01x04 - Effects of External Conditions

[bunniefuu]

I saw a girl k*ll herself.

And she looked exactly like me.

Elizabeth Childs. To find out who she is or to rob the rest of her sh*t?

Beth is a cop. I'm a cop.

Who the hell is Maggie Chen?

That's the woman Beth sh*t.

The only way you will regain custody of Kira is to show me you can be still.

We're clones.

We're someone's experiment and they're k*lling us off!

[Crying] The German's dead.

Someone sh*t her right in front of me!

Cosima: You need to get rid of the body.

Beth's partner found the German... or at least part of her.

If the body matches me, the cops will see a mugshot of somebody who looks like Beth, only it's yours truly and I'm already supposed to be dead.

Alison: Beth had a substantial sum, a fund she used to buy information we couldn't get officially.

The fund was how I could contribute.

The k*ller contacted Art.

He's already at the scene where Katja was sh*t.

That was in the sn*per's nest.

We got a live one. Phone calls, leaving clues.

"I am fearfully and wonderfully made."

[g*nf*re]

I'm okay! Go after him, go!

Oh!

I'm not Beth!

[g*ns engine]

[Moan]

"I'm not Beth".

[Gasp]

[Moaning]

"I'm not Beth".

[Moan]

"I'm not Beth".

"I'm not Beth".

Shh.

[Dog barks nearby]

Why would one of us be k*lling us?

What is wrong with her?

Bad breath. Batshit crazy.

Does she know about me, about my kids?

How do you know you didn't just bring her right to my doorstep?

Because she's impaled with rebar and I wouldn't do that.

I have been living this nightmare much longer than you have, Sarah.

I explained I have a family to protect.

I do what I can.

Right, you provide financially.

Yeah, so you wanted that money Beth was holding.

Your self defense fund.

You're right, I was going to steal it and run, but I can't do that, because I have a family, too, Alison, my daughter.

Your daughter?

Yeah. Her name's Kira and I'm meant to be seeing her today, but there's this k*ller up my arse, so.

Wait, is she your biological child or adopted, like mine?

Mine. Why?

[Sigh] Don't you think you should've told us about that before?

Why would I do that?

I'm telling you now because we have to deal with this, yeah?

Beth was on this k*ller's hit list and, now, I am.

Yeah? What am I supposed to do about it?

[Sigh]

How can I help?

Be available.

I may need you, somehow.

Cosima: Wow, rich, man.

This looks like a new blade inset in a much older handle, so the fish is a bitch, semiotically speaking, like a universal wayback symbol of fecundity.

But these wings, though, they're...

Seriously, what is she on about?

Quiet. She's just weird.

Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry.

Okay, going on a tangent there.

If she's not dead, we need to find her, find out what she knows.

Are you mad?

She's a homicidal maniac.

Yeah, but we need to find out who she is, Sarah.

She's... she's she found us.

She's got answers.

The only way I'm going to do that is go back to being a cop.

No.

No way. You're not going back to being Beth.

Impersonating a dead officer, that's like a whole new crime.

I think I'm safest with the cops, to be honest with you.

Did that actually just come out of your mouth?

Look, Art's already looking for the k*ller.

I shadow him as Beth, I let them figure out what's happened to her, and then, when I find that out, I can jump off and deal.

"Deal"?

I'm beginning to realize crazy's genetic.

Well, yeah, bad brain chemistry can be genetic, but environment... that's individual, right?

I mean, that's the whole nature/nurture question right there.

Okay, let's talk nature.

Out of 9, so far, one's a psycho who k*lled 4 others, one committed su1c1de, one is a bloody soccer mum, and then, there's you.

My crazy sister is sane, by comparison.

Thanks, Fe.

I think this might help us figure out where she's coming from, so I'll look into it.

[Ring]

Ah, police business.

Art's got a lead.

Okay.

Hey, you didn't show this to Alison, by any chance, did you?

Are you joking? She'd crap her lululemons.

[Laughs]

I've got Alison on standby.

[Laughter]

Make sure Gemma wears her seatbelt!

You're sending the kids to your parents on a school morning.

Well, they're staying the night.

That's not an answer.

Well, you didn't pose it as a question, did you, Donnie?

Okay. Why?

Why did you cancel all their activities?

I just wanted some time to myself.

You have your usual Thursday-night drinks with clients, right?

Yes.

So I'll see you when you come crashing in at 3:00 am, normal time.

I don't crash in.

One time.

Oh, crap.

