What is that godforsaken thing? Is it harming Sarah?
Apparently Neolutionists get them, like, voluntarily.
If you had one to study, would that be helpful?
- Oh, Jesus. What is that? - I think that's what we need.
I'm glad you're forming a bond with the child.
Charlotte was cloned from you, you know.
How do you even know she's your sister?
She's probably a Neolutionist plot.
This means a lot to me. I'm not just going to
drop all my shit 'cause you're short a sidekick.
- Then you can piss off. - Why place it in the jaw?
- I don't know. You tell me. - Proximity to the brain.
Jesus. I need to get in touch with M.K.
- What did she find out? - She wouldn't tell me.
Is it something to do with those implant things?
- Beth said to hide. - Wait. Mika!
(choking and gasping)
Sarah.
(beeping)
♪ I wanna smash it up ♪
♪ For all my sisters who got caught up ♪
♪ In this funky system ♪
♪ I wanna smash it up just like a locust ♪
♪ Like a satellite ♪
♪ Shooting rockets I wanna smash it up ♪
♪ In every way I can Smash it up, yeah ♪
♪ When I'm down ♪
New software.
Crufty but anonymous.
♪ You know I wanna Smash it up ♪
♪ Yeah, you know we gotta Smash it up ♪
Look, Niki. Another puzzle piece.
♪ Smash it up, yeah When I'm down ♪
See, Niki? We're getting closer.
♪ Smash it up, yeah When I'm down ♪
Never forget...
♪ Smash it up, yeah When I'm down ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
(theme music)
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This is how you treat someone who saved your skin?
We've no intention of trusting you
with the location of our safe house.
Is all this really necessary?
Hmm... Chef's kitchen.
Ho, ho, ho!
Is anyone hungry?
Kendall not joining us? No?
- Kira? - As long as you're here,
they will be safely somewhere else.
We've got one bit of business only.
You said you could help me get this bot out of my face.
Well, not me personally. But chin up.
Susan Duncan is alive. And if we find her,
surely she'll have the answer to your... situation.
- And what is it you want? - What he wants
- is to rescue Rachel. - What can I say?
She pierced this armoured heart.
Shall we breakfast?
The message you got from Rachel. I assume you can't trace it.
No, but you have a source who could.
Do we?
Someone tipped you the Neos were in Iceland. Someone deep,
or able to get deep. Am I right?
Share your source,
and we'll both have what we need.
Insulated and fashionable.
Yeah, that's Alison for you.
- Ready? - Mm-hmm.
- Oh, God. - That's the head of Dyad.
He never gave me a raise. Not once.
- Who's the science now, bitch? - (thud)
- Oh, boy. Look at that. - Yeah.
The tumour's living, but the surrounding tissue's necrotic.
It was feeding off him.
Buried down there in the cold dirt under the Hendrix garage...
Oh, God.
Alison and Donnie are total psychos, but this is a goldmine.
Look, you can see the bot. It's right there.
I'll biopsy the tumour, run a cell assay.
- 'K. - Then we'll open it up.
- (sizzling) - Ah, la frittata.
Go-to brunch for lazy lovers.
Rachel's a foodie too. And only a fluffy frittata
- will she abide. - And here was I, thinking
psychopaths incapable of genuine human connection.
Nonsense. She seduced me, you know.
- Yeah, that figures. - (sighing)
Rachel's message, its origins masked by redirection
through a series of proxy servers.
And why do you think my contact can help with that?
- Let me convince them. - Felix is here.
- Fee? Why? - Family meeting, love.
I'll reach out to my source, but you don't get access.
Benjamin, will you take Ferdinand and his frittata
into the back room? He can eat alone.
No need for that. Two plates, Benjamin?
(door opening and closing)
You know, I don't think it's as bad as you think.
It is. It's terrible.
My name is mud at Glendale Community Theatre...
- No, no, not true. - We don't need them.
We've always talked about doing our own musical revue.
Alison, I would love to.
