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You're fading, Mother.

The future is bolder than you.

It's done.
The science is secure.

Mr Westmorland will see you now.

P.T. Westmorland.

He lives here, with us.

You'll have full access
to the lab. Go.

Save your sisters.

What are you looking for?

Anything we find will
of course be proprietary,

but she isn't.

She's yours.

Everybody says
I can't trust you.

She won't even tell me
what Rachel did to her,

and I'm meant to
send her back there.

Keep the faith.
We're not without allies.

No. No. We're not
giving up where Helena is.

Wake up, Mommy.

- Wake up!
- Kira.

There's something
in the woods, Cosima.

Hello, Susan.

You're looking much better.

Colour in your cheeks.

See what I brought you?

Slippers.

Floors can be chilly.

You'll be up and about soon.

You turned my
daughter against me.

We treated you

with synthetic
platelet-derived growth factor.

Wound healing.

I'm not dead.

Why?

Because I need you.

Hi, Chomper. Hi, Crazy Legs.

Where's Daisy?

I don't know. Where is Daisy?

Daisy!

Daisy!

Daisy!

Daisy!

Let's go.

No. Something's not right.
Come on.

Daisy?

She's bleeding.

Who left this out here?

Hey!

You shouldn't be here.

Come on, back to the village.

Hurry.

Hurry, come on.

Can we talk a bit?
I'm gonna be late for gym class.

No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.
- No, look.

I'm not happy
sharing you with Rachel,

and you just make it worse
when you don't talk to me.

She didn't hurt me.

Have you seen my
grey runners for gym?

Can you tell me what happened?

She clipped my fingernails.

- Your fingernails?
- Yes.

And she took some blood,
and she talked a bit.

What did she talk about?

Science stuff.

And she gave you
a mouse to take home?

Yes.

Have you seen my
grey runners or not?

- Thank you.
- Come here.

I wanna munch on you.

Ow! Ow!

What happened?

Er, nothing.

- Come here.
- No.

Oh, my God,
babe, what did she do?

- Nothing! Let me go!
- What is that, babe?

What did she do?

Hey. What do you got?

Hey, I've got the stuff.

Come by when you're ready.

Right. Yeah.

- Well, stop him.
- Leave me alone! Stop it!

- What's going on?
- Don't worry about it!

Hey, hey, hey. What happened?

- Stop!
- What do you mean, don't worry about it?

- Look at this!
- Ugh!

- Look.
- What?

Rachel bloody vivisecting her.
Look at that.

- Oh.
- Oh, my God.

Honey?

Kira?

Look at me.

What did she do to you?

It was me.

I cut myself.

- Stop blaming Rachel.
- Why? Why?

I wanted to see
how fast I could heal.

It doesn't hurt!

Can I please go to school?

Erm, honey, go upstairs,
will you? Just, erm...

You know where
we keep the Band-Aid.

- Just get the whole tub.
- Erm, okay.

Felix, you take Kira
to school today.

And you're gonna
pick her up afterwards,

and take her to yours
for a sleepover.

- No, no.
- And stay awake.

Someone's coming to visit you.

Who? What are you up to?

S, what are you doing?

You get your stuff,
you're coming with me.

I'm not going anywhere.
Did you see that?

I'm not leaving her right now.

We have three days.

Three days till our next visit to
Dyad, and we have nothing.

We need some leverage, some...
We need anything.

- And I have a lead.
- What's your lead?

It's our best chance
at helping Kira.

Too many memories here.

Imagine how I feel.

Remember your greenhouse?

Oddly, you let everything die.

Ah, well...

You were the one
with the green thumb.

And your hands never get dirty.

No.

Only my beautiful, filthy mind.

Still got that, do you?

Mmm.

I know you've
had a breakthrough.

That's why you're doing this.

But I am finished
with you, Percival.

I can never forgive you.

Oh, no, don't say that.

- Ira.
- Hello, Susan.

Think about it, Susan.

We can't let our history stand
in the way of the future.

Mmm.

P.T. Westmorland,
born in 1843, allegedly.

Educated Eton and Cambridge.

Member of
the Royal Geographic Society,

where he published
a number of papers.

We've been antiquing.

The Management of Reproduction
in Feeble-Minded Populations

by P.T. Westmorland.

I mean, of course,
it makes sense.

He was one of
the original eugenicists.

Good work, Scott.

Also studied
primitive societies in 1894.

He disappears into the jungles of
Borneo, never to be heard from again.

