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EMILY SILK:
I've been very clear on this.

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

OSMAN: When are you going
to see your wife

for who she really is?

She has been the one stopping me
from being promoted.

MAN: Marcel got himself
that Strategy job.

OSMAN:
Mr. Silk's position

will not change
under the conditions

of his current confinement.

Send him to Echo.

It's only us now.

Aldus is gone.

-Of course it was you.
-No!

Aldus!

He knew me.

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

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

YORKE: Bob Dwyer
was relieved of his post

and you've been named
as his replacement.

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

EMILY PRIME:
You want me to find her.

SHAW:
I'll have Ravi run the address.

Where's the case?

You will never find it.

This doesn't have to be painful.

OPERATOR: An outside specialist
will partner with Mr. Quayle

to root out these sleepers.

LAMBERT:
Just apprehended Edgar Brandt.

It doesn't sit well.

Someone is talking.

-[ indistinct chatter ]
-[ glass clinking ]

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

[ laughing ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ woman singing in German ]

♪

♪

♪

♪

[ classical music playing
over earbuds ]

[ panting ]

Sorry.

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

LAMBERT: Well, I hope it was
worth keeping me in the cold.

Edgar Brandt's
been taken care of.

Too bad. I was rather
fond of that chap.

Have you contacted
the other cell yet?

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

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

a whole life I have
to balance alone

while you,
I don't know what out here.

They wanted you
to activate them.

They were very specific.

-Thought you'd be more excited
to meet your own kind.
-[ cell phone chimes ]

Ah, I got to go.

Oh, just one last thing.

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

They've been complaining
about our debts lately.

I need for you
to take care of it.

76 Glasgower Str-- uh, Clare?

Did you hear the address?

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

I'm on the lam, Clare.

A lamb on the lam.

Help me, would you?

You're a peach.

[ opera music playing ]

[ woman and man moaning ]

LAMBERT PRIME:
Oh, here he is.

Hello, Lena.

[ grunts ]
We tried to wait for you.

LENA:
Didn't try very hard.

LAMBERT PRIME: [ grunts ]
No, we didn't, did we?

You know the extra rate for two.

I'm just here
for moral support.

And it's still
an extra hundred to stay.

[ sighs ]

Do be gentle with him.

Who said I wanted it gentle?
I don't.

Get down here,
you naughty girl.

Here we go.

[ moaning ]

She was rough.

Yes.

I'm starting
to enjoy strong hands.

Really?
My skin gets so irritable

with all that friction.

Darling, I wish I could bring
you some of the treatments

from back home.
You'd bloody die for them.

[ sighs ]

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

You wouldn't mind, would you?

Just this week?

I let you meet
your housewife crush tonight.

The least you could do

is handle your share
of the workload.

She's different lately.

I can't place it.

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

Can we still trust her?

I suppose we'll find out.

[ cell door opens ]

What's this?

Immunizations.

You have to take them
before you leave.

This place they're sending me...

Echo.

[ swallows ]

...do you really think
it'll change anything?

I hope it does...

for your sake.

Well, I'm...

I'm not a spy.

Hmm.

Well, let's see.

[ lock buzzes ]

[ man speaking indistinctly
over P.A. ]

[ engines start ]

♪

PRIME:
"If you dream of sandy beaches

"and 30 Celsius sun, but your
wallet is more accommodating

"of a weekend in Scarborough,

"how about the Blue Mountains
of Jamaica

in a charming cottage
called Papaya?"

I think I'm having a memory.

I think that, when you used
to read to me before

from the newspaper,

you always read
in a funny accent.

Right. Of course.

But sorry,
I got to get to work.

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

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

No, what I'm saying, Howard,

is that you were a man of...

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

Trying out some new ones.

Wait.

That was nice, I think.

Yes.

A little bit weird?

No, it was...

it was nice.

Loop on the left.

[ chuckles ]

See you tonight?

Yes.

[ man speaking German nearby ]

[ man continues calling out
in German ]

[ entry bells chime ]

Thank God.

I was afraid we had
the other you.

What the hell
are you doing here,

in your other's apartment,
wearing his clothes?

Who else from Section Two
is over here?

Just me,
Sandrine and Barnes.