(both): ♪ Jesus Christ Superstar ♪
♪ Do you think you're what they say you... ♪
- Shh! - ♪ Don't you get me wrong ♪
- ♪ Don't get me wrong ♪ - ♪ Don't you get me wrong now ♪
Oh, I have to go. Hot yoga, 10 minutes.
- No... - (kissing sounds)
- Bye. - ♪ Don't you get me wrong ♪
- (giggling)
OK, see you soon.
- Bye. - Bye.
- ♪ Don't you get me wrong ♪ - What the hell is wrong with you?
You don't recognize me?
It's Trina, Beth.
I specifically told you to drop it,
and you went back to Club Neolution.
You went to LifeSpring Fertility?
I, I didn't... I didn't know.
I told you I was a carrier in confidence.
Why couldn't you just let it go?
Wait! Um, do you want to grab a coffee?
Cops. You think you can just fix
everything with a cup of coffee?
- (shutter sound) - Stay away from me!
(distant horn honking)
I don't know why you didn't tell me.
Well, you were very busy with your bio-sister...
If you had told me that you had
some kind of a Neolutionist implant in your face...
OK. Now the air has been cleared.
Sarah needs us right now.
Felix, it's absolutely fine for you to get to know
Adele, but slowly.
And you have to keep her clear of all of this.
Yeah, fine. Of course.
Fine. I hope you find what you're looking for.
Now, Cosima is analyzing the other bot, the one she...
- (phone ringing) - (beep)
Hey, Alison, you're on speaker with S and Felix.
I don't want to talk about Dr. Leekie.
- I bet you don't. - Right now, I have something else.
- (beep) - Who's that?
She just accosted me at Aroma Café. She thought I was Beth.
Isn't that the same girl we were looking for at Club Neo?
She was upset. She said that Beth apparently investigated
some IVF clinic she went to... "LifeSpring Fertility"?
Right, and what's that got to do with the bot implants?
She said she was a "carrier." So maybe
she has one of those things in her.
Well, could you find out some more?
Maybe start with the clinic?
Sarah, I have budgets to review.
- I'm really more of an idea person. - Jesus Christ, Alison,
just pull your weight for once. Please.
- Go to the clinic. - Hey, it's fine.
Alison, I'll help. I'll help you.
- I'll go with you. - (whispering) Thank you.
Well, I guess I have my orders.
Call you in a bit, Felix.
(birds chirping)
Hey.
(throat clearing)
Well, would you look at that? It's a collage of babies.
(with accent) Yes, very cuddling.
Mm. Do you think we could maybe, um...
Oh, I am making mess again.
No, it's not that.
It's Alison.
Not in the craft room.
No, no, I know. I know. Um...
Listen, you probably didn't know this,
but before we adopted Oscar and Gemma,
Alison and I tried to have our own kids.
This was difficult for you.
Yeah, very.
It was the most difficult time of my life.
But it was harder for Alison.
She is jealous and angry,
because me having babies and bringing the police.
No, no... Well, the police, yeah, maybe a little bit.
We just need to tiptoe,
try not to set her off.
You'll get used to it.
- (phone ringing) - Sorry.
- (beep) - (whispering) Good talk.
Hey, honey. Yeah, sorry.
You want me to meet you where?
(distant rock music)
- (louder music) - Hey.
Hey. Did M.K. get back to you?
After I told her about that implant in your jaw, yeah.
That's what this is about, isn't it?
Unless it's a booty call. She's inside.
- She's here? - She said just you.
Don't steal anything.
(door closing)
Hello? M.K.?
- Hello? - Here, Sarah.
- You have three minutes. - (beep)
(Rising percussive music)
I need to know what these implants do.
You knew Beth was investigating them.
Yes. If she knew, she didn't tell me.
Well, I need help to get them out.
You know Susan Duncan, yeah?
Yes, of course. She was one of our creators.
Died September 1st, 1991. Lab fire.
Except she's still alive.
She'll know how to get this implant out.
This is a message from Rachel.
Apparently Susan's got her captive.
- Rachel... - I need you to trace it,
- find out where they are. - Rachel contacted you?
No. Someone we trust.
- Who? - That's my business, alright?
Ugh. I'm so sick of pissing around.
