أول 200 سطر.
You're fading, Mother. The future is bolder than you.
It's done. The science is secure.
Mr. Westmorland will see you now.
P.T. Westmorland.
He lives here with us.
You'll have full access to the lab. Go! Save your sisters.
- What are you looking for? - Anything we find will of course be
proprietary, but she isn't.
She's yours.
Everybody says I can't trust you.
She won't even tell me what Rachel did to her,
- and I'm meant to send her back? - Keep the faith.
We're not without allies.
No, no, we're not giving up where Helena is.
Wake up, Mommy. Wake up!
Kira?
There's something in the woods, Cosima.
Hello, Susan.
You're looking much better.
Colour in your cheeks.
See what I brought you?
Slippers.
Floors can be chilly.
You'll be up and about soon.
You turned my daughter against me.
We treated you
with synthetic, platelet-derived
growth factor.
Wound healing.
I'm not dead.
Why?
Because I need you.
Hi, Chomper. Hi, Crazylegs.
Where's Daisy?
I don't know. Where is Daisy?
- Daisy! - Daisy!
Daisy!
Daisy!
Let's go.
No. Something's not right. Come on.
Daisy?
She's bleeding.
Who left this out here?
HEY! You shouldn't be here!
Come on, back to the village.
Hurry!
Hurry, come on!
- Can we talk a bit? - Gonna be late for gym class.
- No, you're not. No. - Yes, I am.
Look. I'm not happy
sharing you with Rachel, and you just make it worse
- when you don't talk to me. - She didn't hurt me.
Have you seen my Grey runners for gym?
- Can you tell me what happened? - She clipped my fingernails.
- Your fingernails? - Yes, and...
she took some blood, and she talked a bit.
- What did she talk about? - Science stuff.
And she gave you a mouse to take home?
Yes.
Have you seen my Grey runners or not?
- Thank you. - Come here.
Gonna munch on you.
Ow! Ow!
- What happened? - Uh, nothing.
- Come here. - No.
Ugh!
Oh, my God, babe, what did she do?
- Nothing! Let me go! - What did she do?
Hey. What do you got?
Man: Hey, I've got the stuff. Come by when you're ready.
- Fine. Yeah. We'll stop in. - Leave me alone!
- Stop it! Don't worry about it! - What's going on?
- Hey! What happened?! - Stop!
What do you mean, "don't worry about it"? Look at this! Look!
- What? - Rachel bloody
vivisecting her! Look at that!
- Oh, my God. - Ohhh...
Kira.
Look at me. What did she do to you?
It was me! I cut myself!
- Stop blaming Rachel! - Why? Why?
I wanted to see how fast I could heal.
It doesn't hurt!
Can I please
go to school?
Um, honey, go upstairs, will you? Just, um...
You know where we keep the Band-Aid,
- just get the whole tub. - Um, OK.
Felix, you take care of the school today.
And you're gonna pick her up afterwards
and take her to yours for a sleepover.
No! No!
And stay awake, someone's coming to visit you.
- Who? What are you up to? - S, what are you doing?
You get your stuff, you're coming with me!
I'm not going anywhere. Did you see that?!
I'm not leaving her right now!
We have three days,
three days 'til her next visit to Dyad, and we have nothing.
We need some leverage, some... We need anything,
- and I have a lead. - What's your lead?
It's our best chance at helping Kira.
Too many memories here.
Imagine how I feel.
Remember your greenhouse?
Oddly, you let everything die.
Ah.
Well, you were the one with the green thumb
And your hands never get dirty.
No.
Only my beautiful, filthy mind.
Still got that, do you?
Hm.
I know you've had a breakthrough.
That's why you're doing this.
But I am finished with you, Percival.
I can never forgive you.
Oh no, don't say that.
- Ira. - Hello, Susan.
Think about it, Susan.
We can't let our history
stand in the way of the future.
P.T. Westmorland.
Born in 1843, allegedly.
Educated Eaton and Cambridge.
Member of the Royal Geographic Society
where he published a number of papers.
We've been antiquing.
"The Management of Reproduction
in Feebleminded Populations by P.T. Westmorland."
I mean, of course, it makes sense.
He was one of the original eugenicists.
Good work, Scott.
Also studied primitive societies in 1894.
He disappears into the jungles
of Borneo never to be heard from again.
Presumed dead, 1898.
It's all here. I cracked her email.
- And the window's today only? - Mm-hmm.
But I don't get it. What's this person's connection
to all this?
Right, need to know basis.
What are you two up to?
Keep pushing on P.T. There must be
some record of him in the last 100 years.
- He might have assumed a new identity. - Publishing under a pen name?
Yeah. So when we get back, can I have a timeline?
Neolution from day one.
Where are you guys going?
Do you think she tells me anything?
Guy in the ball cap?
It's fine, we're not being followed.
There was a black sedan, but I lost him back at the house.
Wanna tell me what we're doing here?
We're just going for a drink, you and I.
- Operational security. - Seriously?
- Would you like to see a menu? - Just a Scotch and soda.
Bourbon, neat.
- You were casing the joint. - So were you.
Birds of a feather...
Who's the mark?
You tell me.
Laptop, red wine.
Well done.
Elizabeth Perkins. Bit of a drinker.
She's got two DUI's on her record already,
but that's not the play.
She has a daughter. Hates her so much, she's suing her.
I need to be with Kira, S.
And you will be.
But Dr. Perkins may have the key to P.T. Westmorland.
Please trust me, Sarah, this will help, I promise.
But we need to get her ID.
- This is bullshit. - Sarah, please.
- Not here. - Well, where then?
You wanna talk about it somewhere else? I'm sick
of your bloody secrets! I'm sick of it!
- Here we go. Look... - Don't! I'm not a child.
Stop acting like one. It's not always about you. You're just...
Excuse me.
Oh my!
Are you alright?
I'm so sorry.
- Did we get it on you? - No, no, no.
It's... it's fine.
It's your daughter, I take it?
I'm-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
At least, she's talking to you. Silence is worse.
At least it's quiet.
Come.
You're gonna want another drink.
Thank you.
OK. Big breath. Big breath, go, go, go.
Yeah!
Awesome volume.
You're getting stronger.
- What have you got there? - Oh, we found this
in the forest. Daisy the pig escaped,
so Aisha and I went out to try and find her.
Whoa!
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