Severance (2022) s02e05 Episode Script

Trojan's Horse

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[WHISTLING
"WRECK OF THE EDMUND FITZGERALD"]
[DOCTOR] Do you have them?
Thank you.
[RESUMES WHISTLING
"WRECK OF THE EDMUND FITZGERALD"]
[WHISTLING STOPS]
- [CARD BEEPS]
- [DOOR BUZZES]
[RESUMES WHISTLING
"WRECK OF THE EDMUND FITZGERALD"]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
[PHONE BUZZING]
- Hey.
- [DEVON] Hey.
How was the weekend thing?
Uh, good, I guess.
Although my innie fell off a rope,
apparently.
- [CHUCKLING] A rope?
- Mm-hmm.
Are you hurt?
No, I just got a little wet, that's all.
Jesus, it's like it never ends
with these guys.
Do you know what the fuck
actually happened?
I have no idea.
Fuck. Well, how's the old, uh,
"burning shit into your
eyeballs" thing going?
Uh, I still can't get it
to last long enough.
- Okay. So, what do we do?
- [SNIFFS]
Uh, just keep trying, I guess.
Do you have any other ideas?
- [DOOR CLOSES]
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Uh, hey, I'm sorry. I gotta get to work.
- All right. Bye.
- Yeah. Bye.
- Hey.
- You need to get your dryer fixed.
Yeah. Or you could just,
like, not live here.
[REGHABI] I can't keep
coming in and out.
You think they're watching us?
Depends on how dumb you've played it.
Hey, when do we keep going?
Maybe tonight. I'll decide later.
'Cause I haven't
remembered anything else.
Right. Well, maybe your innie has.
[EMPLOYEES CHATTERING]
[DOOR CLOSES]
You took the rest of the weekend
to recover?
I'm fine.
Will I be updating Father later?
He should hear it from me.
We have decided to spare him knowledge
of this contretemps.
Well, please let him know
that his daughter is alive and well.
[DRUMMOND] The medical team says
your tempers will rebalance quickly.
Good to hear.
Some residual trauma is to be expected
after such an ordeal.
Perhaps we could arrange
another obligement session this evening.
I said I'm fine.
[NATALIE] We're close, Helena.
What's he at, 78%?
Eighty-one. As of Friday.
It won't be much longer.
You can do this.
I'm not going back down there.
It won't be you. It will be your innie.
My innie who tried to kill me?
And then the other one tried to kill me.
They're fucking animals.
I'll just fake it again.
[NATALIE] We can't take that chance.
[DRUMMOND] We need to clean this up.
Milchick's many errors this weekend
have forced our hand.
And Father approves?
Father encouraged it.
[NATALIE] It's a risk.
We know this.
But there is no other solution.
Mark S. won't work without her.
And the work is
mysterious and important.
So we must give him her.
[EMPLOYEES CHATTERING]
[NATALIE] The Board
appreciates your sacrifice.
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
Good morning, Helly R.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Miss Huang.
What the hell?
Please follow me.
Mr. Milchick will explain.
[ELEVATOR DOOR CLOSES]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Is she
- Her innie.
[DOOR OPENS]
[MILCHICK] MDR.
Together again.
Come on in.
[HELLY] I need to know what's going on.
Like, right now.
[DYLAN] Where's Irving?
And why was he trying to drown me?
'Cause you're a fucking Eagan.
- Was she spying on us?
- [HELLY] Wait, what?
[DYLAN] The whole time.
It's called a Glasgow block.
- It allows one's outie to
- [HELLY] Wait, wait, wait.
Are you saying that she was down here?
As me?
Maybe she still is.
Hey, I repeat myself. Where is Irving?
- Yeah, where is he?
- I'm so confused.
Answer my question!
Excuse me.
Helena Eagan, in her executive capacity,
was conducting valuable research.
By stealing my fucking body?
Irving had no knowledge of what
management's intention was
in this action,
and in so doing, he nearly drowned you.
Our only option was permanent dismissal.
So he is dead?
No.
Irving B's outie has departed
on an elongated cruise voyage.
I don't give three dry fucks
about his outie.
[STAMMERS] She doesn't
She doesn't have the right to
ta to take my identity.
Have you ever heard the story
of the Gråkappan?
Uh, let's assume we haven't.
[MILCHICK SIGHS]
In ancient times,
the king of Sweden himself
was known to go incognito
amongst his people
in the hopes of learning
their true grievances.
He would don an old, gray robe,
a Gråkappan,
the name for which he was remembered,
to disguise his royal vestments.
Kier Eagan himself was known
to do so in his ether factories,
and Ms. Eagan
was carrying on this noble tradition.
This smells like horseshit.
Yeah. Swedish horseshit,
and Irving is still dead.
