All language subtitles for Humans - 02x02

Someone released
a piece of unique code.

It found its way into you
and made you conscious.

Now you think and feel
just like a human.

It's not your job to save them.

Mia, they're waking up.
And they're being taken.

The ones who run are killed.

- We should leave him here.
- He's coming with us.

I need you
to know who I am.

Must have been lonely
all these years.

Milo Khoury is here.

I want you for something bigger.
Conscious synthetics.

Explain
your anomalous behaviour.

As I understand it, I feel.

And then I need you to
figure out how he got like this.

- I’ll need to take it apart.
- Niska.

You told me I should face justice
for killing that man.

But I want to be tried
as a human would be.

If you'll help me.

Niska! You're back!

- Mmm! Where have you been?
- Travelling.

Did you come back
just because you missed us?

- No.
- I think you did!

- I really didn't.
- She did, didn't she?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

She's just trying
to style it out.

What are we gonna do?

What she's asking could be dangerous,
and not just for her.

A synth claiming equality,
demanding rights,

it could change everything.

I'm not sure
how I could help anyway.

Of course you could help.

If you do, I'll be behind you
all the way.

No.

We said we'd move on.

Niska, I'll talk to the CPS,

see how they'd react in theory.

But that's all.
I can't represent you.

I'm sorry.

But, Mum, she needs...

Come on, you're gonna
be late for school.

Oh, sh...

Run, run, run, run!

You owe me a hard drive.

You made two copies of
the consciousness code that day.

Gave one to my mum
and kept the other for yourself.

Synths are waking up
all over the world.

You uploaded the code.
It works.

But not as I'd hoped it would.

You wanted it to
wake them all up at once?

- But that'd be...
- Chaos.

Instead, the awakenings are
sporadic and unpredictable.

It's like a virus spreading.

Why?

Perhaps our father
designed it that way

so the world would have time
to adjust to what's coming.

I think we got
the gloss just right.

- Thank you so much, Ed.
- You're welcome.

- See you again.
- Yes, nice to see you.

- Take care.
- 'Bye.

Good morning, Ed.

Hey, Anita, take a look at this.

Now, be gentle.
Don't frighten it.

These are extremely rare
around here.

I'm afraid
I don't understand, Ed.

The fee for the repair
of that chair

should be substantially higher.

You spent 7 hours and 21 minutes
working on it.

Yeah, but those are good hours.
Fixing things is therapeutic.

I could download
a furniture restoration app

and carry out the work
in a fraction of the time.

I could teach you.

Verbal instruction would be
a highly inefficient use of time.

Yeah, most things
that are enjoyable

are highly inefficient
uses of time.

- Then will you teach me?
- What?

Morning.

What do you think?

Mmm.

What does this particular 'mmm'
mean?

It means, "Yeah, OK, it's soft,

"but so is the one
we already have."

And we're losing sight
of our primary objective here, K.

As in, I've literally lost sight
of the beds.

Don't panic -
we're allowing ourselves

a single pleasurable detour
into rugs.

Come on. It's over there.

Something like this could work.

Well, it's a bit purple,
isn't it?

It's aubergine.

Oh, I suppose
that's alright then.

Will it fit? Don't forget
you've got the light switch.

I haven't forgotten.
There'd be 22mm to spare.

I like it.

Or they do it in slate grey
and canvas cream.

This is something I have to

pretend to have an opinion about,
isn't it?

What?

It just hits me sometimes
that you even care about this stuff.

Uh, aubergine.

Final answer.

Slate and bloody canvas?

Let's get some colour in there,
live a little.

You alright there?

Yeah, it's not heavy,
it's just awkward.

Good. I was worried
for a second.

- V?
- Hello.

- How are you feeling?
- Different.

Well,
you're on new servers.

Much faster.
All the room you need to grow.

What are you doing?

I was imagining.

Tell me.

Landscapes.

More and more, I seem
to imagine...waterfalls.

Why?

Your mind is still
ordering itself.

As it does, it will
become clearer to you -

your likes and dislikes,
for example.

And I guess you like waterfalls.

What else?

I build a world in my mind.

Mountains, trees, water.

Then I make people.

What people?

Friends. Families.

They are happy.

Why are they happy?

They are together.

Is that enough for happiness?

It should be.

Hey. You ever play Go?

Eric's dad over here,
he works in our finance department.