Sorry.

I'm jumpy, too.

How's your head?

Probably about the same as yours.

It's a good day to be alive, Beth.

My kids thank you.

Hell, even my ex thanks you.

Yeah, don't mention it.

I didn't. They did it.

I got a present for you.

Our k*ller made a pit-stop.

That's his bike.

They got him?

No, but we got a witness.

Just follow the bloody brick road.

Hey, there he is, our walking wounded.

You all good, Art?

Yeah.

Yeah? Hey, glad you're okay.

We're going to get this guy. Don't worry, all right?

So your guy wore gloves. No prints.

But he's not exactly covering his tracks.

Go take a look.

Self-surgery.

Guy's what, m*llitary?

Looks like it's gotta hurt.

Oh, the witness is ready.

Art, you want to take him?

No.

Come on.

I slept through the whole thing.

I can't believe it.

Trevor came into my room.

It was dark and he was all wet with blood.

He said it was an angry angel.

Hey, Trevor.

Can you tell me what the angry angel looked like?

The person in your bathroom was a woman?

Is that possible?

Let me talk to him.

Yeah, sure.

It's okay, darling.

I'm not her.

She said you would come.

Pick a color.

Red.

R-e-d.

Pick one.

That one.

Wait wait wait. Let me see that.

Can I keep this?

Yes.

What you got there?

Souvenir.

What the hell?

Hey, can you bag this?

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

Yes, once again, 8:00, before her bedtime.

Is that my mum?

No, hon.

Did you just tell her it wasn't me?

Sarah, why are you calling?

If you don't show, after all this anticipation, I will...

Just making sure we're still on.

Well, we are, at this end.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Can I talk to her?

You can talk to her tonight.

If you let her down, that's it, I won't let you see her again.

I said I'll be there.

Deangelis: So you all have copies of the fortune teller.

Eyewitness says we got it wrong...

Jane Doe's k*ller is female, about Beth's size.

Beckwith: As for the Jane Doe, it isn't easy, reconstructing a skull that's gone through a gravel crusher, but, we do have cause of death.

This hole, .223-caliber.

So, we have a long-range, high-powered w*apon.

Name me one homicide ever pinned on a female sn*per.

How's that profile?

Female K*llers tend to suffer from chronic detachment.

Isolation breeds sociopaths.

This psalm, "fearfully and wonderfully made"... she's a religious fanatic.

The stick figures, the doll's head, the fortune teller... early-childhood development issues?

Could be extreme abuse.

Yes, but he's also careful, in her way.

No prints on any of this, so far.

And the DNA evidence?

On rush, but we're still a week away from knowing if they match anyone on file.

Hardcastle: Nothing on Jane Doe's prints?

Her hand didn't give us a match?

No. No, they did not.

Look, the bottom line is we are chasing a calculated female k*ller who loves playing games.

Like these fortune tellers.

Angie.

Certain choices give certain answers.

Every choice is a different death.

Could be threats, could be existing kills.

They might mean something, when combined with the numbers.

Childs?

Childs.

Call for you.

Detective Childs.

No, you're not.

Beth is dead, isn't she?

[English accent] What do you want from me?

You could've k*lled me, but here we are.

You didn't feel it?

What?

We have a connection.

Uh, you mean when I stuck that piece of rebar in your liver?

How's that going?

I need to know who you are.

Let's meet again.

[Gasp] I never got your name.

I never got yours.

Helena.

And last name?

You're doing all this work, but how long can that last, when the real police find me?

You are me, I'm you, we're both the victim and the cop.

Yeah, that would be bad for both of us.

So come see me, discuss.

I already gave you directions.

[Snaps fingers] Hey, c'mere.

The numbers, they're addresses.

Okay, 17 is the street number of the quarry where we found Jane Doe.

Art: Yeah. Rooming house, sh**ting scene, the kid's house, even the precinct... everywhere we've been.

Except one... 1024. GPS gives one address with that street number, 10 minutes from the kid's house, Lakepoint Road.

No, I know that place.

A lot of squatters around there.

Let's check it out.

Hold it.

Wait for emergency tactical, huh?

This is a probable sn*per, so let them sweep it, first, before you go in.

Got it?

Yeah.

Hey, don't worry. Let's do this.

I'm parked over here, so.

No no no no no. After last night, we stick together. Come on.

[Siren wails]

[Tires screech]

Whoa, Beth!

Rough night?

Okeydoke, then.

Out.

[Chuckle]

[Bell tolls]

What?

