Counterpart (2018) s02e02 Episode Script

1 (SCREAMING) EMILY PRIME: Our neighbors might see this as a declaration of war.
SHAW: They're closing their doors.
HOLLOW FACE: Management would like an explanation.
Emily Burton has a better sense of what's going on.
EMILY PRIME: It was an illegal program, coded "Indigo.
" Children have been trained in the art of replacing their others.
- Do you know where Spencer is? - He has been sent to the other side.
You want me to inhabit your life? PRIME: Honestly, that's the last fucking thing in the world I want.
Are you two getting back together? - No.
- What? Anna.
Mom overdosed.
Again.
SHAW: Where were you years ago, when she was at her worst? I was there.
Sat by her bedside.
I'm not her, Howard.
I know my wife.
She's a-a spy.
POPE: I'm your enemy.
I'm the one who tried to kill your wife.
(TIRES SCREECH) HOWARD: I didn't have a choice.
I didn't want to come here.
MIRA: Think about all we still have to do.
Our legacy only survives if we can protect this secret.
Are you coming or not? (TIRES SCREECHING) (GRUNTS, PANTING) (DOOR CLOSES) (GLASS SLAMS) (PANTING) (ZIPPER OPENS) (MOANS, PANTS) (WATER RUNNING) (FOOTSTEPS NEARBY) Going out? Dry cleaners.
Hang on.
(CHUCKLES) It's cold out.
(CHUCKLES) (WHISPERS) I won't be long.
I'll be here.
(DISTANT CHATTER) (DOOR OPENS) OSMAN: You're all alone, Howard.
The charters of cross-world interaction don't apply now that the doors are closed.
If I don't label you as cooperative, they're gonna send you to our black site.
How many times do I have to tell you the same thing? My wife was in danger.
My other took my place over there.
So your wife and your other concocted this plan (STAMMERS) She did not concoct any plan.
Frankly, Management is finding your wife very difficult to trust.
Did you read this letter? She was communicating with your other, conspiring for some time No, that's not what they were doing.
It looks to me like you don't know who this woman was.
I'm not sure how you're going to take this.
Your wife has come out of her coma.
It was the last intelligence we received before the Crossing closed.
H-How would you even know these things? Why would you be watching my wife? Report was her husband rushed in, emotional at the sight of her.
And do you think she knew, when she opened her eyes, that she was staring at a man who wasn't her husband? Or do you wonder, maybe, if that wasn't her plan all along? (BEEPS) (BEEPS) SY: My husband keeps me up, asking why we're prisoners in our home.
Every room in my embassy has been transformed into prison cells, filled with stranded crossers, drinking themselves away.
When can I tell my people we are going home? That's not up to me, Ambassador.
You're head of Diplomacy.
You must know something.
With respect to your concern, it was your side who closed the doors, your side who stranded you here.
Our doors are still open.
We both know why those doors are closed and whose fault it is.
Mr.
Sy (SIGHS) the people around this table have been working diligently to root out anyone responsible for the senseless shoot-out at your office.
They found no indication that our side - had anything to do with it.
- (SY POUNDS TABLE) Why are you playing this game? I refuse to be held hostage in this world.
As always, we hope that your side comes to their senses.
(SY SCOFFS) Please escort the ambassador back to his compound.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) That was productive.
Their ambassador isn't himself lately.
EMILY PRIME: Who can blame him? It must be infuriating, knowing why the doors are closed and just watching us point fingers across the table using the same poker-faced diplomacy that got us here in the first place.
I don't make Management's policy.
No, but you justify it.
Maybe if Strategy were able to track down these Indigo terrorists, we could better assign blame.
How? With our hands tied behind our backs All Management had to do was say four simple words: "We need your help.
" Then maybe the doors would still be open.
Maybe we could be chasing these Indigo terrorists with shared intelligence instead of shared fucking incompetence.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Must be so nice to be the one who gets to say "I told you so.
