Sense8 (2015–2018): Season 2, Episode 4 - Polyphony - full transcript

Is it true?

Jonas is dead.

What do we do now?

- Yes?
- My name is Koman Nyagah.

I'm head of the Kenyan
Democratic Reform Party.

May we have a word?

We are tired.

We're tired of bosses,
thieves and thugs.

- We're tired of corruption.
- It's endemic, systemic.

We can no longer ignore the injustice.

- We want to end it.
- We need your help.



- We want to fight.
- Just as Van Damn would.

We want you to run for office.

Did Jela put you up to this?

No, my friend. This is not a prank.

- We're dead serious.
- We saw you on Kobi Kihara.

- You were amazing.
- We believe that with your help,

we can effect some
real meaningful change here.

And what do you know about here?

Are you from Kibera?

I thought not.

I think you should leave
before my mother returns.

I'm not from here.

But I don't need to be
to see the unfairness, the injustice.

Please, just give our proposal
some thought.



I'm not a politician.

We're not looking for a politician.
We're looking for a leader.

Welcome home.

And you can probably taste
a few new spices.

Trying it out to see
if customers like it.

Try. Try this one.

Hmm...

Tastes good.

I've added a little bit of saffron
and, uh, some...

black spiders. Some shoe leather.

So good.

And a pinch of horse shit.

- My favorite.
- Your favorite?

Hmm?

You can taste it?

Sorry.

You want to talk about it?

I would,
but there's nothing to talk about.

Everything's perfect. My...
My house, my job, my husband...

Your bodyguard.

A very small price to pay
for all of this good fortune.

- A-ha!
- What?

Here's a connection.
The manufacturer of Angelica's equipment.

How did you get that?

The photos Lito sent from Raoul's room.

God, you're smart.

Abrasax Electronics, still in business,

and still supplying technology
to guess-what-school's R and D lab?

University of Chicago.

Which could mean the research Angelica
was doing at the cabin

she took with her to Whispers and Kolovi.

- But why would she help them?
- Angels!

I bring glad tidings.

I have the solution... to your problem.

Oh, which one?

The one that brought you to Château
Bug in the middle of the night.

Bendix.

Ugh! The cops are never gonna
leave us alone.

True. As long as you're alive, yes.

But they'd stop pretty quick
if you were dead, wouldn't they?

- What are you talking about, Bug?
- I'm talking E-Death.

But E-Death is just a rumor.

It's real.

Though I use that word cautiously

in this post-Homo sensorium relativity
of realities.

What's E-Death?

Supposedly something cooked up
by the NSA and CIA...

It's a redaction protocol.

They use it when someone's been
renditioned or black-sited

and they want zero accountability.

- Bug...
- I've seen it, buddy.

They erase warrants, records,

anything that might make one agency
trip over another one.

They just go poof. And so do you.

If you can do this, why haven't you?

I didn't say I could do it, but I just
reached out to the guy that can.

What guy?

Not just any guy. The guy.

Okay, can we stop with the whole
pregnant pause-y thing?

Right. Sorry. Right. Okay.

I'll set it.

Up.

Sometimes all my good fortune
makes we wonder

whether I'm actually
appreciating it enough.

And if I'm honest, I have to admit that,
no, I'm not sure I am.

Which then makes me think that there
must be some flaw in my personality

or my brain chemistry, which means
I just have to get used to the fact

that no matter what happens,
I'm never going to be a person

who can ever just... feel happy.

No, that's not true.

Few children in the world ever smiled
as easily as my daughter did.

What happened to that girl?

Do you remember the doll
you wanted so badly on your birthday?

Uh, it had red hair.

Anna.

God, how you prayed and prayed
for that doll.

On your birthday,
the whole family had come over.

There was this huge pile of presents
on the table, but none of that mattered.

It was like you had this x-ray vision.

You went straight to it,
ripped it open and that was it.

Party over.

I loved that doll.

As adults, we learn to carefully open
all the rest of the presents.

We are taught to smile and to pretend
that all are equally important to us.

But our heart... always knows the truth.

But what if the truth is something
that can cause people to feel unhappy

or... or disappointed or... hurt?

There are times I wish I could go back
to being that little girl.

