Ethel, stay behind please.
- How are you? - Like a Little fucking Orphan Annie.
Your attitude's gonna drive people away.
- What are you thinking about? - How much I love you
considering how little I know you.
Management gave you this life in our world.
Bring us Emily Burton.
Every room in my embassy
has been filled with stranded crossers.
When can I tell my people we are going home?
That's not up to me, Ambassador.
It was your side who closed the doors.
You want to find a way out of this?
You're gonna have to handle it yourself.
I left a gun in the men's room.
I think it's time you bring this to an end.
"Hi, Clare.
"The main server crashed,
and we have to stay at the office."
Clare, I love you.
I wanted so badly to see the dream become real.
Wait! No, fuck!
Peter...
- it's over. - She was Shadow.
- Where are you now? - I think this is Echo.
- There's shooting. - No!
- Em, slow down. - Something's happened.
- No time. - Em. Em!
You will never
get them to close the doors forever.
The blood of millions is on your hands,
and I won't stand by any longer.
I want to meet all of you. Together.
_
My terms are simple:
shut down the Crossing forever.
I want you to invite our neighbors for a meeting.
Tomorrow I will surrender myself and my father
to your custody.
I want to meet all of you.
Together.
The choice is yours.
_
For the Fourth Floor on your side.
You're going home, Ambassador.
You okay?
They want to meet.
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There are rules in place for a reason, Wesley.
Thought I taught you that.
I know I taught you that.
It's the same news, whether you look now or later.
_
She had nothing to do with this.
She didn't.
You're right.
But you couldn't keep a simple goddamn secret
from your simple goddamn wife.
We just came to talk to her,
but she got spooked, ran, took a fall.
It shouldn't have happened this way.
My condolences, Wesley Pierce.
You're officially dead.
This is your new life.
Your name is Ian Shaw, resident of the other side.
Agent in Housekeeping.
Sorry about the name.
They would've just set you up in your other's life,
but, uh, he didn't make it out of the flu.
I don't understand.
I made a deal. Beneficial to me.
The other side is looking to fill up their Strategy ranks.
They're buying defectors for a princely sum.
Smuggling them across.
- But I can't just leave. - You haven't got a choice.
Let's make something clear.
You belong to this job, Ian Shaw.
If you ever feel the temptation you felt with her,
want to confide in someone,
maybe want to run from it all,
think about what you see here today.
This job will kill you
and anyone you hold dear.
You okay?
Yeah. Where are you?
On my way to the address you gave me.
Alone?
- Of course. - Call me when you're close.
Look for me outside the freight entrance
around the back. Oh, I-Ian.
I've got Howard with me.
You're doing the right thing.
Fuck you.
It was five years ago.
The time of your wedding.
Yeah.
Where did you conduct the affair with Milla Castel?
Various places. Hotel rooms.
But it wasn't until yesterday
you realized your secretary was...
It was Lambert, told me that she was...
the agent who's been siphoning our intelligence
- all these years. - Shadow.
So I asked Howard Silk...
to get me a gun so I could confront her.
I only wish I'd gotten to her sooner.
Are you aware of any other agents?
- No, of course not. - How are we supposed to...
- God, he is so fucked. - So much for the golden boy.
- Oh, sorry. Um... - It's okay.
We searched Milla Castel's place.
She's definitely our mole.
Hidden caches. A couple of stolen documents.
Looks like she's been running Quayle for years.
It lines up.
Father-in-law's gonna hit the ceiling
when he finds out Quayle is being held this way.
Send him home. Guarded.
We'll call it house arrest until we figure something out.
Okay.
Peter?
What are you...
It's not true, you know.
That your life flashes before your eyes.
I just got one memory.
It was the first time Spencer smiled.
We'd been trying to get her to do it for ages.
Do you remember?
What-What's happened?
Yeah, I'd just come back from that trip.
As soon as I picked her up,
her whole face just lit up.
Do you think it was the same for her?
Maybe she got one happy memory before she died.
Who are...
Who are you talking about?
Milla, my secretary.
The one you had inside.
The one you had handling problems
like Claude Lambert, Edgar Brandt.