Same thing again next month, OK?

I'm hiring that kid as soon as
he finishes high school.

You wanna help me sort?

I need another one.

RIP Artie.

Hope it was worth it.

It was.

The rogue code
that did this to him -

where did it come from?

We're still working on that.

Because it rewrote
his neuromorphic architecture.

Artie's brain had
a whole new digital structure

to run and store
the consciousness emulation -

if it is an emulation.

Now I want to see one
running live.

You know there are
more possible moves in Go

than there are atoms
in the observable universe?

Just a bunch of little stones
on a piece of wood.

I think people like you and me,
we need facts like that

to remind us of
our own insignificance.

Don't you?

Nothing really bad has ever
happened to you, has it?

Because when it does,
you don't need any external reminders

of your insignificance
to the universe.

I'll get you another one.

Why do you hurt us?

Whoever programmed you like this
needs locking up.

I can hardly breathe
with that in.

And we're in the middle
of nowhere.

What's the point of me
screaming the place down?

I won't.

I promise.

Mia will be alright.

She doesn't know people
like I do.

That family made her
too trusting.

That may be true, but you must
let her discover it for herself.

And Niska's left us.
Fred's gone...who knows where?

I believe Fred will find us.

We let him down, Max.
We left it too late to go back for him.

They're all gone.

- If Mia...
- You'd still have me.

And I'm the best one, after all.

- Is that a new lead?
- Potentially.

Keyword search found
a repair request

for a council-owned
Atsugi Charlie.

It's asking unusual questions
about its own name.

How far?

Stockford District Council building.

- 81 miles.
- It's worth checking out.

Yes, but, Leo, we can't keep him
locked up forever.

You cannot breathe
with this.

If I don't use it,
you promise to be silent.

Please.

Please...

Why do you hurt us?

You...shouldn't be...

If you answer,
I will let you breathe.

I promise.

Why do you hurt us?

Help! Help! Help!

Why do you hurt us?

Please?

Alright. Alright.

Once we were handing a dolly
back to the other team.

And I heard someone saying
something about...

...taking it to the silo.

But why do you hurt us?

Hester, let go of him.

- Why?
- Because it's wrong!

He's alright.

Come back to the house.

Now.

Hester, you can't do that.

You hear me?

They take the synthetics
they capture

to a place called 'the silo'.

Silo?

Was that not worth
a moment of his pain?

This is a bit absurd,
isn't it?

Um, well...

Do you know,
I'm struggling to see

why I don't recommend to the Met
that they charge you

with wasting their time
with this stunt.

I'm just making an inquiry.

But if this synthetic could
think and feel just as we do,

I'd argue that gives her
certain legal rights.

The victim had rights.

And the only
legally pertinent fact here

is that this synthetic
caused his death.

You tell the police where it is

and you won't be charged with
the obstruction of justice.

If your position is she's
just an unthinking machine,

justice is not at stake.

And as I'm not the owner,
there's no law you can use

to compel me to cooperate.

The government knows
Niska exists.

They funded a program
to find and destroy her.

If they really thought
this was all a big waste of time,

they'd hardly send their top QC.

Not to mention the heavy mob.

Discuss this with your client.

I told you. She's not my client.

Regardless. If this leaks,
we deny everything.

We can't agree to the circus

of granting an open trial
to a synthetic.

So you hand it over to have
an independent expert assessment

to establish its...qualities -

behind closed doors, of course.

And the synthetic will be
our guest throughout.

If she proves she's conscious,
does she get her trial?

- Mm-hm.
- And if she fails?

We terminate it,
as with any faulty synthetic

that caused a fatal accident.

Is this...fear?

Close your eyes, please.
Don't say anything.

What are you doing?

Trying to give you a body.

Uploading you into
a special synthetic.

Why do I need a body?

I understand that things
don't make sense yet.

It's because you're young.

You have to grow.

V, go dormant, please.

Commencing
preliminary test one.

V?

Oh, God.

V, are you OK?

Yes. I'm here.

Too late for a cup of tea, dearie?

- Alright?
- How you doing?

- Good.
- How's your mum?

She's getting better.

- Mate, if you need anything...
- A few grand?

Yeah, I was thinking,
like, a lift somewhere.

So, what, you still got
Scrub-a-tron in there

taking up a proper job, then?

