Sarah quotes from Orphan Black

Helena? Don't jump out and scare us with an ax, or some shit.

Felix

How's Vic the Dick?

Yeah. I hit him first this time. With an ashtray. So he's a little blue.

Something really weird just happened at the train station.

Felix

What?

I saw a girl kill herself.

Felix

Eeww. A jumper?

Yeah, and she looked exactly like me, Felix.

Felix

What you mean? [Sarah takes out Beth's wallet] Oh! You robbed her body.

No, she left a bag on the platform.

Felix

Isn't that essentially robbing her body? [Sarah shows him Beth's driver's license] Okay, that's …weird.

[sarcastically] Yeah, you think?

Felix

"Elizabeth Childs" — It's you with a nice haircut.

[looking at the address on Beth's license] That's a nice address. What the hell, Fee, did I have a twin sister?

Felix

Well, now, when you're a poor little orphan foster wretch, anything's possible. Or so we tell ourselves.

I just want some answers.

[in the shack cutting up oranges for the kids, to Sarah] Are you out of your mind? How dare you show your face in front of my children. How did you find me?

The German had your address. I've got what you wanted, I have her briefcase.

Idiot! Do you even know who you're talking to? Hmm? Where is Beth?

Uh, she's dead.

What?

I'm sorry, she killed herself.

No. No, she wouldn't do that. That's impossible.

I'm sorry, I saw her do it.

No, that can't be.

I can explain. My name's Sarah.

I don't care who you are. Why Lord? Why me? I never wanted any part of this. Do I wear a huge "Kick me" sign on my back?

Please, just tell me, who are we to each other.

Are you kidding me? I'm not doing that. Nope, that is not my responsibility. You need to get out of here. Go, and wait for a call.

Hey, tell me what the hell —

Let go! Don't touch me — this is my neighborhood. You wait for a call. Oh, and hide your ugly face, on the way out of here!

Bitch.

[brandishing a gun] Be quiet, my kids are sleeping.

You're gonna shoot me while your kids are sleeping?

You wake them or show your face, yes, I will shoot you.

Well, I've never known a blood relation, but being your twin certainly sucks.

You really have no idea do you?

Bloody hell.

We talked on the phone.

How many of us are there?

Can we get back to Beth please? Suicide? I don't accept that. This one is some sort of low-life grifter. How do we know she didn't push her?

Oi, I already told you — I didn't wanna be her. I got stuck. I was running from my own shit.

I can only imagine.

Alison. I'm very sorry about Beth. Okay. But she was …losing it — like clinically.

She was a cop. She had tools. If she couldn't cope, I mean —mmph.

Look, can you just tell me what the hell this is?

[from her crafting room] Don't tell her anything.

Short answer? No.

How are we all related?

We're not!

Well, we are, by nature. She's referring to nurture.

Just give us the briefcase you got from the German.

I'm not giving you shit until you give me some answers.

You don't rate answers.

Alison…

Fine. She wants in? [steps towards Sarah angrily] We're clones! We're someone's experiment and they're killing us off! Is that helpful? Hmm?

Mommy?

Gemma!

Who are those ladies?

D'd'd… They're just mommy's friends.

Sorry. I wanted to float that whole clone thing a lot softer.

Okay, so, six months ago Katja contacted Beth with this crazy story about her genetic identicals being hunted in Europe.

Hunted? Oh… brilliant.

So, Beth used facial recognition software to find driver's licenses in North America. Two matches.

You and soccer bitch.

Yes. Right. But who is the original? Who's created us? Who's killing us? We need to know, but we lost our cop, so however you managed to get into her shoes, we really need you to stay there.

Stay a cop to help you?

To help us. Help us find out who's killing us.

How? I'm not a cop! Beth's partner is gonna figure that out. Being Beth is what got me into this mess in the first place.

I know, I know, I get it, but… you can't run away from her.

[about to stab Sarah, thinking she's Beth] Good riddance, Elizabeth Childs.

I'm not Beth!

[pauses, stares at her] Dirty little copy-cop. Who are you? [Sarah grabs a piece of rebar and impales Helena, Helena draws a gun and points it at her] Not yet, not-Beth. [Flees the scene]

[talking to Sarah and Felix via Skype, examining the image of Helena's knife] Wow. Rich, man. This looks like a new blade inset in a much older handle. So the fish, is a bitch, semiotically speaking, with a universal wave acts symbol of fecundity. But these…

Felix

Seriously, what is she on about?