Presumed dead, 1898.

It's all here.
I cracked her e-mail.

- And the window is today only.
- Mmm-hmm.

But I don't get it. What's this
person's connection to all this?

Right. Need-to-know basis.

What are you two up to?

Keep pushing on P.T.

There must be some record of
him, last 100 years.

He might have
assumed a new identity.

- Publishing under a pen name?
- Yeah.

So when we get back,
can I have a timeline?

Neolution from day one?

Where are you guys going?

Do you think
she tells me anything?

Guy in the cap?

It's fine,
we're not being followed.

There was a black sedan,
but we lost them back at the house.

Wanna tell me
what we're doing here?

We're just going for a drink,
you and I.

Operational security.

Seriously?

Would you like to see a menu?

Just a scotch and soda.

Bourbon, neat.

- You were casing the joint.
- So were you.

Birds of a feather.

- Who's the mark?
- You tell me.

Laptop, red wine.

Well done.

Elizabeth Perkins.

Bit of a drinker,
she's got two DUls on the record already,

but that's not the play.

She has a daughter.

Hates her so much,
she's suing her.

I need to be with Kira, S.

And you will be.

But Dr Perkins may have the key to P.T.
Westmorland.

Please trust me, Sarah,
this will help. I promise.

But we need to get her ID.

This is bullshit.

Sarah, please, not here.

Well, where, then?
You wanna talk about it somewhere else?

I'm sick of your bloody secrets.
I'm sick of it.

Here we go. Look...

- Don't. I'm not a child.
- Stop acting like one.

It's not always about you.
You're just...

Oh.

Oh, my...

Are you all right?

I'm so sorry.

- Did we get it on you?
- Oh, no, no.

It's... It's fine.

That's your daughter, I take it.

Yeah.
I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

At least she's talking to you.

Silence is worse.

At least it's quiet.

Phew.

Come.

You're gonna want another drink.

Thank you.

Okay, big breath,
big breath, go, go, go, go.

Yeah.

Awesome volume.

You're getting stronger.

What have you got there?

Oh, we found this in the forest.

Daisy the pig escaped, so Aisha
and I went out to try and find her.

Whoa.

They said there's something in the woods.
Did you see it?

No, we heard it, though.

It sounded scary.

Mud saved us.

She says it's a bear.

I think it's an ogre.

Erm, what's the scientific
name for ogre?

Ogre ogre-is-not-realicus?

I don't know,
looks pretty human.

Okay. I have a theory.

This bullshit story
about a bear in the woods?

You made it up, right?

'Cause, honestly, it's totally lame.
Nobody's buying it.

So do you wanna tell me
what's actually out there?

Okay, first of all,

the bear is real.

- It's deadly and dangerous and...
- Right, liar.

- And, no, I am not, and second...
- Yes.

You were out there this morning.

You helped the girls.
Charlotte told me.

We're on The Island
of Dr Moreau, here.

Whatever weird shit
is happening,

it's coming from the big house.

I know that disturbs you, Mud.

So talk to me.

Tell me the truth.

It's not his fault.

Who...
Who are you talking about?

Mud.

Who's out there?

You're gonna get me in trouble.

Why are you so scared?

Stay out of the woods.

There's a bear in the woods.

She's relentless,
always has been.

And she knows
exactly how to make me mad.

How much of yourself
do you see in your daughter?

Ugh, are you going
to charge me now?

It's not rocket science.

Your problems with your daughter

can trace right back to your
relationship with your own mother.

Jesus.

We'll be here all night.

Dr Elizabeth Perkins.

Department of Psychology.

- Trauma?
- Mmm.

Is that, erm, PTSD?

Survivors of abuse,
that sort of thing?

I'm looking
at how PTSD co-occurs

with major depressive disorders.

And you're in town for...

Some case studies from a book.
A place out of town.

Let me give you a card.

You know what?
Don't go to any trouble.

I'll just lose it.

No, take it anyway.
You never know.

Calmed down, have we?

I'm just back to say you keep drinking.
I'm leaving, I'm taking a cab.

- Sorry.
- Sarah, please. Take a lift with me.

- I'm sorry, I just don't want to let her get away.
- Go. Go.

- I'll get these.
- Oh, thank you.

Thanks so much.

Hey. Listen.

Your daughter is struggling
on the threshold

of what it means to become you.

Remember that.

Thanks.