As I said, Irving B's outie
has departed on an elonga
On an elongated cruise voyage.
Yeah, I know.
Is he gonna come back or not?
He is not.
Wow. Some actual honesty.
You fucking murderers.
[HELLY] You can't do this to people.
It will take time to absorb
all that has occurred.
This went well.
Allow me to escort you to MDR
and help reacclimate you
to your work environment.
What in the abominable fuck?
This is you.
Hell no. I'm not going near that thing.
Dylan, please.
[SWITCHES CLICKING]
[DYLAN] If you're taking feedback,
I hate it.
[HELLY] Same.
- [COMPUTER BEEPING]
- [SWITCHES CLICKING]
Well, the ORTBO was a challenge
for us all in ways expected and non.
You mean like Jame Eagan's daughter
Gråkappanning us?
Careful, Dylan. Words have consequences.
I'd hate to rescind certain privileges.
As you can see, all of your items
have been moved
to your new work tri-stations.
Hall passes will still be available.
Let us have a funeral.
I'm sorry?
Irving is a person, and he's gone.
So,
we'd like to have a funeral.
Not a retirement party, a funeral.
Right?
Yeah.
A funeral.
Is this MDR's position?
[DYLAN] Dude?
Little help?
Uh, sure. As long as it's quick.
- Quick?
- [MARK] Quick. Yes.
So it doesn't take up the whole day.
[MILCHICK] Well said, Mark.
I'll see if we can
pull something together.
In the meantime, let's make some
forward progress on the files at hand.
Shall we?
Thank you.
Not you.
[SIGHING, COUGHING]
[SNIFFLING, COUGHING]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
Miss Huang, we need to ready
a bereavement kit for MDR.
Meet me in the back office.
[KNOCKING]
[HELLY] Mark?
Hello?
- I'm gonna come in.
- [INHALES SHARPLY]
- I'm coming in.
- [DOOR OPENS]
[MARK SIGHS]
[MARK] Hey.
Are you okay?
Uh-huh. No, not really. [CHUCKLES]
Yeah. This is seriously fucked up.
Yeah.
[HELLY SIGHS]
- [MARK SIGHS]
- [STAMMERS] You couldn't tell?
That she wasn't me?
[MARK] Obviously not.
What was she like?
Uh [SIGHS]
Like you.
Or you're like her? I don't know.
I don't know who you are, I guess.
[HELLY STAMMERS] Yes, you do.
Okay.
It's-It's not my fault
that my outie hijacked me.
[MARK] Yeah. No.
No, totally. I get it. It s-sucks.
- Mark
- [MARK] Yeah.
What happened to you up there?
Doesn't matter.
- It doesn't matter?
- [MARK] No.
Don't you want to hear
what happened to me?
[MARK] No, I don't. And, uh,
let's just try to forget it. Okay?
[DOOR OPENS]
- [SCOFFS]
- [DOOR CLOSES]
[PRINTER RUNNING]
I thought bereavement events
were for innies who die on the floor.
[MILCHICK] Yes.
Well, the Affections Index for Irving B.
was in the high 60s.
It will help the others to grieve.
May I say a question?
[MILCHICK] You may.
You shouldn't let them have a funeral.
It makes them feel like people.
That wasn't a question.
That was an opinion.
Unsolicited.
Your first performance review
is today, right?
That was a question.
I'll ready the refreshments.
You focus on the mournful signage.
[PRINTER STOPS RUNNING]
[MILCHICK] Today we honor Irving B.
Normally, when an innie
goes to be with Kier,
we hold a retirement party,
which they attend.
But given the sudden
and frigid events which brought us here,
that's not feasible.
As such, let us each take nine seconds
to silently remember Irving
and thank Kier for our time with him.
There. You may now lift your heads
and open your eyes.
We will now have a eulogy from Dylan G.
[DYLAN BREATHES DEEPLY]
It's hard to pinpoint
a favorite Irving story.
For the least fun guy in the world,
he was really fun.
He put the "dick" in contradiction.
One time, he was pissed at me
for watering down the toner,
so he put toner in my water cup.
He stopped me before I drank it, though.
He just wanted to make a point,
not harm me physically.
But I did accidentally take a sip of it
later
'cause I forgot he said that.
He asked me for help with something
near the end, and I didn't listen.
And in his final moments,
he would have been totally justified
in telling me to suck my own fuck.
But he didn't.
Yeah.
He was awesome, and I miss him.
Thank you, Dylan G.
A little sugar with your usual salt.
Thank you for your attendance
and your participation.
You may now briefly partake
in Irving's fruit head,
whose dark hair is courtesy
of the Black Beauty Watermelon.
From the country of Malaysia.
Miss Huang.
I thought I was going to perform.
Yes, well, I feel the theremin
works best in moderation.