Anybody else feel like they have a target on their back?

Woman: All clear.

Copy. Okay,

I'll take you guys in for a closer look.

You're going to love it.

Over here, detectives.

Looks like more self-surgery.

Can't be long 'til she bleeds out.

Deangelis: Ho-ly sh*t.

It's the same figures as the fortune teller.

She saying she's a serial k*ller?

Could be her single victim, our Jane Doe, over and over again.

Or she just draws like a third-grader.

This her?

Or her next victim?

Next victim.

[Ring]

[Softens accent] Detective Childs.

Hey, it's me.

Paul?

Oh.

Hello, Paul.

How are you doing?

Mm, not too good. I got b*at up.

What?!

What happened?

Oh, please come get me outta here.

She led us here.

She wanted us to see this.

May be a wild goose chase, wasting our time.

No.

She had a reason.

Okay, let's let forensics have this.

I hope you don't have dinner plans.

Yeah, I'll be right with you.

* L'amour est un oiseau rebelle *

Felix: Is it my imagination, or does Cosima have bigger breasts than you?

There's no way I can make dinner with Kira tonight.

Well, you've got to.

I can't. I'm stuck with Art and this bitch is right on top of me.

I could lead her straight to Kira.

I know, but Mrs S gave you an ultimatum.

She's going to cut you off.

Rock and a hard place, here, Fe.

Yeah, your permanent address.

I do have one really idiotic idea.

[Sigh] Oh, good.

I need to be in two places at once, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, if anybody can do that, we can.

Are you effing serious?!

Yeah, suddenly, I am.

* Prends garde à toi! *

[Knock on window]

What happened? Is she okay?

Yeah, she's okay. She's fine.

That doesn't sound okay.

Sarah needs your help with her daughter.

I'll get the drawings out to my criminal-psych guy.

Where's missing persons on our Jane Doe?

Nothing local.

Well, widen the net.

How wide?

North America.

Whoa, quick change.

Huh?

Your whole look, it's cleaned right up.

Looks way better.

Keep it in your pants, Raj.

Uh, sorry.

Guys, what the hell?

Nice to know someone's having fun.

Maggie Chen?

[Laughing] I'm sorry, but she wants me to impersonate her, in front of her own daughter, who she hasn't seen in almost a year?

10 months.

This is terrible parenting, Felix.

I mean, that poor child.

I don't think you understand the situation here.

If Sarah misses tonight, then she may never get Kira back.

I'm sorry, but a request like this?

Maybe the child is better off with your foster mother.

Excuse me?

Sarah is out there, risking her life, playing cat-and-mouse with k*ller clone, so that your kids don't end up orphans, and you think that she should lose her child for that?

Yeah.

I think you need to step up, here, sister.

Well, I did just play Annelle in "Steel Magnolias".

Seriously?

Mm-hmm. Glendale community theatre.

Annelle, Annelle... oh, my God!

The Daryl Hannah part?

Yeah.

Terrible casting.

It was actually very good acting, Felix.

Trust me, Sarah's no stretch.

I got great reviews.

From the whole neighborhood, I'm sure.

Ahem.

[Different accent] The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

Okay, Eliza. Holy sh*t.

We need to pull a full reverse "Pygmalion" here.

My crime-psych guy says biblically messed up or not, woman-on-woman means its got to be personal, whether it's her first or 15th k*ll.

Yeah, no, that makes sense.

So we're back to Jane Doe and who she was to Jane death.

Something's gotta give.

When it does, you know?

Yeah. Right behind ya.

Ahem.

These are your worst clothes?

[Australian] Well, I'm sorry, mate, but I don't shop secondhand.

No, no, my God, no. It's not "mate", all right? It's more like, um, it's like "might".

"Might".

Yeah.

'Ello, "might".

Yeah, that's better. But, look, you're going to have to get past Mrs S, so you really got to play the dreary history there, you know?

I mean, you basically won't talk.

This shirt is all wrong.

Hey! Hey hey!

Not "hey"! You're a punk.

Be one.

Oi!

[Ring]

Detective Childs.

Woman: There's a visitor for you.

Hey hey hey. What are you doing here?

You said come get you.

What happened? Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, no, I'm fine. Really.

You didn't sound fine and you don't look fine.

Come on, I took the rest of the day off.

Whatever you need, okay?

No no no. No. Paul, I can't!

Art: Paul!

Everything all right here?

Does she seem all right to you?!

Okay. Take it easy.

