All language subtitles for Masters of Science Fiction s01e05 Little Brother.eng

[Stephen Hawking]
From the very beginning,

we have wondered
how life began,

what our purpose is,

and where we are headed.

We have struggled
to understand time, matter,

the infinite universe,

who we are
and if we are alone.

Great minds have imagined
the most wonderful

and the most terrifying
answers to these questions.

We invite you to join
us on this great expedition.

As machines become
increasingly capable,

will there come a time
when we value

their judgment
above our own?

[Female computer voice]
Next feed cycle in 17 minutes.

[Man] It started off like any
other day in Common Ground.

[Man] Ma.

[computer voice]
Next feed cycle in 16 minutes.

Hey.

You still got them
pictures up in there?

Yeah, you can have '�em.

[Man] Damn pictures
were about all we had.

Just a few scraps to remind
us what real life was like.

[computer voice]
Next feed cycle in 13 minutes.

[Man] Only one person
I really cared about down there.

Only one that gave
a damn about me.

[softly]
Mom! Mom.

Your mother left this
place a long time ago.

It'�s time you
went to find her.

The breach in the fence
is at post 21.

Come with me.

I'�m too old.

Remember,

you have a mind,

and as long as you can think,

they can'�t beat you.

I can'�t leave you here.

[rustling]

Find Augustus.

He'�s in Freedom Slum.

Prove to him you have
a mind worth saving.

[Man] I had my
15 minutes coming,

only this time,
I was gonna make it count.

What do you want?

[computer beeps, whirs]

[electronic pop]15 minutes.

[electronic pop]
Right?

When this counts down,

you better be back here,
or you'�re fair game.

[door creaks]

[Man] 27 years,
and this was the day.

If I had any kind
of chance, this was it.

I was gonna get out of Common
Ground, or die trying.

Not like I had much to lose.

Life as White Noise
was no life at all.

You shoot me dead for trying
to escape, so be it.

Either way,
I was gonna be free.

[grunts]

[beeping]

[Man] People said, you pull off
your timer, you'�re a dead man,

but that was just more lies.

Everything they
told you was lies.

[grunts]

[sighs]

If Mary was right,
St. Augustus was close by.

Only if this was
what it was like up top,

I started to wonder

whether things was any better
here than Common Ground.

Hey, hey. What'�s a pajama boy
like you doing up here?

I'�ve come to get out
of Common Ground.

To be free.

You?

You'�re just White Noise.

You look like you
never even had a job.

What do you know
about freedom?

I know at one time before
corporate suffrage

that all people had
the right to be free.

What'�s your name, pajama boy?

Frendon Ibrahim Blythe.

Spell it.

F-R-E-N-D-O-N.

All right, that'�s enough.

Where did-

where did you learn
how to read and to think?

They got reading vids
all over Common Ground.

And there was this woman.

Mary X.

She taught me things.

What happened to your hands?

Had to get through
the razor-wire barriers.

I'�m St. Augustus II,

Disciple of Infochurch,

its Dominar and the exquisite
Dr. Kismet.

Yeah, I know.
I'�ve been looking for you.

Mary X says you know
how to make people free.

Yeah.

You come with me,
Frendon Blythe.

We'�ll find a place
where we can talk.

And I can do something
for your wounds.

A free agent gets
caught out here,

and your organs will be
on the black market in three hours.

Me? I'�m too old to harvest.

But you...

Can you really make me free?

Freedom in the modern world

is just a matter
of documentation.

Common Ground has you
marked as a backgrounder.

Off the job cycles.

But my church,
the Infochurch,

craves knowledge.

For every bit of
information it receives,

it gives something
back in return.

What do I know?

[laughs] You know the inner
workings of Common Ground.

Stories that others
have told you.

Their secrets, their crimes.

Yeah, I know stories,

but you gotta be employable

to get access to the
Infochurch terminals.

Well, there are free monitors
in places that I know.

Where?

Why do you need
to know so badly?

So I could find my mother.

My real mother.

[girl shrieking]

Don'�t be scared.
We'�re the police!

Yeah, we'�re here to help.

Augustus, help me!

Get lost, Augie.
This is our party.

She'�s a daughter
of free agents.

She'�s out of your jurisdiction.

She ain'�t gonna be
a child for much longer,

I can promise you that.

She'�s under my protection.

Your protection?

[Augustus]
No!

[Cop 2] Yo, man, what
the hell are you doing?

Hey!

Oh, yeah?

[gunshot][moans]

Yo, man, what the hell
are you doing?

Hey, hey. What'�s a pajama boy
like you doing up here?

Ma.