My life was much easier then.

But I'm a woman now,

and part of being a woman
is understanding that

hearts are complicated things.

They are.

They are indeed.

What you need is a good meal.

Come.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we'll now be making a short stop.

Buy some peanuts, stretch your legs,
admire the view,

drink in this wonderful morning.
We'll be leaving in 15 minutes.

Good?

I guess so.

Hello. I would like to go to NTV.

Turn it up.

Your sister has murdered
three more people.

Do you care to comment?

It's just, uh... I just wish people
could know my sister the way I know her.

It's very hard to connect
these terrible crimes

with the person I thought of
as my big sister.

If your big sister is listening,
what would you like to say to her?

Big sister...

please, do the right thing.

Please turn yourself in
before anyone else gets hurt.

Sorry.

If you didn't, I would have.

Come, let's get you back where you belong.

I would like to speak with a journalist,
Miss Zakia Asalache. Please.

You're Van Damn, isn't it?

Your interview was amazing.

Hey. The one and only
Kung Fu King of Kibera.

Vanquisher of crime lords.

- Provider of water to the thirsty masses.
- And Internet viral sensation.

Though, I'll be honest,
that speech of yours

sounded suspiciously like Zakia herself.

Yeah, come on, Van Damn.
Your secret is safe with us.

Zakia invented you, didn't she?

Invented me?

She may have come up with the story,

but there's no way
she came up with that jacket.

- That's definitely authentic.
- You mean antique.

Yeah, I'm guessing early Bronze Age.

Last worn during the reign of Seyyid Said.

I don't know you and I'm sorry
if you have a problem with me.

It's not us who have the problem,
if you're interested in Zakia Asalache.

- Yeah.
- Why?

Do we tell him the truth?

A bit of a sordid tale here,
but when Zakia was studying in London,

a story broke out that she preferred
lunchboxes to baguettes.

I'm sorry...

She'd rather slurp on a mango
than chomp on a banana.

You know, she prefers pussies to puppies.

- Dude, she likes girls.
- It was a huge scandal for the family.

You know, her father's a serious
muckety-muck.

All we're saying is...

If you've got a dick in those pants,
you've got no chance, bro.

Yes. Okay. Okay.

Miss Zakia is in meetings all day
and cannot be disturbed. I'm sorry.

- Stop.
- Could you let her know that...

No, never mind. Thank you.

Oh!

Are you okay?

Prison was good for you.

Tell me you have a war plan.

I have no plan. I have an enemy.

And I won't stop until he's dead.

Or I am.

Good plan.

Good morning, Will.

I love watching a woman wake.

A glimpse of her innocence
before she begins assembling herself.

Riley.

Is he here?

True beauty is in that moment
of vulnerability.

- I have the blockers.
- Yeah.

You won't need them.

This isn't a trick, Will.
That game's over for me.

Thanks to you,

I have the most secure position
I've ever had in the organization.

Then what do you want?

I was hoping we could be honest
with each other.

I guess it's safe to say you're in London.

When I did my PhD in medicine,
I came here for the first time.

I'm in awe of this building.

As much a work of art as it is a fortress.

Soaring, beautiful vertical lines.

The style is called Perpendicular Gothic,

widely used after the Black Plague
destroyed much of Europe.

Is this gonna be on the test?

The Black Plague revealed our
vulnerabilities and it terrified people.

So what did they do? They built temples
to the immortal like this.

Vertical lines descend from heaven,

with all the might of the Lord
bearing down on a single point

until it is utterly
and irrevocably crushed.

Let me guess... I'm that single point.

No.

I am.

I don't expect you to understand me
or my work.

Another misunderstood psychopath.

I am trying to engineer a future
with a species that is more violent,

intolerant and possessive than
any species in the history of this planet.

Sapiens live in a world
designed by their worst fears.

And nothing terrifies them
like difference.

You save your fucking justifications.
You murdered an innocent girl.

I know you killed Sara Patrell.

Who?

There will always be unfortunate
necessities during the construction

of a monument such as this.

I thought a cop would understand that.

Angelica did.

She saw our work as the key
to the future for both our species.

This building is a symbol.

Its powerful vertical lines
are the assurance of authority.