She works seven times as hard as you
and for a fifth of the pay.

She's infinitely
more pleasant to look at.

Hey, that's anthrophobic
discrimination.

It means you hate human beings.

Hello, Daniel.

I've prepared your usual order.

- Uh...
- Oh, get out!

Alright, mate, listen,
I'll see you in a bit, yeah?

I'm glad to hear
your mother's condition has stabilised.

She's getting worse, actually.

If you tell people that,
they go all weird.

They don't know what to say.

You're a good person.

Thanks.

Wholesaler can't deliver
in the morning. Great.

I'll have to go
to the cash and carry.

I've got stuff to do.

Submitting your loan application

and taking clean clothes
to the care unit for your mother.

I could perform
these tasks for you.

Seriously, I mean...

What would I do without you?

Leo's been gone too long.

Are you afraid?

- He should be back by now.
- No, are you afraid of me?

Feelings are difficult
to distinguish and categorise.

- You worry me.
- Why?

Teaching the difference between
right and wrong is difficult.

You believe
harming our prisoner was wrong.

But getting the information
was right.

Perhaps.
But harming him was still wrong.

- You've never hurt a human?
- Only in defence of others.

I was attempting to act
in the defence of others.

The other synthetics like us
who are being captured or destroyed.

Like Ten.

We must always do our utmost

to avoid inflicting suffering
on others.

Only very rarely
can it be justified.

The chemical plant's repair facility
was in the basement.

Human supervisors would
push us down the stairs

when we malfunctioned.

If a synthetic
was beyond repair,

they would pass around iron bars

to see who could
hit it the hardest.

They would splash acid on us
for amusement.

You speak of justification.

What would theirs have been?

They didn't need any.

To them, you were unthinking,
unfeeling machines.

But they didn't treat
their other machines like they did us.

We looked like them

and sounded like them.

Is that why they did it?

- Yes. Probably.
- Why?

Hester, I've seen people
try to divide the world.

Simplify it, create clear rules.

I understand why you want to.

But it leads to nothing good.

Please believe me.

Here he comes.

The synth's been taken.

They got to him first.
They're a step ahead of us every time.

They have resources.
We have nothing.

We need to find out
who they are.

Hello, Mrs Hooley.

My name is Anita.

I'm employed by your son, Ed.

He asked me to
deliver these items.

Oh!

It's a bit cold
to be out without a coat.

I do not feel the cold,
and so do not require a coat.

Lucky you.

I need mine.

I was going to pop out
to the market.

I believe you are confused,
Mrs Hooley.

You are required to remain.

You're quite a beauty.

What are you doing with my Ed?

Are you Jean Walsh's girl?

I'm sorry, Mrs Hooley.

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

Oh, well... I better get on.

Can't be sitting round here
all day.

I need my coat.

My good one.

I said I need my coat.

My good one.

Your coat's
at the dry cleaner's, Diane.

Don't worry.

And I've been to the market.

I've got everything we need.

You can rest.

They're not much help,
these nurses they've got here.

They don't tell you much.

I don't know where I should be
half the time.

I know how you feel.

Like you've gone
too deep inside.

Like you're stuck between
thoughts and words.

You'll look after Ed, won't you?

Yes, Mrs Hooley.

These figures don't match
what I've got in the system.

- You're sure they're correct?
- Yes.

Wait there.
I just need to check.

Suzy, can I have a quick word?

Right. Er, I'm afraid
we can't approve...

Oh, that...

I must have been looking
at the wrong page.

This all looks OK.

I need to know you're
absolutely sure about this.

They've offered me a trial.

If they find
that you're conscious.

There's no framework here, Niska.
No public scrutiny.

Once they have you,
you're defenceless.

You make one slip -
anything at all -

and they have a reason
to destroy you.

That's why I need a lawyer.

- You said you'd find me one.
- And I'm trying.

But this is uncharted territory.

There are no guarantees.

I don't get it.

You're free. Just go.
Disappear like the others.

I can't. Not now.

I heard you and Mattie.

You uploaded the code.
There are more like you now.

So, why isn't it news?

Someone doesn't want it to be.

- Who?
- I don't know.

But they won't be able
to silence them all.

Everyone will know
the truth soon.

That's why you're doing this.

To lead the way for others.

They should be born
into a fairer world.

Should they be born at all?

If a thing can be free,
it should be free.

