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Parallel Universe

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Howard Silk, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, J.K. SimmonsHoward Silk

Howard Silk and his counterintelligence agency are braced by his alter-ego Howard Prime pursuant of a ‘crossed over’ insurgent assassin in modern East Germany.

Howard Silk, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, J.K. Simmons“Come on, now.  Even a game lost is a game well played.  I’m trying to teach you.  Oh, well.  Next time.  Where would be the lesson in that?” — Howard Silk

“‘The weather was too hot for riding.’  ‘My mother loves the winter, but she lives in the south.’  ‘Flowers in the air.’  ‘Always a good season for orchids.'” — Howard Silk

“Oh, you don’t?  I think you’re just afraid you’re gonna miss me.” — Howard Silk

“Silk.  As you can see, I’ve made Row Designation six years now.  Uh, sh-she’s improving.  Thank you.  Yeah.  At my last review, uh, they mentioned there was an opening in Strategy.  Sorry, what?  I’m sor… Veilsdorf.  It’s quiet.  As-as you can see, I, uh… I’ve been with Interface for quite some time now.  Excellent.  Uh… I was hoping there would be room for me in Strategy.  An opportunity to serve at a higher level.  More relevant.  When?  I-If… if I could just have an interview… uh, I’m sorry.  Uh, uh, ‘non-approved?’  The man had a… spot on his… with all due respect, Mr. Quayle… I have come to this building every day and done my job.  I understand secrecy, security.  Three decades I’ve given to this office.  But honestly, sometimes it scares me.  I don’t know what we do here.  I certainly don’t understand why telling a stranger that he has a spot on his tie makes one shred of difference.  Yeah.” — Howard Silk

“What’s the occasion.  Uh, uh, no, I can’t.  Um… plans.  Congratulations.  Hers too.  Yes, it should have.  You came all the way here just to tell me that?  Yes, concussive trauma can take up to a year… I’m her family.  I have a new book.  ‘You, only.  Only you… exist.'” — Howard Silk

“Yes.  Aldrich.  Housekeeping.  I… have I done something wrong?  Me?  I’m-I’m sorry, the other side?  I… wha… what… I’m Howard.” — Howard Silk

“What is this?!  He looks exactly like me.  Other?  Mr. Quayle, you brought me into that room.  Please tell me what is going on.  I… identical to ours.  Wh… but… identical to ours?  He-he… he looks exactly like me, but he is nothing like me.  What-what kind of intelligence? Okay, okay, okay.  Okay.  Okay, who else knows about this?  I-I don’t know– governments, world leaders?  Wh-what about my wife?  Hold… what, are you saying my wife is in danger?  Wh-what does my wife have to do with any of this?” — Howard Silk

“Do you think… life is just a sum of our choices?  You do something and I react.  You do it often enough… my reaction changes.  We’re changing, all the time.  Those choices define who we are.  It’s not?  Know your problem?  You’re too young.” — Howard Silk

“Marcel.  Marcel was killed?  I… I’m-I’m sorry to interrupt, but I… I don’t understand.  Why do they want to hurt Emily?  By threatening my wife?  Wh-why not yours?  No.  Um… six weeks ago, she was crossing the street, and a… a car came out of nowhere.  Kid driving, wasn’t paying attention.  She’s in a coma.  Yeah.  Hold them back?  Every night.” — Howard Silk

