- My side is expecting me home. - Meaning we're fucked.
Not if we send this one back in my place.
Ugh.
You failed a drug test.
You know that's not what this is.
Dad! I know you're in there. Open the door.
You're phone's been off all day. Mom's in the hospital.
- We've got to go. Come on. - Mom?
Perhaps it'll be simpler if we introduce ourselves.
I'm Emily.
You're better than him.
Your assassin friend... They want her removed.
She trusts me.
Perhaps it's time you actually
use that situation to your advantage.
You know anything about this group Pope is working with?
Fanatics. Inside our office.
He's been helping 'em move illegals. A long time now.
They want to bring over our guests earlier than expected.
Something's about to happen. Something big.
_
Purpose of visit?
Maintenance for the embassy.
Enjoy your stay.
_
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Howard.
Have you been taking lessons?
It's a red-letter day.
You may actually have your first win.
It only took you two months.
You got this.
Sequence is right there.
I'm afraid that was a mistake.
You were so close this time.
Is there a reason you're not walking out into the hall right now?
You couldn't just drop some intel in a locker
or send a simple cipher, like any other person, could you?
No, with you, I get...
these letters.
Like, uh...
Rilke, here.
And I can't make heads or tails of that guy.
All these years with you,
I'm still out in the cold.
_
Please sit.
Two men came to you recently.
Get a lot of customers here.
Not this kind.
One of these men is an agent of this world,
the other's from ours.
His name's Howard Silk.
I'd like to know what he was asking.
I don't remember.
Is this routine for you?
To betray your own kind?
You must be with the people Alexander Pope's consorting with.
What do they call it? Um...
the School.
Heard rumors about that place.
What'd you tell Howard Silk?
It won't make a difference, will it?
If you somehow compromised me or my associates,
there are things that must be made right.
When I tell you...
what happens?
You've already chosen your side.
A decade here,
three at home... Know what I know?
There are no sides.
We all go to the same hell.
Oh...
_
You want Anna?
Yes. Yeah. Um...
- You know who I am? - Yeah.
From pictures.
And you're... a boyfriend?
Living together?
- How long has that been... - Anna's on a shift.
Oh, okay.
Um... could you tell me where, please?
I'd-I'd really like to speak with her.
Maybe leave her alone, huh?
I'm her father.
That's not what I hear.
Okay.
Will you please tell her I stopped by?
Okay.
What do you think of the view?
Different, I imagine, where you come from.
There's no need for pretense with me, Howard.
I know so much about you.
I know your other sent you here in his place
as a result of his being...
grounded by the embassy.
He didn't tell you about me, did he?
No.
My name is Alexander Pope.
And you, dear boy,
are nothing like our mutual friend.
You...
you work for the Office?
They call me a runner.
I-I don't know what that is.
It means that, some years ago, I took a man like you
and made him into a man like Howard Silk.
So...
I should say, what, job well done?
I understand you've been spending some time with his family.
That's right.
Let me guess,
he didn't tell you about them either.
It's in his nature.
Perhaps he didn't want you mucking around in his affairs.
On that subject though,
if I may offer you a word of advice,
you really shouldn't be placing any trust in that woman.
Emily?
I can't speak for what she's like on your side,
but this one ruined him.
And I wouldn't want the same thing happening to you.
Maybe you don't really know her.
No.
Maybe you're right.
I just thought I'd warn you as a gesture of good faith.
Don't be shy, Howard.
If you ever need anything, just drop a letter on the lamppost.
You haven't the faintest idea what I'm talking about, have you?
He was right...
You're so plain.
Why don't you ask Emily about my signal plan?
Might surprise you what you don't know about that woman.
Working on a Saturday, Mr. Quayle?
Just found a few contraband items.
No alarms.
You're certain?
You know, it might be helpful if you told me
exactly what we're looking for.
Before Silk left, he asked me to follow up on a lead.
So I met a source.