Let me get this straight,
you got Madame LaRue for French,

and then you got that, er,
scrumptious Mr Mitchell

- for homeroom and everything else?
- Mmm-hmm.

Well...

Hey, how's that cut on your arm doing?
Shall we have a look?

It's fine.

Okay.

Do you wanna go
sit yourself down?

I'm getting a nice bit of light
right on your face, there.

Be still.

I wanna see!

No! Go sit down,
you're being impatient.

Come on.

Hmm.

I really look like my mum there.

Yeah, you do look like your mum.

Been reminding me
of her all day.

Stomping around,
breathing like a pug.

I'm trying to help her.

And what do you
mean by that, eh?

She's acting dumb, and...

She gets mad at me
for going to visit Rachel.

But she shows me things.

Like, about why I'm special.

Darling, you know that even if Rachel's
being nice to you, we can't trust her.

Kira?

We don't know what she wants to
do with that special part of you.

Dr Elizabeth Perkins.

Patient names,
e-mails, histories.

About two hours ahead, there's a
psychiatric facility, Cedar Ridge.

Her contact there is Dr Nimitz.
They've never met.

She's expected tomorrow.

But she's showing up tonight.

With her assistant.

There's a patient, Alex Ripley.

Not their real name.
Apparently a Neolution defector.

High-level. Close to
old man Westmorland.

Probably being held
against their will.

It's a secure facility.

Won't be easy to get inside.

But we're going
to make them talk.

How did bloody Hell Wizard
figure that out?

Well, he didn't,
but he found Perkins.

So who found the defector?

Who's feeding you
info close to P.T.?

You always do this.

I rarely do this.

All right.

About time, then,
I'm gonna make a stop.

Where?

It's a convent, Mum.

I cannot imagine you
here in this place.

You never talked about it

and you never even mentioned
Westmorland was actually alive.

We have a complicated history.

Mmm-hmm?

Ira?

- You're jealous!
- Nonsense.

He's fossilised.

No... You shouldn't...

be walking.

Just tell me what happened
between you two.

Years ago,

he chose another path.

Another scientist.

Someone who was willing to do
the things I wouldn't.

And he led Rachel to stab you.

I don't know how you can work
for him and his insane vision.

Ira, do not mistake me.

The vision is mine, as well.

Our feud is only
about the means.

Have there been
any other visitors?

Vow of silence, maybe?

This one's for you, love.

- Yeah? You... You sure?
- Yeah, I need to get ready.

Give her a hug from me.

I'll meet you here after.

Okay.

Oi, meathead.

Sestra.

Donnie Hendrix
told you our secret.

Yeah.

We are family.

Sestra Irina was kind to me when
I was a child in the Ukraine.

She protect me from other nuns,

so they call her blasphemer
and they take her tongue.

Oh.

Mmm.

I am writing my memories.

Your memoirs?

Sit, sestra.

I think...

Your heart is heavy.

Sorry, darling.

Okay, not the welcome
I was hoping for.

- Where's the sibling love?
- Oh, my God.

- What are you doing here?
- What's going on?

I'm waiting for my cocktail!

Oh, is Kira sleeping?

- Please tell me S didn't.
- Didn't what?

Tell me everything?

Probably not.

She did shed some light on
those many sisters of yours.

She did not.

Clones.
Jesus Christ, what a trip.

She had no right
to do that, Adele.

Hey, you know what?
She trusted me.

I'm kind of a sucker for that.

You could have, too, you know.

Adele, there was a reason
I didn't tell you.

Oh, yeah, our life is hell,
and our people regularly die violently.

All right, well,
did I ever tell you why I was disbarred?

I just kind of assumed it was 'cause
you were drinking all the Dom.

That is a very good guess,
but you're wrong.

I'm an embezzler.

Corporate law, right?

So I'm real good at
following the money.

Stealing it, not so much.

- Oh, my God, this family.
- I know.

Hey. Your momma has
a job for us.

How do you feel about tracking
patent-hoarding corporations

and global profit flows
in Switzerland?

I hate fondue.

I can't give Kira
what she wants.

She's cutting herself
for answers I don't have.

I cut myself since I was small.

But I stopped when I found peace

and my sestras accepted me.

She is an old soul.

You should share
our horrors with her.

God, I don't want her
dealing with what we do.

But she will have to,
you know this.

I wasn't a good sister to you.

Yes.

We tried to kill each other.

No, no, after that.

I avoided you.

My twin, my other self.

