All language subtitles for Utopia - 2x01_en

Aldo Moro e' morto.

L'ex Primo Ministro, Aldo
Moro, e' stato assassinato.

(HE SPEAKS ITALIAN)

Il corpo e' stato trovato
con dieci proiettili,

in via Michelangelo Caetani in Roma.

(SHOUTS IN ITALIAN)

...posso confermare che Aldo Moro,

ex Primo Ministro e leader
della Democrazia Cristiana,

e' stato assassinato.

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(CLOCK CHIMES)

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(CLOCK CHIMES)

Jessica.

- (DISTANT DOG BARKS)
- Who's that?

- Me.
- Yeah. Who's that?

- A frog.
- What's he got on his head?

A crown.

WHISPERS: Wow.

(HE SIGHS) Jessica?

I need to talk to someone.

Can you stay with this man?

(JESSICA CHUCKLES)

(HISSING IN PHILIP'S HEAD)

I asked if you recognised this.

It's a document containing
the identity of Mr. Rabbit.

It was sent to an Italian
journalist called Mino Pecorelli.

Say hello, Mino.

Ciao.

(HE SIGHS)

Mino's the man who pinned the death
of Aldo Moro on the CIA for us.

Mino's with us.

Aren't you, Mino?

_

Getting this was a shock for Mino.

It blew his mind, in fact.

And we were... very, very lucky

it was sent to him.

Weren't we, Mino?

_

_

Do you recognise it, Philip?

Well, you should.

You fucking sent it.

(HISSING IN HIS HEAD)

I've finished Janus.

What?

Does it work?

(HE BREATHES HARD)

It works perfectly. It's perfect.

But... I've made an adjustment to it.

I've changed it.

What adjustment?

Milner... I've changed it.

What have you done? What is the adjustment?

- You can't use it.
- (TAPPING)

You can never use what I've made.

(HISSING IN PHILIP'S HEAD)

Give me Janus by the end of the week.

Or we'll torture Jessica.

(JESSICA CHUCKLES)

(HE GASPS)

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NEWSREADER: Queues formed
outside bakers' shops

throughout England and Wales,

with most stores limiting
customers to one loaf apiece.

The Electricity Council have now
drawn up their contingency plans

for cuts and disconnections
once the strike begins

and supplies to power stations...

EDWARD HEATH: It has really
been quite remarkable,

what has been achieved in these
last few weeks of the three-day week,

er... by British industry,
because of all the arrangements

which have been made by
the unions and the employers

and they ought to have full credit...

(TV CRACKLES)

(SWITCH CLICKING)

(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS)

(ARBY WHIMPERS)

EASTERN EUROPEAN ACCENT:
What did you do to my Pietre?

Christ, Brosca. Not this again.

- I'm his father. Why would I...
- I take him to the doctor!

The doctor said it is shock, like
trauma. What did you do to him?

Why did you do that?

He doesn't need a shrink.
You need to take your pills.

I'm not taking your pills!

You poison me.

What did you do to him? I fucking kill you!

What did you do to him? I fucking kill you!

I really fucking kill you!

(SHE SOBS)

Mr. Carvel?

(DOOR SHUTS)

(CHATTERING)

(LOW CHATTER)

MAN: And it's so simple,
it's... it's almost elegant.

It has the speed, it has the effectiveness,

so we introduce the fungus
to the gut of the mosquito.

We just need a more virulent strain.

Ending the mosquito ends malaria.

(PHILIP SNORTS)

Dengue fever, yellow
fever, West Nile virus.

- We believe we are very close...
- It won't work.

I beg your pardon?

M anisopliae? That's what you're
talking about? It won't work.

There's poor stability in
the sporalating strains.

You'll get 35% effectiveness at best
before the mosquito out-evolves it.

We believe...

Besides, there are 3,500
species of mosquito.

They've been around for 100 million years.

You think you can just
yank them out of existence?

I mean, you do realise

half the birds in the Arctic
tundra will starve to death?

