01x02 - Jules

[bunniefuu]

(tires screeching)

Stop! Let me go!

Let me out of the car right now!

(tires screeching)
Where are you taking me?!

Stop pretending!
If you don't know anything,

then why are they watching you?

Nobody's watching me.

Then why is there a woman
stationed outside

of your building with a g*n?

Who does she work for?

A woman who knows my name!

I don't know who that was,

just like I don't know
who you are

because as I keep telling you,

We don't know each other!

I would've expected you
to be a better liar.

I'm actually
a really good liar,

I just don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

What are you doing? Give me...
Give, give me that!

(breathing heavily)

Who is this? Neva Lee?

Is that the scientist?

No, it's my mom,

because I'm a kid,
and you're a psycho.

Give me your passcode.
I want to know

who you've been talking to.
- Yeah, right.

Okay.
- Give me your passcode.

Okay. It's B-U- - -S-H...

(grunts)
- Ugh!

(indistinct distant chatter)

(exhales)

(buttons beeping)

(exhales)

Josh, uh, it's Kira.

I'm concerned about the accuracy
of the machine.

I know we didn't have
enough resolution

for long-term memory,
but there's been a suggestion

of, uh, mental instability.

And...

I'm worried.
Did we miss something?

Just call me as soon as you can.

(door opens)

I've just flown in from
New York,

and the bags under your eyes

wouldn't fit in
the overhead bins.

Hello, Uncle Felix.

Hello, monkey.

(ethereal music)

Work was good,
until the King of Divorce

cut my hours again.

I should've called my sponsor,
but, instead...

at least I got a poem out of it.

Well, let's hear it.

All right.

This one's called,

"Who the Hell
Do You Think You Are?"

Every time I look
at your stupid fugly face,

I see a disgrace...
- Craig? Can I get, like,

a minute of your time?

I'm in the middle
of a session.

Lucy?

- PJ. Hey.
- "Hey"?

I haven't seen or heard
from you in, what, a year?

I-I had to leave town,

and I couldn't tell anyone
where I was going,

but I don't have time
to get into it now.

Right. You've probably got
somebody else waiting for you.

Something like that.
Craig, can I...?

Excuse me.

Sorry, everybody.

She never got over you.

I bet she wrote a sh*t ton
of poems about it.

So many.

In here.

What the hell is this?

It's not what it looks like.

Good, because it looks like

something we're gonna
go to jail for.

I think she's me.

I'm sorry?

At .

I have seen her.
In the mirror in my dreams.

So, what, you...
you kidnapped yourself?

What if she's in on it?

I have to know what she knows.

I am not helping you
hold a kid prisoner.

Craig, she is not
a normal kid. Look at her.

(breathing heavily)

Whoever made me...

made her.

(tense music)

I wasn't expecting you.

Neither was my mother.

Cosima called you, didn't she?

No.

Came into town early to set up
for next week's installation,

and I wanted to see my niece.

What did she say?

(scoffs)
- Oh, piss it.

Only that she was worried
about you,

and she thought you could
use some checking up on.

Not to mention your mum
would pickaxe me in my sleep

if I didn't come by.

(exhales)

How is Mom?

Couldn't be happier
working at the shelter.

Helping women. She's practically
like Mother Teresa,

if Mother Teresa had
discovered she was part

of a human cloning
experiment gone wrong.

I know she'd love a visit.

You know I love her.

But after everything
that happened, you know,

things have never been
comfortable between us.

And yet...

you still have this.

I haven't opened
that in years.

I heard you, uh,

dropped that UN thing
you were working on.

Not like you,

quit something with
such a fancy title.

No, I-I've just had
so much going on.

You know, the waitlist
has never been so long.

Darling.

Sometimes you need
to take a break

to have a breakthrough.

And it just so happens
I met a chatty bloke

at the airport,
who told me about this bar

where attractive people make all
kinds of terrible life choices.

You do know
how old we are, right?

Apparently, their Happy Hour
is the happiest.

