All language subtitles for Humans.S01E01.BDRip.480p.h264.ac3

Could you use some
extra help around the house?

Introducing the world's first
family Android.

This mechanical maid is capable

of serving more
than just breakfast in bed.

What could you accomplish
if you had someone,

something like this?

These machines
will bring us closer together.

Look, if we could do it
in the office on Monday,

we wouldn't be talking now!

Yeah, I know, it's...

It's the weekend here, too.

Can one of you get that?!

Sorry, Chris.
Yeah, the supplier won't...

You've reached the Hawkins.

Please leave a message.

We might remember to check it
in about three months' time.

Ow __ -

Why isn't mum back yet?

You know why.
Her case is running over.

Right.

Oh, yeah, and clear some
of those away, will you?

Or they're going on the bonfire.

Soph, shoes on.
We're going shopping.

What about my lift to Josh's?

Well, take your bike.

That thing with wheels
we got you for Christmas?

Shopping for what?

Just need your autograph there.

Joe... this is the best thing
you'll do for your family.

Plus, 30 days to return,
no questions asked.

Go on, dad!

What if she's not pretty?

Can we change her
if she's not pretty?

Just follow
the instructions on the tablet,

and you'll have it configured
in no time.

There she blows, then.
Your brand-new synthetic.

Unique styling, one of a kind.

Standard domestic profile
installed.

That'll cover
all your basic housework.

I'll leave you to crack on.

Right, then.

Dandelion three, waterfall two,
hummingbird one, seashell.

Hello.

I'm now in setup mode and ready
for primary-user bonding.

I'm the primary user.
Joseph Hawkins... Joe.

A DNA sample will be taken
for identification

and security purposes.

This information
will never be shared

with any third-party
organization.

Hello, Joe.

I'm now securely bonded to you
as my primary user.

It's very nice to meet you.

That means she's ours.

- Yay!
- Okay.

Right, now what do we do?

Look, soph,
that's a really posh one.

I like our one.

Olivia green
has two at her house.

- But they're not as cool as you.
- Joe! Sorry.

More bumf for you.

Would you like me to drive, Joe?

Yeah, go on, then.

That's our car there.

Come on.

Hello.

She's ours!

Hello, Toby.

I'm now securely bonded to you
as one of my secondary users.

It's very nice to meet you.

What's its core processor speed?

How should I know?
Don't go unscrewing her.

She's expensive.

Hello. You must be Matilda.

Pretty, isn't she, mats?!

If you say so, teeny.
Mum okay with this?

It's a surprise.

Surprise.

It's almost dinnertime.
What would you all like?

Oh, my mum's back.

Hello?

Mummy!

Come here!

Hi, mum. How was Leeds?

Bodng! Missed you guys.

Missed you, too.

New jeans? They're nice.

Well, two out of three pleased
to see me. I'll take that.

Hello. You must be Laura.

Yeah. A word?

So, what happened...

I don't want one
around the kids, Joe.

We've had this conversation!

Maybe, ages ago,
but have you seen the place?!

I mean, that's after having it
for less than a day!

I don't care! It's not right!

It will mess with their heads,
and we don't need one!

- You're taking it back.
- I'm not.

I'm not taking it back.

I needed some help,
so I got some.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

You weren't here!

So, um, message me, yeah?

Yeah.

Five days! You were only
supposed to be away for two.

I've been looking after them
and working,

like I always do, which is fine,

but you don't get to
waltz back in the door

and tell me
what this family needs!

The case overran.
I had no choice. I had to stay.

Call the office if you want.

Yeah, what I want
is to try this.

This is called the life cycle.

So first, they're in an egg
that's round.

Then they turn into a larva,
which is a baby.

Then they turn into
a beautiful red ladybird.

So, have you given it a name?

We were waiting for you, mum.

I think we should
call her Anita.

Like your friend who moved?

Darling, you know
that's just a machine.

It doesn't have feelings.
It can't replace Anita.

I know. It's just a nice name.

Everyone happy with Anita?

It's fine by me.

Your name
is going to be Anita. Confirm.