I mean, you have actually thought of
that or are you just fucking idiots?

- And how would you cure malaria?
- Cure malaria?

Why would we want to cure malaria?

Malaria's doing a great
job. Leave malaria alone.

Young man, you're drunk.

Yes, I am, and in the morning
we'll both still be cunts.

Have you come here just to drink?

There's a blackout everywhere else.

It's only held once every four years, this.

The idea is to get people together
who could never normally talk.

Like politicians, world leaders...

scientists.

No-one knows it exists.

Is that what you are?

A scientist, then?

Must be a good one to get into here.

Must be some kind of
genius to get into here.

No offence. I'm sure you're great.

But why don't you just fuck off?

Why don't you make me?

What's wrong with curing malaria?

Or don't you want to make
the world a better place?

(HE SNORTS)

Let me explain something to you.

The sun throws a certain amount
of energy onto this planet.

We turn it into food,
clothing, shelter, et cetera.

It supports an amount of us

and it took 30,000 years for
that amount to become one billion.

Then we found a way to
use ancient sunlight,

sunlight trapped in oil and coal.

We started to live off that.

What happened?

In just 130 years, our population doubled.

The next billion took 30 years. The
fourth billion has taken just 14.

So, here's the question.

What do you think is going to happen
when that oil and coal runs out

in, say, 100 years?

When there's 10 billion living on
a planet that can support only one?

I think we're going to
tear each other to shreds.

At last. Someone with an
ounce of fucking brain.

Malaria?

The only disease that needs curing is us.

Go on, then.

Let's throw ourselves off.

What are you doing?

Well, if there's no point in being alive...

All right, OK, I get it. Yeah,
yeah, fine. I get what you...

Look, look! That... that could tip!

Please don't do that. Please.

(SHE GASPS)

- Have you ever been in a genocide?
- What?

I have.

(GUESTS CHATTERING)

So, if you have some sort of answer...

- I'd like to hear it.
- I have an answer.

No-one wants to listen.
They're all too fucking scared.

But if you come down off
that table, I will tell you.

(MUSIC SOUNDTRACK DROWNS SPEECH)

BROSCA: Look, it's a rabbit.

See?

Do you like the rabbit? Do you like it?

It's fine, Brosca. He'll grow out of it.

Just a phase. He's fine.

(MUSIC SOUNDTRACK DROWNS SPEECH)

(MUSIC SOUNDTRACK DROWNS SPEECH)

This is incredible.

Some of those scientists
are Nobel laureates.

So? They think you're a god.

- (HE SNORTS)
- Don't laugh.

Do you see the way they behave around you?

They're small compared to you.

I can't think like that.

Why? Because it's true?

(HE SNORTS)

I'm confused by what I feel.

Each day is momentous. Each minute,
every decision, every action is...

(HE SIGHS)

historic.

And I feel separate.

You know?

Do you feel that?

That separation?

See?

You are a fucking god.

- (TAPE RUNNING)
- Janus, it's called Janus,

and, um... it's a protein
and it's incredible.

Er... the hard part was making
it so it can't be detected.

It's split into two elements,

which combine in the brain to create Janus.

It then sends signals that alter the
production of cohesion in fertility.

Essentially, it switches
off human reproduction.

It's, um...

amazing.

Philip, when you say it
switches off human reproduction,

we're not trying to end the human race.

We use a placebo. We leave 5 to 8%
unaffected. They'll remain fertile.

And who do we give that placebo to?

There are certain genetic traits
that are undeniably advantageous.

Now, I believe I've
isolated a group of people

who are genetically stronger...

Group? Do you mean a race?

Race is not a term that science recognises,

but, yes, if you must, then "race".

- That's the Third fucking Reich.
- It's the opposite of that.

I'm not talking about murder.

I'm talking about allowing some
to continue. A world without race.

It's a world without
racial fucking genocide!

And can you make Janus decide?