Free champagne and street dr*gs
for everyone.

Street dr*gs? Like...

like cocaine?

Have you got a taste
for nose candy now?

(tuts)
Ugh, how very

mid-life crisis of you.

- No, it's not for me.
- Is it for Lucas?

I always wanted a son
I could buy dr*gs for.

Actually, it's-it's
for an experiment.

It's definitely not for Lucas.

All right, well then
I definitely won't tell him.

I would love to see him, though.

He's at a Meeting now.

Uh, he's been spending
a lot of time there;

he's volunteering, worshipping.

Oh, please do say
"worshipping" again,

I couldn't tell how you
really felt about it.

All right, then.

Let's pop 'round
for Happy Hour, yeah?

Now, come on,

let's put some alcoholic
in the workaholic.

Okay, I'm removing the gag,
but you can't do anything crazy.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

(coughs)

You mean like kidnapping
a -year-old

and taking her shopping
for zip ties at Home Depot?

- You took her to Home Depot?
- She ran away!

I didn't know what else to do.

I've never had
a hostage before.

I'm your first?
That's so special.

And I didn't just
get zip ties.

I let her get Coke,
and chips, and Gummy Fish.

You're the one who
wanted the Gummy Fish.

I don't have time for this.
I need to know what you know.

Lucy, ease up.

Okay. Well...

not the kind of day
that we thought

we were gonna have, huh?

I'm, uh, Craig.

I run this place, so nobody
is gonna hurt you here.

Why don't you tell me
about yourself?

What's your name?

Jules.

It's a nice name.

And where do you live, Jules?

Cambridge. It's where
the wacko grabbed me!

You grow up in Boston?

No. Florida, I think.

You think?

My parents d*ed
in a car accident.

So who do you live with?

An adoptive family.
My grandpa was too sick

to take me in,
and I didn't have anybody else.

Convenient.

You think losing your parents,

everything you know,
at is convenient?

What do you mean,
everything you know?

I lost my memory
in the crash, too.

I didn't have my memory
either when I was made.

When you were "made"?

- Lucy.
- Don't act like you don't know!

- Know what?
- Lucy.

- What if she's not in on it?
- Come on.

But you have always known
what you are.

Maybe... What if she doesn't?

- How could she not know?
- She's a kid.

She's been told a story.
Maybe she believes it.

(exhales)

Okay.

Let's just...

let's just say for a minute
that I do believe you.

But I also woke up
and I didn't know who I was.

It's not because
of some accident.

I have no past to remember.
And neither do you,

because we were both
made in a printer.

We-we were
"made in a printer"?

That's why we look the same.

We're printouts
of the same person.

(tense music)

It's true there's stuff
about my past I don't know.

But what I do know

is that you're a lady
with some serious

chemical imbalances
who needs to piss off!

- He lives here?
- Mm.

Where are we?

Uh, the whole place
is some kind of...

nature sanctuary.

There's always a peacock
in the road or something.

Emu.

I thought he made his money
in shipping, logistics.

Yeah. Now he's all, uh,

one with the Earth.

If I had that kind of money,
I'd just buy a new planet.

Planet Tom.

It'd be awesome.
- Yeah, I bet.

Oh, yeah.

So, what's he like?

Brilliant, but strange.

Just listen to what
he doesn't say.

(birds chirping)

(eerie music)

(birds chirping)

(door beeping)

(grunts)

Please, ladies first.

What do you see when
you look at my face?

Wrinkles?

Thank you. What else?

Maybe...

is that a chin hair?

We have the same features.

I mean, they're similar.

It's not like
we're identical twins.

We're closer than twins.

Twins don't have the same scar.

It's just a scar.

It doesn't make either
of us Harry Potter.

(beeping)

What the hell is that?

I think it's what
they branded us with.

To show we belong to them.

What? What is it?

Nothing. It's not there.

(birds chirping)

(distant dog barking)

(exertions)

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

I just feel like
a marshmallow man in this getup.

Why do we have to wear these?

He doesn't want us bringing in
any outside contaminants.