First day back, she gets b*at up?

No wonder she wants to leave.

Boy, what the hell are you talking about?

No no no no. Paul, please. Art? I got this.

Do you?

What am I doing here?

Sorry, I overreacted.

I didn't mean literally "come get me this second".

Then what did you mean?

Because, seriously, you're like a completely different person, these days.

Sorry, it's this case. It's a bitch.

I got upset, so I asked you to come get me.

I didn't say I minded.

Look, we need to spend some time together, figure out what's suddenly going on with us because most of it, I like, a lot.

Paul.

Think about it.

[Ringtone]

[Ring]

So, the woman Beth sh*t and Helena are connected.

Holy watershed.

Okay, Beth probably sh*t Maggie Chen on purpose.

She never told us anything about this.

Yeah, she never told her partner, either.

I can't keep doing this, Cosima.

Helena was here. She was Beth.

She's going to get us both busted, unless I meet her, alone.

Oh, my God. Bad idea.

Yeah, she thinks we have a connection.

Do you?

Yeah, we're clones.

Right. So what do the cops know?

She's a churchy psychopath. Duh.

It's personal.

She's a loner, probably abused as a child.

Okay, so, the fish reads Christian and, crafted onto a w*apon?

A personal crusade.

Great. Is that it?

You know, when I'm seeing this branded onto Maggie Chen, I'm thinking that she's not a lone warrior.

To extreme creationist types, we would be abominations.

Like, not God's children, but, but, Satan's.

So they hate us and she's k*lling us, even though she's identical to us?

Well, but if you were a messed-up, abused loner whose faith compelled you to belong and somebody that you trusted told you that this was the way to redeem yourself in the eyes of God, I mean...

Yeah, I might become an angry angel, too.

Okay, got it. Thanks.

Something you want to tell me?

About Paul?

No. I've got him wrapped around my little finger.

What's he talking about, leaving?

We just got you back, Beth.

No, he doesn't know what he's talking about.

Things are just messy right now.

Yeah, I heard that.

But we don't bring that sh*t in here, right?

I know.

It's so frickin' embarrassing.

Don't worry. It won't happen again.

I thought you two were calling it quits.

Yeah, we were, but, now, we're trying to work it out.

You know how things go.

Right.

Let's get back on track.

This k*ller.

You had a close-quarters run-in with her.

Did you get anything else?

Something she said?

If she'd said anything, I would've known she was a woman.

Yeah. I'm going to check with Beckwith.

She's making progress on Jane Doe.

Mm.

She'll have facial reconstruction soon.

Great.

[Ring]

Detective Childs.

Things must be getting uncomfortable there for you now.

Helena, you forgot something. Your friend Maggie.

Oh, you're a terrible detective.

Beth figured that out.

Well, Beth sh*t her, not me, if it's revenge you're after.

It's not about revenge.

It's about you.

Right, we have a connection.

[Beep]

You want to tell me about that?

In person.

You have my invitation.

[Beep]

[Softens accent] My name is Detective Beth Childs.

I m*rder*d Margaret Chen.

[Sniffle] It wasn't an accident.

I sh*t her on purpose.

I'm gasping for a f*g.

No, you're not. Sarah never smoked.

Okay, it's curtain time.

So just remember that an insult is a greeting, but you're trying not to lose your temper, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Wait. Um, thanks.

Okay.

Over-slouching. You're over-slouching.

[Chuckling] Shut up.

Now you got it.

Oi-oi, Mrs S!

Not driving the nice new Jag today, then?

It's in the shop.

Mm-hmm.

Are you going to let me see my daughter, or what?

What are you gaping at?

Something I can do?

You ever fight a woman?

[Laughs] Depends. Business or pleasure?

Look, they do say crazy makes you strong.

But women, they look different, fight different, smell different.

This woman is a trained sn*per.

But Beth taking her for a man, that flies with you?

Mm.

This whole time, it feels like she's got something else chewing on her mind.

You know, a civilian sh**ting's hard to shake.

Maybe she's back too soon.

I don't know if that's even it.

Where is she, anyway?

[Ring]

[Buzz]

Could be she's just working it out with her boyfriend, right?

Yeah, could be.

What?

Nothing.

So what, now, invisible ink?

Mind the store, Angie.

Maybe I should come with.

Come on, Art. What's up?

You'll know when I do.

Siobhan: Kira, your mum's waiting.

Hurry up, love. Come on.

Here she is. Look, she's here.

She won't bite, love.