I need this thing out of my face.
I'm going straight to the top.
Show me the specifics. Put it in the USB port.
If I show you this, I want to meet in person.
- I'll put you in danger. - We're all in danger, M.K.
(sighs)
I'll trace it and meet you in an hour.
At Beth's.
- Fitting. - (beeping)
(beeping)
_
That is LifeSpring Fertility, and this
is everything I've learned about the place. Personnel
profiles, services, floor plans...
Great job, hon. Clear, concise, colour-coordinated.
- Thank you. - So let me sort this.
We're going to pose as prospective
parents to determine if this is a Neolutionist front?
I've already booked your appointment, and these
- are your IDs. - Julian Gray?
- And Douglas Andrews. OK? - This is good.
- Did you use the new laminator? - Mm-hmm.
And these are real people with real medical records
in case of a background check. OK?
Any sign of trouble, you get out.
Wait, where's yours?
Beth's already been in there. I can't go in.
OK, then who's the couple?
Oh, God, Donnie...
Oh!
- (throat clearing) - (indistinct whispering)
- Hi. - Hi!
- Douglas and Julian for Dr. Lang. - Great. IDs, please?
Yes, of course. Right here.
- Thank you. - It's a terrible picture.
- Just a moment. - Thank you.
Oh, lord and butter, Donnie. Stop chewing the scenery.
What the bloody hell are you doing?
- I'm playing the part, darling. - No, darling,
- you're mincing. - I don't know what that means.
Donnie, do you have any gay friends?
- No. - Yes, you do.
Science commonly holds the belief that 5 to 10 percent
- of your male friends are gay. - Not in Bailey Downs.
Especially in Bailey Downs.
The point is you can't tell, so don't act gay.
- OK. - OK.
So while you're waiting for the doctor, I'm just gonna get you
started on some paperwork and a sperm sample.
So who's going to be the father?
- (both) I am. - (laughing)
I guess we'll just test you both.
- OK, great. - Sure. That's a lot of sperm.
- OK... - Oh!
Ah, thank you. Bad Puppy.
My favourite...
- Here's your sample cup. - Right.
For the, um, sperm.
Thanks, Jill.
You're coming along fine, Portia. Make sure you take...
Portia Grossman's pregnant?
No way. No. No, no, no.
The Grossmans gave up on IVF years ago.
- We discussed adoption with them. - I know, honey,
but she's five or six months along, easy.
You let me deal with Portia.
Is there anything else you need?
I'm in this little room all by myself, and I need to,
you know...
(quietly) Masturbate?
Well, I think I could use a little
"Air Italia" to help me along.
Donnie, I'm in a public place!
I know, but you asked me what I need, and, um...
That's what I need,
- Ms. Hendrix. - (Alison sighs)
(fake Italian accent): Sir, you
have to put on your seat belt.
Hold on, hold on.
- Uh... - (beep)
Si, I know, ma'am, but I'm having trouble
doing up the buckle. Take a look.
Si, ooh, it's...
grande, molto duro.
- Very duro. - You best to come with me
- to thelavatore. - Please, take me to the lavatore.
Is that your leaning tower?
It's not leaning anymore.
I got two spicy meatballs for you, baby.
- So spicy! - (Car honks)
Oh, it is so tight... in this... airplane lavatory...
- I am arriving! I am landing! - Si, claro, claro!
Oh, no! No!
(opera music climaxes)
(groaning)
Aah!
(quiet squeaking)
Unreal.
No scolex. No cerebral ganglion.
It's got a synthetic core. I'm not even
- sure we could say it's alive. - The question is what does it do?
And why did Leekie have one?
(squelching)
She started showing symptoms three weeks ago.
I can read, thank you.
And is she the youngest subject to develop symptoms?
She is.
She doesn't know, does she?
- No. - And has Susan considered
immunosuppressive therapy for her?
That treatment induced rapid onset in Jennifer Fitzsimmons.
It was torture.
Yes. But Charlotte is prepubescent.
Her hormone levels are lower,
and her auto-immune response might be easier to...
to control.
I'll bring it up with Susan.