Hold on.

You missed a flap.
- I got it. I got it. Thanks.

All right. You got it.

Hey, guys. Come on, come on.

(clears throat)

Mr. Darros.

Sir, allow me to introduce
Emily Pritchett.

Emily.

You have a very impressive track
record at Langley.

Thank you, sir.
I was thrilled to come here

for this opportunity to
work for someone who has done

so much for the world,

and for me, personally.
It's a privilege.

(chuckles)

Uh, let me show you something.

Emily, you are looking
at the last

Hawkstail tortoises on Earth.

We're saving them from
the brink of extinction.

See, these orchids,

they feed on them,
and it makes them more virile.

Huh. Maybe I should
eat orchids.

Orchids wouldn't
help you, Tom.

Have you, uh,
found her yet? Lucy?

No, sir.

We're having a hard
time tracking her.

And, unfortunately...

Unfortunately, what?

(tunelessly whistling)

She's kidnapped Jules.

(ominous music)

Well, then, um...

let's make sure we keep this
off Dr. Manning's radar, yes?

- Understood.
- But we need to find her,

and more importantly, Jules,
before she...

Just hope she's okay.

If we need to use more
forceful measures with Lucy...

What would you advise, Emily?

She's already m*rder*d
one man.

At least.

And she's kidnapped a teenager.

That makes her a thr*at.

Okay.

So you do what
you have to do

to bring the girl back safe.

We can't protect
them all, can we, Darwin?

Thank you, sir. Let's go.

It doesn't mean
that she's not lying to us.

Or she doesn't know anything,

in which case
she won't be much help.

(clears throat)
- Excuse me? Psychos?

I drank a crapload of Coke
and really have to pee.

Can I go to the bathroom,
or do you also make

teenage girls piss
in front of you?

I don't know
if you're her or not,

but you certainly
share her charm.

(chuckles)

(breathing heavily)

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry for scaring you.

Whatever.

I-I know what it's like

to wake up and not
know who you are.

Yeah, it sucks.

You don't know who
to trust or who to believe.

Maybe I shouldn't
have grabbed you. But...

I'm in danger,
and I think you might be too.

The only person
I'm in danger of is you.

(grunts)

Ah!

- What the...
- Craig, go after her!

sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

I'm taking you to the ER.

(groans)

No, no, that's...

That's how they found me.

You're bleeding everywhere.

(groans)

It's okay.

I have someone.
I know, I know where to go.

Oh!

Best part of retirement
was never having

to drink army coffee again.

First thing I bought
when I got out.

There's nothing this can't do.
Lattes, cappuccinos.

It can even hold you
when you cry.

(chuckles)

Ah, that's usually your job.

Only for you, buddy.

Only when the mother of your kid

calls to say she's bailing

and you're a cool
, miles away.

Yeah.

Yeah, there were a lot
of terrible days over there.

That was... that was the worst.

Have you heard from her?
Clara?

No. Not even a birthday
card for Charlie.

How 'bout we talk
about something else?

- Please.
- Like what you and Charlie

are actually doing here.

(exhales)

So, uh, we got in
some trouble.

A man with a g*n

broke onto the property and, uh,

and Charlie...
Charlie sh*t him.

Oh my God.

Is she okay?

Physically, she's fine. Emotionally...

You can stay
as long as you need.

Thanks.

(doorbell ringing)

Are you expecting someone?

(door opens)

Well, all right.

Should've known
there was a chick.

Lucy.

I wouldn't have come, but...

it's an emergency.
- Hey, hey, lean on me.

Lean on me.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

(scoffs)
- Just don't think about it.

Just listen to the sound
of my voice.

Sutures. Sutures.

Sutures.
- Yes, that it is very sexy.

(inhales sharply)
- Ah, okay.

(eerie music)

(breathing unsteadily)

(muffled): Are you ready?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'm okay.

(inhales sharply)
- Okay.

(groans)

(loud techno music blaring)

(indistinct chatter)

Lord.