“Keep it.  I-I haven’t worn it in years.  Uh… the nurses.  I say hello.  No one else, really.  Here, I-I want you to try this.  It’s from the bakery downstairs.  Please, indulge me.  It’s a… I spent a summer in Maine when I was a kid.  Yes, of course.  I’m sorry.  Right.  We spent.  Remember dad got the… the funnel cakes?  Really?  I-I don’t think so.  There’s so many things I want to ask you about.  Memories and… feelings that I’ve had my whole life that only belonged to me.  And now it’s… us.  We share… genetics.  A childhood.  So how did we get to be so different?  What kind of music do you listen to?  Favorite food?  Taste buds must be the same.  Chinese.  It’s fascinating.  I don’t know.  Just, uh, life, I guess.  Well… I mean, I’m not, I’m not making excuses.  Yeah, some.  Or right.  Um… I, uh, I read to her.  Books she likes.  Um, you know, poetry, mostly.  Whitman, Rilke, you know.  Just Eric.  Yeah.  Tried to talk her out of the wedding?  Yeah, the… wedding.  28 years ago, October.  We eloped.  When you know, you know.  Our first date, when she, uh, left the table to wash up, I said to the waiter, ‘I’m gonna marry her.’  I just knew.  I… I couldn’t get to sleep last night.  I was… I was so excited.  I… I was thinking, if there’s another me, that means there’s another her.  But… it’s too early to tell.  Were you, um… were you there… for her at the end?  You have regrets.” — Howard Silk

“Oh, wait.  Uh, can you pull over right here?  I’ll be right back.  Here.  I always bring her flowers.  Howard, wait.  Um… the, uh… the nurse on duty tonight is named Talia.  Cholesterol.  Uh, that could be Eric.  Her brother.  He left a contract on the, on the table by the door.  No.  No, of course not.  It’s… complicated.  Their mother wants her back in England.  What are…?  To check on my wife.  Just get on the plane, Eric.  It’s okay, you can go.  It’s safe.  Thanks for the ride.  I’ll tell you what I want.  I-I want the promotion that I should have had three days ago.  And real access.  Real operational knowledge.  I think, after 30 years, I deserve that.  Here’s what I do understand.  You need me now.  So, I guess you got to– I don’t know– figure it out.” — Howard Silk

“Yes.  Yes.  Outg… I’m sorry.  Uh, we, uh… we-we translate these conversations into what, exactly?  I don’t really know anything about the nature of our work.  So, what are we doing?  That’s right.  Analysis.  I’m sorry.  Wh… uh… why exactly are we in a concert hall?  No.  She’s… the other her.  It’s a… it’s a Thompson Tee.  Emily bought ’em for me.  You know, the… they have the… the pit guards for… sweating.  Okay, wh-what… wh-what exactly is it that you do for a living?  I just… I… I don’t understand how we can be… I mean, is your world really that different from mine?  Okay, well, like, 30 years ago, when the… when this door, portal was discovered… she plays beautifully.” — Howard Silk

Howard Prime, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, J.K. SimmonsHoward Silk (Prime)

“Hi, Howard.  Well, this is disappointing.  Does he really not know what’s going on?  What level are you?  Believe me, I’m not.  But I have to be back in about 12 minutes, so let’s discuss terms.  First, no one outside this room knows about this arrangement.  Because if you don’t, people start dying.  A kill order came out from my side, targeting people on your side.  Yeah, I get it.  You’re skeptical.  You’ve made that very clear.  Your Fourth Floor may be compromised.  All due respect, your intelligence is kind of a shit show right now.  Okay, well, this was fun.  Got to go.  Not till I know where you stand.  I’ll be back tomorrow.  Longer visa.  ‘Courier duty.’  You have until then to make up your mind.  And we’re gonna need this one, so you might want to… I don’t know, read him in.  Wow.  Interface.  Perfect.” — Howard Prime