-Could be others, I don't know.
-[ door opens, bells chime ]

Relax,
I've got both doors covered.

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

Yes, I have an identity
over here.

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

I am a part of it.

My op team was over here
picking up details

on the Petahertz processors
they announced.

Next thing we know,
the doors are closed.

Everyone's being hunted now.

You know about
this Indigo business.

Pope used our network
to run terrorists.

-Nobody knew.
-You trust me?

Of course.

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

No, no, you don't.

The Office grabbed Edgar Brandt.

He didn't last
one fucking night.

These people have
sleeper agents on the inside.

We're getting caught
in the crossfire.

This is gonna be over soon.
Okay?

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

No.

We've got to find
Claude Lambert.

The Office is looking for him.

If we get to him first,
we can turn him over,

make a deal.

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

Any of us could be next.

I don't know how
to find Lambert.

That's not what I heard.

That's why we came to you.

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

-Sandrine.
-Nice outfit.

Yeah.

We needed an Indigo
trading chip.

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

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

We asked about Lambert,

all she offered up was you.

REMY: She's got to be worth
at least one of us.

We'll trade her in, too.

But first
she'll give us Lambert.

I will talk.

So talk.

To him.

Alone.

CLARE: Spencer...
[ smacking lips ]

Please? Ah.
Yummy.

Here. Good girl.

Oh, love you so.
[ kisses ]

[ Clare speaks indistinctly ]

Mama...

[ Spencer crying ]

You're more stubborn
than your father.

Here.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

[ recording rewinding ]

CLARE [ on recording ]:
I've got to go.

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

A counterfeit visa supplier
in vetting

needs to be paid off.

They've been complaining
about our debts lately.

I need for you
to take care of it.

76 Glasgower Str-- uh, Clare?

Did you hear the address?

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

LAMBERT:
I'm on the lam, Clare.

A lamb on the lam.

Help me, would you?

You're a peach.

[ recording ends ]

OPERATOR: You and Agent Shaw
investigated

what was found
in the Indigo safe house?

EMILY PRIME: There was
an address for a dacha.

Kladow Alley, 149.

The chain of title,
it's quite muddy.

A probate settlement.

But we're gonna
check it out later today.

[ muffled, indistinct chatter ]

That address was checked out

last summer
by the Reynolds group.

They found some ledgers
but not much else.

It's old intel.

[ muffled, indistinct chatter ]

You knew about it?

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

Aldus Fray.

Track his association
with Mira.

But he's like any
of the Indigo faithful.

He's a jobless malcontent.
There's no...

[ muffled, indistinct chatter ]

Focus on Fray.

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

[ muffled, indistinct chatter ]

Management would
also like to know

if you discovered anything
else at the safe house.

Perhaps there was
something else in the files?

No.

I don't have anything else
at this time.

Why doesn't Management want
this house looked into?

This photo of my other
is from ten years ago.

So she's been coming over
all this time.

How come we never
knew about it?

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

Because Management were
covering up her travel

just like they were
covering up Mira.

And I think the two
are connected somehow.

[ sighs ]

Look around you, Ian.

Last week I was in a cubicle.

Surely you don't believe
the Fourth Floor

are telling us everything.

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

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

Check out this address for me.

I'll go to the archive,

see if my other has a file.

Okay.

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

they sent Howard to Echo.

Happened this morning.

[ door closes ]

[ brakes squeak ]

[ truck doors open ]

[ truck doors close ]

[ doors open ]

[ lock buzzes ]

♪

[ chains clinking ]

TECHNICIAN:
Blood, urine,

all fluids will be taken
before you're admitted.

[ whirring ]

♪

[ lock buzzes, latch clicks ]

[ men speaking German ]

[ music playing ]

[ sportscaster speaking
indistinctly over TV ]

SPORTSCASTER:
Watch out, here he comes again.

Sorensen's on the breakdown...

Mr. Quayle?

Yes, yes, he's done it.

[ continues indistinctly ]

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

Yeah, just not now.

You're Peter Quayle.

You know me.

Yes.

[ stammers ]
You're...

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

You know who I am over there.

Yes.

And you called me "Mister."