" Believe me, I'm deriving no pleasure from it at all.
(DOORKNOB RATTLES) (GUN COCKS) Right pocket.
Looks just like your last one.
She's deaf.
Two cataracts and a benign tumor below her rib cage.
How long did it take you to find me? Not long.
Mein Schatz, what have you done? Compared to the acts they committed against our world, that was an act of mercy.
And this school I hear about Those children are the soldiers that you and the rest of Management were unwilling to create.
It's time our worlds had some new leadership.
Where's the case? It's gone.
It's not here.
I thought you people kept it close at all times.
You'll never find it.
And you'll never find the others.
This doesn't have to be painful.
Funny.
I was the only one of us who ever believed there was good in you.
(LOCK BUZZES) Welcome back.
I have a request to see prisoner 014.
Last name Silk, first name Howard.
Yeah.
You're not cleared to speak to him, same as yesterday, and the days before.
Guess I'll just have to wait then.
For what? For that thing to change its mind.
(UNINTELLIGIBLE ANNOUNCEMENTS) OFFICER: Visiting hours have concluded for the day.
Feel free to submit another request tomorrow.
(DOOR CLACKS OPEN) Anna, what are you doing here? Hope you're hungry, because I've got enough groceries to last a week.
What's wrong? I'm fine.
- Love the hair.
- No, you don't.
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY) Okay, so this is about Marko? I don't want to talk about it.
I just want to get drunk and have a meal with my mother.
- So what can I do to help? - You can start by staying as far away from the mushroom sauce as possible.
Deal.
(MUSIC CONTINUES FAINTLY) I had my suspicions, so I looked at his laptop.
Oh, God.
E-mails, pictures.
Who is she? Oh, some dancer.
Designs jewelry, too, but doesn't sell much.
What what is it with these bohemians? Pick a passion and stick to it.
So you actually looked her up? Yeah, of course I did.
Broadcasts herself all over the Net.
No one cares about your cats, bitch.
(EMILY PRIME CHUCKLES) It's it's not funny, Mum.
Yes, it is.
It's funny.
You're funny, and he's not funny.
He's a bore, and everyone thought so.
Yeah, so, why didn't you say something? (SIGHS) Because your grandmother used to give me unsolicited advice, and it drove me bonkers.
I actually wanted to talk to Dad about it.
He's gone radio silent.
I'm sorry, Anna.
You were right.
He's gone back to his old ways.
I do miss him, though.
I know.
(ALARM BUZZING) (PACKAGE DROPS) (ALARM BUZZING) (BEEPS) (BEEPS) (BEEPS) CLERK: You will leave all belongings in my possession.
Purse, wallet.
Nothing on your person.
A-And where am I being taken? This lift goes to the Fourth Floor.
Management? They asked for you directly.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) (CAMERA WHIRRING) (DOORS CLICK) (ELECTRICAL BUZZING) Hello? (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Hi, Miss Burton.
Sorry.
Should have been waiting before you arrived.
Please have a seat.
And who are you exactly? I am authorized to speak on behalf of Management.
Are you Management? No, no, no, I'm not.
(CHUCKLES) No, Management doesn't come here.
I mean, they haven't for quite some time.
It's sort of a security concern.
No, I represent their interests from time to time on matters more sensitive than most.
So (GROANS) It has come to our understanding that you've been attempting to visit, on multiple occasions, the seized crosser known as Howard Silk.
I knew he'd been caught.
I wanted the chance - to interrogate him myself.
- Please, Emily.
It would help us a lot if you were honest with us today.
See, Management is already aware that you and Howard have been, um, associating during his time here.
Under the Konigsberg Act, you could be punished for the aiding and abetting of a crosser.
However, in this case, Management is willing to, uh, make a conditional exception.
Conditional? Congratulations.
Effective this morning, Bob Dwyer was relieved of his post as acting director of Strategy, and you've been named as his replacement.
