Dead Ringers

Previously on Dead Ringers...

I hope you're going easy on my Mantles, Silas.

It's a puff piece. Remember?

It's impossible to explain

this relationship, Silas.

Really.

I have learnt to only want things because you want them.

The center, the pregnancy. What was the point

if you're going to fucking abandon me?

Thought you didn't do this anymore, Elliot.

What Frankenstein shit

are you up to?

You have almost grown a baby

through the first fucking trimester.

Where's your sister?

It's just a shame.

She's my favorite.

Some old lady found in the gutter

on the back roof of that building.

Oh...

She'd been there for ages.

Fuck.

Genevieve,

I've left her.

Beverly.

She doesn't exist.

Beverly!

Don't go.

Beverly.

Hey, Beverly.

Morning, Beverly.

Hello, Beverly.

- Good morning. - If there's anything you need

just press the call button on your bracelet.

And someone will be with you as soon as possible.

You okay?

Yeah.

We're using an advanced form

of telemetry, developed here in our research center.

We can observe mother and baby

without any intervention.

Martha, that's the mum,

doesn't need to be strapped to a machine.

She can move around,

and we can keep an eye on heartbeats,

breathing, oxygen levels

without interrupting the process.

Move onto your back, Martha.

Okay.

Dad, get ready.

I'm right here. You're safe.

Come back to me.

Come back to me.

Come back to me.

Come back.

So, this

is a celebration of Beverly Mantle.

It's a success.

The Mantle Parker Center is officially a success,

and you are at the helm, queen of it all.

Am I making you very uncomfortable, Beverly?

Look at her blush.

Oh, babe.

We were looking at the patient

satisfaction scores.

Everyone is just so happy.

Through the fucking roof.

You are making everyone so happy.

- I... - The award. Beverly's getting an award,

- everybody. - Yay, go, Beverly.

The lab is publishing world-changing research

every single day.

Yay, go, me.

- You're having babies... - Yes.

...with a fucking movie star.

Maybe dial it back a little bit?

Yeah, it's like nothing bad

ever happens at the center,

you know? It's, like, women come in,

and they've lost all hope, and they're so

full of fear and panic,

and you just take it all away.

You just make it all good again.

I don't think that that's true.

Okay, okay, but, you know, if something happens

that's difficult or awful,

there are systems in place.

There's support available. It is all so

instinctual, so bespoke.

It's so fucking profitable.

It's exactly what you wanted it to be,

Beverly.

Yes.

It's everything you ever wanted.

I know.

- To Beverly. - Beverly.

- To Beverly. - To Beverly.

And to the Mantle Parker Center.

All that it is and...

all that it could be.

Here you go.

We want to continue with the rollout

of the Mantle Parker Center.

Three states, early next year.

Build on the success. Keep the momentum going.

- That's very fast. - That was always

the plan. It works.

You agree?

Are you happy, Beverly?

Yes. Yes.

I'm happy, too.

Where's your sister?

Do you have any idea?

You've not...

spoken?

Baby sister.

Baby sister. Baby sister.

- Baby sister. - Are you in pain,

- Beverly? - Baby sister.

That must be causing you pain.

Baby sister.

Come back.

- Or... maybe not? - Baby sister.

Baby sister.

- Baby sister. Baby sister. - Maybe that's the shock?

Baby sister.

Life is better without her.

- Baby sister. - Isn't it?

We need you to do something.

Um, excuse me, I just need one second.

- Beverly, are you...? - Could you just give me one second?

There you are.

Get up.

On your knees.

I'm sorry.

Silas Jordan is about to publish his article.

I want you to know that there was

a version of this article that effectively ended everything.

You, her, the center, Tom's career,

my reputation, Genevieve's

by association.

We tried to fight him on it,

scare the fuck out of him, but honestly,

- he has so much shit. - And of course,

publishing this will effectively un-cancel him.

He spoke to multiple colleagues of yours, of Elliot's,

who say that she takes drugs at work, that she spends

- her breaks in bars... - There's Alabama.

There's this whole...

beautifully written, by the way,

section where he talks about the two of them

getting fucked together in my living room

just an hour before she delivers my nieces.

Do you have any idea how much money

we had to pay my sister just to shut her up?

She started getting all incontinent,

fucking Erin Brockovich on our ass.

He's heard testimony from men who say

she gets them to show her their dicks

while their wives are on the other side of the curtain.

Yeah, I never followed that one.

Like, she gets them?

Like, they're flashing her in her workplace,

and yet, somehow, they're still claiming

that they're the victims.

And there's some dead homeless woman shit that is frankly...

Do you know about the dead homeless woman shit,

Beverly?

Beverly?

All of that might be fine,

might be manageable if we shipped her off to rehab,

kept her fully behind the scenes.

I doubt anyone's got the energy

to bring down a woman as brilliant as your sister

just because of some negative-value homeless woman,

and as for the rest,

most people have a significantly

lower-than-you-might-think "fuck off" price.

Like, we give Joseph ten grand,

tell him we know he screwed a hooker in 2001,

in some kind of 9/11

grief fuck, and would he like us to tell his wife?

And then we just watch his dick shrink.

But it's really the amalgamation of all of it,

and we need you to do something.

No.

Hi.

Hi. Are you okay?

I... really love your show.

- Oh! - Aw.

Well, that's so sweet, thank you.

- Hi. - What's your name?

- Tara. - Hi, Tara, I'm Genevieve.

Yeah, I... Do you think I could...

- Oh, of course. - Um, could I have some

- more water, please? - Oh, hi, you know, actually, the lamb

was not good.

Are you really not coming back to Rabid?

Like, it's such a beautiful animal...

It's a fun show, right?