She believed in what we were doing
as much as I did.

Then why did she put a gun in her mouth
and blow her brains out?

Why do soldiers kill themselves?

Or cops?

People who bear the full weight
of the truth sometimes break, Will.

Angelica broke.

Just like one day you or I might break.

But then you know all about breaking,
don't you?

You watched it happen to your father,
day after day...

though he chose booze instead of a bullet.

Let me show you what I know
about breaking.

Will.

Are you okay?

These extremists won't be happy

until they've dragged the entire world
back to Dark Ages.

I'm not sure that's what they're after,
but I do take your point.

Maybe we should just discuss
a more pleasant subject.

- Good point.
- Mm.

- This Banjari Gosht is incredible.
- Yes, it's wonderful.

The balance between spice and masala...

Sanyam, you've totally outdone yourself.

- Thank you.
- If you don't mind...

Sanyam, do you understand
the kind of the future world

these terrorists hope to build
with their bombs?

It's not for me to speak for them.

Well, somebody should.
Somebody should because they themselves

obviously can't speak any other language
besides violence.

Maybe that was the language
that was taught to them.

Oh...

Don't tell me you're one of those liberals
who really believes

these psychopaths who murder
innocent civilians,

- they themselves are the victims.
- No, no, no.

I'm one of those silly people who believe
that if you kill someone,

you should be tried for it,

whether you're a psychopath,
a policeman or a president.

You're worse than a liberal.

Oh, Daya, may I have some of the Dal?
Dad, the Dal... phenomenal.

One second, one second.
Hold on, hold on.

Let me ask you something, Manendra.

As a government insider, tell me, since
the British left, the structure of power,

the distribution of wealth,
these things remain almost identical.

And sometimes, I ask myself... why?

Maybe a man as smart as you can finally
answer this question for me.

You know, I think I'll have
a bit more Dal myself.

Yes, yes. It's very good, right?

- Really, I'm having so much of the Dal.
- Mm. Try some, Father?

In my humble opinion, Sanyam,

societies remain unchanged
because the human beings remain unchanged.

Not everyone is born
to be a great leader,

just as not everybody's born
to be a cook.

Okay, I see.

Well, spending a lifetime in the kitchen
learning how to cook was my destiny,

just as inheriting a fortune was yours.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Look at the time!

The conversation has been so stimulating
that the evening has just flown by.

- Yeah. You have a meeting.
- I have a meeting, yes.

I don't know about the rest of you,
but Kala and I

are really beginning
to love these family dinners.

Best part of the week.

- Sadly, we have to head home now.
- Yeah.

- Bye.
- Good evening. Bye, Mum.

Bye.

Mm? This one... This one's not bad.

- How many pages?
- Nine.

But it's good. It's the hero's brother.

- Let me guess, the sensitive brother.
- Lifelong bachelor.

- But at least he doesn't die from AIDS.
- So he does die.

Drug overdose.

I don't know.
It's still a notch up from...

"serial killer who talks with a soft lisp
and wears mascara."

You think that's bad? Listen to this.

"The Hispanic coke dealer is about
to give another kind of blow job

when he finally gets the bullet
he deserves."

I told you. I told you. This is it.

This is how careers end.

You either take the roles you hate
or you sit at home

- until you're completely forgotten.
- Lito, you're not gonna be forgotten.

Your films are so good
and you have so many fans.

Had. I had fans, Dani.

- Look at my Twitter feed.
- Hey, you promised no social media.

But it's evidence.
It's evidence, Hernando.

It proves no one wants anything
to do with me.

Well, that is not true.
Somebody wants you and here's the proof.

An all-expenses-paid trip to São Paulo.

São Paulo? I've never been.

- Is it an offer?
- Yes.

Is it a... Is it a movie offer?

As the grand master
of the São Paulo Gay Pride parade.

- Oh, my God! That's amazing!
- Come on, guys.

What? What? Last year they had
over five million people.

- Are you serious?
- It sounds so fun.

Come on, Lito. You have to go.

Maybe this is just what you need.

To remember how many people
are affected by what you did.

Yeah, great idea.

Then El Tempo can publish pictures of me
with five million people

in thongs, leather and feathers.