What the hell is going on here? Do you recognize that woman? No.
Management would like to confess that they weren't entirely forthright a few weeks ago when you brought Indigo to their attention.
That woman's name is Mira.
She's the leader of this organization.
And Management have been aware of her activities for quite some time.
You're kidding me.
She's a terrorist.
In January of '96, she was the mastermind behind a bombing of our neighbors' embassy, which claimed two lives.
I'm sorry.
Why did they keep that from us? Shortly after the embassy bombing, a meeting was had.
Now, in the interest of peace between our worlds, Management sanctioned Mira's removal.
It was assumed she had been taken care of, but after this recent attack, we don't think that's the case.
Which brings us to today.
(EXHALES) At 0100, the doors briefly opened, and an offer was delivered from neighboring Management.
It said that if we were to turn Mira over to them, they would open up their doors, reinstating full diplomacy.
Y-You want me to find her? Yes.
These are the Schmidts, former Diplomacy clerks suspected of donating their son to that school in Potsdam.
Management believes that turning the Schmidts would be crucial in locating Mira.
And after I locate her? It is essential, for the restoration of peace, that you find this woman, and, I am quoting: "terminate her without doubt or delay.
" Why me? Give yourself some credit, Emily.
You connected Pope to the Indigo School.
Let's just say Management knows what team you're playing for.
Howard Silk was on my team.
- Yet, he was detained.
- Right.
Management has their own interests with Howard Silk.
I want him released.
- Excuse me? - He's just an Interface man from their world.
There is no reason for him to be locked up.
Okay.
Now, now, when did this become some kind of a negotiation? I think it just did.
Well, maybe you don't realize the terms of this conversation.
Should I be talking to you or to them? Which of you has the authority right now? (CHUCKLES) (PHONE RINGING) (YORKE SIGHS) Yes? Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Management will authorize the release of Howard Silk conditional to you hunting down Mira.
I'll need your verbal assent here.
Yes, thank you.
Wonderful.
No need to sign.
All this stays between us, of course.
Ooh, and you're not to speak to anyone about this conversation, your mission, or any, uh, hidden doubts, whatever.
You'll know your way out.
They'll be giving you a secure line to make any reports.
What what about you? You won't be seeing me again.
(CAMERA CLICKS OFF) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION) Ian, right? Good memory.
I usually catch amnesia when it comes to names.
Well, I'll take that as a compliment.
Nomi.
And that's not an easy one to remember.
Not seen your face in here for a while.
Back in London? No, I've been drowning here.
Work got you pulled in two directions? Mm, something like that.
Been promising myself a proper holiday.
Mm, same.
Company's been shuttling me between here and Zurich for the last six months.
(PHONE CHIRPING) (SIGHS) Time you took that holiday.
(SCOFFS) When the work is done.
(PHONE BEEPS) Yes? (WHIRRING) (BEEPS) (BEEPS) (GERMAN HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING) (DOG BARKING) (BARKING CONTINUES) (MUSIC STOPS) 11 days' hard work.
That's pretty cold, don't you think? Fucking clever is what they are.
By the time we had our lead on this guy, he was already dead.
Indigo are leaving no loose ends.
KROLL: At least they spared the dog.
Sweep the unit.
So, I have some good news today.
Against my advice, Management is offering the opportunity to send you home.
Once the Crossing's been reopened.
There would, of course, be terms.
You murdered a citizen of our world in cold blood.
- What terms? - They suspect your wife has valuable intelligence about this Indigo group.
You could help the cause.
You know, you people aren't the first to ask me to spy on her.
Alexander Pope asked me the same thing.
And my answer is the same one I gave him.
Hmm.
I dug this out of our old records.
It was recorded on your side.
EMILY: I've been very clear on this.
MAN: Emily, if we were to read your husband in, think about how much simpler it would make your marriage.
EMILY: I don't want "simple.
