01x08 - The Orphanage

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I'll do what you asked.

I'll lead you to St. George.

I suggest
we remove you, ma'am.

No.

This place won't survive
without you.

Then I built it wrong.

What happened?

This whole time you--
you knew?

We don't
have time for this.

It's adrenaline.

It'll give you
another few hours.

But only take it
if you're seizing.

The dose is strong enough
to induce a heart attack.

Have we figured out

how Victor Simonek
is connected to this?

He's been entertaining
Alexander's parents since lunch.

I did my part.
My parents better be safe.

You're not St. George!

k*ll Hale and the parents!

Doctor Kasperian?

Mark. From Kevnik.

I have the samples
you requested.

You're...

not what I expected.

It's impossible
to track these pills

back to him
or any of them.

If this goes wrong,
it's on us.

We'd either end up in jail
or dead.

And for me,
it's not about money.

There's no amount
worth the risk.

So...

what'd they catch you doin'?

- Me, I was upstate, I was--
- Stop.

We are not the same.

I don't live in fear

that my bad deeds
will catch up to me.

You bought into the ideology.

Anything I do...

guarantees that no one
experiences what I have.

Ever again.

But you didn't expect
to have to go this far.

To hurt someone close to you.

Are you really gonna
go through with it?

Thanks for coming,
Mark from Kevnik.

Be sure to leave your card
at reception.

So we know where to find you.

Something's changed.

I just have
this terrible feeling

like I'm gonna
miss something big.

Keep watching Alexander.

If he's not on board,
we call it.

I'd like to meet him.

It’s an honor
to meet you, ma'am.

Mm.

This used to be
a sort of a classroom

where we taught our operatives
to resist interrogation.

We taught them to survive
as long as possible

by distancing from the truth.

That the battle
was in their own minds.

That no interrogator

can take what you have
not already decided to give.

I think you can relate to this.

It can't be easy knowing
your eyes and ears are hacked.

No, ma'am.

Mm.

They tell me you have
a conscience problem.

That it gets in the way
of orders.

Why'd you save the child?

In your Copenhagen test.

You saved the boy.
Not the woman. Why?

Because he was
in greater danger.

You knew the American citizen
was the priority.

Yes, but she had a shot
at getting on the next chopper.

And he was already
in your arms.

Putting him down...

feels a more deliberate evil

than just turning your back,
doesn't it?

The OSS designed
the Copenhagen test

right after the w*r.

They needed to know

that our operatives
would follow an order

no matter what
their conscience said.

That loyalty to our country

superseded any other
human concern.

They designed the test
as a binary.

Pick one or the other.

But I think
the real question is,

why didn't you save them both?

- I couldn't.
- Yes, you could.

You could've
given up your seat.

If I had missed
that helicopter,

I would've had to stay hidden
until they came back to get me.

And if I was captured,
I'd be used as

- a bargaining chip against us.
- No.

That's a good rationalization
after the fact.

It's not what you were thinking
in the moment, though, was it?

I was thinking
about my team.

Returning to a combat zone
without the element of surprise.

I could've gotten them all
k*lled over a rescue mission.

That's a concern,
I'm sure.

It's not the whole answer.

With respect, ma'am,

you don't know
what I was thinking.

Do you?

I've replayed this in my mind
a thousand times.

I made the choice
that saved the most lives.

The choice
that saved the most lives

in a hypothetical.

Whereas you had two civilians
in front of you

who needed help.

And you were
the only one of the three

with a chance
of getting out alive.

I made
a split-second decision--

And it bothered you
beyond words for years.

It was the tipping point
that started your panic attacks.

It was the thing
you couldn't shake.

Because deep down you know

there was another way.

You can intellectualize
every angle of it,

but your body
is not convinced.

You made a choice
that part of you hates.

I think, while you
were bending the rules,

you didn't give up your seat

because you knew your commanders
didn't want you to.

You were still
following orders.

There's a flaw in the test.