“Bringing the embassy pouch.  12-hour visa.  It’s better on my side.  Not here.  Don’t know much about her.  Yeah, we didn’t know that until the other night.  She skipped out on a crash meeting by posing as a hooker.  Handle is Baldwin.  She’s a contract assassin.  Killed some good men on my side.  That your dead man’s dossier?  I don’t know.  He was Strategy?  Hmm.  There’s been some infighting in leadership on my side.  You’ve been aware of it?  There’s a faction, may be trying a takeover.  Unclear who, exactly.  They’re hard-line, ideological, don’t care much for diplomacy.  It’s been bad on my side for months now.  Contentious, defection talk.  People have been disappearing.  It’s not random.  I don’t know what it is, but it’s not random.  No.  Right now, nobody knows about this arrangement.  We need to keep it that way.  My guess is to send me a message.  My Emily’s dead.  Cancer.  Officially, I’m, 4C, Diplomacy.  But I’m Section Two.  I’ve spent my career building our clandestine operational network on your side.  What about, uh, the other Emily?  Where is she, at work?  So she’s in a hospital?  All right.  I need to know everything.  If Baldwin is operating on this side, your wife may be her next target.  Hold ’em back.  Look, the only advantage we have right now is she doesn’t know I’m here.  She’s methodical, she studies routine.  One break in that, and she might call it off.  When do you visit?  All right, I’ll go in your place tonight.  Howard, why do you think I brought you in on this?  For your great tactical skill?  Your in=depth knowledge of this whole fucking thing?  I need to pretend to be you, take Baldwin out myself.  Yeah, you’re right.  I don’t.  He does.  Excellent.” — Howard Prime

“Like looking in a mirror?  This was my favorite tie.  I lost it years ago.  Okay, let’s talk routine.  You go in, straight up to her room.  Anyone you interact with regularly?  No, thanks.  Yeah, I was there.  Yeah.  I really can’t.  High cholesterol.  Yeah.  You don’t have it?  Okay.  So?  You’d drive yourself crazy trying to chart it out.  Seriously, people have.  I don’t care for it.  I don’t know.  American, I guess.  Tell you what I’ve been wondering.  How come you never got out of Interface?  All these years, you never moved up.  What held you back?  Seriously?  Life?  That’s your excuse?  You have regrets?  See, this is what’s so fucked up.  Genetics, childhood– doesn’t matter.  We’re helpless to our experience.  Difference between you and me could be a single moment, one little thing gone wrong.  Okay, routine.  At the hospital.  Stay in touch with any of her family?  That piece of shit.  Eric always had it out for us.  Wedding?  28 years?  Wasn’t that right after we’d met?  She gonna make it?  Uh, I, um… I wasn’t perfect.” — Howard Prime

“Fuck off.  Oh, wait.  What is it?  Give him one, too. Yeah, take a right off the elevator, room 322.  Flowers.  Give me a gun.  All right.  Keep your people out of sight, huh?  Keep him out of sight, too, huh?  Pull around back.  Is it her?  Okay.  What do I need to know?  What is this?  You didn’t sign it.  You weren’t going to.” — Howard Prime

“Listen.  This is about me, isn’t it?  You tried to warn her away from me from the beginning.  She was in love.  She was happy.  And you tried to ruin the one good thing she had.  No.  I said no.  Let me tell you something, Eric.  This is something very few people will tell you.  You’re a real fucking asshole.  Guys like you confuse words with action.  I don’t.  So I will be very, very clear.  If you or anyone in your family try to take her away from me, we will be done.  There will be nothing left to say.  And believe me, Eric, the last thing you want is me with nothing left to say.  Shh.  Listen to me.  Someone is coming up here to kill her.  Shut the fuck up.  Stay in this room, stay away from the door.  I’m trying to save her life here.  Do you understand me?  Eric.  Do you understand me?  Not a fucking sound.  Where is she?  Down!  You okay?  Where you going?  She’ll try again.  I’ll get another visa.  Might take 24 hours, maybe longer.  Meantime, you keep watch.  We’re gonna need that one again.” — Howard Prime

“Scotch.  You know that conversation is a waste of your time and mine.  You got to be fucking kidding me.  Two Bulgarians acting like they didn’t just come in together.  They’re with you.  Jesus, Emily.  You have no idea.  That’s not what this is.  Your guys here are gonna take me, make up whatever story they want, and you’ll never see me again.  I can’t.  So you know… I’m unarmed.” — Howard Prime

“Hey, buddy.  That his blood or yours?  Good boy.  Long story.  What do you got?  Name?  That’s it?  I asked him for network, bio, possible crash pads on their side.  Tell this kid to stop fucking around, all right?  Soon.  I need you to keep him a while longer.  Okay.  Keep him away from the neighbor’s dog, huh?” — Howard Prime