I can't wait for the scripts we get
after that.

Family, please,
try to understand what is happening here.

I've been typecast.

This is prison for an actor.

I'm trapped here not because
of what I did, but because of who I am.

This is painful enough to think about.

But worse...

is facing the idea that...
there may be no way out of it.

What the fuck?

What?

It's Lito.

What the fuck?

You know Lito Rodriguez?

He's in my cluster.

Lito Rodriguez...
is one of the voices in your head?

- Shh! Bug!
- Right. Sorry. Shh!

All good.

I've seen this film, like, ten times.

Okay.

The Bug does not do fanboy,

but if you wanted, you could tell him,
you know, nice work.

Really?

- Tell him yourself.
- What?

He's sitting right there.

Holy shit.

Be cool, Bug.

Perdón?

Major honor, Mr. Rodriguez.

Thank you.

You speak Spanish?

The language of love
is the Bug's native tongue.

I thought that was French.

Love this part.

"No more lies."

- "No more lies!"
- No more lies!

Always gets me.

This is where it belongs. This is it.

Mm. I love it.

Ah!

The light of my life.

- You remember Ajay.
- Of course.

Ajay is laying out the plans
for the new tower.

21st Century India.
And we are building it right here.

Yeah. Very impressive.

- You texted?
- I did.

Um, excuse us, please.

- I'll be back.
- My office.

Could be up there someday.

Now, how can I help?

I wanted to go over the reports.

I'm finding a lot of inconsistencies between
our drug samples and the quality reports,

and I'm very confused by some of the data
from the controller general.

I wouldn't really stress out about it.

I mean, all the CG really wants
from us is for us to say

that we are doing the best we can.

I've been through it a million times
with the lawyers. Really.

I mean, these reports are mostly done
for the sake of appearances.

- But...
- What matters is that we ship on time, Kala.

Our clients are depending on us,
as I am depending on you.

Come, let's go.

So, Bug, where is he?

Who?

You said we were meeting your guy here.

Not my guy, the guy.

Well, where is he?

Et voilà.

I'm the guy.

- Holy shit.
- Shh! Be cool.

Hello, Nomi Marks.

You know who I am?

We've had our eyes on you.

That's kind of cool and kind of creepy.

Yeah, it sounded a little stalkery.
Didn't mean it like that.

What did you mean?

Bug's been a bud for a while.
We know what you did for him.

When he told us about your troubles,

we looked into it, shall we say...
anonymously.

- And what did you find?
- How many languages do you speak?

Seven. And, you know,
some shitty French from high school.

You're Homo sensorium.

You know about us?

Anyone that's interested
in the truth knows about Homo sensorium.

And those three unpleasant letters.

BPO.

Who are they?

Another secret security organization
that needs to be taken down.

- How?
- We don't know.

They have more money and more autonomy
than any other group we've come across.

But ultimately, all that power
testifies to one thing.

- What?
- How afraid they are of people like you.

Right now, all we can offer you
is a little... invisibility.

E-Death.

If you accept this offer,

there may come a day when
we ask something of you.

What?

Nothing venal, vile or vainglorious.

Rather a vital vertex of virtue,

valor and virtuosity
in the name of veracity.

Wow. Did you just come up
with that yourself?

- No. There's an app for it.
- Ah.

Hello?

Fuchs?

Anybody home?

Felix?

Hello?

Where the fuck is everybody?

Pretty, isn't it?

Where's Fuchs?

Shanghai.

So there was no meeting.

I thought it was time for us
to get to know each other a little better.

What do you want from me?

Am I being too subtle?

- Playing hard to get?
- I'm not interested in playing at all.

Wolfgang, I'm sorry I lied
about the Fuchs meeting,

but it's getting very complicated.

You know what's going on, don't you?

Fuchs left town. You're following Volker.
It's not rocket science.

He's going after the other kings.
That's his choice.

Maybe it will work out for Sebastian,
maybe it won't.

What I'm going to make sure
is that it works out for me.

Hm.

- And maybe...
- Me.

It's been a while since I've met one of us
as tempting as you.

I told you, I'm not interested.

You might not want to admit it...
but we need each other.

You're wrong. I don't need anyone.