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

Someone they know,
everyone knows,

no one looks past,

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

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

You called me Mr. Quayle.

Yes. That's...

Uh-- Charlie. Charlie!

I told you I was important.

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

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

What's-what's my--
what's my job?

Uh, deputy director of Strategy.

I'm deputy director of Strategy.

I am...

Karl!

Fucking...

No, you can't fucking touch
the tape, Karl.

We, we talked about this.

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

[ laughs, mumbles ]

I, uh...

Are you hungry?

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

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

Why are you in here?

I'm serving my world.

In the fight against yours.

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

I suppose now we know why.

-Yanek?
-Yeah.

I give him secrets.

My secrets,
things about my life,

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

Things that only I can know.

So now Management knows

my other's secrets.

So that's what this place is?

All these people
are-are being...

Harvested.

Mined.
Excavated for their memories.

And most people resist it,
but don't.

Don't do it.
Yanek is a genius.

It is enlightenment,
what he'll show you.

-HOWARD: Marcel.
-QUAYLE PRIME: Mm.

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

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

Marcel, we-we worked together.

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

They're bad news.

PRIME: So you thought
sticking around Berlin

seemed like a pretty good idea?

With half the Office looking
for crossers like you?

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

at the hospital,
that was your second chance.

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

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

Did yourun?

Okay.

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

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

so I'd help you.

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

I mean, I-I thought
you had networks.

Not anymore.

Okay, so how exactly

do you think I should
get you out of this?

No.

No, these are my people.

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

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

that was a big miscalculation.

You didn't tell them
you were here.

So?

Not really your people,
I think.

Staying with his wife.

She's out of the hospital now.

Yeah. She's a resource.

Hey, I don't have to justify

my situation to you.
I'm still working.

And you're making it
really fucking hard right now.

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

Lambert knows too much.
He knows too many people

-who know about me.
-You have to.

Are you seriously negotiating
with me right now,

tied to a fucking chair?

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

Your friends know about you.

Suspicious if you
didn't help them.

This is great.

This is the thanks I get
for saving your life.

Okay.

I'll get you out.

I'll figure out
how to find Lambert.

But you need
to take care of him.

He needs to not be
a problem anymore.

Okay.

Okay. And then you fuck off

so you'renot a problem anymore.

And these people
are not to be harmed.

You understand?

These are my friends.

Can't protect
two sides forever.

Let me worry about that.

-REMY: So she talked?
-Yeah, I got a name.

Somebody Lambert works with.

I'm gonna go and check it out.

I'll get back to you.

Stay out of sight till then.

Look, brother, I respect you,

-but we're not gonna sit
on our hands forever.
-Hey.

Nobody said forever.

I'm trying to make sure
we're not walking into something

we can't walk out of. Okay?

Give me a day.

I'm trying to fix this.

[ sighs ]

[ knocking on door ]

[ locks clicking ]

Emily Silk?

Yes?

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

I work at the Office
of Interchange.

I'm sorry, I-I don't, um...

Your memory. I know.

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

-Things?
-Your work.

If you're curious.

Do you want me
to tell you exactly

what you did for a living?

[ woman speaking German
over P.A. ]

Lambert said
you'd be easy to spot.

They asked me
to drop this off for you.

Your cell's been activated.

I take it you know
what that means.

It's about goddamn time.

After the Crossing closed,

I figured it would have
come right away.

I don't decide on the timing.

Stop looking at me.

Give your team those orders.

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

You really don't
remember me, do you?

I don't have the braces anymore.

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

Spencer.

I'll see you around, okay?

[ woman speaks German
over P.A. ]

[ knocking on door ]

[ door opens ]

MILLA:
Director Quayle?

Yeah.

Your wife isn't picking up.

I've called three times.

Should I keep trying?

No.

Milla?

Yes, sir?

Get Housekeeping up here,
a tactical unit.

Tell them I have
time-sensitive intel

that I want to move on today.

[ door closes ]

[ lock clicks ]

[ lock beeps, latch clicks ]

[ door opens, closes ]

[ footfalls approaching ]

Hmm.

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

your bicuspids
are quite striking.

The one thing you can't fake:

dental records.

You both grind your teeth.

Hmm.

I'm Yanek.