This place is like Neolution
without the tails, thank God.

Ah.

Hey, Tom?

Yeah, I-I'm here.

What do you mean you still
haven't found her?

How hard are you looking?

Okay, call me in the morning.

We do not belong here.

Right. For the love of God.

Excuse me!
Can you card her, please?

(indistinct chatter)

(robotic voice): Thank you
for your payment.

Enjoy your ride.

Jules?

Jules.

I was deep in process
on the McLuhan collection

when your school called.

Completely disrupted
my flow state.

Apparently, you didn't feel
the need to attend?

You know how it is, James.

Sometimes you just
aren't feeling academic.

No, you are not going
to appeal to my artistic spirit

to get out of this. I
need to know where you were.

I was, um,

actually reading
at that tea shop you like.

In fact,
I grabbed you something.

Oh, they have
the best kombucha.

That's what you always say.

Maybe we could, um,
just keep this

between ourselves, not tell Mom?

Thanks, James.

I think your mom would like
it better if you call me Dad!

People always look
sad when I say I was adopted.

But at least I got some
good jokes out of it.

Like, How many birth moms
does it take

to screw in a lightbulb?

Just one, but we can't
tell you her name!

If you liked this,
you're gonna love me live.

Friday at Bar-B-Cade.

Don't go for pity laughs.
You're better than that.

George Carlin said
a laugh is a laugh.

- No, he didn't.
- Yeah, he probably didn't.

So, I had a weird day.

Yeah?

Yeah. A crazy lady
kidnapped me at gunpoint,

and told me I was, like,
made by a machine,

and tied me to a chair.

But I stabbed her and escaped.

Cool.

Wait, what?

You were kidnapped?
- Yeah.

Like you were grabbed
off the street

by a menacing stranger?

Yeah, but I don't want
to get into it

with the parentals,
so no squealing.

Of course, no, I wouldn't,
but, like,

if you were kidnapped, don't you
think they should know?

Neva would just wanna call
the cops and James doesn't care.

That's not true.

I've been with them
since I was .

He's a decent dad.
He comes to my comedy shows.

He doesn't laugh,
but he shows up.

I believe he loves you, Wes.

But he's treated me
like a persistent haemorrhoid

ever since I got here.

I don't even know why
he agreed to take me in.

He knew how much I wanted
a sister.

And, yes, Mom will want
to call the cops,

but all things considered,

don't you think
that's a good idea?

You know what I do in here.

You really think calling
the cops is a good idea?

I mean, I'm trying
to run a business.

I guess not, but are you okay?

She was just a crazy lady

who said some weird sh*t.

I'm fine.

(loud music, indistinct chatter)

So how is the show
coming along?

Swimmingly. Yes. It's all very
beehive meets womb.

I'm thinking of having
an entire room that's sticky.

People pay for that?
Sticky art?

When did you become such
an old fart, Kira Manning?

Hm, I suppose the years

of intensive therapy it took

for me to get over my childhood

gave me taste for being
a little boring.

Oh, yeah. But it wasn't
all bad though, was it?

I did teach you to play
Queen on the piano.

(chuckles)

How am I gonna score dr*gs
in a place like this?

Ah yes, the "experiment."

We are printing neurons.

But when we transplant them,
they fail to communicate.

So I have a theory
that a boost from cocaine

might amplify the signal.

The problem is that I can't
access Schedule II dr*gs

without triggering legal review.

The kind of review
that takes months

and jeopardises my funding.

God, you Manning girls,
you never know

where to draw the line, do you?

You see that guy?

- Yeah.
- He's wiping his nose.

Do you suppose he's got
seasonal allergies?

- I'm going in.
- You're "going in"?

Well, I'll drive
the getaway car.

Hi.

(mumbles)

Do you, uh,

do you have...
do you have cocaine?

Do you have cocaine?

- Why don't I get the blow?
- Ah.

Do forgive her;
she was born in the country.

(soft music)

Yo, Charlie.

Do you want to check out
my vintage

Dungeons & Dragons
card collection?