Confirmed. Thank you, Joe.

So, um, what's your name?

My name is Anita Hawkins.

We've got a month
to take it back.

We can talk about it then.

How the hell can we afford it?

Special offer.

Over five years,
less than we pay for the car.

We need to get off the road.

Charge levels?

70%.

It's getting dark.

Find somewhere that we can't
be seen from the road

and set up camp.

Charge with what fuel
we've got left,

and Max and me
will look for some more.

Put that away.
If it's him, we run.

A fox.

Leo.

Stop!

Wait!

Stop!

Would you like me to unpack
your case for you, Laura?

Uh... no, no.

Thank you.

Salim sadik?

Hey, I'm looking for this synth.

Oh, when did you bring it in?

I didn't. She was stolen.

Look. About five weeks ago.

I know you use this place as
a front to move boosted units.

You threatening me?

Why? Do you feel threatened?

I have never seen her.
We don't do that no more.

Who does? Give me a name!

Silas.

Silas capek, okay?

Perhaps she's been damaged
or reprogrammed...

Or destroyed.

Don't say that.
Don't even think that.

She's been taken by junkers,

sold on somewhere,
just like Fred and niska.

Then why's she the only one
who hasn't been in contact?

Come on.

- Coffee?
- Mmm!

Ahh, look at all this.

Wow!

Is it a party?!

No, soph. This is what breakfast
is supposed to be like.

Dad, the jam's in a-a thing!!

Yeah! What do you reckon, mats?

What? Harun's parents' one
does this three meals a day.

Anita, brown sugar.
I hate white.

Anita, stop. She's not a slave!

That's exactly what she is.

Having Anita doesn't mean

you three get to sit
on your bums all day.

For god's sake,
that's already clean!

Just sit down.

The dishwasher's
worked nonstop for years.

- Why don't we throw it a party?
- Shut up, mats.

Because we can't guess why you
like her so much, crusty sheets.

Oh, enough, Mattie!

If we'd known you were going to
be joining us for breakfast,

Anita,
I'd have got some microchips.

I apologize, Anita.

That was my husband
trying to be funny.

Finally, someone
to laugh at my jokes.

Besides you, you mean.

Anita, you can stop now.

Can you not read?

Yes, I can read, Dr. Millican.

I'm Lindsey kiwanuka,
your case worker.

You've failed to keep any
of your appointments with us.

Nanny state gestapo.

Give me a minute.

Big place to have
all to yourself.

I see you have no family nearby.

"I live in that solitude
that is painful in youth

but delicious
in the years of maturity."

Einstein.

Is your synth in?

Wow! You have
an original d-series.

No, he's out grocery shopping.

That's unfortunate.

But I have good news.
You qualify for an upgrade.

One of these bad boys can do
10 times what a d-series can do.

She can fine-tune
your medication,

develop exercise plans
to lower your risk,

take your blood pressure
with a finger.

Not now, Vera.

What, does she check
your prostate, too?

Look, I'm happy
with the one I've got.

And my health is just fine.

It says here
you suffer memory loss,

tremors in the extremities.

George, the law requires me

to give your companion
the once-over.

I will be back soon, and if
your d-series fails the check,

you get one of these
whether you like it or not.

The health service hasn't
ordered half a million of them

forfun.

We'll show ourselves out. Vera?

George! You found me!

Congratulations.

- Is it my turn now?
- Game's over, odi.

You won.

Then would you like
some toast and jam, George?

Your favorite is apricot.

This is the jacket Mary wore

to the wedding
of your nephew James.

A baby regurgitated on it.

Here.

Duncan's little girl.

Polly?

Molly?

Holly Alice mcilroy.

Mary was not upset
by the infant's actions.

She was nuts
about little babies.

Come on, son.

Don't want you shorting out
on the toaster again.

How's harun?

Not my boyfriend, if that's
what you're getting at.

- How long you back for?
- Come on, mats.

I just want to know
when you're going away again.

Though it was different
this time. Usually you call.

- This time you didn't bother.
- I tried to.

I'm sorry.