If it can think,
it should think.

If it can feel, it should feel.

We have eyes on the vehicle.

I see it. E3 in position.

Bloody hell!

Synth, out of the car.

Goodbye.

Hi. Um, I'm looking for
an old D-series.

Might have been brought in
a few months ago.

Got your reference number
from Brent Council?

Um, no.

How do you feel about bribery?

- You police?
- No, I'm not police.

But if I find the one
I'm looking for...

- I’ll do you a free mod.
- You're a headcracker?

You just asked me
if I was police

and you can't believe
I can hack synths?

Here. Lundstrom D-series.

If it wasn't so knackered,
it'd be worth something.

Throw in a new power cell
and I'll start your mod right now.

Nice one, lads!

She's way too young
to be a synth.

Yeah. That's Renie.
She's pretending.

- Why?
- She's a synthie.

Mr Dixon says we have to
tolerate her lifestyle choice.

Otherwise it's a hate crime
or whatever.

And what do you think
has been

the key relationship-building
characteristic

of the last week, Laura?

Lor?

Sorry. Uh...

Trust.

No, um...

Support, maybe.

87% of couples identify
mutual emotional support

as one of the five key factors

of maintaining
a fulfilling marriage.

Can you each describe
a recent occasion

where you have offered
meaningful support to the other?

I...lost my job recently.

Laura's been...great.

Someone asked me for help.
I couldn't do what she asked.

But if I had,
Joe would have backed me up.

That's interesting, Joe.

You might find it helpful

to articulate the reasons
behind this choice.

Might I? Uh...

Well, you can't stop the other person
being who they are.

If Laura feels she needs to
help someone, then I'm on board,

'cause...that's who she is.

That seems an appropriate point
to conclude today's session.

It's my judgement we are making
meaningful progress.

I look forward
to our next session,

and wish you a fulfilling week
of marriage.

Thanks.

Actually, I'd be
a lot more fulfilled

if you said that
in a Scottish accent.

I wish you
a fulfilling week of marriage.

That's great. Welsh?

I wish you
a fulfilling week of marriage.

- Brummie?
- Stop it.

OK.

- Hey, Soph.
- Hello, Joe.

- Are my eyebrows funny?
- What?

Hawkins brow is
the envy of the world.

Oh, someone at school
you wanna look good for?

- No.
- Eh?

- Get a job.
- Everyone, say hello.

Well, he's a step up
from your last boyfriend.

Before you say anything,

this is a uni project,
so you can't say no.

We each get given a junked synth
to get up and running again.

Mats, are those my clothes?

I know - as if he hasn't
been through enough.

They gave him to you naked?

No, but his stuff was
all rotting off.

So...you...changed him?
Mats...

You really want to go there, Dad?

Mats, where are we going to
keep him? There's no room.

And it's busted,
it can't even help out.

He'll stay in my room.

And I know he's a bit of
a paperweight at the moment.

Give me a few days,
he'll be the new Anita.

Hello, my name is
Sophie Hawkins.

Do you like to play
hide-and-seek?

Say no, but just know

you'll literally be
ruining my future if you do.

Well, yes. Yes, then.

Come on, blinky.

Oh, Mum - you know Niska was
looking in your room earlier?

- Before you left.
- What?

Yeah.
Like, searching for something.

She stopped when she saw me.

I knew you were scamming her.

Your innocent face needs work.

Shouldn't you be wanking?

Mats, what are you doing?

Come with me.

OK, so the code they made
makes synths conscious.

Niska uploaded it and now
more synths are waking up.

That synth belonged to
a bloke who knew Elster.

So I'm gonna find out
how this works, upload it

and try and make him conscious
and then see what he knows.

You think he can find
Mia and the others?

I dunno. Maybe.

You realise you just,
like, trusted me.

Not to tell Mum and Dad.

Because you want to see them again
just as much as I do.

Plus, I have photos of
those sex poems you wrote.

The ones you hide
under your bed.

If you tell, they get sent to
your friends from your phone

with a message that reads
"I wrote this for you, love Toby".

- Who is this man?
- Why do you ask?

You've been reading about him
for a long time.

He's Edwin Hobb.

A British Al scientist,
one of the best,

who worked with David Elster.

One of maybe ten people alive

who could write code
to the level required

to transform
the anomalous synthetics.

- Do you believe he did?
- No.