I could. I could find a
combination of junk genes

that only a certain percentage have,

tailor Janus not to trigger
when those genes are present.

And that would be random? Nothing
would connect those people?

No, it's junk DNA.
Doesn't do anything. But...

why not choose?

Because that's not who we are.

(BELL CHIMING)

(BIRDSONG)

(RABBIT SCREECHES)

(SCREECHING STOPS)

BROSCA: So, you've been to Plovdiv?

- Yes, I love Plovdiv.
- Really?

He hasn't been to fucking Plovdiv.

What are you talk... I love Plovdiv.
Plovdiv's my favourite place.

He is a fucking liar, Brosca.

OK, you tell me what is the name
of the main square in Plovdiv.

OK. The main square in Plovdiv, right?

It's got lots of little...

So, the main square in Plovdiv is called...

Plovdiv Main Square.

They're a straight-speaking people.

(MERENGUE MUSIC PLAYS)

Shall we do the merengue?
Hand on my shoulder.

That's it. Watch my hips.

Shall I spin you around?

She's lovely, Brosca.

Merengue!

(HE LAUGHS AND CLEARS THROAT)

- Are you OK?
- (HE GASPS)

Does he know what you do? Tom.

God, no.

I love him.

And I want him to continue loving me.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

(MURMURS AND LAUGHTER OUTSIDE)

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

(LOW CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

No, we can't. They're downstairs.
I'm supposed to be getting whisky.

You're driving me nuts. I'll be quick,
I promise. You won't even notice.

(KISSING AND PANTING)

Hey!

Philip, I'm asking you.

You have not hurt our son, yes?

Brosca, no.

I would never hurt him.

I'm...

I'm pregnant.

I going to have a baby, Philip.

(BOTH SIGH)

(MUSIC SOUNDTRACK DROWNS SPEECH)

Don't come in tomorrow.

There's going to be a gas leak.

They know too much, Philip.

Jesus Christ, Milner.

Do you think they can walk
around talking about this?

They're good people.

Good?

Why? Because you know them?

We're saving a species.

Are these few more important than everyone

because you've become attached to them?

(SHE SNORTS)

We can't afford attachments, Philip.

You need to remember that.

What have we got here? Oh.

It's a rabbit. See?

Do you like the rabbit? Do you?

You see?

Do you like the rabbit? You like it?

Look how beautiful it is.

Look.

Try it.

(PLATE FALLS)

She'll be back in a minute.

Just popped out.

How are you, Tom?

Yeah.

(GULPS AND SIGHS)

Bit fucked, actually.

- Do you need anything?
- No. No, no.

I'm gonna go to one of those
rehab places they have now.

- Oh, that's great.
- Yeah.

That's great, Tom.

I really think...

you know, this time, you know?

Hm.

I heard about the gas leak at the lab.

She's devastated.

It means so much to her.

Your work.

I've never seen her so alive.

Oh...

She loves you, you know?

Not like that.

That she saves for me.

With you, it's...

much higher.

Brain love.

She loves your brain.

(HE GAGS)

(HE VOMITS)

(GROANS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(TOM RETCHING)

Ugh. Oh.

- Hey. Come here. Hey.
- Oh, Jesus.

Let me get that for you.

Did you get the medication?

- I did, I did.
- Philip popped round.

OK. Feeling better?

Philip Carvel?

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of cruelty to a child.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say
will be taken down...

SOBBING: She's right.

I experimented on him.

(HE SIGHS)

I was trying to inhibit violence.
I needed a human subject.

He was all I had.

It changed him.

I've been trying to put it right.

I can't.

I'm sure you had your reasons.

Look, I love Brosca.

But this?

She's harming you.

Let me help you with her. She has to go.

She's coming between us.

What about Tom?

He's a fucking time bomb.

It's your love for Tom
that puts us in danger.

I don't feel like that about Brosca.
I don't feel like that about anyone.

The only person I feel like that about...

is you.

You and what we are doing together.