They have told you
what it is I do?

Not exactly.

I extract intelligence

from the people of our world

so they can use it
on people over there.

It says here Management

would like for you
to spy on your wife.

Yes, that's right.

You refuse to be a spy?

Yes, I do.

Your other is a spy.

I'm not him.

What do you think it was

that made the two of you
so different?

It can be anything, really.

A choice to turn left

instead of right.

Not asking
the waitress her name.

Or asking her name,
then marrying her.

W-We both married Emily.

Mm-hmm.

And now your other
is living with her.

In your life.

Do you trust this man?

Hmm. The thing of it is,

mankind has existed
in a state of tension

since the beginning of time,

between what is
and what could be.

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

What truth?

That any man

may see himself as ordinary.

But confront him with another
version of his life,

the one destroys the other.

It's inevitable.

I don't believe that.

Your other is out there
right now,

erasing you
from your own existence.

You don't know that.

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

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

You are a gentleman,

and this is war.

I could make you his equal.

Send you back to face him.

I'm not at war with anyone.

[ sighs ]

You have learned how to deny

almost any truth, haven't you?

[ lock beeps, door opens ]

Our time is up, Howard.

Look, I don't know if I'm...

better or worse.

But I know I'm not him.

That is because you have
never had to be.

Have a good sleep.

[ animal chattering
in distance ]

[ flies buzzing ]

Hello?

EMILY PRIME [ over phone ]:
You think it was Mira?

The place is thoroughly tossed.

She's definitely
looking for something.

-Something she found?
-Hard to say.

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

Now, why is it do you think

Management doesn't want us
to know about it?

I'll call you back.

What the hell?

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

for the past three years,
please.

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

TEMPLE:
Feels strange,

reading someone in
who's known about this

a lot longer than I have.

Um...

I brought photos
of your former office.

I thought it might help.

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

Um...

I think I was an agent in...

in H-Housekeeping?

18 people were killed

by operatives from their
world planted in ours.

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

Management responded
by closing down the Crossing.

There are other sleepers
still here.

We had a breach
just a few days ago.

A source was killed
in our custody.

It was their first step.

Shutting down

all lines of communication
and creating chaos.

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

[ sighs ]
There wa-- uh...

there was a school.

And there were people
from the other...

What people?

I don't know.

Emily,
what were you investigating

at the time of your accident?

EMILY SILK:
I don't know.

I can't tell if it's something

that's too long
or-or it's too buried.

TEMPLE:
Do you remember anything?

Faces, images. Names even.

EMILY SILK:
I remember a church.

An old church.

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

But it's part
of another memory.

My-my mother's memory,
maybe?

I don't know. Sorry.

-What was in the church?
-[ sighs ]

Secrets.

Secrets from another world.
From the world

that looks like ours but isn't.

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

it feels the same
but isn't quite.

Have you been to their world?

EMILY SILK:
Yes, I think I have.

TEMPLE:
What was it like?

It was, it was wrong.

Like I wasn't supposed
to be there.

But it was thrilling.

And there are things

I saw
that I shouldn't have seen.

And there were faces.

These things,
they didn't belong to me.

They weren't mine.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

[ voice breaking ]
Sorry.

This person I used to be,

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

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

Her choices, her...

She's a complete stranger to me.

Here's my number.

Doesn't matter what the hour.

And this is a list

of the 18 people
who died in the attack.

There's photos in there.

If anyone rings a bell.

And, Emily,
as you remember things,

you may want
to tell somebody.

Have you said anything

-about this to your husband?
-No.

You can always tell me.

-I should be getting back.
-Yes.

They're probably running around

with their heads cut off
without me.

Not with Aldrich in charge.
[ chuckles ]

Aldrich?

Uh, did I get his name wrong?

The head of Housekeeping
at work.

Josef Aldrich is dead.

He was exposed
shortly after the attack.

Killed at your hospital,
actually.

-By his own agents.
-Sorry, exposed?

He was Shadow.

The operative planted
on our Third Floor.

No.

Shadow--
that wasn't Aldrich.

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

I mean, I...

When this happened...

Isn't Shadow a woman?

[ thunder rumbling ]

[ beeps ]

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

Richard Langston?