[Frendon] I'�ve come to get out
of Common Ground to be free.

[computer]
Case file- 161A.

[scoffs]

Why does it do that?

Maybe it likes you.

Is that a real eye?

No, just part of it.

They use a horse,
sometimes a cow.

Cheaper than
an all-electronic one.

Works better
with the wetware circuits.

They got a real man'�s
brain in there?

Not the whole thing.
Just a little.

Techs told me it'�s less
than a quarter teaspoon.

Ooh.

[moans softly]

He sounds sick.

Nah, it'�s just
the restraint cable.

It'�s attached to his brain

like- like our bumps.

Only his controls
his motor functions.

He can'�t scratch without
the okay from this here chair.

[moans softly]

[electronic whirring]

What happens now?

You'�ll see.

[gasps]

Always gets to
the newbies. Sure do.

Awaken the defendant.

- Are you U-CA-M-329
- 776-ab-4422?

[moans]

Damn, I'�m still alive.

Are you Frendon Blythe?

What?

Are you Frendon
Ibrahim Blythe?

U-CA-M-329-776-ab-4422?

Answer him.

You call a machine "him"?

He got more brain
than you do.

It is required that you
answer as to your identity.

[grunts]

Why am I strapped
to this here chair?

Are you Frendon
Ibrahim Blythe?

Answer my question,
and I'�ll answer yours.

What'�s wrong with you, boy?

This is your judge.

You are restrained because
you are considered dangerous

to your attendants
Officers Otis Brill and Vee.

And you have shown yourself
to be a flight risk.

Don'�t- don't this chair
have a neurochem attached to my brain?

It does.

So if I-
I tried to do anything,

it would know it
and paralyze me.

What are you looking at?

Your name?

Frendon Blythe.

Frendon Ibrahim Blythe,

you are charged with three
counts of first degree murder,

and assaulting a police officer
during the execution of his duty.

You are also charged with
escape from confinement in Common Ground,

itself, a capital offense.

If you are found guilty,

you will receive
a speedy execution.

Yeah, they kill '�em
right here in the chair.

Only give '�em six minutes
to compose their last words.

That'�s terrible.

Nah, it'� ain't so bad.

They don'�t feel a thing.

One minute, they'�re
sitting and crying,

then they'�re all
peaceful and dead.

How do you plead?

My client pleads
not guilty.

No, no way.
I wanna fire my lawyer.

You can'�t fool
these machines, son.

If you killed them people,

especially if one'�s a cop,

you'�re a dead man.

[electronic whirring]

Why do you wish
to dismiss counsel?

She'�s- she's not qualified.

The Defense is
as competent as this unit.

It has access to
all records that we do.

That- that-
that'�s the problem.

Legal knowledge and access
is not a problem.

Let the trial continue.

No, no, no.

You guys have the same wetware,
the same database.

I read about it in an article
in the reading vids.

Are you prepared to present
Person Blythe'�s case?

I am.

Whoa, whoa.

Is this gonna be
a trial by jury?

You must address The Court
through your defense attorney.

Not if I defend myself.

The 64th amendment
has been interpreted

to allow for automatic justice
and the systemic limitations that this implies.

[electronic whirring]

That is, unless
you can show cause

that your defense
has somehow suffered.

I can show you cause
if you produce me my peers.

My jury.

[electronic whirring]

[Vee] The Court'�s
acting weird.

What you doing, Blythe?

Trying to get home to my mom,
Officer Brill.

You ain'�t gonna
beat this rap, man.

You going down.

As long as you can think,

it can'�t beat you.

Where you from,
Officer Vee?

Lower level. Gramercy.

Lower level, huh?

Remember the first time
you saw the sun?

I was eight.

My brother and I sneaked up
a civil service stairwell.

I was 16.

The sun was so bright,

I was blinded for two hours.

But I sat there
until it went down.

Then watched the city
lights on the horizon.

Is that why you
shot those policemen?

Because of the sun?

No. I did that for you.

[scoffs]

For me? You don'�t
even know me.

Yeah, he'�s crazy.

[electronic whirring]

You have the constitutional
right to meet your peers.

But there are thousands
of jurors.

It would take months
to present the entire contents of our system.

But it'�s my right.

Kid'�s grabbing at straws.

The constitutional demand
for a speedy trial

overrides this concern.

The trial must continue.

Okay, all right.

Just bring me 12.

You can pick
them at random.

There is nothing to see.

Don'�t each neuronal plate
have an image in it?

They'�re fully conscious, right?

They can hear
everything I have to say?

They can see my face.

[electronic whirring]

Um...

what did you mean,
you did that for me?

Vee, he'�s crazy.