A man who knows about the people funding Baldwin.
And what did he say?
He mentioned a mole.
Here?
Third floor.
High level.
I know every point of exposure from this floor.
If there's a leak, it's controlled.
He said it was high clearance.
There's only a few people that could be.
You, me,
any one of your boys.
How long did your source say this mole has been in place?
He said years.
Come with me. We're going for a drive.
_
I'm sorry to just come over like this, but...
I met a man today named Alexander Pope.
Oh, yeah? What did he want?
He told me I shouldn't trust you.
Well, that's rich, coming from him.
Look, I...
Got to be honest... I-I don't know
how this game is played, but...
it's obvious that things over here
with you are not exactly as they are over there
with my Emily.
Look, Howard, I really don't think you and I should discuss
your other life. I...
Please.
My Emily is a clerk.
It's pretty evident that you're not.
I want to know
how you became so different.
Okay.
Go ahead.
Ask.
You do what he does?
I work in Strategy.
Counterintelligence.
It's a different department,
but it's close.
How long?
Since we met?
How long have you been married?
28 years.
I don't know all the ways
our lives were different back then, but...
the woman you married...
loved you very much.
Where is she now?
About six weeks ago,
she was walking across the street
and she was hit by a car.
And a few days ago,
an assassin came to try to finish the job.
Were you...
really hospitalized for a drug overdose?
No.
Someone... did that to you.
Someone tried to kill you.
Yes. His name is Alexander Pope.
The man your other trusts, much to his detriment.
There's another name... C-Claude Lambert.
Does that name mean anything to you?
Why do you ask?
My other said that he believes
he's involved in this, too.
The embassy's compromised.
How can I help?
Emily, please, you said there are ways
we could help each other.
Somebody out there is trying to kill my wife.
_
Toast and espresso.
Easy.
Ein Espresso.
Espresso...
...toast...
...and soup of the day.
No, I...
I didn't order soup.
Oh, yeah. Right.
My mistake.
Keep it.
Goes well with the toast.
A lot of security.
It's to keep eyes away.
Who exactly is this woman?
Her name is Alice.
She's a defector from the other side.
Used to be a secretary in Strategy.
What, you just let her live here?
She had valuable information.
Well, we gave her a life.
I'll do the talking.
Mausi.
You didn't call.
They tried.
You didn't pick up.
Oh, the winter garden.
I was in the winter garden.
We have one now.
Herbert is terrible with the planting,
but we have tomatoes in the winter.
Red Tea.
Mausi, you didn't.
We should celebrate.
I already hear the kettle.
What's that, contraband?
That smell.
I've almost forgotten.
You know, we took the seed,
tried to grow it here, but you just can't.
The soil over here is so arid.
Thank you.
So how are things at the Office?
I miss it.
Said to her the other day, "I miss the game."
- How is she? - Oh, she's fine.
We're fine.
But you're not, I think.
Coming all this way.
Do you remember when you came over,
what you said to my men
in Housekeeping, on our side?
Has something happened?
There have been some developments.
Recently? Something new?
It's possible we've been compromised.
A leak in Housekeeping?
Could be all of Strategy.
Mausi, are you certain that it's so high up?
Yes.
Yes, we're quite certain.
You think that I was right.
That's why you've come to me.
I don't know.
I told your men, I swore on it.
It's important that we don't make any conclusions just yet,
- we're just talking. - No.
It must be them.
If the leak is so high.
If there's a mole, it has to be.
Has to be who?
Welcome.
Try the mint. Fresh.
Dear.
- The roast? - In the oven.
The heat, not too high.
Yes, yes.
He always burns the roast.
So handsome, but a terrible cook.
Mausi, I tried to believe your men.
I really did.
It would be better if I was only fooling myself.
That they didn't really exist.
Who the hell are we talking about?
If Lambert is somehow involved in all this,
he must be receiving orders from our side.
