Father.
A momentous day.
Yes.
Won't you eat?
I'll watch.
We're seeing to Mr. Bailiff.
I wish you'd take them raw.
Unveil.
Eustice Huang.
Today marks the end of your Wintertide Fellowship.
Congratulations.
Your bed will be moved from your parents' home
to the Gunnel Eagan Empathy Center in Svalbard,
where you will work to steward global reforms.
I thought I'd be finishing the quarter.
Empathy awaits, fellow Huang.
You may resume your duties for the day.
A shuttle will pick you up at dusk.
But first…
lay the game on the table.
The handbook requires that you mark this betterment with a material sacrifice.
I have chosen your ring toss game as a proper totem.
Again.
Asher picked up the kids.
Outstanding.
I kissed your innie.
Beg pardon?
I saw your innie again at Lumon.
And right before I left,
we ended up kissing for about a minute.
What?
I'm sorry.
How?
What the fuck? Like…
It didn't f…
It didn't what?
It didn't mean anything?
I wasn't going to say that.
Wow.
Yeah.
You've been adrift.
You know that.
This is so many fucking dimensions of fucked.
He just…
He reminds me of how you used to be.
- Okay. - Dylan?
I'm gonna go to work and earn a paycheck to feed our children.
- Will you st… - And I'm gonna respectfully request
that you don't follow me there
and use my own body to fucking cheat on me.
- Don't leave. - You know what?
Since I would have no way of knowing if that's happening or not…
I don't know. Maybe I just go quit.
Maybe I go in and I quit and I just end his existence.
How about that?
Burt.
"They may be also connected
to several recent disappearances or deaths.
Goodman may have participated
as a low-level Lumon enforcer or goon."
"Lumon goon." That stings.
We never used words like that.
With Lumon it's very specific language.
That was before. I…
I know now that I was wrong.
I know you're not with them.
Would you go for a ride with me?
Burt, I'm sorry. I…
Go for a ride with me.
Yes?
- It's nine o'clock. - And?
The numbers aren't moving.
He may just be running late.
The final quota was promised today.
Get him here now.
Hello?
Mark?
- Do you know where you are? - I'm fine.
All right. Where are you?
Smelly fucking car.
That's nice.
And how about me? Am I me or a copy machine?
Tragically, you're you.
This is a mistake.
I'm sorry. The wind was whistling
over the hole in the back of your skull, so I didn't quite get that.
Did you just call my plan a fucking mistake?
We told her everything.
She told us shit.
We can't trust her.
Yeah.
This is it.
Looks like she's not here yet.
I mean, what if it's a trap?
Maybe it is, I don't know. Maybe it's not.
But we fucking need her.
Don't answer it.
- Where's Mark? - Excuse me?
This is the second day in a row he's not here. Is he coming in?
Nondisclosure policy forbids.
He had a nosebleed before.
Is he okay?
Why?
He's Department Chief.
Dylan is. In Mark's absence.
Kinda like you and Cobel.
Replace one part with another.
That's enough, Helly R.
Don't you mean Helly E?
Helena Eagan is my employer.
You are my subordinate and this behavior constitutes insubordination.
Yeah, no shit.
Leave it open.
I told you about us.
What?
I told my husband
about you and me this morning.
Was he glad for us?
No.
Well, he should be because I'm… I'm making you happy.
I know.
And he's not.
I can't see you anymore.
He threatened to quit.
And I don't know if he's still going to.
But maybe if I tell him that this is over…
- No. Hold on. - This is all my fault.
- I never should have come here. - Wait.
Gretchen, my life started when you came here.
That's not true.
You have so much going for you.
No, I have nothing else.
I have this and I have fucking pencil erasers.
I'm sorry, I have to go.
No, wait, wait.
Gretchen G…
- Oh, my God. - I love you.
And I know I'm just an innie, but I love you all the way, I do.
Gretchen…
I made this for you.
I can give you a life. Please.
I'm so sorry.
Gretchen.
Gretchen!
You should keep it.
Give it to someone you meet down here.
It's just O&D and the goat people.
That we know of.
She's my wife.
She's not your wife…
Because no one would treat someone they love the way she's treating you.
Like all the outies treat us.
Like everything's for them.
Okay, well, what the fuck is there to do about it?
At the end of the day, we're still stuck down here, with no lives and no family.
Irving was your family.
- Dude. - And he left you a message.
The black hallway.
I don't know if he knew where it leads, but he thought it was important
and they convinced you to turn your back on him
for some outie woman you don't even know.
You know it's your fault we're down here at all, right?
No, it's not.
And if we're so different from our outies,
then how come we couldn't tell when you were gone?
Irving could.
Mark couldn't.
Sorry, I guess I'm an asshole down here too.
Hello, Mark.
How are you?
Oh, my God, so good.
My wife's being held prisoner at Lumon
and I just got brain surgery in my basement.
How have you been?
We're allies now, there's no need to…
We're allies now, we're not neighbors anymore?