You scared me

because of what you felt.

You knew we were connected.

Kira feels that, too.
She feels all of us.

But I didn't until...

Until I was half-dead
on that island.

She...

Flowed right through me.

Picked me up.

Is that what it is?

Is that what it feels like?

Yes.

Here.

Here.

I don't give a shit
about our genetics,

this is what Rachel can't have.

I think this old man and Rachel,

after babies, we will kill them.

No, you're gonna
take care of your babies.

Miracle babies.

Like us.

Yeah.

I'm going for a walk.

Just clearing my head.

Where was it? Mud!

You understand me?
I'm asking you a question, Mud.

I don't know.
I haven't seen anything.

You're lying. Where is he?
Where does he hide?

I don't know.
Now leave me alone.

Where was he?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Mud.

I know he's out there.

Is she all right, love?

Yeah, she's all right.

Wow.

Dr Perkins.

I mean, it's not rocket science.

Your problems with
your daughter trace back

to your relationship
with your own mother.

It's not bad.

I've got a shirt
for you in the truck.

My assistant.

Okay.

I'm all about trauma... No.

I'm all about trauma...
All about trauma.

- Tell you what...
- Assistant/TA/PhD student.

Mmm-hmm. Major...
Major depressive disorder.

Okay, let's do it.

You don't take no for an answer.

Keep your eyes open, stay close.

Right, Dr Perkins.

And tuck your shirt in.

Nimitz lives 30 minutes
from here, so...

Clock starts now.

No, I believe Dr Nimitz
went home at 5:00.

- 5:00, are you sure?
- Yeah.

I thought he was on night shift.
Didn't you tell me...

In the e-mail
you said until 2:00.

What...
Is that... Is that right?

Did I... Did I screw that up?

Er...

Is my visit even scheduled?

- Er...
- Er, she has to do a case study.

She's here for her book.

Er, Dr Perkins,
tomorrow, 9:00 a.m.

Tomorrow?

And you're not even on the list.

She won't be on the list.

I was added at the last minute,

and now I've totally
screwed everything up.

And I have that conference
call in the morning.

I will have to move it.

Er, you know what?
It's not your fault.

Dr Nimitz has done
this before, but, erm...

You know, I'm gonna see
if I can get him back.

No, no, don't disturb him.
That would be ridiculous.

It's, er...
It's not his mistake.

We're here now.

Why don't we walk around?
See the environment a bit.

Well, it would be
something, I suppose,

since we're here...

Er... Okay, tell you what.

I can sign you in.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Er, can I get
a piece of ID, please?

Of course.

Here you go.

Welcome to Cedar Ridge.

- Thank you.
- This gives you access to Ward 1.

But no patient contact
until tomorrow, okay?

You've been so helpful.

- Mmm-hmm.
- No problem. My pleasure.

- You all right?
- I've got it.

Alex Ripley?

Thirty minutes to
lights out, okay?

Thank you.

When we get in here
and you see Alex Ripley,

I need you to dig deep
and stay calm, okay?

You know who he is?

She, actually.

And you know her, too.

Hello, Virginia.

Coady.

She's out of it.

Can you tell us
what they've got you on?

- Virginia.
- Hey.

You faking it,
you genocidal bitch?

Benzo-drip is my guess.
Pull her line, I've got adrenaline.

This should bring her
around quickly.

Look where you ended up, eh?

I hope that's a bloody lobotomy.

Such a gentle manner
you have, Mud.

You've come a long way.

Are you feeling better?
You've got that sparkle back in your eye.

- And a little...
- How's that, sir?

Yeah, that's fine, Mud.

I'll ring when it's done.

Do you recognise me now?

Sarah Manning and her mum.

I like her.

How's Helena and the pregnancy?

That's from her.

She's a... Psychopath.

Cost the soldiers and the
women that they infected...

Yeah, but she's gonna tell us
about P.T. Westmorland.

Aren't you, Virginia?

Well, well...

Haven't you come far.

How things must have changed
while she kept me in here,

drooling on myself.

Who?

Get me out.

Then we'll talk.

You don't get to decide.

- Talk. You need to talk now.
- Stay with me.

Everything all right?

Thank you. Just clumsy.

You want to get out of here?

You need to earn it.

Now, who put you in here?

A dear old friend.

We shared the same goal, once.

To control human genetics
and modify the species.

Needless to say,
we didn't always get it right.

Mud.

We knew from the start we'd
have to break a few eggs.