It's a binary. Us or them.

The real world
is far more complex.

They tell me your problem
is following your conscience.

I think your real problem
is you haven't gone far enough.

We don't know
what our enemy is after.

But you weren't
chosen at random.

At some point,
you'll be approached.

Possibly to be
turned against us.

No matter what they say,
no matter what we say,

no matter what
the orders are...

let's see where
your compass takes you.

Watch him
very, very closely,

and if you see evidence that
he is colluding with the enemy,

be prepared
to give the k*ll order.

Verbal confirmation
of the conditions

of the k*ll order, please.

Conditions understood.

Do you really think
he flipped?

I think...

nothing makes sense.

None of the puzzle pieces
are fitting together.

It's like...

I can't see the picture yet.

I'm gonna pop in
and say hi to Victor.

- Really? I--
- Yeah.

You didn't even
touch your food.

Your food's gonna get cold.

- It's okay.
- It's three bites!

Do we have the kitchen?

I’ll be right back.

No. They found the wires.

All right, move the team
around back

in case he tries to run.

What is he doing?

Oh.

Lunch okay?
How was your trip?

Got in late last night.

Come,
help me with the flour.

Health inspectors, yeah, they--

they came here yesterday,
unscheduled...

I think they're
looking into me again.

Paris trip
didn't go as planned.

I've never asked you
for anything like this before,

but I think I need to speak
to St. George. Directly.

I need to explain this to her.

Thank you.

Always.

I'll do what you ask.

As soon as Victor
comes through,

I'll lead you to St. George.

What do we do?

She's here.

She's okay.

I'm not done
until you're done.

I will find him
and end this.

But there's something
you should know.

I told him his apartment
was bugged.

Morse code.

I had to give him something

to make it seem like
I was on his side

to get him to trust me.

That was a good idea.
Thank you.

I've got a place
for you to go.

I'll text you an address.

Keep me alive out there.

We found him.
A cabin that belongs to Rachel.

- We're closing in.
- I'm coming.

Why would he
say that out loud?

They're still there.

Five minutes out from cabin.

When Alexander said
"I love you" to his parents,

it wasn't in Mandarin.
What was it?

Uh, Hakka.

Yeah.

We would speak Mandarin

if it was just us
in the house,

uh, unless my dad
was mad at me.

If I was really in trouble,
he'd speak Hakka.

But if there were guests
in the house,

or, uh, we were in public,

or even just on the phone,
it was always--

Pull up the restaurant.
When Alexander left.

Parker,
we're at the cabin in two.

I need to see
the mom's face.

Please!

I know, Mom. I know.

- Just stay here, okay?
- Okay.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

What? What is it?

Ma'am.

Hi. Sorry.

He's not flipped!

When he said the thing
to Schiff,

he knew the apartment
was bugged. Michelle told him.

- Why would he say it out loud?
- Exactly!

Why wouldn't he just
write it down for Schiff to see?

Because Schiff didn't know
that we were listening!

Alexander was
giving us the plan

so that we could prepare.

And in his Poseidon interview,

he said that his dad
only ever used Hakka

when he was
really in trouble.

And we he said
goodbye to them,

he didn't use Mandarin.

He used Hakka.

He was telling them
to stay and listen to him

because he was in trouble.

Alexander's been trying
to tell us

that he's not flipped!

But he can't let Schiff know

what he's doing! He's--

He's throwing us a Hail Mary!
We have to trust him.

Wouldn't it be lovely
if she were right?

And if you're wrong?

Oh, I'll k*ll him myself.

In position.

- Locking on target.
- Wait!

- Hold!
- Miss the shot!

Make it look like
we're still hunting him,

but we want him
to get away.

Roger that.
Missing the shot.

Okay.

Okay.

Follow him. Let's--

Let's figure out
where he's going.

And I'm gonna need
a St. George.

What?

Where are we going?

Just need to get out
of the house for a little bit.

Oh.

What is this place?