Oi, are you shy now, or something?

Is that for me?

[Gasp]

Can I see it?

How about a cuppa in the kitchen, yeah?

Wow!

Give us a hug?

I'm sorry we haven't seen each other in a long time, but we can change all that, see each other all the time?

You're not my mother.

[Scoff] Silly.

Of course I'm your mum.

Who else would I be?

You just look like her.

[Slam]

[Laughter]

Alison: It's still me, Kira.

What do you call me?

Monkey.

What else?

Monkey... bum?

Face?

Where's my mum?

[Dialing, beep]

[English accent] Art, if you're hearing this, you found the body.

It's not Beth. It's me.

My name is Sarah Manning and... you're about the only person I trust to figure the whole thing out.

[Canadian accent] Kira, your mother couldn't be here right now.

Why?

[Shouting]

Police! Stay inside!

Because she is out there, right now, doing something very brave.

She's making sure everything is safe so you two can be together.

I'm unarmed.

[Slam]

[Crying] Turn around.

Turn around! All the way.

[Shuddering]

Kneel.

I'm guessing you know how.

This isn't necessary. Kneel down.

You're different than the others.

Yeah, I am.

Uh!

You wanted to talk? Let's talk.

I think I'm dying.

Yeah, I think I'll watch.

Where did you come from?

I came out of the woodwork.

Where did you come from?

God sent me.

Right, so you don't know, either.

You don't know God.

This God?

The one branded on your friend Maggie Chen?

Maggie helped make you.

Then she saw the light and came to our side.

Beth k*lled her to protect us.

I can save you.

Right, because we have a connection.

I can see a light in you.

There's a light in all of us.

No!

N... no!

The others, poor copies of God's image of human beings.

But not you?

You're special?

They told you you were the original, didn't they?

[Buzz]

[Buzz]

You people!

It's not true, what they said!

We're genetic identicals.

Let me save you.

You, me, Beth, the German you k*lled!

We're all made the same.

Whoever told you different hates you as much as they hate us.

You're wrong.

What happened to you, Helena?

Stay back!

Can you feel it?

[Pounding on door]

Beth!

Beth!

[Pounding]

Beth!

[Pounding]

Beth, are you in there?

Run!

You don't feel it?

There's no one here!

You're here.

Why?

Beth!

The apartment of the woman you k*lled?

What the hell are you thinking?

How can you be my auntie Alison?

My mum doesn't have any sisters.

My mum doesn't even have a mum.

Well, it's very complicated.

But, Kira, I'm sorry about this, but it's very important that you keep this a secret, right?

Promise?

Getting on for bedtime, Kira, love.

Up you go. Get your PJs.

[English accent] Pinkies.

Bye, mummy.

Scoot.

Thanks for everything.

Well, you kept your word. You showed up.

I mean Kira.

She's well and that's, uh, down to you.

Sarah.

I'm just, uh, I'm not used to an honest word on the subject.

Um, I'd like to do this again, sooner, rather than later.

I'm not opposed, long as we take it slowly.

So, I'll be by tomorrow to walk her home from school.

Straight home.

Well, all right, then.

Well, unleash the doves.

World peace must be right around the corner.

Piss off, you.

Well, aren't you full of surprises.

You passed!

You turned S's head for your Uncle. Mwah!

Well, that's something.

Uh-oh.

Kira knew right away.

No.

Oh, shite!

[Siren wails, tires screech]

Art: I just don't get it.

It doesn't make any sense to me.

Just explain to us why you were at the home of Maggie Chen.

Like I said, I was taking a walk to clear my head. I found myself there.

You just found yourself there? Yeah.

"Yes" or "no"... is there a connection between the Maggie Chen sh**ting death and this Jane Doe homicide?

None.

Well, you called this meeting, Beth.

What the hell are we doing here?

After the Chen thing, I came back to prove that I could, but I'm not doing anybody any good, so, I quit.

After all we've done for you?

Yeah. I appreciate it, but...

But you bail. Why?

What is it with you?!

Walking out's not the answer, Childs.

So how does this go?

Something like this?

[Choking]

What'll they do to me?

This is about Paul, right?

We think Beth was spying on him.

She wasn't messing around, was she?

Maybe it's time to find out where Paul works.

What happened to your scar?

Why were you in my vanity?

Donnie, what's in the box?!

I don't know who you are.

Sarah, I thought you were dead!

Is someone trying to hurt us?

Why do you ask that?

[Shutter clicks]

How could you do that to her?