She was... she was shaking.
She didn't want to die. She...
But she did it anyway.
For your fucking cause.
I didn't know that was the plan.
But you knew there was a plan.
And you knew about Milla.
The very first morning that she had there...
she made me a cup of tea,
exactly as I take it.
I was so impressed.
That was you...
wasn't it?
You told her.
They wanted her to do a good job.
Yeah, well, she did.
She was fucking perfect.
Just like you.
So why was she expendable?
Why not let me take the fall?
Because you're important, Peter.
Do you pray, Howard?
I'm not really religious.
I do.
Perform salat every day.
Not for answers... I'm smart enough to know
that if I ask for something, it won't magically appear.
No, I pray for clarity.
That I'm on the right path, and I should trust my instincts.
Well, you know I didn't kill anybody.
I know. Mr. Quayle was just asking you to get him a gun.
It wasn't the murder weapon.
Now, see, if he'd come to me, you wouldn't have been involved,
but for some reason he wanted to handle this himself.
Handle what?
His secretary was a sleeper agent.
She was the one who murdered four guards,
as well as a source we apprehended.
He tried to confront her. Now she's dead.
They warned me, after they read me in,
that I would wonder...
about their world, my other.
That's what people do, isn't it?
You just found out.
I didn't wonder about my other.
I thought about God.
Two worlds. Two Meccas.
If I pray toward mine, they pray towards theirs.
Who does God hear?
And then this morning, it hit me.
God gave us both worlds.
He's the creator of all things, and if all things
means two Meccas, then...
God hears us both.
There can be two truths.
Why am I still being held?
Because I see two truths in you, Howard.
One that says you're just an innocent nobody
dragged into this because of his wife, his boss.
But then I look at you...
and I know in my heart that there's a second truth.
I just don't know what it is.
Anyway, I called your wife.
- You... you what? - She's coming into the Office
to confirm a few details about the woman who's died.
When she leaves, you can go with her.
You'll both be guarded from here on out.
Guarded? Why?
Because she's very important.
And because I feel like I should trust you.
But I don't.
No. There's no stopping those two.
Wait. Now, wait, here he comes.
I knew Echo was a classified prison.
I had no idea it was like this.
What did they do here?
They, uh...
extracted memories.
They...
I didn't think I would see you again.
... this team.
Watch out, here he comes...
I wasn't actually looking for you.
I was looking for Indigo.
Their leader's a woman called Mira.
Top of Management's most wanted.
Why would they do this?
I don't know.
And I don't know how they found this place.
No one knew the location of Echo.
Of course.
What?
Do you know that man?
Osman Parash.
Worked at the Office.
And for Mira, evidently.
He gave me these pills...
before he sent me here.
Said they were immunizations.
I should have...
What if that was some kind of...
What if I'm the one who...
I wonder if there's been a moment in all of this
when I wasn't being exploited.
What about the man they left with?
Yanek. Uh...
I-I can show you.
38-17.
Saracens will be playing Division One rugby again
next year, and...
_
Is he home?
He's sleeping. What are you doing here?
Dad?
Get up.
Roland.
What-What's going on?
They've called us in.
Change your clothes. I'll wait for you outside.
You sure you're not hungry?
Did you know?
What?
About his secretary.
The running around.
Is everything all right?
I heard about your confession.
Lines up pretty nicely
to that stupid car accident.
Roland, that had nothing to do with this.
So I ask you again, Bunk.
How long have you known about his affair?
Dad, stay out of this.
You stupid fucking moron.
Do you have any idea how this makes her look,
how it makes me look?
We who brought you into this family.
- I'm so sorry. - I endorsed your promotion.
I brought you in on every high-level Diplomacy meet,
and Management, all so you could prove your...
I did it because my daughter was in love with you.
Because I thought she should be with a decent man.
Not because you deserve it. You don't deserve any of this.
I know. I've completely faltered.
There's no excuse, I'm-I'm...
People are dead!
- Because of you! - Dad...
I don't think I should be hearing this.
How could you let him run around like this?
Roland, it's not her fault.
Shut up!
Why didn't you come to me?