(BOTTLE CLINKS)

(TOM SIGHS)

- No. No, Tom, please.
- (WATER SPLASHES)

- Please don't do that. Don't.
- (DOOR CLICKS)

I did ring. I let myself in.

(GRUNTS)

We need to talk.

(TOM SIGHS)

OK.

- OK, talk.
- Here?

This is quite sensitive.

WHISPERS: I said talk.

The Network lab in Tel Aviv.

One of the men worked out
the RNA codes for Janus.

He has an idea of what it does.

- Has he told anyone?
- Half the lab, as many as 50 people.

We're not sure exactly who
yet, but we have it locked down.

Do you have a plane ready?

TWA 841, heading to JFK.

We've told them they're going
to be debriefed by the CIA.

Well, you know what we have to do, then.

We have to bring it down.

We have to plant a bomb on board the plane

and we have to kill all of them.

What are you talking about? Killing?

Killing who?

Who you going to kill? What you
talking about planes and killing for?

(WATER SPLASHES)

(BABY CRIES)

Mr. Carvel?

There have been some complications.

I'm very sorry to tell you, but
your wife didn't survive childbirth.

(HISSING IN HIS HEAD)

(DOCTOR'S VOICE FADES)

(BABY CRIES)

Well, we always knew it wasn't
going to be easy, didn't we?

- (BABY CRIES)
- We always knew that.

There have to be sacrifices.

We're making a new world, Philip.

We are creating utopia.

OK.

You're special. You're unique.
So, yes, you can have the child.

But don't get lost in her, Philip.

- Mr. Carvel?
- Please, don't get lost in...

You've had a little girl.

WHISPERS: A girl?

A little girl?

SIGHING: She's...

she's beautiful.

What are you going to call her?

Jessica. Her name is Jessica.

(BABY CRIES)

(ARBY CHORTLES)

_

(RAIN POURS)

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(JESSICA CHUCKLES)

- (THREE GUNSHOTS)
- _

Give me Janus by the end of the week...

or we'll torture Jessica.

(HISSING IN HIS HEAD)

(SHE LAUGHS)

Take this off.

There you are.

NEWS REPORTER: The continued
waste collectors' strike has led

local authorities to
store waste in car parks...

...with threats of a looming oil crisis,

talk of a state of emergency...

...a vote of no confidence in the
Labour Government has been called.

It's expected to come down
to just one or two votes.

It was only two votes.
It's pretty... pretty tight.

Indeed, but, you know, when it's
only two, anything can happen.

- Coffins? What a charming place to meet!
- _

Are these full?

Oh... the grave-diggers' strike.

They're storing the bodies here.

The Winter of Discontent,
they're calling it.

Leicester Square's landfill. (SIGHS)

It's Philip.

He's done it again.

What?

No.

No, I spoke to him. I've just
come from Rome, where we spoke...

You spoke, he listened,
and then he did it again.

Another document, another leak.

We think it's the same thing.

The identity of Mr. Rabbit.

He sent it to Richard Sykes,
UK ambassador to Holland.

We don't think Sykes knows what it means.

Why Sykes? Why send it to him?

If the Tories win the next election,
he's on security with Airey Neave.

- Airey Neave? Well, has he seen it?
- We don't know.

Look, why is Philip doing this to us?

He's finished Janus.

But he's scared of it.

He can't bring himself to destroy it

so... he's doing the next
best thing. He's destroying me.

Jesus. What the hell will he do next?

Letan, I have men at the US lab,

- armed men...
- No, no-one touches Philip Carvel.

Show me.

(SHE GASPS)

(SHE SIGHS)

(HE GASPS)

(HE GASPS)

(HE GASPS)

Your loyalty breaks my heart.

Deal with Sykes.

Then we need to talk to Airey Neave.

- (SIREN BLARES)
- _

At nine o'clock this morning,

Sir Richard was sitting
inside his Rolls-Royce

in the grounds of his residence here

preparing to drive the
short distance to the embassy

in the centre of the Hague.