Somewhere safe.

"These halls are dedicated

to a fragile idea
that needs protecting."

Oh, that's lovely.
Who said that?

A very, very smart woman.

Did we build all this?

Yes, my love.

We did.

Not too shabby.

Osiris approaching.

Closer.
I wanna see his face

when he opens the door.

Hello, Miss St. George.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
especially so late.

We're on.

Osiris is leaving.

We'll catch up to him.
Focus on Schiff.

Infill on my mark.

He's headed
to the restaurant.

Warn Michelle.

It's coming.

The neck?

The f*cking neck?

Oh, I'm sorry,
should I have saved your life

in a less painful way?

What the hell
are you doing here?

Long story.

There's a handgun
in the console.

There's two guys coming
with as*ault r*fles.

Do you know
how to use that thing?

Yeah, I took a course.

We gotta move.
They're going after my parents.

Here.

What was in that?

Adrenaline.

And other drugs
that prevent seizures.

From Cassandra
RU-two-five-eight?

Stay down! We--

I think the adrenaline
kicked in.

Uh-huh.

Let's take the car, come on.

We gotta get
to the restaurant.

You ready?

- More coming in!
- This way.

More. Circle in!

Wait! Go! This way!

Move! In here!

I'm out.

Sideboard!
Button, back left.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm out!

Yeah.

sh*t.

What're you doin'?

Are you kidding me?
It's like a mile away!

Yeah, keep up.

Hale!

Oh, my God.

Nice shot. Come on.

What the f*ck is this place?

It's my contingency.

Once in the game,
always in the game.

You're telling me.

And, uh, who are you?

That's Alexander's girlfriend.

He didn't tell us
he was seeing anybody.

- You're pretty.
- Well, thank you,

but ex-girlfriend.
He broke up with me.

Oh, yeah?
What'd you do?

Uh, d-don't listen
to her.

We don't really need
to know what you did.

Tear gas.

Let's move!

Okay, behind the bar!

Down, down!

Get them
out of here!

Right, take your shot!

Move!

Watch your back!

Kitchen, go!

Go, go!

Not back!

Behind!

Is it over?

Wait, wait, wait!
I'm with him.

I've never seen that man
before in my life.

He's kidding.

Tell her you're kidding!

Tell her you're kidding!

Hey, Mom.

Orphanage incoming.

Tag team, on me. Let’s go.

- Copy.
- When you're ready.

- Yeah, clear.
- All good!

We got 'em.
They're all safe.

Okay, we need
containment there now.

Use FBI skins.
Then we need to get Osiris

into processing
for a debrief with-- for--

Are you okay?
Are you hurt?

No-- No, we're fine.

Absolutely no one in or out.
The Bureau is handling this.

We need to see inside

and take photos
for our investigation.

Excuse me.
Have you heard of

Federal Statute
One-one-seven-dot-four-three?

We have court-ordered
jurisdiction here...

Your ex-girlfriend
seems nice.

Too skinny.

You're gonna have
to go away for a bit.

I can't know where.

Just in case.

Listen,

this whole thing happened
because I--

Hey-- That's o--
That's okay. It's okay.

You don't have
to say anything.

We understand.

We know everything
we need to know about you.

Uh, it's time.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Hi.

Hey.

How're you feeling?

Been better.

I gotcha.

We think the worst is past.

We were able to slow down

the electrical processes
in your brain.

And then,
everything normalized.

Whoever upgraded
this technology, they--

they found a way to bypass
the worst of the symbiosis.

It gave you a fighting chance.

The good news is,
it's stable.

And you're gonna live
a very long time.

And I'm gonna
be here for a bit.

Just for a little while.

Until the feed's contained.

How would you feel
about serving

as Assistant Director
of Operations?

I'd feel like...

you were making a mistake.

No offense. But there have
to be more impressive resumes.

Many people in this building
would agree with that.

We've been running
the intelligence services

for the better part
of eight decades

assuming that our conscience
must be silent.