Look, Niki. Susan Duncan,
guardian of Rachel. A ghost all these years, like me.
Where are you hiding? Ping, ping, ping...
Rachel's hidden deep.
(crunching)
Who's she reaching out to?
(beeping)
You.
So you are Ferdinand.
Who is this mysterious source of Sarah's?
Insider? Outsider?
I've been racking my brains.
Biscuit?
I admire you, Siobhan.
I'd like a family of my own, someday.
I've squirreled a little away.
Enough to recover by the seaside in style.
Just Rachel and I.
Bide our time
before a slow, steady climb back to power.
Interesting definition of family.
All our dreams rest with Sarah now, don't they?
M.K.?
I'm here.
M.K.?
(cell ringing)
You said you'd meet me in person.
- He's Topside. - What?
Rachel's contact. He did their wet work, their cleaning.
- Is he your source? - Yeah, I made a decision.
Sometimes you have to work with people you don't like.
No, we don't. No, we don't.
Look, Mika, I will do anything.
I'll deal with anyone to get this implant out of my face.
- Did you find Susan Duncan? - We're finished.
- I can't trust you now. - (beep)
(ding)
- Oh! - Oh, sorry.
- Alison! - Portia!
Oh, no, what's wrong?
Oh!
- Oh, sweetie. - Can we talk?
So we wanted to try one more time,
but the doctor just told me, no go.
Oh, Ali, I'm so sorry.
Did you and Jacob... forgive me...
but did you try something special?
Did you do some, I don't know, new technology or...?
I mean, I'd do anything. I'd pay anything.
Ali. Oscar and Gemma are such amazing kids.
Oh, yes. And I love them so much, I really do.
I just... You know, I'm getting older,
and everybody's pregnant, and...
I just want to have my own baby.
Ali...
You know what?
Maybe you should go back in there.
See Dr. Bosch.
Ask for the "Brightborn Treatments."
- OK? - OK.
Thank you.
- And are you married? - Yes, though some of us
don't always wear our wedding rings.
It's because some of us don't need our
rings to feel secure in our relationship.
Well, we should have the test results in a few days.
Do you have an egg donor in mind?
- Yes. - Not yet.
- We are still narrowing it down. - Yeah.
You know, we should tell you, too, that we are
thrilled to be working with you.
And we are both very open to any kind of emerging technologies.
You two are healthy young men.
I doubt you'll have any problems conceiving.
Dr. Bosch, we were told to ask for you specifically.
- Oh? - And to ask about
the Brightborn Treatments?
How did you hear about Brightborn?
From a very satisfied customer.
Jill...
could you bring in some Brightborn packages?
(knocking)
- Hey. - Hey.
M.K. didn't show.
If M.K. shut you down,
I'm sure she had good cause.
I'm out of options, Dizzy. I need you to help me find her.
You keep banging on my door, asking for favours.
You ever think about what I might want?
- Alright, what? - I need to know
exactly what's going on between you and this twin of yours.
- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.
- Why? - I have my reasons.
I've got people wrapped up in this too.
OK, fine.
- (bang) - (sighs)
Clones.
We're clones.
Jesus.
Genetic identicals. How many others are there out there
- in this little "experiment"? - 22 that we know of,
including M.K. 9 of us still living.
- Do you believe me? - I don't know.
Well. True or not, makes for a great story.
Listen, I've met with M.K. three times in person,
and each time she had different plates on her car.
- What's that about? - Exactly.
I cracked the DMV, ran those
plates, and wouldn't you know it, but they're all defunct.
What's that tell you?
She's got access to scrapped cars?
She once told me she worked as a night watchman.
Three scrapyards in the city.
That one's closest to Beth's.
- Who's Beth? - Save that for later.
Listen, you're gonna want me to come with you.
- Why would I want that? - Given the right circumstances,
I think she could be dangerous.
(birds chirping)
(song: Ave Maria by Schubert)
Little science babies, forgive me.
I did not know to feed you liquid nitrogens.
But your twins are in my belly,
and when they are old,
I will tell them all about you
and our adventures.
