
then you're never going to 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 GIGGLES
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.
Really?
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. - Mm-hmm. - I like that.
You know, I know this community.
If you give me those pills back, I'll have your money back
within the week, and I will double Ramone's weight.
You know...
I gotta say, the soap thing is pretty genius.
SHE GIGGLES
KEYPAD TONES
- PHONE RINGS - She's calling.
KEYPAD TONES
- '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 in Project Leda.
What?! So, Johanssen 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.
- 'I've sent you something, Cosima.' - OK.
MESSAGE ALERT
OK, I got it.
Uhh, experiment notation...
"February 12th, second attempt.
"Uh, fourth attempt, no meiosis. February 18th, SCNT successful."
- 'What's 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 exactly the same DNA as the Castor original.
Well, then, I'm not looking for tissue samples,
I'm looking for Johanssen's son.
Yeah, he would have needed embryos. 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.
Go.
NOW!
Mother...
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've ruined the last chance for this family.
You will NOT be welcomed back here again.
FOOTSTEPS
WATER SPLASHES
GUN COCKING
Don't...move.
I told you not to call anybody. I knew I couldn't trust you!
No, no, no, no! Listen, listen, listen, listen! There's a chance.
I found something. Mark. Mark!
The reason we can't find the Castor samples
is because Johanssen used them to make a clone.
What? What are 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.
And their son lives here now.
You're going to have to pull around back.
The kid's dead?
Johanssen said that he and Bonnie had had a child...before Gracie...
..and it didn't survive.
- If they can get... - HE GROANS
..DNA from 25-year-old blood slides...
Well, whatever's left out here should be more than enough.
- You're not going to dig up a dead baby? - No.
Not me.
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.
All the more reason I'm doing this.
You know, it's not her fault, the way she is.
She's not a monster, she was just... trained to be a killer.
Does 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.
You must be Parsons.
HE WHIMPERS
Please...
What did they do to you?
- HE WHIMPERS - Kill...me...
K-K-Kill...
..me...
Still big, girl.
Why would you waste your chance of escape on him?
He's already dead.
Get moving.
Leave him.
Please...
Please...
HE WHIMPERS
We've both been abandoned by our families. Left to suffer.
I will make it go away.
No more pain, little one.
Shhhh.
Shh...
SHE HUMS TO HERSELF
- Huh! - Ugh! - MONITORS ALARM
SHE INHALES
Sleep now, lamb chop, sleep.
MONITORS FLATLINE
Guards!
You stupid girl!
You say you love boys. But you lie.
- Guards! - You're a shit mother!
Take her!
SHE PANTS
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.
HOLLOW THUD
SPADE TAPS
- Mark? I've got it. - I don't think he can hear you. - Oh, shit...
You take this and 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!
HINGES CREAK
HE GROANS
HE GRUNTS
Sarah!
I know you're in there.
Sarah...
..you really shouldn't have done that.
I would've made it quick and painless.
Well, relatively.
How is that sweet little girl of yours, anyway? Hm?
THUDDING
Kira sure is going to miss her mommy.
- IMITATES LITTLE GIRL: - "Mommy? Mommy, where are you?"
THUDDING
"Mommy, I can't find you!"
THUDDING
SHE GRUNTS
- Oh, there you are, Mommy. - Please, you've got what you wanted.
- Please, let me go. - I'm afraid I can't do that.
Soldier! Stand down. >
- 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.
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?
THUDDING
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're going to bring it home.
HE SIGHS
- You know we don't leave loose ends. - No.
No, we don't.
By comparing his genome to yours we can isolate the defect.
Develop a gene therapy.
Are you Arthur Bell?
She doesn't look ready for cult deprogramming to me.
I'm not a Prolethean any more.
We're just supposed to take your word for it?
- Is this your first Sapphire date? - Yeah. Yeah, it is.
- You're way more than I expected. - Anybody!
All you had to do was stay away.
I'm not someone you can fight, Sarah.
GRUNTING