- But I practiced
- You can play your piece for me later.
Yes?
[CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
You okay?
[DYLAN] How about you?
[HELLY] Okay.
[FORK CLATTERS]
You're not staying?
I gotta get to work,
but great ceremony, guys.
Seriously?
I mean, isn't it kind of over?
Mark [STAMMERS]
Just let him go.
- What?
- Irving was your friend, and he's dead.
- Why don't you give a shit?
- Because he's not dead.
He's just not here.
You two catch up?
What's that?
You tell her Ms. Casey's your wife yet?
Wait, what?
Yeah, I mean,
it's my outie's wife, but sure
- No, it's pretty crazy.
- [DOOR OPENS]
[HELLY] Mark.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Mark, what the hell?
- Why won't you talk to me?
- What do you want to talk about, Helly?
Uh, I don't know. Maybe the fact
that Ms. Casey's your outie's wife?
What are we gonna do?
Well, we're not gonna do anything.
Not gonna do anything?
- Seriously?
- Yes. Seriously.
Come on. We'll work as a team.
We'll figure this out.
- "We'll"? There's no "we," Helly.
- [HELLY] What?
- [MARK] It doesn't matter.
- Why?
- Why?
- Yeah. Why?
Because they are smarter than us, okay?
They know everything.
Me looking for Ms. Casey,
us wandering around,
meeting other departments,
mapping the floor, all of it.
They know everything we're doing
because Helena told them
everything we're doing.
That wasn't me.
- [SCOFFS]
- Mark, lo I'm not her. I'm not.
I'm me.
Helly.
And how do I know that?
You You don't.
You just have to trust me.
This is real.
Not everything here is a lie.
And stop being a fucking asshole.
Your first performance review
as Department Chief. Excited?
Very much so.
Shall we?
Natalie, just before we begin,
I was wondering
if I could have a word with you.
The paintings.
I want you to understand
I am grateful for them.
Truly.
If they're a measure of appreciation,
then I accept that appreciation.
I was just wondering
if you could share with me a little
how you felt
when you received the paintings.
Because I'm thinking
our experiences here
have been similar in some ways,
we face similar challenges,
and perhaps the paintings and the
somewhat complicated
feelings they evoke.
Mr. Drummond's waiting.
Yes, of course.
Let us go.
[DYLAN] Okay, asshole. [SIGHS]
Guess this is it.
Sorry I let you down.
[SIGHS]
[DRUMMOND] Welcome, Mr. Milchick.
Today, I will be conducting
your monthly performance review.
This review can take
anywhere from two to six hours,
depending on the number of atonements
and approbations required.
If the review is to take longer
than four hours,
there will be a break for lunch,
with the order taken in advance.
Well, I hope that won't be necessary.
Here is the lunch menu.
Let's start with the positives.
You received the gift
of Kier paintings with grace.
Your attendance and urinalysis
are both in the excellent range.
Wonderful.
[DRUMMOND] Alternatively and sadly,
there have been three contentions
reported anonymously
which have been investigated
and confirmed.
Oh.
"One: uses too many big words."
Well, perchance I may
colloquially employ a
Anti-deflections will be heard
after the lunch break.
Yes, sorry.
Two: on several of your daily logs,
the paper clip
was installed back to front,
which led to a confusion as to where
in the document to begin reading.
Here are the incidents.
But the bulk of our day
will revolve around the following.
You brought in
a new refining team for Mark S.
which failed to coalesce.
You instituted kindness reforms.
Because I'm not Harmony Cobel.
Kindness reforms
that seemed to have, in no way,
deterred curiosity or idling by the team
once they returned.
You arranged an outdoor retreat
and team-building occurrence
which resulted in the termination
of one employee,
and the discovery
of the true identity of another
at great risk and harm
to the Eagan name.
Look, Seth, Mark Scout's completion
of Cold Harbor
will be remembered
as one of the greatest moments
in the history of this planet.
It will take place
under your stewardship.
That's quite a legacy you will leave.
[MILCHICK] Thank you, Mr. Drummond.
That means a great deal.
[DRUMMOND] This milestone
seems to have clouded your judgment.
I think it's time to go
back to the basics, Seth.
To remember these severed workers'
greater purpose
and to treat them as
what they really are.
[MARK GROANS, EXHALES HEAVILY]
[MARK BREATHING SHAKILY]
I'm tightening the leash.
[DRUMMOND CHUCKLES]
- [CARD BEEPS]
- [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
[MILCHICK] Hi, Mark.
Mr. Milchick.
[MILCHICK] I see you left work
six minutes early.
May I come in?
[CARD BEEPS]
How was the rest of the funeral?
Did you get what you needed from it?
Yeah, sure.
Hey, did Miss Huang take notes?
