Effects of External Conditions Orphan Black

This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting from the start.

I saw a girl kill herself who looked exactly like me.

Elizabeth Childs. To find out who she is or rob the rest of her shit?

- Beth is a cop. I'm a cop. - Who the hell is Maggie Chen?

That's the woman Beth shot.

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 killing us off!

The German's dead.

Someone shot 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 killer contacted Art.

He's already at the scene where Katja was shot.

That was in the sniper's nest.

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

"I am fearfully and wonderfully made."

GUNFIRE

I'm OK! Go after him, go!

Oh!

I'm not Beth!

"I'm not Beth".

MOANING

"I'm not Beth".

"I'm not Beth".

"I'm not Beth".

Shh.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Why would one of us be killing 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-defence 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 killer up my arse, so...

Wait, is she your biological child

or adopted, like mine?

Mine. Why?

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 killer's hit list and, now, I am.

Yeah? What am I supposed to do about it?

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 way back symbol of fecundity.

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

Seriously, what is she on about?!

Quiet. She's just weird.

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

OK, 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 killer.

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 realise 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.

OK, let's talk nature.

Out of nine, so far,

one's a psycho who killed four others,

one committed suicide,

one is a bloody soccer mum,

and then, there's you.

My crazy sister is sane, by comparison.

Thanks, Fee.

I think this might help us figure out

where she's coming from, so I'll look into it.

PHONE RINGS

Ah, police business.

- Art's got a lead. - OK.

Hey, you didn't show this to Alison,

by any chance, did you?

Are you joking? She'd crap her Lululemons.

HE LAUGHS

I've got Alison on stand-by.

LAUGHTER

Make sure Gemma wears her seat belt!

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?

OK. 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 3am, normal time.

I don't crash in.

< One time.

Oh, crap.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

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 killer 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 OK.

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, military?

Looks like it's got to 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 OK, darling.

I'm not her.

She said you would come.

Pick a colour.

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 OK, sweetie. It's OK.

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 killer 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-calibre.

So, we have a long-range, high-powered weapon.

Name me one homicide

ever pinned on a female sniper.

How's that profile?

Female killers 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 she'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 killer 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 killed 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.

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.

OK, 17 is the street number of the quarry

where we found Jane Doe.

ART: Yeah. Rooming house,

shooting scene,

the kid's house,

even the precinct... everywhere we've been.

Except one... 1,024. GPS gives one address with that street number,

ten 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 sniper,

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

TYRES SCREECH

Whoa, Beth!

Rough night?

Okey-doke, then.

Out.

SHE CHUCKLES

BELL RINGS

What?

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

- RADIO: All clear. - Copy. OK,

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 till she bleeds out.

< DEANGELIS: Ho-ly shit.

It's the same figures as the fortune teller.

She saying she's a serial killer?

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.

PHONE RINGS

AMERICAN ACCENT: Detective Childs.

Hey, it's me.

- Paul? - Oh.

Hello, Paul.

How are you doing?

- Mm, not too good. I got beat up. - What?!

What happened?

Oh, please come get me out of 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.

OK, let's let forensics have this.

I hope you don't have dinner plans.

Yeah, I'll be right with you.

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, Fee.

Yeah, your permanent address.

I do have one really idiotic idea.

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.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

What happened? Is she OK?

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

That doesn't sound OK.

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?

Ten 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 killer 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 neighbourhood, I'm sure.

COCKNEY ACCENT: The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

OK, Eliza(!) Holy shit.

We need to pull a full reverse Pygmalion here.

My crime-psych guy says

biblically messed up or not,

woman-on-woman means it's got to be personal,

whether it's her first or 15th kill.

Yeah, no, that makes sense.

So we're back to Jane Doe

and who she was to Jane Death.

Something's got to give.

When it does, you know..?

Yeah. Right behind ya.

These are your worst clothes?!

COCKNEY ACCENT: Well, I'm sorry, mate, but I don't shop second hand.

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!

PHONE RINGS

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 OK?

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, OK?

- No, no, no. No. Paul, I can't! - ART: Paul!

Everything all right here?

Does she seem all right to you?!

OK. Take it easy.

First day back, she gets beat up?

No wonder she wants to leave.

Boy, what the hell are you talking about?

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.

MOBILE RINGS

So, the woman Beth shot and Helena are connected.

Holy watershed.

OK, Beth probably shot 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.'

OK, so, the fish reads "Christian" and, crafted onto a weapon?

A personal crusade.

Great. A zealot.

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 killing 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.

OK, 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 shit 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 killer. 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.

PHONE RINGS

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 shot her, not me, if it's revenge you're after.

'It's not about revenge.'

It's about you.

'Right, we have a connection.'

KEYPAD BEEPS

- You want to tell me about that? - In person.

You have my invitation.

ELECTRONIC BEEP

'My name is Detective Beth Childs.

'I murdered Margaret Chen.

'It wasn't an accident.

'I shot her on purpose.'

- I'm gasping for a fag. - No, you're not. Sarah never smoked.

OK, it's curtain time.

So just remember that an insult is a greeting,

but you're trying not to lose your temper, yeah?

Mm-hm.

Wait. Um, thanks.

OK.

Over-slouching. You're over-slouching.

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?

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 sniper.

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 shooting's hard to shake. Maybe she's back too soon.

- I don't know if that's even it. - Where is she, anyway?

RINGING TONE

DOOR LOCK BUZZES

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 no, or something?

Is that for me?

SHE GASPS 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.

SHE SCOFFS Silly!

Of course I'm your mum.

Who else would I be?

You just look like her.

DOOR SLAMS, LAUGHTER

ALISON: It's still me, Kira.

What do you call me?

- Monkey. - What else?

Monkey...bum?

Face?

Where's my mum?

SHE DIALS, ELECTRONIC BEEPS

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.

DOOR SLAMS

Turn around.

Turn around! All the way.

SHE SHIVERS

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 killed 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?

DOOR BUZZER

You people! It's not true, what they said!

- We're genetic identicals. - Let me save you.

You, me, Beth, the German you killed!

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 ON DOOR

Beth! POUNDING ON DOOR

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 killed?

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, er, down to you.

Sarah.

I'm just, er, 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, TYRES 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 shooting 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?

SHE GASPS AND CHOKES