- Sorry, I just… I guess I'm confused. - Can you…
This birthing cabin, you can take us there, right?
So we can talk to his innie.
Not yet.
Even under the cover of dark, it's perilous.
We wait for night.
- It's perilous. Okay. - Okay, yeah.
You want us to wait until the evening?
We don't even know if he's completed the file yet.
I assume no.
What file?
Cold Harbor.
And if you've completed it…
well…
"Well" what?
She's already dead.
Jesus Christ.
She better be fucking alive.
- No! Fuck this. We're leaving. Right now. - Hold on. Wait,
- Mark… Okay… - I'm trying to help you.
Mark.
She is there and we are out here in the middle of fucking nowhere.
I know and we're gonna get her out,
but listen, that's what we're doing here, right?
Call Mr. Milchick.
Tell him you're unwell and won't be coming in today.
Do it now.
Oh, my God.
If he smells chicanery, he'll lock you out of the building.
- How about fuck off? How about that? - Wait.
- I mean… - Mark.
- No, fuck that. No… - Hold on. Stop. Don't go anywhere.
- …no fucking way. - Mark, wait.
- Listen to me. - Absolutely not.
- Do you have any idea how insane she is? - Yes, I do.
- Do you know what she did? - Mark, listen to me.
- Listen to me. Take a breath. - No, I can't.
- We can't do it. - Mark,
there is literally no other option than to do what the fuck she says right now.
For Gemma.
She knows where she is, Mark.
Okay, Irving.
Fuck this place.
I never hurt anyone.
I want you to know that.
I drove people places.
I didn't ask what happened to them once they get there.
Is that what today is?
I'm sure you know this is very disappointing and reeks of ingratitude.
Done.
Anything else?
Key card.
Please report to the elevator and wait.
I'm sorry, Dylan G.
I should have facilitated better.
That's enough.
It's not your fault.
So this is "tightening the leash"?
Our most vital refiner missing in the wind,
on what was to be Lumon's finest day.
This is your fault.
I have followed protocol, Mr. Drummond,
but I thank you for your remonstration.
A needlessly complex word for a simple idea.
Apologize for the word.
- Sir… - Apologize for the word.
I apologize.
Shorter.
I'm sorry.
Again.
Mr. Drummond…
Again.
Devour feculence.
It means "eat shit," Mr. Drummond.
- What did you just say to me? - I am manager of the severed floor,
which means two things.
First, I am owed a measure of respect, even by my superiors.
Second, and more obvious, that said floor comprises the whole of my jurisdiction.
To put that monosyllabically,
it's not my fault
what Mark Scout does when he is not at work.
It's yours.
Mr. Scout. Where are you?
Well, I'm…
I was worried about these nosebleeds.
So we drove to this clinic out in Soil Hill
and, you know, they want to do a few more tests.
Let me send a car.
You are a priority employee
and you should be under Lumon care.
May I get your exact location?
I…
Mr. Scout?
I'm not sick.
I just needed the day, okay?
May I ask why?
No.
I've just got life stuff.
Isn't that what Lumon's all about?
Balance?
I mean, work is just work, right?
Do you know what I mean, Mr. Milchick?
Mr. Milchick?
I have your word you report to work tomorrow?
You do. Yeah, I'll be there. I promise.
Good. And thank you for calling.
Here you go, sir.
Thanks.
This line goes as far as you can go.
I can't know where you get off.
And you can never come back to Kier.
Do you understand?
No.
Won't Lumon come after you?
You asked me why I severed…
I liked the idea that I could be innocent again.
Part of me.
But then my innocent part fell in love with you.
I want to remember it.
Probably better we don't.
I've never been loved before.
Not really.
Well, now you have.
How does it feel?
I don't know. I…
Don't you want to know how it felt?
It's not possible.
Burt…
It's okay.
Just go.
I'm… I've never had this.
- I know. - My whole life.
I know.
I want to.
I wanna have it.
Irving.
I'm ready.
We can't.
I'm ready.
We can't.
We can't!
Bon voyage…
buddy.
Burt…
bye.
Left, left, right.
Right, down the hall, right, right, left, down the hall, left.
Left, right, down, left… Fuck.
Right, all the way down the hallway,
turn left, right, left, down the hall, left.
Fuck.
Right, left, right down the hallway, right,
left, down the hallway, left, left, left, right, left, left…
You tricked me.
My Helly.
What the fuck?
We're going to cottage five.
I don't have anyone scheduled.
She's one of Jame's.
No one's to know.
Miss Marsha White, ninth floor.
Specialties Department.
I'm looking for a gold thimble.
Hi, Mark.
- Wait. What? - You're okay. You're fine.
No, no.
If you walk out that door, he's just gonna come right back in again.
- What is this? - It's gonna be okay.
Can I… You wanna walk with me?
Sorry, just come with me.
You're good. Yeah.
- Are you my… - She just wanted to talk.
Do you remember the last thing that you said to me?
She's alive.