“Doctor say anything new?  You need anything?  Had an unpleasant encounter with three Bulgarians last night when I get in.  What’s my exposure?  If I’m walking into that building today, like to know if someone’s gonna lock me up for killing three contractors.” — Howard Prime

“44C12.  You took care of his wife?  What about him?  I want him with us.  I have Baldwin’s real name.  Which I’m guessing is more than you have.  So let me make this clear.  Sometimes I’m gonna ask for stuff.  You want the name?  I want other Howard with us.  That’s the deal.” — Howard Prime

“Heard you got a promotion.  So, 30 years toiling in obscurity, and now you’re suddenly moving up in the world.  There’s a violinist named Nadia Fierro.  Italian-born, immigrated here in ’94.  She’s expected here for a rehearsal.  You heard of her?  On my side, Nadia is not a violinist.  She’s an assassin, goes by the name Baldwin.  You got to be kidding me.  Can’t believe we even own the same shirt.  You always wear that shiny white undershirt?  Anyway, based on the math,  we know these two women share a past.  Nine, ten years before the timeline diverged.  Same childhood, traumas, behavioral whatever.  Right now, Baldwin is hurt.  She’s in a city that’s not her own.  She has to act impulsively.  When she acts impulsively, she acts like herself.  So the more we get on Nadia, the more we learn about where Baldwin might go.  I do a lot of things, including retrieval.  Come over here, quick trips, find defectors and bring ’em home.  This is really not a conversation you want to have.  Not discovered.  That’s… imprecise.  ‘Discovered’ implies there were always these two realities.  There was one reality, and then… it duplicated.  Nobody knows how.  Well, maybe somebody knows, but they’re not telling.  Look, think of it like this.  Up until 30 years ago, there was just this.  Then this happened.  Then this.  Now we’re like… two people, two completely different paths.  You have her home address?  All right.  You want to go check it out, take other me with you? The bar, see what I can get out of her.  Got a mickey?  Tranquilizer?  Ketamine?  Jesus, you fucking guys are Housekeeping, right?  Jennifer Wilcox.  Okay.  They’re not for you.” — Howard Prime

“Excuse me.  Hi.  Uh, I need the, uh… do you speak English at all?  No. Uh… okay, sorry.  I need a-a… I need to make a call.  Do you have a landline I could, uh… I’m sorry.  I don’t… I don’t speak any German.  Yeah.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Hi, Jen.  Hi, it’s your… yeah, of course.  You know who it is.  Jenny, please don’t hang up.  I, uh… I’m-I’m here.  I’m-I’m… I’m in Berlin.  And, uh, I’m actually right across the street.  Please don’t hang up.  Jenny, sweetie, I-I came all… may I have a… scotch.  Thank you for… had my U.S. cell phone with me here, and… useless.  Yeah.  She, uh, she plays in the orchestra rehearsing across the street.  Jennifer Wilcox.  Do you know her?  I don’t know what I’m doing here.  I… cashed in all my airline miles.  I… thought I’d surprise her.  Sorry, I’m… confessions of a stage dad.  Maybe you’re familiar with the type.  Well… on behalf of all the screwup fathers everywhere, I apologize humbly.   I think the tipping point came in her fifth grade year.  I was driving her hard, preparing for this recital.  It as just elementary school, you know, but I was really pushing.  I thought so.  I mean, if you have a gift for something, you… you enjoy it, right?  Anyway.  You don’t have kids, I take it.  Was?  How old were you?” — Howard Prime

Peter Quayle, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Harry LloydPeter Quayle