At that time, two men rushed up on foot

and five shots were fired at the car.

Sir Richard was hit,

and so was his 19-year-old
footman, who had just shut the door.

- Milner!
- It's an honour to meet you, Mr. Neave.

Mr. Neave, we believe you may have received

some information from
Mr. Sykes before he died.

A document?

I did!

Extraordinarily extravagant stuff.

International conspiracies

at the heart of many
governments et cetera, et cetera.

It's terribly exciting reading.

Well, as strange as it may seem,

we're worried that this information
may be putting your life at risk.

Really?

How dreadful.

And do you know who
killed poor Richard yet?

Not officially, but we believe
it was dissident republicans.

Do we?

Are you talking about "we" as in MI5?

Well, yes, I'm sure that "we"
does believe it was the IRA.

Or the INLA.

Or the RSPCA, for that matter.

But you and I, Milner...

we know it was someone else.

And who do we...

think it was?

Why, it was you, Milner.

Are you suggesting the
British security services

- assassinated Mr...
- Oh!

Are we playing that game?

If we did... kill Sykes...

what makes you think
we won't just kill you?

I'm not Sykes, Milner.

Or Letan.

Or Rabbity.

Or whatever your name is.

(NEAVE SNORTS)

Now, as you know,

there's a vote of no confidence in
Mr. Callaghan and his government.

This Friday, in fact.

If we win this vote,
there'll be a general election

and Margaret will become
Prime Minister. Hooray.

But it's balanced on a knife edge.

Alfred Broughton, Labour MP.

He's at death's door, apparently.

And you want us to push
him through that door?

Heavens, no!

If you did that, the
vote might get delayed.

No, I just want you to
get him to pull a sickie.

_

(INDISTINCT VOICE ON TANNOY)

(VOICE ON RADIO)

Mr. Carvel?

Who are you?

Your friend Milner sent me.

- She's rather upset with you.
- What do you want?

Pleased to meet you.

My name is Mr. Omida.

Er... should the time come, I am
to be your daughter's torturer.

I've been asked to
explain my process to you.

Now, Jessica's only four,

and always the difficulty with such an age

is maintaining life for
the maximum amount of time.

So I will need to monitor
vital signs throughout.

But, er... this is just a
matter of being attentive.

(WHISPERING IN HIS HEAD)

Moo!

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Mmm!

(WHISPERING IN HIS HEAD)

(WHISPERING IN HIS HEAD)

(VOICES CONTINUE)

(BIRDSONG)

Dr. Isherwood?

What we're about to tell you is
a matter of national security.

There is a threat against
one of your patients.

An MP. Alfred Broughton.

He will be assassinated on his
way to Westminster this Friday...

and we need you to stop him.

- Me?
- Tell him he's too sick to travel.

(CHUCKLES) What? That won't stop him.

Christ, have you met him?

Then make him too sick to travel.

We can't go to Broughton himself

or we risk alerting those around
him who are setting this up.

But, er... what about the vote?

I mean, it's a vote of no confidence.

Have you any idea how much that matters?

Bernard Weatherill. He's a Tory MP.

There's a gentlemen's agreement

that if a member of the
Government is too ill to vote,

then an opposition MP also won't vote.

We have persuaded Bernard
to honour that agreement.

(BIRDSONG OUTSIDE)

Bollocks!

- Who do you think I am?
- Dr. Isherwood, this is...

You're trying to topple
the fucking government!

No, no.

I'm a Labour voter. I'm a
card-carrying member, you fucks!

I've been on picket lines
up and down this country,

and I know an MI5 stitch-up
when I see one. Martin!

- Please don't do that.
- Martin!

Fucking establishment crypto-fascist
bastards. You're all the same.

Terrified of the proletariat.

- Martin, call the police.
- That's not a good idea.

- Tell them it's a matter of national security.
- Martin, don't do that.

The are two people here, trying to...

(BIRDSONG OUTSIDE)

There. Now can we all
just please calm down?