Goodbye, family Hendrix.
- There. That's gotta be it. - What, this thing?
If she's here, I'm sure she already knows we're here.
- Mika? - (knocking)
Mika!
- Screw this. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
A little messier than my usual approach.
(creaking)
- Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait. - What?
Look at this. See the mat?
That's a pressure plate bomb.
You step on that,
- the whole place goes up. - (whispering) Jesus.
Kinda makes you wonder what she's hiding.
Herself.
Careful.
We need to find whatever she knows about a doctor
called Susan Duncan. She can remove the bot.
(beep)
Password.
Yeah. I'll need a few minutes.
OK.
The pigment is coming along.
In a few weeks, the tech will be invisible.
How are you feeling, Charlotte?
Why do you keep asking that?
(whispering) Another message.
Will you please go play in your room, Charlotte?
Maybe someday, I'll be allowed to visit you there.
Yours is nicer.
I'm willing to consider
immunosuppressive therapy for her.
You're no closer to finding the Original, then, are you?
There is one other option for Charlotte.
Do you know what it is?
She's the youngest subject to fall ill.
Untreated, her dataset could be of value to the rest of us.
- Including Ira. - And what would you do?
Let the disease advance, or intervene?
Is this a test?
It's a decision.
One of many we have to make every day.
(door closing)
(beep)
M.K...
- (beeping) - I'm in.
You said she was tracking someone named Susan Duncan?
- Yeah. - Looks like, most recently,
M.K. was tracking you.
- What? - Phreaking your phone.
Texts, calls, locations.
What are you doing, M.K.?
I know you want to protect Sarah's source,
but motivating people to share information quickly
is my speciality.
We have our own tactics, thank you.
Should have brought me with her. I'd be out of your hair.
- (beeping) - Sarah.
She wants you to meet her at Beth's. She's found something.
_
(clicking)
Kind of annoying, Scottie.
Uh. I think you're gonna want to see this.
Dude, are you, like, hella baked or what?
Just check this out.
Oh, shit. Bioluminescence?
Green fluorescent proteins. They must be using them
as markers to track gene expression.
So the bot's introducing foreign DNA?
And it seems like, because the host died, it's
- all congregating in the tumour. - I bet that's why Leekie had one.
It's some kind of gene therapy delivery system.
Could be changing Sarah's DNA.
Sarah?
Over here.
Behind you.
Well, hello there.
And you are...?
Friend of Sarah's.
How apropos. Sarah's deep throat is a sheep.
I have information about Susan Duncan and Rachel.
That is excellent news.
Now, let's take off
- the mask, shall we? - (crunching)
I would not stand up if I were you.
Whatever this is, it's not necessary.
Oh, yes, it is.
Hello, Ferdinand.
(Dramatic percussion)
What's your name? Hm?
I should know you, but I don't.
- I know you. - Is that right?
Yes.
Ferdinand Chevalier.
Bastard son of the 10th Earl of Sussex.
A stigma you still can't get over.
Well, I wouldn't go that far, but top marks for presentation.
You discovered your bloodlust in the British SAS.
Learned to kill quickly and quietly.
Perfect recruit for a Topside cleaner.
- (beep) - (Ferdinand sighs)
If she found anything on Susan Duncan,
she scrubbed it already.
We should really get out of here, Sarah.
Try "Neolution." Or...
- "Rachel Duncan." - Yes, ma'am.
Helsinki...
Is that where M.K.'s from?
- (beep) - Does this ring a bell?
That's a Scandinavian accent, isn't it?
Finland, maybe?
I always suspected one clone escaped the purge.
Hello, Veera Suominen.
"Veera Suominen."
Let me guess. Her name isn't M.K.
and neither one of those girls is you.
They must have found each other, or were put together
on purpose.
"Niki."
Niki. She was my only friend.
This was a week before she was killed.
Just met her boyfriend Alecks.
Just began her life.
- (beep) - You gassed her family.
(whispering) You burned her alive.
Jesus. I know what she's doing.
S, I need to talk to Ferdinand.
He's with you, isn't he? At Beth's?