Christ,
you're her spitting image.

May I come in?

[ door locks ]

Take it you're not here
for an appointment.

No.

I'm Ricky.

You're Strategy, I hear?

Now deputy director.

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

I make it my business
to know things.

Tends to keep me alive.

Tea?

Yeah.

EMILY PRIME: Your name
is all over her record.

Largely redacted,
but it does say

that she made an offer
of service to you.

Lemon, right?

She always took lemon.

There's an investigation.

A woman Management
wants me to find.

Somehow it's...

led me to myself.

I deal in cars now.

It's a lot simpler.

There's been an attack
on their side.

I think my other is
at the center of it.

You certain you want
to know about this?

[ chuckles softly ]

Eight years ago...
[ exhales ]

Emily came over
with word of...

sins committed on her side.

Said she'd heard
of experimentation

in the early 1990s--

biological,

intention unclear,

but a byproduct of which was...

the release of a viral strain

that spread through
customs to our world.

She had evidence that
her side caused the flu?

No, just hearsay.

She wrote a report.

Passed it to me
to give to Management.

How did that go over?

Management thanked me for
bringing it to their attention.

Told me it would be handled.

Then I was transferred.

Shortly after, I quit.

Never heard
from your other again.

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

I didn't ask.

Have you ever heard
the name Mira before?

No, never.

You know,
she was sentimental,

your other.

[ chuckles ]

Used to talk
about a hiding place

from childhood.

A place she kept things
she'd gathered,

a place only she would know.

Which I would know.

[ exhales ]

But if you do
turn up anything,

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

♪

TEMPLE:
What's this?

A tip from my source.

Counterfeiters associated
with Indigo.

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

Shut this thing down.

Sounds promising.

I heard you were out today.

-I had a meeting.
-Fruitful?

Very.

So you're acting
on this intel now?

Yeah, I had a team case
the place.

We're gonna take a look.

Mind if I tag along?

Um...

Sorry, I'm...

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

[ chuckles ]
Sorry.

A mother's reflex.

Now, you should stay outside.

You're not armed.

After you.

Stay close.

♪

[ agent speaking German ]

Cleaned out.

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

[ agent speaking German ]

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

Your source gave you
this information?

[ phone ringing ]

[ ringing continues ]

[ beeps ]

[ static ]

Get down!

[ gunshots ]

[ agent speaking German ]

[ Agent 2 groaning ]

[ panting ]

You got people down.

Peter!

It was a trap.

I'm calling it in.

[ agents speaking German ]

[ door opens ]

[ footfalls approach ]

[ silverware clinking ]

[ sighs ]

Hi.

How was your day?

Strychnine or polonium
in the potatoes?

I mean,
eventually you kill me.

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

What are you talking about?

You understand I've taken
this into account?

Taken what into account?

I've made evidence
of our little arrangement,

of who you really are,
on a tape

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

So maybe you should
think about that

the next time you try
and off me.

Are you fucking insane?

You knew I was listening
last night.

With Lambert.

Go on.
Tell me I'm wrong.

You're wrong.

You liar!

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

I begged you
for one ounce of honesty.

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

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

[ exhales ]

The counterfeiters.

"Clean it up, Clare."

That's what he said.
For my ears.

The whole disgusting
little scene.

What did you do?

I went.

Time I did my job, too.

I went into a fucking ambush.

And now a man is dead.

Lambert thinks I'm blown.

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

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

that was so fucking stupid.

He knows all about us now.

[ knocking ]

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

[ door shuts ]

PRIME:
Hi.

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

You want to sit down?

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

I don't like you.

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

so... why don't we start
figuring out

what the fuck
we're gonna do about that.

[ lock buzzes, latch clicks ]

[ exhales ]

[ grunts ]

[ door opens ]

Remember me?

Yes.

Marcel. Yes.

Six years I've been in here.

Know how long that is?

This one, ten.

This one, 16.

All because of you.

No.

What was the going rate
back then?

To come into our houses,

steal us from our lives,
and bury us here.

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

It-it had to be my other.

It-it wasn't me.

Nice try, asshole.

Please. Please.

-[ grunting ]
-[ groaning ]

Please.

[ grunting ]

♪