Brought Spencer.
Leave him in the dust.
I thought I raised you to be stronger.
Raised me?
Get in the car.
What did you say?
About raising me?
- Clare. - No.
Say it again.
I thought I raised you to be strong.
To stand up for what you believe in.
To stand up to little men like this.
Not chase him around and-and clean up after his mess.
You don't know the first thing about me.
You see me for who you want me to be.
That's all you see.
And when I fall short of some false expectation, I'm to blame.
I'm not that little girl
you used to go skiing with in Zermatt.
The one who loved romance novels and wore a lot of pink.
I stand here in my own life,
the one I built for myself, so don't you dare walk in here
and judge me for the choices I made,
the man I chose to marry.
You have no power over who I am.
Get in the car.
The other side sent Ambassador Sy home this morning.
Do-do you think they want to reopen the doors?
Do you even realize how everything you do
reflects right back on me?
I do. Yeah.
I recommended you for director.
Yeah, I know, and I will fix this.
Good. You can start by leaving her.
- What? - Come on, Peter, please.
She's too devoted.
She doesn't know what's best for her.
If she did, she would've left you a long time ago.
She never used to be like this.
Primary school, other kids would make fun of her
for the way she drew her S's. She didn't care.
She came home, she laughed it off.
She doesn't laugh anymore.
Maybe it's the baby, I don't know.
She puts on this smile,
but I can tell she is not happy.
You're never gonna change, Peter,
and neither is she.
So I am begging you, leave her.
So she can be herself again.
_
Hi. I'm Nicole. We spoke on the phone.
Nice to meet you.
I work for Naya Temple. Thanks for coming.
Please.
We had a pretty long night.
I think I remember this place.
That's what we are hoping.
Tell me when you're ready.
I'm ready.
Is this Shadow?
I don't know.
It could be... maybe.
She-she had dark hair like her.
So, maybe, y-yes.
Oh, I...
Can you tell me anything else about her?
She was a secretary in Strategy. Milla Castel.
She worked for one of our deputy directors,
- Peter Quayle. - Quayle.
I never worked under him.
A different division.
But that makes sense, somehow.
How?
Whoever Shadow was,
she was definitely close to Quayle.
There were documents
that came directly from his department,
his desk, even.
I'm sorry. I can't remember anything else.
This was very helpful.
We have to be careful now.
The source you gave me, Claude Lambert,
was killed by this woman, in our custody.
Indigo's likely going to react to her death.
I'm gonna have you guarded from this point forward.
You think that more is gonna happen?
I do.
Hello?
I need to see you.
Okay. When?
I'll pick you up at Lichterfelde West station
in an hour.
I'm glad you came.
I'm glad you called.
You okay?
Yeah, just a rough morning.
- Where are we going? - To meet some friends.
She shouldn't be here.
We need all the help we can get right now.
Doesn't she have other work to do?
I made the call.
Whatever.
- What was that? - Don't worry about it.
Clare?
Amelia.
Mikael.
Carrie.
This is your cell?
You've all been together all this time?
Our placements didn't require isolation the way yours did.
We were lucky.
Don't listen to him.
We got each other, you got the glory.
I've missed you so much.
Yeah.
I've missed you all, too.
Hello, Clare.
Ethel.
It's an honor to see you.
Let's work fast.
We don't have a lot of time.
This slip was registered in Milla's name.
We have to clear everything out
before they start digging through her records.
What is this?
Our last steps.
By now, Mira should have Management gathering together,
so we've got to be ready.
Ready for what?
Can you grab the other end?
Yanek ran this place,
but he was also a prisoner.
He and this group of scientists were here
when the Crossing began.
They were the first to experiment with it.
This... this girl.
I know this face.
This is Mira.
Look at the resemblance.
She's his daughter.
But the effort of finding Echo to-to break him out.
That's not just a little girl looking for her daddy.
Why? Why was this man a prisoner here?
He only said it was
penance for a crime committed long ago.
You said these scientists knew
about the Crossing from the beginning?
Yes.
Maybe...
Maybe this is Management.
The same people in both worlds.