- What? - Oh, God. That text wasn't from you.
- I need your car. - I'll come with.
No, no, no. I need to go alone, please.
You serious?
I must be out of my mind.
- (cell ringing) - Hey, Sarah?
Not a great time, Cosima.
OK, but I think we figured out what the bots do.
Let me guess. It's bad news.
I understand.
This is your revenge fantasy.
You've been playing it in your head for years.
You killed six of my sisters.
Murdered 32 of our friends and loved ones.
What's stopping me from standing
up and killing one more?
You tell me!
Cowardice?
Narcissism?
Rachel?
Rachel. She was hidden deep.
You found her?
I found you first.
Sarah handed you to me.
I always dreamed of putting a name to your face.
Of hurting you like you hurt me.
What are you doing? Veera? Veera!
- That's not my name anymore. - Ah! Stop!
Stop! Ah!
Holy shit.
Sarah, talk some sense into her, please.
What are you doing, Mika?
- I think you know. - There's a bomb under my chair.
You can't do this. I need him.
He needs to pay for what he did to Niki.
I know, alright? I know about Helsinki.
Did Beth? Did you tell her what happened to you?
- No. She was too fragile. - I'm not.
Alright? I'm not going to back down.
I want revenge too, but we're not going to do it like this.
For me, it is this.
Mika. Hey, look.
Look, look, look. The guy is garbage.
I know, I know. But he saved my life.
Oh, it's true. That's a good point.
The bots, Mika?
Mika, the bots. We know what they do.
Some kind of gene editing. It could be changing my DNA.
I need all the help I can get, alright,
and Ferdinand is an asset. Do you understand that?
Listen to her. It's true. It's true. I can help you.
- I've got money. - Yes. 3.7 million.
I sifted through your shell companies.
Traced your wire transfers.
Password.
"Corn cob." Two words.
Enter it.
- (beeping) - I will find you.
I will finish Helsinki.
What, you're just going to leave now?
Yes. If you were smart, you would leave too.
You used me.
You pulled me out of Iceland and you threw me in the middle
of this shit. And now you're just going to blow it all up?
- Get out of here, Sarah. - No.
Your friend Niki died.
Beth died.
What about our sisters that are still alive?
I... I'm sorry.
Two wires. Battery. Plastic explosives.
- Taped together pretty well. - And you're absolutely certain
there's only one circuit?
- Far as I can see. - You and me, we're even now.
You understand? You saved me and I saved you.
I'm going to cut this wire, and leave the building.
Then, and only then, are you going to stand up. Am I clear?
Just give me a moment, because if there's more than one
circuit, the whole thing could just... Dammit, Siobhan!
Let me prepare myself.
Alright, alright. I'm sure this whole thing is going to be fine.
But when I get out of here,
I'm going be a little short of funds...
You're a clever chap. I'm sure you'll find some way
to make yourself useful.
(yelp, sighs)
(knocking)
Come in.
No one's ever knocked before.
My opinion on Charlotte's treatment
couldn't wait till morning?
Well?
(sighing)
Immunosuppressive therapy likely won't save her.
Untreated, her data has value,
more value than her life.
We shouldn't intervene.
That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it?
I need to go away again.
Why?
Have you found Sarah?
Kendall?
We know you contacted Ferdinand.
As you wish, we won't treat Charlotte.
You're right to think of the future.
(Felix) This stuff from Dr. Bosch better be worth it.
(Cosima) Let's see what creepy Brightborn is all about.
Are you having difficulty conceiving?
Are you in a non-traditional relationship,
seeking to have a child on your terms?
Perhaps you have genetic risk factors...
I've totally seen that woman before.
- I think she was on Oprah. - here at Brightborn
Technologies, we can help.
I'm Evie Cho, CEO and founder of the Brightborn Group.
We can help provide you and your family with the best chance
at a fast conception, a smooth pregnancy,
and a healthy and thriving newborn.
But why stop there?
Mainstream reproductive technology?
It's like a whole new side to Neolution.
All of our children are born stronger and healthier.
At Brightborn Technologies,
we're making the world a better place,
one baby at a time.
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