I would like
in my more hopeful moments

to believe
there's another way.

Maybe you could find it.

Fertilizer every six months,

and because it doesn't
get as much rain as I'd like,

I water it every two weeks,
just a good soak.

Someday.

When it's time.

So, mission's
really over, huh?

Just when
I got to know Michelle.

So,

what are you gonna do next?

I got a promotion.

Mm

You deserve it.

And the first thing I did
with my new...

impressive power was...

ask for a restricted
personnel file.

And I had it incinerated.

All back-ups too.

Is that the truth?

Yeah.

Did you--

Didn't wanna know.

It's gone.

Forever.

Thank you.

You deserve it.

So...

who do you wanna be?

Disconnect the mirror.

Put your hands up!
Move to the back! Now!

Move to the back!
Face the wall!

Against the wall, now!
You, drop it!

Let’s go! Hands up!

Clear!

Thanks, buddy.

The operation that hacked you
has been shuttered.

We dismantled
Schiff's monitoring station,

confiscated his drives,

and since Rachel's cabin
was destroyed,

we confirmed they didn't
send it anywhere else.

- It's over.
- But I'm still...

broadcasting
through my head, right?

Yeah. It's permanent.

But you can go back
to normal life.

How can you be so sure?

Come on, Hale.

There is no "sure."

But I'm a fan of stacking
the deck in our favor.

Now that we're not keeping up
appearances for Schiff,

Frances took the opportunity
while you were...

unconscious

to install a governor.

But you can go back
to full broadcast.

Press the side button
on the watch

to turn it on or off.

Green means
you're broadcasting,

red means you're not.

You wanna keep
the hack open.

That depends.
On what you wanna do next.

Take your time.

But if you're not done
with clandestine work,

there's still some fun
we could have.

Let me know what you decide.

I need you to send a message
to someone for me.

Whoever figured out
I wasn't flipped. Whoever--

Whoever came up with the plan
with fake St. George.

Just tell 'em
I say thank you.

Tell her yourself.

Hi.

Hi.

Thank you
for saving my life.

Again.

You have no idea.

Probably not.

But my parents are alive
because of you.

No.

You did that.

It was an impossible choice.

Parents or The Orphanage.

But you finally found
a way to save both.

By not doing it alone.

Good job with Michelle.
That was, uh--

That was perfect.

I know.

Until she stabbed me.

Good thing
she didn't k*ll you.

You know, I'd say
see you around, but, uh...

I feel like
it'd be safer for you

if I didn't know
what you looked like.

Yeah.

It's better this way.

Yeah.

A well-written report
that no one asked you to write.

That's a specialty of mine.

How'd you figure out
about the hack?

You wanted me to.

You asked me the question
that prompted it:

why did he save me?

If I was wrong

about the kind of person
that Alexander is,

what else might I have missed?

I started with experimental
surveillance files.

Looking for any way that he
may have been compromised.

And then I realized
just how far

you all were willing to go
to win.

As far as committing treason.

And maybe, just maybe...

far enough
to keep the hack open.

Even after Henry
or Schiff was gone.

Your point?

I want in.

And why in the name
of our holy Lord

would we want someone

who betrayed
confidential information

to the CIA and then almost got
our asset k*lled

to join the team?

I don't know.
But you do.

Because we're meeting here.

This is where we talk
to Field Assets.

You didn't want anyone to know
that you were speaking with me.

Because to the world,

I'm a disgraced
former Orphanage refugee.

They see me as someone

with insider knowledge

and a grudge.

Definitely not someone still
working for The Orphanage...

undercover.

We can use that.

Yes, we can.

Now arriving, Metro Center.

Doors will open on the right.

Hey.

Hey.

You good?

You?

Yeah.

Thanks for looking after
my folks.

Of course.

Your mom's a lot.

Yeah.

- You movin' on?
- I'm done.

Going to go live
a normal life...

out there...
somewhere.