Come on.

- You're leaving.
- I got an address.

I have a lead.

Lucy, what-what is going on?

I told you, I...

the more you know,
the more danger you're in.

You just showed up
with a hole in your shoulder.

My-my daughter sh*t someone
and I still don't know why.

So, you're gonna tell me
the truth,

or I'm taking Charlie
far away from here,

far away from whatever this is.

And you will not see us again.

I am trying to protect you.
To protect us.

Lucy, if you can't be
honest with me...

then there is no us.

Let's take a drive.

This is it.

This is where I was made.

Lucy, is it safe to be here?

I've been back about
a dozen times;

they must have cleared
everything out.

It's like nothing
happened here at all.

Why-why didn't you...

Why didn't you
tell me about this?

That I'm "man-made"?

That I'm somebody's
science project?

Would you have believed me?

Do you believe me now?

After I escaped, I had nothing.

I had nowhere to go. I
had no memory, no family.

But you and Charlie
were the first things

that I found
that made me feel real.

And I thought
if you knew the truth...

Yeah. So this girl...

the one who stabbed you, she's...
- She's another me.

- Right.
- She's a printout.

(exhales)

You don't believe me.

I, I just, I just need time.
It's... this is a...

I get it. It's a lot.

What are you gonna do now?

That girl, Jules,

they're obviously watching her
so I can't go back there,

but I have the name of the woman

she thinks
is her adopted mother.

I know where she works.

I can at least find out
if she's a part of it.

I know that you have
to do whatever is right for you

and for Charlie.

But you've gotta know
that everything I did

was so that I wouldn't lose you.

I'm gonna drop you
off at Tina's.

(loud music, indistinct chatter)

I've never been
with an old guy before.

Tell your friends.

- Gross.
- Anything for science.

Hey, Mom.

Lucas, what are you
doing here?

Oopsie, that was me.
I texted him.

I hope that's all right?

Yeah, I mean, well,
I'm always

bumping into my son
in weird clubs.

(chuckles)
- Well, I've been here before.

And, no offence, but I don't
know how they let you two in.

Lucas, I heard
you're in a religious cult now.

Aren't religious people
supposed to be nice?

Okay, well, Quakerism
is not a cult.

- All right-
- It's about finding

spirituality in other
people and community.

- Oh dear.
- And you know I've met a lot

of great people there.
- Oh yeah?

Actually, I'm gonna bring
one of them

to the blood drive tomorrow.
- Oh!

She's a preschool teacher,

just moved to Boston,
and we kinda hit it off.

So you're bringing her
to the blood drive?

My God. Whatever happened
to dinner and a movie?

Or just, you know, shagging?

Ignore your uncle.
(phone chiming softly)

Ah, I-I have to get this.

It's the lab. All right.

All right. What's going on?

Your mum told me
you left school.

Yeah, I, um,

I was finding it
pretty pointless.

I mean, I dunno,

I just, I needed something,

some meaning, and it wasn't
in those classrooms.

Well, you would be carrying
on this family's

longstanding tradition
of dropping out.

Well, everyone
except your mother.

Right.

Lucas, how is she, really?

There's something's going on.

I-I don't think she's sleeping.

I've tried to get her to talk,
to come to a meeting,

to do anything.
But she's just...

It's all right.
It's all right.

I'll get it out of her.

I will.

(robotic voice): Welcome, Jules.
Opening family photos folder.

(Neva): You're always overreacting.

I don't understand why you're
getting so worked up about this.

James, she's a special girl.
Maybe school is boring for her.

She's a teenage girl
doing God knows what,

lying straight to our faces.

Come on! How do you
know she lied?

When are you going to admit
we are in over our heads?

James, we took her in!
We made a commitment.

Well, it was a lot
of them to ask of us.

Look, she just needs time.
Give her time.

And you need to try.
- I have been trying,

for over a year,
and she is never

gonna see me as her dad.

I don't know if I'm ever
going to see her as my kid.