But she never really
had the guts for the wet work.

Tell us who it was.

You know who
put me here, Sarah. Think.

When CASTOR fell, LEDA won.

Susan Duncan.

How did that happen?

I was young.

P.T. and Susan recruited me.

Out of CASTOR?

It was before cloning.

Before we found
Kendall Malone...

- We found someone else.
- Who?

Our very first human subject.

P.T. Westmorland's
original obsession.

But too many mistakes were made.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, my God, Mud.

You can't be here.
You need to leave right now.

What is this place?
Is this where he lives?

What did they do to him, Mud?

Tell me,
what did they do to him?

You need to go, okay?

- Just tell me...
- He can't find you here.

Mud!

You need to go.

- Who's out there?
- Who is he?

- Get out of the house.
- Mud, who is he?

Through here,
there's a back stairway. Go!

Who was he?

A child.

A beautiful child.

A unique genome.

We tried to unlock it, but...

It was early days,
the science was crude.

So, what happened?

He started growing tumours.

Brain damage,
physical deformities.

Susan wanted to stop,
but I've never been squeamish.

So, we pushed forward.

And we created a monster.

It's Mud.

It's Mud!

Hey, you.

It's so cold,
I thought you could use this.

Hey, big guy.

It's Mud. It's just me.

Susan never forgave me.

I took CASTOR, she took LEDA.

And P.T. kept
the two of us apart.

You say that science was crude,

but what were you trying to do?

You want more?

This time of night,
that key card.

You can roll me right out.

We need her, come on.

- Dr Perkins?
- Yes!

What are you doing in this ward?

- I'm a guest of Dr Nimitz.
- Yes, I'm Dr Nimitz.

Oh, well, finally.

Er, so lovely to...
This is Gabrielle...

Gary, Miss Ripley's line is out.

There seem to have
been some confusion...

Yeah, can you...
Can you two come with me?

Jesus!

I'll kill you!

Michael! Michael!

Get off me.

I hate you!

Leave me alone!

Clear the ward.
Wait for me outside.

Get off of me!

Take your hands off...

Sarah!

Sarah!

Susan...

I've told you, Ira.
It's all about the means for me.

Imprisoning Virginia Coady.

The woman who ran CASTOR.

I had to keep her
away from Percival.

Her methods are indefensible.

And her science, unsound.

But he thinks she's dead.

What if he finds out?

She's a dangerous liability.

When I made that decision,
I was at the helm of Neolution.

Now look at me.

If he has made his
breakthrough, it has to be Kira.

After all he's done.

You'd work for him again?

To protect her?

To protect us, Ira.

Ow!
I thought my life was intense.

Well, we thank you
for helping, Adele.

This wasn't your call, S.

Yeah, it was, actually.

What?

We're on a whole new level
with Westmorland.

We have to trust S now,
more than ever.

So, what am I meant to do
in Switzerland, then? Hmm?

I need to be here for Kira and I
have an art opening in three weeks.

The boys have been digging.
There at least six

different subsidiaries of Neolution
registered in Switzerland,

so we start there.

Follow the money.

Adele needs you.
You're a quick study.

You're a survivor.

We do this as a family.

Well, Susan,

shall we share a glass
of this excellent port?

If we do,

we can have the kind of
conversation both you and I love.

A conversation filled with deep

and far-reaching

consequence.

Now, if we don't...

- The conversation is very short.
- Yes.

And it's a pity.

Worse than death, really.

To be left out of the future,

after you put so much into it.

You overvalue ruthlessness,
P.T. You always have.

Rachel is too damaged
for this responsibility.

She's done pretty well so far.

She tried to kill me.

I didn't intend
for her to go that far.

- I'm sorry, Susan.
- No, you're not.

Your corporate-raised psychopath
is finally paying dividends.

But admit it, scientifically,
you're lost without me.

That's why I need you, Susan.

I'd require real-time access to all
Rachel's new data on Kira's anomaly.

Very well.

Exclusive access.

Nothing hidden, no more secrets.

But...

Rachel has the reins.

So, to the future.

To the future.

What did P.T. do to him
to make him violent?

- You have me.
- You? You were paid to lie to me.

Kira, if you can teach me everything
you know about that feeling,

then I'll tell you
all the grown-up stuff we do.

Make no mistake,
P.T. put me at his right hand.

All your hard work
is finally paying off.

- Dress or leave.
- We'll dress.

We'll learn more
if we play along.