" Are you even listening? Your job is to keep me covered.
If you read Howard in, I'm blown.
Don't go fucking promoting him.
MAN: He's unhappy.
EMILY: I'll look after my husband at home.
You do your job, I'll do mine.
He's not to be in Strategy.
You hear? Not now.
Not in the future.
Not ever.
(CLICKS) You don't have anything to say? What am I expected to believe? Why are you doing this to me? I'm trying to open your eyes.
You only see her the way you want to see her.
When are you gonna see your wife for who she really is? EMILY PRIME: I promise not to take up too much of your time, Frau Schmidt.
Take all the time you need.
It's not every day I talk to someone from the Office.
- Do you miss it? - Well, naturally, you miss being at the center of progress.
But honestly I'm happy to be free of the burden.
(DOOR OPENS) This is Emily Burton, Deputy Director of Strategy.
George Schmidt.
Nice to meet you.
What are you here for? Maybe we should all sit down.
I was hoping to be able to talk to you about your son.
Our son was lost to the flu.
I have a daughter.
She was lucky to survive.
She should count her blessings.
Our son died 21 years ago to the month.
What does his death have to do with Office business? We've come across some revealing intelligence.
As I'm sure you're both aware, on rare occasions, there are those who are able to slip across the line using false visas.
We have every reason to believe that your son did exactly that, and has been operating for years on their side under an illegal program we know as Indigo.
You're not making any sense.
This institution trained your son and dozens like him to imitate his other.
(LAUGHS) That is absurd.
Are you listening to this? I'm offering you the opportunity to be reunited with your son.
To make up for the years lost.
How dare you come in here reopen our wounds with this false hope.
Please stop protecting these people.
If you cooperate with my investigation, I will do everything in my power to reunite you with your son.
If you don't help me, I can't help you.
Our son is dead.
We buried him a long time ago.
(CLOCK TICKING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) (WINDOW SLIDES OPEN) Request to see prisoner 014.
- Last name Silk.
- (TYPING) (BEEPS) Uh, you're cleared.
Deputy Director.
(KEYS JANGLE) (SIGHS) You shouldn't be here.
I've made a new deal with Management.
It's gonna be on different terms from now on.
Please.
They think my Emily is somehow a part of all this.
And they want me to spy on her.
Howard, do you, do you think it's somehow possible that there's more to her than we know? I don't know what she is.
Did you know that apparently she has been the one stopping me from being promoted? All these years every time I went upstairs and was crushed, it was all because of her.
I'm so sorry.
I-I've just been trying to understand why she would do that.
Maybe she had a reason.
What could excuse that? I'm not trying to excuse it.
I'm saying maybe there was another side.
Why are you defending her? Maybe I had a reason when I did the same thing.
No, I He's Uh, our lives were already different before then.
No, they weren't.
He was an Interface man.
I was in Housekeeping, just like the two of you.
And every time he applied to Strategy I intervened.
Why? It's obvious, Howard.
I was protecting him.
I was protecting our child, and as time went on, I was protecting our whole way of life.
When was I supposed to tell him? When I knew that the day he found out the truth would be the day he'd The day he would leave you? And he did.
I would not have left.
(WHISPERS) You don't know that.
I do know that.
I don't just quit on people I love.
Well, maybe that's where you're different.
Howard, the people who run that School are still out there.
If you won't confront the truth about your wife, we can't stop them.
(CHUCKLES WRYLY) The truth? What good did the truth do him when he found out? When he found out about you, he lost everything.
His wife.
His daughter.
Everything.
You were the one who said "Maybe love is seeing someone for who they'd rather be.
" I wonder if you have the courage to see her at all.
Don't come back here.
(VEHICLE PASSING) (GUN CLICKS) Can you really get him back? My son.
If I help you, do you really think I can see him again? Look, there are no guarantees.
But if you cooperate, I'll do everything in my power.
What do you want? Mira.