Hello.

Mun. From Seoul Metropolitan Police.

I was hoping to talk
to you about Sun Bak.

Hope is undiscovered disappointment.

I hope to keep her alive.

Do you?

- Come on.
- Thank you.

You, uh...

Oh, thank you.

You know her well, don't you?

I was her teacher.

When I was a young man,
I fought her once.

But she used a different name.

Her father did not approve
of women fighting.

Ah.

I was stupid like him, too.

I was cocky.

And then she kicked my ass.

She did that a lot.

I never forgot it.

But I became better
because of her, though.

Many people have made up their mind
about Ms. Bak,

and I was wondering about you.

Do you think she has done all the things
that she's been accused of?

The person I trained? The person I know?

This is not the same person
the TV talks about.

Just between the two of us, something
stinks in the story of her escape.

For some reason, the security camera
covering her cell was out,

as was the one in the laundry hall.

And the guards, they were not
from the prison. They came from Seoul.

Mm.

The tea is still warm.
Did you just have a guest?

A friend.

I figured.

Ms. Bak, I think, could use a friend.

Look, what she's trying to do,

as good as she is...
she cannot do alone.

Thanks for the tea.

- How long will it take?
- I don't know.

I never redacted anyone before.

Uh-oh. What was that?

- Oh, my God.
- What?

I alarmed the police
reports on you and...

Jesus.

- What?
- They're gone.

BOLO's gone, wants and warrants gone,
person of interest gone.

Shit.

It's official.

I'm dead.

Hello.

It's good to see you.

Good to see you, too.

Tequila?

- Please.
- Squared?

Cubed.

Eight?

Eight.

I've been hoping you would come back,
so I could say thank you.

Why?

When you burst in here the last time,

you were so full of fire
and with a sense of fearlessness.

And then you kissed me and...

Well, let's just say I was... inspired.

I got home that night
and I proposed to my boyfriend,

and we got married.

That's my Pepe there.

Hello, Pepe.

How are you?

We had the best year of our lives.

But I know I would have never been brave
enough to do it... without that kiss.

Courage. It is contagious.

Well, the drink's on us.

Thank you.

He's right.

Nothing changes if we keep
playing it safe.

Look at me.

Look at us.

We're hiding in holes.

Whispers has turned me into a fugitive.

He's got me acting like one
and thinking like one.

I'm not.

I'm a cop.

A fugitive runs because he's alone.

A cop knows he's not.

Whispers showed me something.

Something I've been missing.

It's the scale of this fight.

Why does BPO have so many resources?

It has to be because there is a lot more
of us out there than we thought.

- We need...
- to find them.

Vincent, this is Riley.

We risked so much to get you free, Riley.

It seems very dangerous to me,
exposing ourselves like this.

Vincent offered us protection.

Guys, are we really
going to put our lives

in the hands of someone like Vincent?

What do you mean someone like Vincent?

- Someone who...
- Doesn't like his movies.

Nah. Nah.

Well, I mean, taste in movies
says a lot about someone.

Sun?

You can't win a fight
protecting yourself.

Nomi?

A coded media alert
can make it almost impossible

for cops to respond fast enough.

Not just the plan.
What do you think about the risk itself?

Your life is either defined
by the system...

or by the way you defy the system.

Wolfgang?

Fear never fixed anything.

To courage.

The one and only Riley Blue!

Uh... hi.

I don't usually talk up here.

But I need to say something
I should have said a year ago.

I wasted a lot of my life
with my eyes looking down.

Afraid of anything beyond the next step.

And then something happened to me.

Someone reminded me to look up.

And I wanted to tell that someone
thank you.

I wanted to tell you that I love you.

I love you.

Tonight, I want everyone in this room
to know... that I see you.

I believe in you.

And as long as we're together...

I know that there's nothing we can't do.

Holy shit!

This was careless, Will.

No. This was amazing.

- The cops are coming.
- Cops are coming. We gotta get her out.

See you soon, Milt.

- Sorry, love. Fun's over.
- He's the club owner. Come on.

- Gotta go.
- Cops are coming.

Gotta go! Gotta go!

Oh! No! You idiots! No! Outside!

Outside!