I did text.

Wow, you texted.
Good for you.

Mother of the year.

Hello, Laura.

Don't check in
on Sophie anymore.

That's my job. Clear?

Of course, Laura.

You never remember.

I'm sorry about
my case going over.

There was nothing
I could do about it.

Is that why you want
to replace me with that thing?

No! Look, it's not
the working away, really.

I'm just...

Not always sure how much
you want to come home.

What?

I know you need time alone.
I get it.

After you lost your mum and dad
so young.

These last two years...

I don't know, lor.
I just... I feel...

Avoided.

I think mats does, too.

Jesus! Why haven't you...
Things just get on top of me.

I know.
That's why I want the synth.

To give us time.

I didn't buy Anita
to replace you.

I bought her to get you back.

But I haven't gone anywhere.

Are we on? Can you get out?

Yes, I will be at
the rendezvous in an hour.

- We're on our way. Be careful.
- You too.

It is sweltering in here!

Yes. Can I help you, sir?

Who's your primary user?

I am owned by
leithridge farm foods limited.

Previous owner?

I had no previous owners, sir.

You see, I think you may have
just told a porkie pie there.

Synthetic appliances cannot
lie to humans unless...

Normal ones can't.

I mean, your friends here,
they can't lie.

Or think.

Or feel.

But you, oh, you are different.

Aren't you... Fred?

This was found hidden behind
your charging point.

Now, why would a synth
need a telephone?

You've been running, hiding,

pretending to be so much less
than what you are.

I'm not alone, Fred.
So please...

.“Dontrun, son.

Leo, would you like
to hear a joke?

Not now!

Something's wrong.

Maxie, we're leaving.

But Fred hasn't arrived yet.

He's not coming. Move!

Move!

Your favorite is apricot.

Your favorite is apricot.

Favorite is...

Stupid thing!

Whose is this?

- Odi?
- Can someone help me?

- Stop it.
- I can't turn it off.

- Favorite is apricot.
- Stand still!

No, don't! Wait!

Don't come in, dad.
I'm masturbating.

Matilda, it's Anita.

I'm doing a dark wash.

What's your Max
processing speed?

The maximum speed I have
recorded is 27.39 petaflops.

Someone overclocked you,
you might be able to hit 30.

Overclocking would risk
irreparable damage

to my processor cluster.

Hey, Anita.

That was interesting.

My protocol set demands

I take reasonable passive
measures to avoid damage,

unless those measures
could endanger human beings

or property more valuable
than myself.

Kids still alive?

Moving their arms and legs.

Here.

- Oh!
- Yeah.

Let it hit you this time.

Might ricochet or something,
blind me.

I don't deem that
a significant risk, Matilda.

I don't give a shit
what you deem.

I own you, and I'm telling you
I want it to hit you.

Why?

Anita, give us a minute.

Gone from an "a" to a "d"
in computers?

Got harder this term.

Oh, come on, that's bollocks!

We all know
what an amazing mind you have.

- If you apply yourself...
- Yeah.

I could be anything I want,
right?

What about a doctor?

That would take me seven years,

but by then you'll be able
to turn any old synth

into a brain surgeon
in seven seconds.

We just want you
to do your best.

My best isn't worth anything.

Anita?

Hello, Laura.
The washing is done.

Fine.

I'll be catching up on some
e-mails if anyone needs me.

D.i. Karen voss, special
technologies task force.

That the owner of the device?

He comes in here all the time.

Take it easy on him.

Dr. Millican, I am
detective sergeant drummond.

I deal with
synthetic-related matters.

It was an accident.

Yeah, but as you can see,
a woman's been injured.

I need to see
your operating license.

You've had this one
for six years.

That's a record.
Why haven't they upgraded you?

I don't want a crappy upgrade.

- George.
- Huh?

This machine needs
to be recycled, mate.

It won't even power up.
It's junk.

I can fix him.
I mean, I can get him fixed.

Someone's been hurt,
so we have to get it scrapped.

- It's the law.
- Please!

I need him.

I'll tell you what.
Take him yourself.