So we're looking for Edgar Brandt, a courier,
who brings the embassy pouch back and forth.
So how do we go about this?
You happen to be his role model.
So you want me to talk to him?
Well, you did offer to help.
Does nobody shop around here?
Ever since I got to this side,
public places, inside, outside,
the whole city seems so vacant.
He really didn't tell you anything
about our world, did he?
There was a flu epidemic in the early '90s.
It was a fever that escalated quickly.
Within four years,
seven percent of the population was wiped out.
Seven percent of your world's population?
Yeah.
God. That's-that's like half a billion people.
Yeah, we almost lost Anna.
She was just a little girl,
and in the hospital for months.
Howard was a mess.
I just... I was paralyzed.
Couldn't even go to the hospital.
Is-is that when you started?
Just the pills at the beginning.
Anna got better,
but... everything else got worse.
I can tell by the way you look at me...
that you hold her in high regard.
She, uh, she had her rough times.
Edinburgh. Yes.
I remember some of it.
And what about, uh, Ian?
Will you tell him about-about this?
No.
He's not the sort of person
who would understand this, believe me.
You two are happy?
That's him.
Okay, all you have to do
is to find out the delivery address
of the pouch.
We find that, we find out who Lambert's working with.
Right.
Don't worry.
You'll be fine. I'll be, I'll be nearby.
Sure.
I tell you about this girl I've been seeing over there?
She's a lawyer.
I know her on this side, too.
All buttoned-up and quiet.
But over there...
You know, it's crazy they both make the same sound when they finish.
It's like kittens trapped in a closet, you know?
I want to talk about Claude Lambert.
And some people he's working with.
You're-you're moving pouches for the embassy, right?
For Lambert?
Bringing them over to this sie
to a specific location?
Maybe it's best we don't talk about
all kinds of shit, you know?
These people, they're connected everywhere. Every floor.
Our side and theirs.
Could be you, this could be a test.
I think I need another drink.
You need something?
Oh, fuck.
Hello, Edgar.
You left without paying for your drink.
You two are working together?
See how quiet he is?
I think he's afraid for your safety, Edgar.
Now, look.
We both know
I have no fucking clue what's going on.
There is no need for that sort of language.
Someone tried to have me killed the other night.
I'd like to know who that was.
Who's Lambert consorting with?
I don't know who the pouch goes to.
It's just some fucking house.
- A house? - Yes, a house.
A mansion, it's two hours out of town.
- Who lives in the mansion? - Are you kidding me?
They-they don't even let us pull up the driveway.
I need the address, Edgar.
Potsdam.
Five kilometers past town. 47 Linchstrasse.
Thank you. You may go.
You understand, the Office where I come from,
we don't have the same structure as you do.
In Strategy, there's a board of directors.
They share power,
and they've been know to fight from time to time.
Yeah, I'm familiar with it.
Just before I left,
there was a dispute among these directors.
There was a man, very young,
had a proposal to exert
"quiet influence" on your side.
What does that mean?
It's a black operation.
Low profile. Long term in its impact.
They called this program "Indigo."
And what is that? It's a network of some kind?
- No. - School.
A school?
For children. They're chosen, trained, soldiers for their side.
They grow up and are placed here
on your side, as sleeper agents.
And management on your side approved this?
Management never knew.
It came from private money.
- Whose? - Fanatics.
Within the Office.
They hate your side for what you've done to ours.
Wait, th-the flu?
Is she, is she talking about...?
This is ridiculous.
Your side knows we had no part in that.
It's a conspiracy theory. It's been disproven.
Not to them, not to many.
There have been some assassinations recently.
People of interest.
It seems strategic. Targeted.
Mausi, this is exactly something Shadow would arrange.
Who's Shadow?
Tell me what you told my men, exactly as you said it.
Five years ago, I heard a discussion
a-about a vacancy in your Office, one they had created.
- So, they created a vacancy. - Yes.