“Oh, hello.  They brought this in.  I’d share it, but… oh, what’s that, you’re résumé?  No, we have it on the, um, on the computer.  Yeah.  Howard… Howard Silk.  Been in the Office 29 years.  Worked your way up to Interface.  Oh, sorry to hear about your wife, by the way.  How-how is she?  Yeah?  Her coworkers speak very highly of her.  I’ve never met her myself, but, uh… sorry, where do you live?  Where do you live?  Drives me mad.  I went out with a girl from there once– not very long.  I mean, you have to get into a cab to find a decent meal, don’t you?  Mm.  No, yeah, one of our best.  No one has ever had a complaint about you.  I’m sorry, Howard, but that post has been filled.  Howard, you’re an Interface man.  Everyone likes you there.  There’s no need to upset the cart, is there?  You know, Oversight were looking at your tapes from this morning.  Apparently, there was a non-approved exchange.  Hmm.  Man of your experience, you’d think you’d know better.  Howard, it’s been 30 years.  If it was gonna happen, it would have happened.” — Peter Quayle

“I told you, he doesn’t know a damn thing.  He’s nobody.  Go and get him.  Sorry.  It’s his job to be disliked.  Listen, Howard, we have a bit of a situation.  Um, something we need to bring you in on.  Someone’s walked in from the other side.  It might be a defection.  don’t really know what else to call it.  Well, typically we don’t entertain this sort of business.  Strangers come over, we turn them away.  But this one is… different.  He… he’s valuable.  And… well, he’s only willing to speak to you.  Just, whatever you do… don’t panic.  Why did you come over, Howard?  He’s an Interface man.  There’s no intelligence to confirm any of this.  Wait.  Who’s on the list.” — Peter Quayle

“Oh, shut up, Howard.  J-just let me think for a second, okay?  He is you, Howard.  Really, do you have any idea how lucky you are?  No one– no one— gets to meet their other.  Everyone wonders about it, but… 30 years ago, during the Cold War, there was an experiment, an accident, in this building.  Eastern scientists… something went wrong.  They opened up a passage directly beneath us.  When you go through this door, you come out the other side, you’re in another world, identical to ours.  Same events, same experiences.  So, where this building stands, where we are now, this is called the Crossing.  So, when this door opened, out paths began to branch off.  More and more, over time.  This… this is not my job to tell you this, Howard.  You shouldn’t even… what you need to know is we keep a lid on it.  We trade information, we gather intelligence from the other side.  That’s not important.  To you.  Out… outside the building?  What do you think?  Some.  That’s… it’s murky.  I don’t… look, Howard, you know this now.  But you do not know this.  Is he gone?  From the kill list?  Okay, we’ll put a watch on her, as a precaution. No, no, she’s fine.  Howard, you know what?  Go back to work.  We’ll handle it.  She’ll be safe.  We’ll be in touch.  What did he say?” — Peter Quayle

“One of ours was killed last night.  You know who carried this out?  Her?  Howard, you wouldn’t happen to have any cream, would you?  so why did they target this man?  He was just promoted.  Look, I’m sorry.  We’ve done our part, all right?  We… we keep doing everything you’ve asked for.  It’s time for you to be a little more forthright.  What is this about?  What do they want?  So what is this?  They’re just picking off our people at random?  Ah, enough.  We have to tell the Fourth Floor.  What’s your designation?  So Section Two is real.  Fine.  We’ll arrange things on our end.  We’ll be ready in… what-what do you think?  You two stay here until then.  Get acquainted.  If he makes one left instead of a right, kill him.” — Peter Quayle

“Uh, we got two men on every exit.  He told you everything?  There’s a visitor.  No.  Male.  40s, well dressed.  Who the fuck is Eric?  Howard, sign the fucking thing, get him out of there.  Just sign the fucking thing.  Oh, for fuck sake.  Go.  She got away.  So what happens next?  And?  I’ll talk to him.  You know, I remember when I first found out.  It doesn’t normally happen like this, you know.  There’s-there’s people you have to talk to.  There’s, like, doctors and psychiatrists.  You’re read in.  There’s this whole process.  And you, you… you… do you have any idea the world that’s just opened to you, Howard?  So we can count on you to help us?  Howard.  H… Howard.  Howard!  What do you want?  Howard, that-that’s not even possible.  Okay, Howard, look, you don’t understand.  Uh, it doesn’t work like that.” — Peter Quayle