I can't wait to read
her article about it
in that newspaper you showed me.
What was it called again?
The Bullshit Gazette?
Hopefully, now we can put
all this grief and tumult behind us
and look forward
to some productive workdays ahead.
Oh, you mean
putting the numbers in the thing
- Refining.
- Right.
Yes. Does that sound good?
Whatever you say, Mr. Milchick.
Praise Kier.
Did you and Helly R. catch up?
We did.
Did you tell her that you
fucked her outie at the ORTBO?
Helena Eagan,
leader-in-waiting of this company.
Have a restful evening.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
- [EMPLOYEES CHATTERING]
- [MARK COUGHS]
[DEVON] "The workers were diligent,
focused on the task at hand.
Pleasantly surprised, I noticed
that not a single worker had a watch.
They simply referenced
a large standard clock near the door,
just hands and numbers
and cogs and purpose.
Your sovereign boss may own the clock
that greets you from the wall,
but you get to enjoy its ticking
and thus should be happy."
Yes.
Babe, it's the literal opposite
of what you were saying before.
Okay.
I I see how you'd feel that way.
But one point that Nat made was
[CHUCKLING] Nat, okay.
[SIGHS]
She said that innies tend to thrive
in an environment of structure,
and once that is established,
then they are more
open to self-expansion.
So I am just trying
to speak their language.
I know, but this sounds
like Lumon's language.
[RICKEN] Well, it's a Trojan's horse.
If I can get my ideas
to severed workers all across the world,
it might beget a revolution.
But these aren't your ideas.
These are not your ideas, and also
Whatever. [SIGHS]
And what?
Okay, Lumon hurts people, you know that,
and if you want to water down your work
so they can use it
for their fucking propaganda,
then you're hurting people too.
Okay. I will reflect on your words.
Thank you.
And also,
this is a fiscal and
creative opportunity
unlike any I have yet seen.
And I'm not inclined
to just walk away from it.
[CHUCKLES] Unless me selling
millions of copies of my book
and the life that that manages
to give us has somehow
lost its appeal for you.
Okay. Whatever. I'm gonna go to bed.
No. [SIGHS] Babe.
[DEVON] No, thank you.
[COIN CLATTERS]
[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING]
[SNIFFLES]
It's me again.
So, they fired me.
I think they knew what
my innie was up to.
I'm telling you to
I have to go.
Hey!
Hey!
You. Why are you following me?
I got this thing.
When somebody shows up on my doorstep
screaming my name, I wanna know why.
Call it a quirk.
You're with Lumon.
Why were you at my
house the other night?
I don't know.
It wasn't you at all, was it?
You're severed.
I got canned a couple of weeks ago.
When I pressed them for a reason,
they said my innie had an unsanctioned,
erotic entanglement with another worker.
They wouldn't tell me who.
Then you show up at my door.
You think we were an item?
Well, Fields certainly thinks so.
We had to cancel our trip to Milwaukee.
Thanks for that.
- Fields?
- That's my husband, Fields.
I'm, uh I'm sorry.
Yeah, well
And I'm sorry I came at you just now.
It's fine.
Maybe you could
[STAMMERS] I don't know.
What?
We got a ham.
We're planning to have it tomorrow.
Might be nice if you come over.
We could sit down, talk through it all.
You, me, and
Fields.
I suppose.
Great.
We like red wine.
Expensive.
[IRVING] Okay. Tomorrow.
You need a lift?
[IRVING] I'll walk. Thanks.
You sure?
I know where you live.
[CHUCKLES]
- See you tomorrow.
- Yes.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[MARK] Uh,
sorry there wasn't any eggnog.
Might be out of season.
What the fuck are you doing?
I needed some pressure points.
Things to rattle your memories.
- Knitting?
- Yeah.
She said it gave her time to think.
That her?
What I thought was her.
She's not dead. She's just not here.
Who's in there?
They know people at the morgue.
On the payroll,
- like everywhere else in Kier.
- [COUGHING]
You feel all right?
Mmm. Basically.
So, uh, are are are we gonna
One more day.
Usually that's best.
Usually? You've done this once.
I don't wanna rush things.
There's risk.
It's not an exact science, Mark.
I'm not sure it's science,
period, but okay.
You good on snacks?
For now.
Are they hurting her?
[REGHABI] I don't know.
[MS. CASEY] Your outie.
[MARK] What?
I didn't say anything.
[MS. CASEY] Your outie can
parallel park in less than 20 seconds.
Your outie can roller-skate with grace.
Your outie pays all of his gas and
electric bills
within three business days.
Your outie listens to music
while shaving, but not while showering.
Your outie prefers two scoops
of ice cream in a serving,
but they must be the same flavor.
Your outie once captured a butterfly.
Your outie is going to
[GASPS]
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