A high-traffic position, director level.
They were going to expedite
the arrival of an agent called Shadow.
So that's our mole?
- Which department? - I don't know.
Y-You must know something, just anything, details.
No. I wish I did.
Mausi,
if Shadow is real,
everything is compromised.
All of our secrecy.
Even us.
Is that Mausi's car I see?
Hello, dear.
You didn't call.
Oh, he did. We were in the winter garden.
How was your walk?
Good.
I saw an owl.
The smallest, most beautiful owl.
Splendid.
- Did you see the fox? - No, not today.
We've had a visitor lately.
Yeah. Small little fox tracks.
Dear, the roast.
Already in the oven.
Yeah. The heat, not too high.
Yes, yes.
He always burns the roast.
So handsome but a terrible cook.
You stay for supper?
Can't. We should be going.
We've taken too much of your time.
Oh, please. Come on, stay.
Too much work.
But thank you.
Don't work too hard.
Mausi.
Are we safe?
Always.
Interesting setup.
When she crossed over, she wanted to meet her other.
And they got along.
Shadow?
Your men knew about this this whole time,
and they just sat on it.
If he exists,
I'll find him.
H-Howard?
Sister in the hospital? What a fucking load of shit.
- Who do you work for? What floor? - I-I...
You've been colluding with Emily,
hiding her research here.
- What-what is that? - Please don't insult
my intelligence. I'm not the fucking nobody you think I am.
Start talking.
I didn't know she was married.
I'm sorry, Howard, I...
By the time she told me, I was...
already...
How long?
We were seeing each other ten months.
Then the accident happened.
I saw you at the hospital
and made up the story about my sister.
You're a fucking civilian.
Howard, why are you carrying a gun?
- I'm despicable. - I'm sorry.
You love her?
Please don't hurt me.
And she loves you?
I'm sorry.
I hope your trip went smoothly.
These are your orders.
Relevant details.
Everything you need is in there.
What about the personal effects?
You'll get them when your marks are dead.
They're still alive?
There have been complications.
Problems with our assassin.
I'm working on it. You'll have to be patient.
_
I was in the year behind you.
We never met.
She talks about you all the time.
It's an honor.
I'll be in touch with additional instructions.
_
You know, it's probably best if you don't stay another night.
Right. Yeah.
Probably best.
I'm not her, Howard.
I mean, there's a lot we share, but...
there's a lot we don't.
Don't look for things that aren't there.
Do you think it's possible to...
truly love someone
without ever knowing who they really are?
Maybe we don't...
love someone for who they really are.
Maybe love is seeing them...
for who they'd rather be.
Good night.
So,
found your little stash.
That was a good idea,
hiding it with the nerdy professor.
Would've been nice to think he was just a mark,
but, uh...
apparently it was more than that.
I thought you were better.
Thanks for the intel.
Can I get you anything?
You get robbed lately?
Oh. Uh...
It's a long story, but no.
Have a seat.
Marko says you stopped by.
Yeah. I, um...
just wanted to see if you were all right.
What is this?
What?
Are you sick?
N-No.
Are you dying?
Just tell me that you have...
Oh, I don't give a shit.
Just tell me that's why you've been acting this way,
so I can just understand.
No, Anna, no. No, I'm not...
I'm-I'm not dying.
I'm not sick.
Then why won't you leave us alone?
After all these years, why now?
Uh...
I'm sorry, I...
I know I made mistakes in the past.
And I'm so sorry.
I-I-I regret...
so much.
And I know I can't just suddenly fix everything. I'm...
I know that. Anna, please.
Just wait.
For a few minutes, can you...
I don't know, can you just...
pretend you don't know me
and I'm not your negligent father,
not the guy who... left
and-and hurt you
and...
ruined everything.
Can we start over?
Just... tell me
everything about you.
And I'll just listen. I won't say a word.
Please.
Tell me what I've missed.
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