(TAKES DEEP BREATH) I would need protection.
And your wife? No, she cannot know until it's done.
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) Okay.
Give me the night.
I will be in touch.
Hey.
(CAT MEWS) I forgot these.
(EXHALES) Congratulations on your promotion.
You all right? Eh, not particularly.
You? I've really hurt you, haven't I? Do you remember what I said on the way back from the embassy? Yes, I know you were right.
The temptation is too much.
I thought I could handle it meeting his other.
I thought I thought I hated him enough.
(CHUCKLES) Thanks for the keys.
There's a mission I need your help with.
I don't think that's a good idea.
It comes directly from Management.
I don't want to hear it, Em.
It's a chance to take the fight directly to Indigo.
They've given me a name.
Mira.
The one who killed those children.
The one who ordered the attack.
Ian, our best work has always been together.
I want you to be there when we bring her down.
She can't get away this time.
(DIALING) (LINE RINGING) (PHONE BEEPS) (PHONE RINGS) GEORGE: I will meet Aldus Fray at 2:00.
(DOOR CHIMES) He's here.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Stairs.
Fifth floor.
Fifth floor, left.
What now? No one moves until we have confirmation that Mira's inside.
This may be our only chance.
That's odd.
What's odd? EMILY PRIME: He closed the blinds.
When he just opened them moments ago.
Perhaps it's a signal.
I don't like it.
She could be in there right now.
We don't have confirmation.
KROLL: So let me get confirmation.
Eli, stand by.
Ian, I think we should go.
It's not your call.
Stand by.
Fuck this.
EMILY PRIME: Eli, no.
Shit.
EMILY PRIME: What the hell is going on in there? Eli! Fray's on foot.
Cut him off at the stairwell.
(DOORKNOB RATTLES) - Get down! - (GUN CLICKS) - Cover the exits.
- Copy that.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) Aldus.
It's not you we want, okay? (TRAIN HORN BLOWS) I can protect you.
We can help each other.
Of course it was you.
No! (THUDS) (WOMAN SCREAMS) (SIGHS) Is he all right? Medics are on their way.
He'll be fine.
Good.
I'm relieving you of your duty.
I trust this is the last you'll ever speak of this.
RAVI: Emily, Ian.
SHAW: Oh fucking hell.
These are files from the Office.
SHAW: Ravi, see what you can salvage.
That's how they get to people.
Must have been years of operational data here.
Look at this, Ian.
This we can use.
I'll have Ravi run the address.
Look at that.
It's not Mira, but it's a start.
(DOOR OPENS) We haven't sent anyone to our black site in a long time.
Its methods were considered out of date.
In your case, I have no option but to think it's necessary.
Are you sure this is what you want? OSMAN: Prisoner 014 continues to be uncooperative.
The methods at my disposal have proven to be ineffective.
It is my opinion that Mr.
Silk's position will not change under the conditions of his current confinement.
(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT CHATTER) OPERATOR: He's ours for the time being.
What is your recommendation? Send him to Echo.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Silk is going to Echo.
Thank you.
Why did I do that? Tell them to send him there.
For me.
There's someone else at Echo? Someone you want to find? I don't have the case.
Juma hid it somewhere.
If you hear anything, you'll let me know.
Osman? Okay.
It's only us now.
Aldus is gone.
(DOOR OPENS) Ravi's with our friends in the Polizei.
Won't be difficult constructing a narrative, considering Fray's mode of departure.
Good work.
Thanks.
Something on your mind? Why did Management choose me? Ever stare into a camera and try to ask what it was thinking? He knew me.
Fray.
He-he recognized me, like we'd met before.
But how? They've been doing surveillance on our side.
Look.
SHAW: It makes sense.
They're probably watching all of us after what happened at the School.
No, Ian, look at the timestamp.
This was taken when I was in the clinic.
This can't be me.
It's her.
My other.
She was here.
In our world.