Good.

So, what's your new name
gonna be?

Forget I asked.

When you're finally done
with the life...

come find me.

I thought
we should finally meet

after all this time.

Have a little chat.

So, uh, this is all I got.

Oh, yeah. Wh--

Yeah, that's fine.

- So, when you went Upstairs...
- I didn't know yet.

So, what'd you do
when you realized?

How'd you not give it away?

I used the incinerator
to cover the sound

of me writing a note
without looking at it.

It's really...

irritating,

how easily
all this comes to you.

Listen, um...

I'm sorry.

About the whole turning you over
to the Agency stuff.

You were just doin' your job.

They could've
brought you in on it.

No, if I were them,
I wouldn't've told me either.

I owe you an apology.

However inadequate
that might seem.

I left you in Berlin

because it was
more convenient for me.

If I had it all to do again,

I'd make a different choice.

No.

It'd play out in the same manner
again and again.

Because for all
your illusion of control,

you're just one person.

A stone in the river.

The system, the apparatus

won't allow you to be
any different than you are.

Now who's diminishing how much
a single individual can matter?

Touché.

Hmm.

Go home, Parker.

Something doesn't fit.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm serious.

Your brain will have
a hard time letting go

when it's actually over.
It can drive you crazy.

Get some rest.

Run it through with me.
One last time.

I doubt if an apology
is why I'm here.

Have you figured it
all out yet?

Of course you have.

That's why I'm not
currently handcuffed.

Because you know
you need my help.

Wait, so, making
the new version of Cassandra,

finding the right candidate,

infiltrating their life,
hacking them...

it-- that--
that would take years.

And then once
the hack is active,

they're just selling off intel
to whoever will buy it.

Doing it that way means
that we would find the mole

within a matter of months.

You exploited the hack.

But you're not
the one who did it

in the first place, are you?

Schiff wasn't trying
to protect him,

but why not?

Alexander was an investment
years in the making.

You discovered it was happening

and then found your own
backdoor into the signal.

That's very good.

I thought I'd have
to explain all this

in order to barter
for my life,

but this is much more efficient.

I've been meaning to ask,

how did you find me
that night?

I was following you
since the carousel.

Keeping my distance.

But how'd you know
where I was gonna be?

Dumb luck.

I was actually tailing
someone else at first.

The signal was going
in two directions.

We thought it was just
covering the trail.

Who was it?

Wh-- Oh, look who it is.

I thought you were
going out tonight?

Wasn't feeling well.

What-- What is it?
What's wrong?

Cobb was watching you
that night.

You were the only connection
to me that he knew about.

He saw you make a call.

He couldn't make out much,

but he heard the words
"carousel"

and "he's injured."

You were calling for someone
to give me medical treatment.

Has Rachel been working
with you the whole time?

Did you hack me, Victor?

Well, whatever--

Did you hack me?

Yeah. Uh, but--

I trusted you.

Yeah, I-- I trust you

more than anybody else
in the world.

But this is bigger than you.

Or me.
And I need you to--

This wasn't just to get eyes
inside The Orphanage, was it?

You know, you never cease
to impress me.

Okay.

You...

were always
just a little too talented

to stay stuck in the Downstairs
for very long.

So, we just had to make sure
that wherever you ended up,

it was gonna be somewhere
where we needed you to be.

"We?"

So, who are you working with?

You ordered
the Copenhagen test.

Yes.

I had to prove
you were worthy.

And if you
will just come with me,

I will show you everything.

All right,
it's not much further.

Listen, Alexander,

you remember the first thing

I ever taught you
about intelligence?

Always assume
you're only seeing

one small piece
of the puzzle.

And so...

we had to have
more than one.

That particular Asset
is the only one like you.

He knows we can see
what he can see.

Why are you
watching Michelle?

Well, we have to.

She's a loose end.

Don't-- Don't--
Don't look so alarmed.

For people like us,
Alexander...

...it's never done.