Counterpart

There was a flu epidemic.

In the early '90s.

Seven percent of the population was wiped out.

That's, like, half a billion people.

We know that your world

had no part in the pandemic that decimated our cities.

Okay, Claude... -Was the topic off-limits, Fancher?

I wonder if there'll ever come a reckoning,

for what they did to us.

You know anything about this group Pope is working with?

- Lambert's part of it, too. - They're fanatics.

It's a black operation. They're called Indigo.

- A network of some kind? - School.

And are placed here, as sleeper agents.

After all the work that they did to place you here,

would you really risk this mission

when we're so close to the big day?

These documents were stolen from my department?

Whoever is getting information from your floor,

they're getting it from you.

It's Quayle.

He's the perfect spy.

How was your day, birthday boy?

This is your mother?

Is this her?

Yes.

And is this your father?

I'm sorry, I have to ask.

Do you know how to sign your name, Clare?

Or your initials?

Right here.

Listen up, everyone.

We have a new addition to our family today.

She's a very brave little girl, just like every one of you.

And I'm sure you all remember your first day here,

so I expect you to extend her the same kindness

you were shown.

Take a seat, Clare, over there.

Now, I would like for you to open your books to page 12.

Spencer.

Please read the first sentence of number one.

How come you're not outside with the others?

I want to go home.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

I miss my mom and dad.

I wish I could tell you they're coming back.

But you're old enough now to understand death.

Its finality.

The world is not a nice place, Clare.

You should know this by now.

It's time to shed the skin of your past.

Grow a new one.

Thick with anger.

I don't know how.

I watched a nature program recently.

It was very sad.

It was about a gazelle

who stayed on the fringes of his pack,

who was the first to be eaten when the lion attacked.

But the gazelle in the center, who blended in,

she lived the longest.

And we need you, Clare,

to live a good, long life.

You're it!

Shut that off.

They'll never find us back here.

I'm Spencer.

I like your braces.

Really?

Yeah, they're shiny and cool.

I don't even need braces.

My teeth aren't so crooked.

So why do you wear them?

Because my shadow wears them.

What's a shadow?

They haven't told you?

You're it.

Come on, Clare.

On the other side of the door,

I can be a different me.

As smart and as brave, as funny or as strong,

as a person could want to be.

Clare? Come with me, please.

Where are you taking me?

You'll be all right.

Prep the anesthesia.

No.

She must be kept conscious.

What's happening?

Listen to me, dear.

There's no easy way to say this, but...

we're going to have to break your legs, and it will hurt.

Badly.

Is it because I wrote in that library book?

The hard part will be over quickly.

I promise.

How do you feel?

I can't move my legs.

You'll need to eat something.

I'm not hungry.

It's not about being hungry, dear.

I don't understand this.

I don't know what you're doing to me.

Tell me what you see here.

Me.

My father.

I've never been skiing before.

How come I don't remember this?

Because that girl in these photos is not you.

Of course it is, look at me.

Ten years ago, something happened to the world.

And very few people know about it.

It copied itself.

Split in two.

Think of it like a door you can walk through,

and on the other side is another world.

With another me, another you.

That's impossible.

I'm not stupid.

You said it yourself. You've never been skiing.

The people on the other side look like us,

act like us, sound like us,

but do not mistake any of them for the people you love.

These people are the reason your parents are dead.

They died from the flu.

They created that virus to destroy us.

Now, Clare...

the reason we had to break your legs

is because the other Clare broke them, too.

And from this day forward,

it's very important that everything you do

is very much the same as everything she does.

Why?

Because someday, Clare,

I don't know when, but someday in your future,

you will go to their world,

and you are going to hurt them

for everything they did to your parents,

and for everything they did to us.

I laid out your clothes on the bed.

You should get in the shower.

Is everything okay?

You know how I feel about birthdays.

Please.

You love being center of attention.

- Darling? - Hmm?

I just... my-my humidor is completely empty.

Oh, uh,

- you have more in the basement. - No.

Not the Montecristo No. 2s, t-the ones your dad likes.

- Peter, I just put on the sauce. - I'm sorry.

I just have all this work to finish.

Would you-would you mind?

If she wakes up, she's your problem.

Absolutely.

Thank you, darling.

Take the sauce off in 30 minutes.

Maybe someone's been breaking in

and stealing the documents at night.

Could be.

Could be the maids. Could be...

You know, it could be the childcare.

I mean, th-the-the leak could be from...

there's a number of different people who could...

You... C-Could you be a bit careful, please?

Look, we haven't got time for this.

She could be back within the hour.

- Bathroom in here? - Yeah.

This hers?

Yeah, it's fish oil. She's into that.

Smells like almonds.

Cyanide, Peter.

It's time we had a talk about your wife.

On the 21st of August, she lost her last baby to it.

Mr. and Mrs. Fancher placed a silver heart necklace

under her pillow in place of a coin.

Mrs. Fancher makes Clare's lunch every morning.

During her lunch period, Clare often trades

her potato crisp for candy or sweets.

Her favorite subject in school is art.

More specifically, watercolors.

Her favorite color is pink.

Villages on the plateau were repeatedly assured

there was little risk of infection

at their line of longitude, but today's tragedy

is another sign of the Munchen Virus' growing strength.

What's alarming about the spread

into the Balkan territories,

despite German border quarantines,

is that every attempt at containment

thus far has failed.

The death toll is rising and continues to rise

amid fear and panic.

Meanwhile, the chancellor is travelling back

from the Cologne Conference.

Her father is next in line to run Diplomacy.

She's not ready.

We still have time.

If we make waste of this opportunity,

it's on us, not the girl.