Quiet, she's just weird.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. Okay, going off on a tangent there. If she's not dead, we need to find her. Find out what she knows.

Felix

Are you mad? She's a homicidal maniac.

Yeah, but we need to find out who she is, Sarah. She's, she found us. She's got answers.

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

Felix

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.

Felix

Did that actually just come out of your mouth?

Look, Art's already looking for the killer. I shadow him as Beth and let them figure out what's happened to her, and then, when I find that out, I can jump off and deal.

Felix

Deal? I'm beginning to realize crazy is genetic.

Well, yeah, bad brain chemistry can be genetic, um, but environment, that's individual, right? I mean that's the whole nature/nurture question right there.

Felix

Okay, 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.

But… [holds up photograph of Helena's knife] I think this might help figure out where she's coming from, so — I'll look into it.

It's a good day to be alive, Beth. My kids thank you, Beth, even my ex thanks you.

I didn't. They did. I've got a present for you. Our killer made a pit-stop. That's his bike.

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? [to Sarah (as Beth)] Hey. Glad you're okay, we're gonna get this guy, so don't worry, alright? So — your guy wore gloves — no prints, but he's not exactly covering his tracks. Go take a look.

[pointing at bloody sink top] Self-surgery. The guy is what, military?

Looks like it's gotta hurt. Oh, the witness is ready.

[reluctant to be seen by him] Art, you wanna take him?

No. Come on.

I slept through the whole thing. I can't believe it. Trevor came into my room and 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? [Trevor sees Sarah, points to her] Beth? The person in your bathroom was a woman? [Trevor nods, Art turns to Sarah] Is that possible?

Okay, sure.

[kneels down towards Trevor, whispers] It's okay, darling. I'm not her.

She said you would come.

So. The woman Beth shot and Helena are connected. Holy watershed! 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 gonna get us both busted unless I meet her, alone.

Oh my god, bad idea.

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 — the fish reads Christian, and crafted onto a weapon, a personal crusade.

Great, a zealot.

You know, when I've seen this branded onto Maggie Chen, I'm thinking she's not a lone warrior. To extreme creationist types, we would be abominations. Like, not God's children, but Satan's.

So, they hate us, and she's killing us, even though she's identical to us.

Well, 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 only way to redeem yourself in the eyes of God, I mean…

Yeah, I might become an angry angel too. Okay, got it. Thanks.

Kira

Where's my mum? [scene shifts to her mother]

[speaking into her phone recorder] Art, if you're hearing this, you found a 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. [scene shifts back to Kira and Alison]

Kira, your mother couldn't be here, right now.

Kira

Why?…

Because she is out there right now, doing something 'very brave'. She's making sure everything is safe. So you two can be together. [scene shifts to Sarah confronting Helena in Maggie Chen's apartment with her gun drawn]

I'm unarmed.

Turn around. Turn around! All the way! Kneel. I'm guessing you know how.

This isn't necessary.

Kneel down!

You're different from the others.

Yeah. I am. [punches her in stomach] 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 —  'cause we have a connection.

I can see light in you.

There's a light in all of us.

No. NO! The others — poor copies of God's image of human beings!

But not you? You're special? [Helena smiles] They told you you were the original didn't they?… Your people — it's not true what they said. We're genetic identicals.

Let me save you.

You, me, Beth, the German you killed, were all made the same. Whoever told you different hates you as much as they hate us.

You're wrong.

What happened to you, Helena? [Helena approaches her] Stay back.

[presses Sarah's gun to her forehead] Can you feel it?

[pushes Helena towards the window] Go! Run!

You do feel it.

Felix

Colin is the first nice boy I've met in ages.

What, like six weeks?

Felix

No. At least eight.

Alison, you need to take a deep breath.

I hate yoga.

It's your phone. Well it's Beth's phone actually. So help me wrap my head around this.

Art, if you're hearing this you've 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.

Sarah, my partner killed herself and I didn't see it coming. Help me. Help Beth. I know you care.

There's a reason we look exactly the same, Art. Why the prints match and the DNA is screwed up. But you have to promise to protect me and my daughter.

I will if that's what you need, I promise.