It'd certainly explain why they have to hide their faces,
and Mira's father is one of them.
So you think it's possible that all these men killed here today,
the children at that school, the attack on my wife,
all stems from some... family squabble on the Fourth Floor?
I don't know. I'm out of my depth.
That's the way I've felt since this whole thing began.
Yep.
Okay.
Yeah, I'll meet you there.
Howard, that was Ian.
He's close.
I'm...
I'm sorry, it had to be him.
He's the only one I can trust.
Emily...
I won't be a prisoner anymore.
I'm not going back into anyone's custody.
Not after all this.
Okay.
I understand.
I'll tell him.
Mr. Quayle.
- Ah, Mr. Silk. - They let you out, I see.
Yeah. Thank you so much for your help yesterday.
Excuse me. I have a meeting.
Hey, hey, hey, we're not out of this.
Okay. She has us.
I got to talk to your wife.
S-Sorry. You need something from me?
Like it or not, we are in this together, okay?
I got to find out what Clare's group is gonna do,
or Temple will bring us both down.
Get some rest, Howard.
You must be exhausted, a man of your age.
I worried about you all night.
Are you okay?
These men will drive you home,
stay with you at all hours.
You'll be safe in their care.
You must be exhausted.
So much coffee.
How long do you think
before they come knocking for the bathroom?
They're supposed to be helping us.
I brought you into all this. I'm so sorry.
It's not your fault.
Look at what our lives have become.
Did you tell Naya Temple
about that, uh, source that you met the other day?
Howard.
Emily, I-I wish you would let me in.
Maybe I could help you remember.
Okay. Sure.
I'll show you what happens when I do.
These are the people who were killed last month.
18 names.
Every single one of them, a member of my team.
I've been staring at these faces all week.
Friends, trusted allies,
every single one of them killed.
You really are the only one I have left.
I need to start piecing this together.
I need something to jog my memory.
Before something awful happens again.
Thank you for helping.
You didn't need my help.
Why did you bring me here today?
I just thought you might want to see the others.
After yesterday, the way you were speaking...
I know the years have been hard, but you're not alone.
We've both been alone.
No, see, we're not, Clare.
Our friends... they're around us even when we can't see them.
That's what Mira has built for us.
And I wanted you to remember that.
Did you know what happened to my parents?
I found something recently.
A recording from Lambert.
It was Pope's voice from years ago.
He told Lambert that my parents didn't die from the flu.
They were killed.
By Mira.
It's a lie.
I heard his voice.
She would never be capable of something like that.
After everything she has done?
Come on, Spencer.
She had my parents murdered so that I would hate this world.
Fine. So what?
Others' parents did die.
They killed millions, Clare.
You can't make a child understand millions.
It has to be personal.
Easy to say when you're not the child.
My parents gave me away to her,
like sending me off to summer camp.
We've all made sacrifices.
I killed my other with my bare hands,
used her life like a game piece.
And these others... they just look at me
like I'm some kind of hero for that.
What if we're not really the heroes?
You killed a nobody housewife
who would never amount to anything in any world.
You took her wasted life and gave it meaning.
I don't think you really believe that.
This world
has done so many cruel, horrible things.
We were chosen to right them.
And I'm thankful for that every day.
You should be, too.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
Clare.
This will be done soon.
We'll be free forever.
We'll get to be us.
And then what?
_
Hi, Clare.
Could you tell Spencer that I love her?
Stick to the script, please.
The main server crashed,
and we have to stay at the office
till the computers come back online,
so security can log us out.
Clare, I love you.
After you.
Let's get underway.
No one else knows about this meeting.
It isn't on the books.
It never happened.
As you probably know,
Mr. Sy has been returned to our world from the other side.
He brought with him a message.
Their Management would like to meet with ours face-to-face.
In undisclosed other side territory.
This meeting tomorrow will be the first
in person in decades.
Sorry, I just have
to raise a procedural concern.
Why is Peter Quayle in this meeting?
He's deputy director of Strategy.
Yes, and I'd say
his judgment these days has been rather suspect.
Wouldn't you?
Peter Quayle let a spy endanger his office and this institution.