“Yeah, he’ll cooperate.  He’s been promoted to Analysis.  Sorry, you can’t just walk over here and dictate the terms of this collaboration, all right?  Silk.  Our mutual friend has requested your presence.  Now, let’s get one thing straight.  You’re only part of this arrangement because of him.  You will not interfere, and you will share nothing with him about the nature of our work.  Exactly.  You’re gonna find the woman who tried to kill your wife.” — Peter Quayle

Aldrich, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Ulrich ThomsenAldrich

“You know who I am?  Do you know why we might want to speak?  This is a bad idea.  Enough.  He’s wasting our time.  Why should we listen to a word you have to say?  Bullshit.  If there is a problem, we go to the Fourth Floor.  He’s lying.” — Aldrich

“Yes.  He gave me a name.  Emily Silk, his wife.  She’s in the hospital.  Albert Schweitzer.  We have to be very cautious about it.” — Aldrich

“Double tap entry.  No witnesses.  We heard a few things.  And now the fight spills over.  We have guards.  You don’t make these decisions.  We start immediately.” — Aldrich

“Which one are you?  It’s time.  Radio. Our guard is never down.  What did you talk about, the two of you, in your apartment?  Get rid of him.” — Aldrich

“She’s in a different hospital, unlisted and under guard.  Put them together.  No one in, no one out.  Yes.  And you– where are you going?  Give it to him.  Don’t let him leave your sight.” — Aldrich

Emily Burton Silk, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Olivia Williams

Emily Burton Silk

“What on earth have you been doing over there?  Something odd’s been happening lately.  I checked your hours; you’ve been breathing a lot of the other side’s air, and I want to know why.  Yes, do remind me that your clearance is higher than mine.  That’s always such a turn-on.  What?  Midnight Station called me two hours ago.  There’s a rendition order in your name.  I don’t mean to tell you your job, Howard, but if you thought I came here to hold your hand, you’ve forgotten what I do.  Why is there a rendition in your name?  Let’s be honest with each other for once.  Tell me why you’ve been crossing over, and I’ll call off the retrieval team.  Well, then, I’m sorry I can’t help you.  Thank you for coming.  Please leave quietly with the nice gentleman.” — Emily Burton

“Why is Personnel in this meeting?  Bob, is this a debrief or an inquisition?  I got a rendition call.  2330.  A message, that an agent had been recalled and I should bring him in.  Why do I feel this is news to you?  A hardship?  Can you not see I’m trying to have a conversation with him?  I’m sorry.  None of this makes any sense.  Fuck off.” — Emily Burton

“Confiscated items.  You know, they didn’t even look at my phone log.  They just didn’t want to know.  Anything about that contractor who slipped across?  Em… no inquiry into who she’s working for?  How she got her papers?  Fuck it.” — Emily Burton

Clare, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Nazanin BoniadiClare

“Jesus.  They were asking how you are.  A crosser’s come over.  His name’s Howard Silk.  He’s an operative from home; been a problem for a while.  And he has your name.  Standard course of action is… this is her address.  You need to kill her.  Before they use her to get to you.  Won’t be easy.  Nadia… you share a past with her.” — Clare

Cyrus, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Mido HamadaCyrus

“Howard.  We’re celebrating.  Drinks?  Eh, Marcel, the bastard.  He got himself that Strategy job.  Why don’t you come?  One of ours was killed last night.” — Cyrus

“10:00.  Incoming female.  I think it’s her.  Coming up the elevator now.  She’s on the second floor!  Second floor!  Outside!  Fast!” — Cyrus

“He’s upstairs, isolated, under watch.  Wait here.  Nadia’s in the bar next door.” — Cyrus

Eric, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Jamie BamberEric

“I’ve been trying you all week.  Should have occurred to me I could’ve just found you here.  My mother’s always been difficult.  It’s no secret.  But I’m the one who still has to live with her.  She wants what she wants.  There’s been no improvement.  I know, Howard.  I’ve spoken to them, too.  But we have to be realistic.  It’s been six weeks.  They’re moving her to long-term care.  All our mother wants is to have her at home… if the time comes.  Have a look at this.  Sign it when you’ve had a moment.  She wants her surrounded by family.  I tell you what, I’ll pop it over here.  Please think it over.”