(BIRDSONG OUTSIDE)

Make sure Alfred Broughton doesn't vote.

Will you do that for us?

_

MR. OMIDA: Mr. Carvel?

Philip? I am Omida.

I need to know... I need to
know I can get through to you.

Please nod.

Good.

Torture is communication.

So, what I will do is, I will
inflict a torture upon your person.

Then I'll go and inflict the
same torture upon Jessica.

It will be exactly the
same, not diminished.

What you feel, she will feel.

Exactly.

You will imagine her screams. Her tears...

Please.

- Her begging.
- Please don't do that.

I will go back and forth this
way for a period of several hours

and if that doesn't work,
then we'll start all over again

but with her in front of you.

Now, propriety requires me to ask you

if you'd simply like to give us Janus now.

It's... perfect.

But I've made a... an adjustment to it.

I've not been in control
of myself, you know?

Well, we can work that out. I promise.

It... it's not...

Tell us, Philip, please.

Always, with my first torture,

I like to start with something
brutal and traditional.

I'm simply going to pull out the
fingernails on your right hand.

(HE SCREAMS)

Aaah!

(PHILIP CRIES)

(PHILIP SCREAMS)

(HE SOBS)

Is it here? Is it in the lab?

Is this it?

Is there something in this?

I'm ashamed of what I've done...

and I'm scared of you.

You will use it no matter what.

Please don't hurt my little girl.

(SIRENS RING)

Oh, please!

I'm going to visit Jessica now, Mr. Carvel.

Don't!

Not Jessica!

- (ALARMS BLARING)
- Did you call that in?

Who the hell called that in?

(ALARMS BLARING, SHOUTING)

Move, move, move!

TANNOY: Evacuate all areas...

We need to evacuate this area now.

Yes, I know, but I need to get back there.

Ma'am, I will not tell you again!

There is a nuclear incident
at the Three Mile Island plant.

We must evacuate this facility.

TANNOY: ...Please go to your
designated assembly rooms...

(SIRENS CONTINUE BLARING)

Philip Carvel?

My name is Christos. I've
come to get you out of here.

(HE GASPS)

(HE GROANS)

(HE MOANS)

(ALARMS BLARING)

(SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. An accident at
the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant.

Federal agents said the reactor's
core may have been damaged.

Radiation passed through the four-foot
concrete walls and was detected

a mile away from the plant.

Mr. Callaghan lost the vote of
no confidence by a single vote

and has called a general
election for May 3rd.

Favourite to become Europe's
first woman Prime Minister,

- Margaret Hilda Thatcher.
- _

The bomb went off shortly
before three o'clock.

The bomb, in fact, had been placed
in Mr. Neave's blue Vauxhall car.

Clearly, this was a deliberate
and well-planned operation.

But by whom? When Mrs. Thatcher
was given the news by an aide,

nobody knew that the victim
was one of her closest friends.

There's someone been killed in a
bomb outside the House of Commons.

Just now, seven minutes ago.

- Who?
- We don't know yet.

Terrible news, Mrs. Thatcher.

(GLASS CRUNCHES)

We've lost him.

Don't you mean we've lost it?

Isn't it Janus we've lost?

I've just heard that Airey
Neave has been killed.

- An IRA bomb, they're saying.
- Hm.

It was you.

But... I don't understand.

If... if we could do this all along,
why the hell did we do what he said?

We need a government that stays in power.

I think this lot will
be around for a while...

with help.

We've managed to pull some
footage of Carvel with Jessica

from the close-circuit system.

We think that's the vaccine...

and we think Janus is inside it.

It's in her?

He put it in Jessica?

- NURSE: And what's his name?
- His name's Dane.

Mark Dane.

(WHISPERING IN PHILIP'S HEAD)

- And does he have family?
- No.

No, he hasn't got any family.

(WHISPERING IN HIS HEAD)

_

_

OK, Jessica Hyde,

let's teach you how to use a gun.

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