Counterpart

I've been very clear on this.

He's not to be in Strategy. Not now, not ever.

When are you going to see your wife

for who she really is?

She has been the one stopping me from being promoted.

Marcel got himself that Strategy job.

Mr. Silk's position

will not change under the conditions

of his current confinement.

Send him to Echo.

It's only us now.

Aldus is gone.

-Of course it was you. -No!

Aldus!

He knew me.

Look. This was taken when I was in the clinic.

This can't be me. It's her.

Bob Dwyer was relieved of his post

and you've been named as his replacement.

Do you recognize that woman? She's a terrorist.

You want me to find her.

I'll have Ravi run the address.

Where's the case?

You will never find it.

This doesn't have to be painful.

An outside specialist will partner with Mr. Quayle

to root out these sleepers.

Just apprehended Edgar Brandt.

It doesn't sit well.

Someone is talking.

Sorry.

Dinner at my father's. He likes to talk.

Well, I hope it was worth keeping me in the cold.

Edgar Brandt's been taken care of.

Too bad. I was rather fond of that chap.

Have you contacted the other cell yet?

-Tomorrow. -Should've been days ago, Clare.

You realize I have a husband to handle, a child,

a whole life I have to balance alone

while you, I don't know what out here.

They wanted you to activate them.

They were very specific.

- Thought you'd be more excited to meet your own kind.

Ah, I got to go.

Oh, just one last thing.

Um, a counterfeit visa supplier in vetting needs to be paid off.

They've been complaining about our debts lately.

I need for you to take care of it.

76 Glasgower Str-- uh, Clare?

Did you hear the address?

Can't you at least take care of that yourself?

I'm on the lam, Clare.

A lamb on the lam.

Help me, would you?

You're a peach.

Oh, here he is.

Hello, Lena.

We tried to wait for you.

Didn't try very hard.

No, we didn't, did we?

You know the extra rate for two.

I'm just here for moral support.

And it's still an extra hundred to stay.

Do be gentle with him.

Who said I wanted it gentle? I don't.

Get down here, you naughty girl.

Here we go.

She was rough.

Yes.

I'm starting to enjoy strong hands.

Really? My skin gets so irritable

with all that friction.

Darling, I wish I could bring you some of the treatments

from back home. You'd bloody die for them.

Oh, it's your turn to pick up the groceries.

You wouldn't mind, would you?

Just this week?

I let you meet your housewife crush tonight.

The least you could do

is handle your share of the workload.

She's different lately.

I can't place it.

She doesn't look at you the same way anymore?

Can we still trust her?

I suppose we'll find out.

What's this?

Immunizations.

You have to take them before you leave.

This place they're sending me...

Echo.

...do you really think it'll change anything?

I hope it does...

for your sake.

Well, I'm...

I'm not a spy.

Hmm.

Well, let's see.

"If you dream of sandy beaches

"and 30 Celsius sun, but your wallet is more accommodating

"of a weekend in Scarborough,

"how about the Blue Mountains of Jamaica

in a charming cottage called Papaya?"

I think I'm having a memory.

I think that, when you used to read to me before

from the newspaper,

you always read in a funny accent.

Right. Of course.

But sorry, I got to get to work.

And you left for work at 8:15 and I left 20 minutes later.

Yeah. I got to get ahead of a few things.

No, what I'm saying, Howard,

is that you were a man of...

oh, there's a word for it, uh, you were a man of habit.

Trying out some new ones.

Wait.

That was nice, I think.

Yes.

A little bit weird?

No, it was...

it was nice.

Loop on the left.

See you tonight?

Yes.

Thank God.

I was afraid we had the other you.

What the hell are you doing here,

in your other's apartment, wearing his clothes?

Who else from Section Two is over here?

Just me, Sandrine and Barnes.

Could be others, I don't know.

Relax, I've got both doors covered.

Remy, you can't be contacting me like this.

Yes, I have an identity over here.

There is a lot going on, and you don't want any part of it.

I am a part of it.

My op team was over here picking up details

on the Petahertz processors they announced.

Next thing we know, the doors are closed.

Everyone's being hunted now.

You know about this Indigo business.

Pope used our network to run terrorists.

-Nobody knew. -You trust me?

Of course.

-Then stay out of it. -We need to make a play.

No, no, you don't.

The Office grabbed Edgar Brandt.

He didn't last one fucking night.

These people have sleeper agents on the inside.

We're getting caught in the crossfire.

This is gonna be over soon. Okay?

The doors are gonna open. Just lie low till they do.

No.

We've got to find Claude Lambert.

The Office is looking for him.

If we get to him first, we can turn him over,

make a deal.

If I don't do something, I'm gonna die over here.

Any of us could be next.

I don't know how to find Lambert.

That's not what I heard.

That's why we came to you.

Okay, who the fuck told you I was over here?

-Sandrine. -Nice outfit.

Yeah.

We needed an Indigo trading chip.

Found her in Kreuzberg. A stroke of luck, actually.

She was staying in one of Pope's old safe houses.

We asked about Lambert,

all she offered up was you.

She's got to be worth at least one of us.

We'll trade her in, too.

But first she'll give us Lambert.

I will talk.

So talk.

To him.

Alone.

Spencer...

Please? Ah. Yummy.

Here. Good girl.

Oh, love you so.

Mama...

You're more stubborn than your father.

Here.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

I've got to go.

All right, just one last thing.

A counterfeit visa supplier in vetting

needs to be paid off.

They've been complaining about our debts lately.

I need for you to take care of it.

76 Glasgower Str-- uh, Clare?

Did you hear the address?

Can't you at least take care of that yourself?

I'm on the lam, Clare.

A lamb on the lam.

Help me, would you?

You're a peach.

You and Agent Shaw investigated

what was found in the Indigo safe house?

There was an address for a dacha.