The sun should be free.

Except they put you in
the ground for a month full of Sundays.

You try to see the sunset
topside without permission.

Don'�t listen, Vee.

We have agreed to present
you with 12 random jurors.

Call me Lofton.

Born in a place
called East Harlem.

God help me,
I was blind in life.

Jessup McTrinofof.

Iowa City,
in the state of Iowa.

Ginnie Roberts. I died
in the bird flu epidemic

of 2016.

I was a judge in Alabama
State Supreme Court.

[Juror 6] Inducted into
AttPrime Nine, 2029.

[Juror 7] I'�m from Selma.

[Juror 8]
I- we are logically-

[Juror 7]
And I died... I think.

You have met your jury.

What is your proof
against the Defender?

They don'�t look happy.

What is your evidence?

They jurors. They-
they don'�t look happy.

Is it comfortable there
inside your guts, Court?

Their collective intelligence
and experience

reside in a chamber
below this room.

And The Defense too?

[Court] Yes.

Are The Defense circuits used
to inform your database court?

Yes.

Then doesn'�t that mean
that my lawyer is being used

for both the prosecution
and the, uh-

the, uh- The Defense?

Yes.

Well, then, don'�t that mean
that I can'�t have no-

no lawyer that'�s just for me?

I mean, if you can
influence my lawyer.

But, I do not.

But you can.

[electronic whirring]

[Brill] Now you'�ve done it.

[groans]

Is he dead?

No, he'�s breathing.

But I'�ve never seen
anything like this before.

I mean, sometimes they
beg and cry and all.

Gets too loud, the chair
just turns off the vocal chords.

It can do that?

It can make you jibber

and scratch your behind
like a monkey in the zoo.

But I'�ve never seen
something like this.

I'�ve never seen so many
long logic loops.

Now, if it gets more
than 15 minutes,

we'�re supposed
to call the tech.

Are those really
people up there?

Yeah, used to be.

They took parts of their brains and
they connect them up with the computer.

They look so sad.
Like they'�re in prison.

Yeah, those are just memories,

like old pictures when people
used to frown for the camera.

My mom used to say

the whole world was
becoming like a prison.

11 more minutes,
I'�m gonna get the tech.

That everybody
but the very richest

lived behind locked doors

and tight rooms
with no windows.

[moans]

Ma.

[moaning]

Is he okay?

Okay?

He'�s gonna be dead
before we go to lunch.

What do you think?

He'�s so brave though.

Brave?

He'�s just a damn fool.

[birds chirping]

God, it hurts.

Listen to me,
Person Blythe.

You'�re nothing.

You'�re less than nothing.

You are the runt
of the litter.

The butt of all their jokes.

But even the smallest man
is a danger to them.

[grunts]

You'�re dead, Augustus.

They killed you.

"Never say die,"
my momma used to say.

I don'�t wanna die.

They'�re gonna kill me right
in that big high chair.

You can beat them.

All you gotta do is
shrug your shoulders,

and they'�re the ones
that will fall.

Truth never dies,
dear Blythe,

it just goes underground

and makes its way like
worms, food and soil.

They cover it up,

but it never dies.

[moans]

[Vee] It'�s okay.

The e-restraint is off.

You'�re a line officer, Vee.

We'�re not supposed
to touch the accused except for discipline.

He'�s suffering.

Oh. Okay. Let me...

What are you up to, Blythe?

Fighting for your life
against this damn machine.

You'�re crazy.

Automatic Justice is
just what we needed.

This is the first time
that criminal court'�s

been caught up to its
cases in 50 years.

And it'�s not so bad,
not really.

Lots of guys are
found innocent.

These wetware judges,
they don'�t care about

race or gender,
rich or poor.

When was the last time
you had a rich man in here?

It don'�t matter.

This here judge will
give you a better break

than any flesh and blood bozo

will look at you
and smell Common Ground.

[electronic whirring]

Do you still wish to represent
yourself, Person Blythe?

You mean, am I afraid

that you'�re gonna torture me
in that damn chair again?

That is not an answer.

[grunts]

Yes.

Yes, I wanna defend myself.
[grunts]

There is a-
a what do you call it?

Implicit.
Yeah, that'�s the word.

An implicit collusion

between The Court
and The Defense.

And I cannot have a fair trial
unless I speak for myself.

I'�ll be. He's never done
anything like that before.

How do you plan to present
your case Per. Blythe?

Let'�s start with the charges.

You say I killed
three people.

Tanya Littlefoot.

Shot and killed with the gun
you took from Officer Bernard.

That gun has your
fingerprints on it

when he tried to arrest you
for attempted rape.