What? You know you have

to work at these
relationships, James.

Well, thank you for
breaking me out of here.

(chuckles)
- My pleasure.

Kira?

Are you really not gonna
tell me what's going on?

I, uh...

I guess, uh...

I guess I've always
tried to be good.

Like a good, uh, a good mom,

and a good scientist.

And good person.

But now, this, this project
I'm working on...

I'm-I'm worried.

What if all the terrible,
painful things

that I lived... we lived through,
what if...

they didn't make me better?

What if it just made me selfish?

You need to cut yourself
some slack.

How many lives do you think
you've saved

with those horrifying organs
that you make?

Everything you've
accomplished, Kira.

Everything.
S would be so proud.

- Thank you, Uncle Felix.
- My dear.

I love you, monkey.

I'll uh, see you
at the opening.

All right, see you there.

(chuckles)

(ominous music)

(footsteps approaching)

Hey.

Your Dad told me that
you had a hard day.

You mean James?

Yeah, James.

(exhales)

Do you know that when I came
to this country,

I did not speak
a word of English?

It was hard.

And going to school
was hard for a long time.

I imagine that you must
feel something similar.

It's not the same.

There are things that...

I will never know
the answers to.

What-what was my first word?

My first friend?

How did I get this scar?

I don't know, honey.
They never told us.

But, Jules,

I don't need to know
every detail about you

to know...
how wonderful you are.

(breathing deeply)

(robotic voice): Welcome.

Processing identity.

Jules Lee, permitted
guest of Neva Lee.

(exhales sharply)

(suspenseful music)

(phone beeps)

That's funny.

Apparently, you're in
my office building right now.

(chuckle)
I better call and let them

know it's an error.
Hang in there.

Hi, this is Neva Lee.

I got a visitor notification
on my phone. It's an error.

(indistinct chatter)

(ominous music)

(gasps)

Yep. I'm here now.
I'm checking.

Totally empty.

(sighs)

You know I'm missing
the Pats game for this sh*t?

You missed a spot.

Mr. Darros.

Sir,

Jules is back home, safe.

And Lucy?

We just got a solid
hit on her.

Thank you, Tom.

Absolutely, sir.

(squeaking)

(breathes deeply)

(phone chiming softly)

Josh, where have you been?

I need to check the calibration
of the printer.

Yeah, uh...

(ominous music)

We need to meet right away.

Hey.

Hi.

So, I'm glad that you texted
me and, um...

for future reference,

finding out that your girlfriend
is a printout is...

totally grounds
for ghosting her.

Thanks, I'll remember that.

So, do you believe me?

It's too crazy to make up.

And, crazy or not...

I love you.

I know what it's like...

to have someone walk out on you.

So you don't think it's weird
that I don't know who I am?

You're Lucy.

I know who you are.

(laptop chiming)

Jules? Honey?

Grandpa, hi.

- Hi.
- I-I'm sorry it's so late.

I didn't hear
the phone before.

I left my hearing aid
in the bathroom.

And it isn't Tuesday.
Is it Tuesday?

No, it's not.

I just had a weird day,
I wanted to hear your voice.

Grandpa,

do you know how I got
this scar that's on my arm?

Sure. I was teaching you
to ride your bike,

and you were doing great.

And then you turned around
and saw that I wasn't

holding on,
and down you went,

straight into the pavement.
Cut your arm open.

Was I scared?

You were a wreck.

But I cleaned you up.

Put the Minnie Mouse Band-Aids
on myself.

Thanks, Grandpa.

I know you probably
wanna go to bed,

it's after call hours.

Oh, no, honey.
Call me anytime.

Love you, sweetheart.

Love you too.

(laptop beeps)

(soft music)

(sighs)

Well done.

(exhales)
- Someone ought to tell

that girl to stop asking
so many damn questions.

Yeah, well, it's not
your job, Grandpa.

Fine, but next time,
I need more of a head's up.

You know, I like to prepare.

And it's your job
to get me ready.

Now, can we get to catering?

(mellow music)