But he has to go, George.

Today. Yeah?

Come on!

Hello, George.

How are you?
You... you... you... you...

Multiple faults detected
upon start-up.

What would you like to do?
D... d... d... d...

Odi...

We're going to look
at some old photos.

It's you and me.

You... you... you...
You... you...

And Mary.

This is you and Mary.

I'm sorry, George. I can't...

Error reading file partition.

- Data may be corrupted.
- No. No.

Right after I took this picture,

she got stung by a bee
on her foot.

Memory exception.

Fatal error.

It's okay.

It's a good try.

Now, release your hip.

Simon,
you know I'm tickly there.

And relax.

Oh, that's as far as it goes!

Hi, love.

Good day? Bad day?

Jill walked 122 steps today.

A personal best
since the accident.

He thinks I'm able

to start reducing
the anti-inflammatories soon.

I'm going to have a soak,

but he's made some chicken with
mango coleslaw if you fancy.

Simon!

"The dragon said,

'I'm sad because
I want to be like you, mouse,

small and furry and warm.

Then we could
fly away together.'

But the little mouse said,

'dragon,
if you were like me..."'

I'll take over now, Anita.

No! I want her to do it!

Reading to you is mummy's job.

But she doesn't rush.

It's almost time for daddy
to give you your bath now.

No! I want her to finish!

Sophie, it's time to stop now.

- Can I use your bubbles?
- Mm-hmm.

I don't want you
touching Sophie.

I'm prohibited from initiating
physical contact with a human

without a clear,
recorded request to do so.

My protocol set currently
demands that any such requests

from children under 12 must be
referred to a parent or guardian

before being met, unless I judge
the child's safety or well-being

to be at immediate risk.

You're just a stupid machine,
aren't you?

Yes, Laura.

Where is Fred?

He's dead, isn't he?

Don't!

Go on.

Come here.

What have I always told you?

Never reveal my true nature
in public. I know.

Doesn't matter
what happens to me.

- If they knew what you were...
- It would be the end?

- Yes. Yeah.
- I know.

For all of you.

We'll find Fred. We'll find Mia.

Now, be strong. Wait over there.
I'll be right back.

Yeah, I'll have 10 minutes
with number 7.

Sign here.

Here.

Hey, big boy.
Naughty Thai massage.

- Come here, lover boy.
- Hello, sexy.

So good to see you.

Let's go.

Didn't you bring me any clothes?

Niska, I'm sorry.

I can't get you out tonight.

Fred didn't make the rendezvous.

Something's wrong.

Have you had any contact
from Mia?

- No.
- It's been five weeks, Leo.

She is gone.
Now Fred's gone, too.

So I'm not staying here
for a second longer.

I can't make you,
but it is safer here.

No one knows
what you really are,

but walk out of here tonight,
that changes,

because this place paid
a lot of money for you.

They'll report it. That gets
back to the people hunting us.

And then you'd have to take your
chances on the street with me.

Like Max?

Oh, he's not like you or Fred.
He can't take care of himself.

He can't hide what he really is.

I will find a way
to get you out,

and we'll make a new home
somewhere.

There is no home for us.

There will be. I promise.

Did you turn off your pain
like I told you?

I was meant to feel.

Niska, what are you doing?

Niska, stop it.

Stop it. Niska!

I'm making it look like
you just fucked me.

Now leave.

You have to press the button.

It needs human body heat.

J-Just hold on a little longer.

He looks normal.

He's far from normal.

My hope is that he'll lead us
to the others.

Well, when do my people
get to examine it?

That won't be possible.

Our companies have funded
your operation for years.

Unlimited resources,
total access,

all because you claim there
are a handful of synthetics

who can think and feel.

Now you've finally found one,

I think we've earned
the right to study it.

Robert, these machines
are conscious.

How do you know
they don't just simulate it?

How do I know you don't?

I knew David elster.

A simulation would be
of no interest.

His goal was to create
"machine life," as he called it.

Oh, so they're alive now?

No. A parody of it, which is
why they are so dangerous.

Oh, come on.
They're just freaks.