Augustus "Augie" Harris,

the homeless free agent
who tried to aid the officers

when you got the gun
and shot him in the chest.

A mortal wound.

Officer Bernard,
shot as has been testified,

by his own gun.

Testified by who?

He shot us.
He shot us. The-

Damn it, he shot us!

Yup, he'�ll make it home
for dinner all right.

Dinner will be his own ass
roasting in hell.

[chuckles]

Your response to these charges,
Per. Blythe.

First I wanna explain
who I am to the jury.

You don'�t control the jury,

do you, Court?

Are you claiming
insanity? Far from it.

I'�ll keep this short.
I just wanna connect with my peers.

You know, they'�ve been, uh,

out of circulation for a while.

[Court] Very well.

We will hear your... explanation.

I was born in Common
Ground 27 years ago.

For those of you
that don'�t know,

it makes you White Noise.

A backgrounder.

Forced to live my entire
life underground.

Never knew my parents.

Never had any
proper training.

In Common Ground,
everything I learned,

I learned from
public reading vids

and Saturday night movies.

I always wanted one thing-
to be a free agent.

Allowed to live
wherever I could,

unrestrained by the job cycle
code'�s Common Ground.

Any of you ever experience what
it'�s like to be a White Noise?

I don'�t mean a three-month
cycle of unemployment

in Common Ground, I mean...

and entire lifetime
in darkness.

What is your point?

Boredom.

Perpetual boredom.

We don'�t have books to read,

because even-
even the trees

have more rights
than we do.

Freedom for you was the sun,

when you were alive.

For White Noise like me,

the only freedom
is to die.

You get a 15 minute pass

once every six months.

Just to walk in the sunshine.

15 minutes.

And you only get that
if you'�ve got a clean slate.

This testimony is spurious.

If you have nothing better to
present, we can judge you now.

I didn'�t kill St. Augustus
or the girl, the cops did that.

Then you admit to killing
Officer Bernard.

Yes!

The murder
of a police officer

is a capital offense.

Execution is mandatory.

But they killed the others.
The cops did it.

They were gonna rape
the little girl.

Aren'�t there vids
of that area?

The video cameras
in that neighborhood

have been systematically
broken by vandals.

But there'�s vids everywhere.

Shouldn'�t you have
some image of someone

breaking at least one lens?

Hmm. Curious.

But not salient
to your defense.

You have already admitted
to murder and assault.

But aren'�t you suspicious
about those cameras?

Isn'�t it convenient that
they were all destroyed?

We don'�t need
such confirmation.

There is a witness.

Should I start now?

Like right now?

Ahem.

My name is Omar Latey,

Officer Second Class
of the N.Y. and N.J.P.D.

[groans]

I saw the defendant,
Frendon Blythe,

attacking the child.

There was an old man
there as well.

Johnny- Officer Bernard,

tried pulling Blythe away.

But he dropped his gun.

I held my fire,

not wanting to hit the girl.

But because I hesitated,

he shot at me.

I don'�t remember
what happened after that.

I'�m sorry.
I'�m so sorry.

He'�s lying.
It'�s not true.

He is an officer of the law
and an eyewitness.

I have an eyewitness too.

Summon this person.

Give me an access line.

[electronic whir]

[computer]
Access requested?

Augustus.

Augustus... Harris
you called him?

Augustus Harris

died of gunshot
wounds yesterday.

He was taken
to the morgue, right?

Has he been harvested yet?

[computer] He was too old for
any use to come from his organs.

Harvest his brain.

Feed it to AttPrime 9 system.

For what purpose?

He was dying when the cops
who came arrested me,

but he saw what happened.

We cannot taint our system
with an untested psyche.

You gotta read it in
to test it, right?

I mean, don'�t you
have them, uh... buffers?

[jurors murmuring]

But he- he'�s not a candidate.

No, he'�s my witness.

[electronic whirring]

Person Vee.

Per Blythe.

If I survive this, will-

can I see you again?

I don'�t know.

Maybe.

A respectable girl on job cycle
going out with White Noise?

You'�re lucky he's
gonna be executed,

otherwise you'�ll break
your mother'�s heart.

The transfer
is being made.

The neuronal net at the morgue
will transmit the events

in Per Harris'�s memory
at the time of his demise.

Why is it so dim?

Ah, yes.

The world as seen
through a dying man'�s eyes.

[girl screams]

[Bernard] Don'�t be scared.
We'�re the police!

[Latey] We'�re here to help.

[Girl] Augustus, help me!

[Latey] Get lost, Augie.
This is our party.

She'�s a daughter
of free agents.

She'�s out of your jurisdiction.