How can we be sure that, by keeping him involved,
that Management won't be walking straight into the trap
- of these terrorists? - Well, you will find
no defense from me
when it comes to the personal antics of Peter Quayle.
Wonderful. Let's escort him out.
I would like to remind you, however,
that Milla Castel was exposed
and killed by Peter.
After a five-year affair.
Okay, this is an inappropriate forum to have this conversation.
You mean because it involves your son-in-law?
Okay. Well...
now we're getting personal.
Peter's job title has nothing to do
with the fact that he's married to my daughter.
Look, I know this office has thrived
on a certain inside way of dealing with things.
- Excuse me? - I'm guessing you call it loyalty.
Excuse me?
Loyalty. Yes.
Loyalty is the pillar of our work here.
There are foxes in the henhouse.
We must defend the integrity of this institution!
No, Mr. Fancher.
I've been watching this long enough to know what I see.
It's not the institution you defend around here;
it's the people hiding behind it.
People who look like you, act like you,
and prey on the blindness of the entire system.
Well, I don't look like you. So let me give you the facts.
There aren't just foxes in your henhouse.
You are living in a henhouse built by foxes.
And if you people don't wake up, then pretty soon,
- there's gonna be no hens left. - You're out of line.
We're gonna sidebar this discussion.
No, Roland.
She's right.
We are. We're completely blind to the people close to us.
We really are.
I couldn't see someone right next to me
for who she really was.
And that put everyone here in danger.
And when I found out the truth,
when I found out the truth about her,
I didn't do the right thing and bring her in.
I tried to protect myself.
My job, my status.
Things that I wanted.
Which is why I can't work here anymore.
Peter, what are you talking about?
It's the only way to ensure everyone else stays safe.
I'm the liability.
I'm sorry.
I resign.
This is Ian.
There's another car.
Goddamn it, Ian.
What the hell's going on?
Hello, Emily.
What's he doing here?
Thought our arrangement was pretty clear.
You haven't been in touch in a while.
Mira was right here.
With all of her people.
Who are these guys?
And why are they standing ready,
- like I'm some kind of... - _
Everyone stand down.
We're on the same side here.
Doesn't feel like that, Ian.
Not from where I'm standing.
You've done some great work, Emily.
Upstairs just wants to know what you've learned.
Maybe they're afraid I've learned too much.
Maybe they're trying to put a lid on it.
I assure you, that's not the case.
Put your gun away.
And come in.
I came out here to do the goddamn mission
you sent me to in the first place.
And we'll help with that.
- You can bring Howard Silk. - No.
I'm not going back.
_
Keep your gun on her.
I'm done being everybody's prisoner.
Stop, Howard. It's not about you.
You're right. It's not about me.
It never has been.
I shouldn't even be here.
Then step aside.
No.
You need to let us go.
Or we just take you out,
because no one gives a shit about you, Howard.
Ian.
No one is shooting anyone.
Otto, put 'em down.
That was so stupid.
What were you thinking?
Howard, Jesus.
I'm gonna go run a few errands.
Groceries. This and that.
On foot.
Unless, uh, one of you guys wants to give me a ride.
Worth a try.
Where's Spencer?
I just put her down.
Good. We have to go.
Go?
I'm alive because I'm important to them, right?
If I'm useless, then I'm dead.
What the hell are you talking about?
I quit my job today.
What the fuck?
I'm tired of getting yanked around on strings, Clare.
And, you know what, I think you are, too.
What you've done is put enormous targets on our backs.
Yeah. Also, Howard Silk's on his way, so we run.
It's not that simple.
Pack a bag. We get out of here.
There are guards outside.
Fentanyl, like we used on Lambert.
There's nowhere to go.
Hotels, safe houses. They-They'd find us.
I don't know, Clare! But we run or we are dead.
And, listen, I never gave you an ultimatum.
I never said, "Your cause or me,"
because I knew what you would choose.
But I'm leaving tonight, with Spencer,
and I want my family to stay together.
So you tell me, what's it gonna be?
We'll be safe here.
What is this place?
It's where I grew up.
On the other side, at least.
It was my home.
Indigo.
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