Do you know what
the singularity is?

A mathematician named
John Von neumann

coined the term in the 1950s

to describe the inevitable
point in the future

when technology surpasses us,

when it becomes able to improve
and reproduce itself

without our help.

It is the moment we become
inferior to the machine.

Now, our world is on the verge

of becoming dependent
on synth labor.

Now, these synths are physically
no different to any others,

and yet elster
gave them consciousness.

If it can be done for the few,
it can be done for the more.

And then what?

Do you think they would
still want to be slaves?

These freaks are
the singularity!

I can't let you be recycled.

Is it a game?

There's things that you know.

She cried and laughed.

She cried when I pulled
the beesting out.

But then... then...
Then... then... then...

At the doctor's, she laughed.

You laughed, too, George.

And Mary said I could...
Could... could... could...

Could... could... could laugh.

Would you like some
toast and jam, George?

Your favorite is... is...
Is... is... apricot.

What would you say
if I asked you

what you thought of this music?

I'd say it's very well-played.

What do you base that on?

I compare the pitch, tonality,
and rhythm of the performance

to the sheet music
that I access via...

Do you think anything of it?

I'm sorry, Laura.

I'm afraid I don't
understand the question.

Making lasagne
and talking philosophy

with a bloody tin can.

Right, those, uh,
veg should be done.

Mummy! I want to give Anita
a good-night kiss!

I'm sorry, Laura.

I'm fully qualified
in first aid.

I prioritized the risk
to Sophie's safety.

Sophie, you silly girl, you know
you're supposed to be careful

around the oven.

Bed, now!

Have these machines
devalued human existence?

Man

for making machines
more like people

is to make people
less like machines.

The woman in China

who works 11 hours a day
stitching footballs,

the boy in Bangladesh
inhaling poison

as he breaks up a ship
for scrap,

the miner in Bolivia

risking death
every time he goes to work,

they can all be part
of the past.

Synthetic devices free people.

We've treated people
like machines for too long.

It's time to liberate
their minds, their bodies

to think, to feel,
to be more human.

But a lot of people would argue

that work is a human right.

If anything, the hard work

gives you a sense of self-worth.

Man

working in a microchip facility.

So, we're all going to be poets
or something?

What a load of crap.

Oi, slag-chops,
I'm watching that!

Watch it in your room,
knob-cock.

All right, both of you,
to your rooms.

- Seriously?
- Now!

I am not 12.

Why do you always
have to do this?

- Do what?
- You just ruin everything.

I think the back door
just opened.

That's Mattie's smoking again.

Then you'll have
a screaming row,

and she'll smoke somewhere else
for a bit.

Fingers crossed
it's only burglars.

Anita!

You need to stay inside
after we go to bed.

Is that clear?

Of course, Laura.
I'm sorry.

The moon is beautiful tonight,
don't you think?

They're not supposed to
ask questions like that.

They're not supposed to have
accidents, either, are they?

We're not taking it back.

Should we be afraid
of our synthetics?

Hundreds of millions
operational across the world,

and not one single
verified instance

of a synth knowingly injuring
a human.

Their sole purpose
is to make our lives better.

They aren't sentient.

They don't have any thought,
emotion, or awareness.

The Asimov blocks
in their programming

mean that they simply aren't
able to do us any harm.

What if you can't find her?

We'll find her, maxie.

Because I love her.

And she loves me.

But do you believe
that one day we will have

a truly artificially
intelligent synth?

One that thinks
and feels like a human?

How can we replicate something

we hardly understand
in ourselves?

How would we even know
if we succeeded?

But you admit it's something

you're working towards?

Man

What is human emotion?

For example, what is love?

Is it something
we are born with?

Or can it be learned?

Panties down, not off.

And what about
the darker feelings?

Fear? Anger? Violence?

Human consciousness
is not complete without them.

And memory.
Ours are subjective, fallible.

But how do you teach
a computer to forget?

Or to dream?

It's something our minds
need to do.

Would a conscious synth
have to be able to dream?

To have nightmares?

Of course not.
They're just machines.