She ain'�t gonna be
a child for much longer,

I can promise you that.

[Augustus] No! No!

[grunting]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

Augustus.

[Augustus moans]
Run for it! Run!

[sirens approaching]

[voice echoes]
Who shot you?

[Augustus] Po-lice-man.
A po-lice-man.

I didn'�t kill the old man
or the girl.

I was trying to protect them.

The police did it.

Disgusting!

[jurors clamor]

Is this all
of your evidence?

Isn'�t that enough?

They were gonna
rape the little girl.

They killed her
and the old man.

But you shot an unarmed man.
A policeman.

That is a crime
punishable by death.

No! No, that'�s not right!

[jurors murmuring]

Terrible.
Terrible.

Disgusting!
It'�s terrible!

[jurors argue louder]

Silence!

You can'�t keep
them from thinking.

Not unless you plan
to disconnect them

and send them
to Common Ground.

The law is the law.

They attacked us.

You killed an unarmed man!

They- they
were the killers.

You are still a murderer
and if found...

guilty...

it is the obligation
of this court

to execute you.

Don'�t you have
feelings, Court?

I am an amalgam

of all the ten thousand
minds inside this system.

Interrogate!

[distorted female voice]
Born in East Ham.

[distorted male voice]
I'�m a butcher.

[laughs]

Terrible!

Something'�s wrong here.

No, he'�s just saying
that he'�s innocent. He proved it.

This is a guilty sin
if ever I saw one.

The Court is malfunctioning.

No, it'�s just trying
to come to a decision.

I'�m gonna go get a tech
to reset the system.

[electronic warbling]

He is innocent.

Innocent.

Innocent.

Innocent.

[jurors repeating]
Innocent.

Not guilty of any crime.

[all jurors talking at once]

Who are all
of these people?

10,000 jurors that come
out to judge me.

[all saying innocent]

The verdict is-

[classical music plays] Interrupt program 9.1
is in effect.

Officer Brill, please
advise the technical staff

that there has been
a malfunction in the system.

Prisoner Frendon
Ibrahim Blythe,

U-CA-M-329-776-ab-4422,

you have elicited
an inappropriate emotional response

from The Court
and/or its parts.

This response has
overflown the legal parameters of the case.

All extraneous details
have been deleted,

the trial may now continue.

[static pulse]

You have been found guilty
of murder, Frendon Blythe.

The sentence is
a speedy death.

No! He just
proved his case!

You just threw it away!

[Court] Shutting
down vocal chords.

Person Blythe...

you have proved
your innocence to me.

I'�m so sorry.

I just want you to know

that I would be proud...

and happy...

and honored...

if you were my friend.

[static pulse]

[groans]

What happened?
What happened?

They murdered him.

He'�s supposed to be
put to sleep by the chair.

The whole system malfunctioned.

Malfunctioned?

They murdered him.

No, there was an inappropriate
emotional response

from the wetware circuits.

People, not circuits.

Whatever. The override
program took charge,

but there must'�ve
been a logic problem.

The Court thought it had
to complete the process.

The execution.

They build '�em to last,

but there'�s always
going to be glitches.

Guess we'�ll have to keep
an eye on this unit for a while.

[door slides closed]

Don'�t be afraid, Tilly.
Let me explain.

You'�re like him.

That awful made-up judge.

In a way, yeah.

But he'�s a mixture
of different personalities.

I'�m- I'm just me.

But how?

You were killed.

Yeah, but they took
parts of my brain,

my memories, personality.

They saved me so I could
try and save the system.

I don'�t understand.

Who did all this?

The jury. My peers.
They knew I was innocent.

But the overrides
wouldn'�t let me survive,

so they made me
part of the machine.

No. It'�s impossible.

You'�re dead.

No, not my mind,

not my soul.

Not how I feel about you.

This is wrong.

Aren'�t you afraid
I'�ll turn you in?

We have a plan.

What do you mean, a plan?

We'�ll set some free
and harvest others.

Augustus is with me
in AttPrime Nine.

One day we'�ll overthrow
the unemployment cycles.

[sighs]

[laughs]
What'�s wrong?

Don'�t you believe me?

Yes, I believe you.

It'�s not that.

It'�s just...

here'�s the first
guy I'�ve liked

in I don'�t know
how long, and...

First they kill you,

now you'�re back.

And I can'�t even hold you.

Can'�t even touch you.

I might not be real,

but that doesn'�t mean
we can'�t be together.

I don'�t understand.

We can do anything we want

with our minds.

Anything?

[gasps]

[bird caws]

[Hawking] Justice is not only
the province of the mind,

but also the province
of the heart.

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