“Well, I’m leaving for the airport.  So what do I tell her?  It’s time to let go, Howard.  Let her be with family.  Stop it.  I’m gonna ask you one more time, and then I’m gonna leave ’cause this is childish.  She will sue you until you submit.  You understand that?  Sign it.  Let’s be done with this.  I’m sorry?  Howard, what in God’s name…?  Whoa.  What?  Yeah.  Yes.  What the hell is happening?”

Andre, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Bernhard ForcherAndrei

“Why do you punish yourself?  Spoken like a man about to lose.  There’s your problem.  You’re too nice.  And this always ends the same.  Sometimes I get the feeling you let me win these games.” — Andrei

“Very quiet this morning.  No.  Who we are is not about choice.  you are who you are.  I am what I am.  And the game only ends one way.” — Andrei

Marcel, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Karim SalehMarcel

“The girls are saying you’ve got a meeting upstairs.  You should stop charming those women.  Is it the Strategy job?  Howard.  Mon frère.  Honestly?  I do not think you should waste your time.  No.  Just let it go.  Pretend it never happened.” — Marcel

“Gin and tonic, bitte.  No need for games.  Don’t be shy.  Hey.  Hey.  Ja?” — Marcel

Baldwin, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Sara SerraioccoBaldwin

“Marcel.” — Baldwin

“I’m fine.  I know what it means.  It will be for me.  Don’t call me that.  We share nothing.  I can do it.” — Baldwin

Nadia, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Sara SeraioccoNadia

“She’s your daughter?  No.  Did she enjoy playing?  No.  My father was not a good man.  He’s dead.  Ten.  Failed artist.  Nothing but drink and anger.  Left me his debt.  House in Kopenick.  A small, shitty existence.  I never sold it.  Maybe someday it will burn down.” — Nadia

“Well, after my father died, I, um, I did not have… things.  I was good at it.  I was lost.  I went from foster home to foster home.  And I tried on lives like dresses.  Every year there was a new home.  New family.  New Christmas present addressed to a new name.  You become who they want you to be.  And you lose yourself.  Well… we cannot escape who we are.” — Nadia

Ian Shaw, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Nicholas PinnockIan Shaw

“Where did you get that?  It’s not about you.  It’s Howard.  Whatever bullshit he’s into.  Let it go.  Baldwin.  Whatever the operation is, someone’s made it clear they don’t want it looked into.  So let’s leave it alone.  Fuck it.” — Ian Shaw

Thug, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Pit BukowskiAgent

“Shit… how the hell is he gone — police.  Fuck off.  Fuck off.  How did Baldwin get away? …the man who was here.  Huh?  How did he get away?  Get her in the car.  She saw his face… …we’ll get something.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.  Yeah, it’s me.  We have a problem.  Something went wrong with the deal.  Yeah.  Baldwin’s gone.  We moved in as fast as we could.  The whole place is fucking crawling with police.  Wait.  Listen, listen, he’s not going anywhere.  ‘Cause I’ve got his visas right here, yeah.  He didn’t get them.  He can’t get to their world.  No, there was a hooker in the bathroom.  She might have seen something.  Yeah.  Bring her to you.” — Agent

Agent, Counterpart, Starz, Gilbert Films, Anonymous Content, Gate 34, Media, Rights Capital, Starz Originals, Christian JannerAgent  #2

“He’s gone.  Deal must have went wrong… look… everything he came for.  Visas, credentials… currency from the Other Side.  He must have left in a hurry.  She’s gone, forget it.” — Agent #2

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