Counterpart

Listen, we have a bit of a situation,

- something we need to bring you in on. - Me?

Hi, Howard.

- He looks exactly like me. - He is you, Howard.

30 years ago, scientists, they opened up a passage,

the Crossing. When you go through this door,

you're in another world, identical to ours.

A kill order came out from my side

targeting people on your side.

Handle is Baldwin.

She's a contract assassin.

Your wife may be her next target.

When do you visit?

Every night.

I need to pretend to be you.

Why do they want to hurt Emily?

To send me a message.

By threatening my wife?

Why not yours?

My Emily's dead.

What on Earth have you been doing over there?

You don't want to know.

Something odd's been happening lately.

I checked your hours; you've been breathing a lot

of the other side's air, and I want to know why.

You know that conversation

is a waste of your time and mine.

Yes, do remind me that your clearance is higher than mine.

That's always such a turn-on.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

- What? - Two Bulgarians acting like

they didn't just come in together.

They're with you.

Midnight Station called me two hours ago.

There's a rendition order in your name.

- Jesus, Emily. - I don't mean to tell you your job, Howard,

but if you thought I came here to hold your hand,

you've forgotten what I do.

You have no idea.

Why is there a rendition in your name?

That's not what this is.

Your guys here are gonna take me,

make up whatever story they want,

and you'll never see me again.

Let's be honest with each other for once.

Tell me why you've been crossing over,

and I'll call off the retrieval team.

I can't.

Well, then, I'm sorry I can't help you.

Thank you for coming.

Please leave quietly with the nice gentlemen.

So you know...

I'm unarmed.

Hey, buddy.

That his blood or yours?

Neighbor's. Neighbor's dog.

No problem.

Good boy.

Did you get any sleep?

Long story.

What do you got?

Name.

Name?

Baldwin's real name.

That's it?

I asked him for network, bio,

possible crash pads on their side.

Tell this kid to stop fucking around, all right?

When you go back?

Soon.

I need you to keep him a while longer.

Okay. Yeah.

Pope wants to see you.

Okay.

Keep him away from the neighbor's dog, huh?

Look at her.

You could set a clock by her bowels.

I find myself envious of a dog.

Doctor say anything new?

Prostate.

Things we know.

You need anything?

Do I need anything?

You're so kind, dear boy.

No, thank you.

No, I'm quite taken care of.

Remember when these places

were used predominantly for worship?

Now they're reserved

for ghosts, I suppose.

Sad, really, what's become of our world.

Had an unpleasant encounter

with three Bulgarians last night when I got in.

Yes, I heard. Kolya's men.

What's my exposure?

If I'm walking into that building today,

like to know if someone's gonna lock me up

for killing three contractors.

Here's what you'll do. Go to the Office...

One of two outcomes.

Either you're taken for the murder

of three men on a routine rendition,

or nothing happens.

In which case, there was no rendition last night.

Someone was trying to kill you,

and they're now covering their tracks.

Either way,

I suggest you watch your back.

I managed to get you a 36-hour visa this time.

Don't ask me how.

That's it.

44C12.

36 hours. Safe travels.

Thank you for joining us, Emily.

It appears there's been an incident

that we need to discuss.

Why is Personnel in this meeting?

Three men are dead.

Bulgarian contractors

who were assigned to your operations team.

Bob, is this a debrief or an inquisition?

You were there.

I got a rendition call.

2330.

A message, that an agent had been recalled

and I should bring him in.

Who was the agent?

Why do I feel this is news to you?

Emily...

there was no rendition order for any agent last night.

Nothing went to the Midnight Station.

Our ledger's blank.

So maybe you'd like to explain to me

why three men from your team were found dead.

You having a hardship, Emily?

A hardship?

- Is everything all right in your personal life? - Can you not see

I'm trying to have a conversation with him?

We're going to need blood and urine.

One fuck-up, we can test.

We can't afford another Istanbul,

and neither can you.

I'm sorry.

None of this makes any sense.

Take a few days. We'll be in touch.

I'm here if you want to talk.

Fuck off.

You took care of his wife?

She's in a different hospital, unlisted and under guard.

What about him?

Yeah, he'll cooperate. He's been promoted to Analysis.

I want him with us.

Sorry, you can't just walk over here

and dictate the terms of this collaboration, all right?

I have Baldwin's real name.

Which I'm guessing is more than you have.

So let me make this clear.

Sometimes I'm gonna ask for stuff.

You want the name?

I want other Howard with us. That's the deal.

Before this, you were Interface?

- Yes. - Then you know what these are.

- Yes. - Take code from conversations,

find word in cipher phrase book.

We translate incoming words, not outgoing words.

That goes to outgoing department.

Outg... I'm sorry. Uh, we, uh...

we-we translate these conversations

into what, exactly?

Work fast. More folders come in the afternoon.

Silk.

Our mutual friend has requested your presence.

Now, let's get one thing straight.

You're only part of this arrangement

because of him.

You will not interfere,

and you will share nothing with him

about the nature of our work.

I don't really know anything

about the nature of our work.

Exactly.

So, what are we doing?

You're gonna find the woman who tried to kill your wife.

He's upstairs, isolated, under watch.

Put them together.

No one in, no one out.

Wait here.

Heard you got a promotion.

That's right. Analysis.

So, 30 years toiling in obscurity,

and now you're suddenly moving up in the world.

I'm sorry. Wh... Uh...

Why exactly are we in a concert hall?

There's a violinist named Nadia Fierro.

Italian-born, immigrated here in '94.

She's expected here for a rehearsal.

- You heard of her? - No.

On my side, Nadia is not a violinist.

She's an assassin, goes by the name Baldwin.

She's... the other her.