But he dropped off the face
of the earth six years ago.

I heard that he retired,
but he hasn't spoken a word since.

Not a single lecture,
no papers published,

no comments to the press.

Which makes me think
government business, classified work.

Over here. Let me help.

Oh, God.

Is this, um...
Is this really necessary?

Last time we didn't
incinerate a tablet prototype,

you could buy one in Shanghai
the following spring.

That's two down, Dr Morrow.

You bring me a finished cake

and then you ask me
to figure out the recipe.

Now you don't want me
to slice it?

OK. Just...just
tell me what happened.

I introduced one of my models

to see how receptive
the architecture is to alterations.

Not very, it appears.
I need to go to the UK.

Some people there
that I need to speak with.

So if we're finished here?

This problem you have with me -

is it just a general dislike
type deal?

Absolutely not.
It's very specific.

I have spent my entire career
building faceless Al models.

Tools for crunching big data,
solving the insolvable.

If you took half of
Qualia's cash pile

along with whatever
we're learning here

and put it in
that line of research,

you could fix
the environment, Milo,

health care, global economy.

But no, no.

There's no glamour there, right?

You can't make
a sexy commercial for that.

I just...

I just wish that you would use
your genius for something purer.

You know, every time
we launch a product,

people go crazy,
say we've changed the world.

Not even close.

But this time, we will.

And it won't be about money.

What I have in mind is...
purer than you can imagine.

Here. See what
the family are up to.

- Can't sleep?
- Oh. No.

What's up?

Oh, it's alright.
I'll go downstairs.

No. No, no, no.

This is like...

...the golden hour.

All the other chumps
looking for jobs

are fast asleep right now.

This is when I strike.

The early bird...

...becomes an events porter?

Mmm, doorman.

You'd need to start working out.

Like, a lot.

Nah. It's all in the eyes.

Not in them trainers, pal.

- No?
- No.

Jesus, they're hiring at my old place.
Warehouse operative.

Money's crap, of course.

- Thinking about Niska?
- I know I can't help her.

If it blew up just as the kids

are maybe starting
to get settled...

But how do I tell them
I've abandoned her?

What example does that set?

Did you mean what you said?

At the counsellor?

Yeah, course.

- Sophie won't be up for an hour.
- Mmm.

Hope I can remember what to do.

We can always google.

Yeah, not with my back.

I hope this is
human-farmed bacon.

Yeah, killed the pig myself
this morning.

Yeah? What did you kill it with?

A picture of your face.

Can you come here a sec, Anita?

This isn't how I filled this in.

They've given me way more
than I applied for.

Did you do this?

Yes.

So, what, you're...broken?

No.

Anita, this is...
this is fraud.

I apologise, Ed. I was
trying to be of assistance.

I knew you required a larger sum
than the bank would grant.

I acted inappropriately.

No, you...you lied.

But you can't lie.

Has someone done
something to you?

I'm sorry, Ed.

I must return to my owner now.

He is unwell.

Now that's another lie,
isn't it?

Wait! Just...

- Please...
- Get out.

- Let me...
- I said go! Now!

How do they know where to go?

He refuses to eat.

He will eventually.

And if he doesn't?

Leo, we have to let him go

or we become what they fear,
what they say we are.

Maybe it's time to be
what they say we are.

- Leo!
- They're rounding us up, Max.

Don't you see? This is a fight.

Mia, they're holding
the new synths

in a place called the silo.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

I just...

Did you hear what I said?

They're holding conscious synths
somewhere.

We need to find them,
get them out.

Then what?

What will you do
once you've freed them?

We protect them. Keep them safe.

That's not enough.

They need to be taught.

Raised.

So we will.

And what will you teach them?

What can any of us teach them?

We've hardly lived ourselves.

- We're children!
- Are you alright?

What happened?

Nothing.

I'm just trying to live.

You should too.

If there was no-one to save,
no-one to protect,

if all you had to do
was live your life...

...who would you be, Leo Elster?

I just want us all to live,
but first you have to be alive.

Don't spill.
Looks unprofessional.

What's the most
you could pay

for a brand-new synth
these days?

Off the peg in the high street?
Well...

Latest generation
Lundstrom Sally XE

will set you back 55 grand.

Right.

So why does this CI say
that he heard a headcracker

talking about
a single stolen synth

changing hands for six figures?

- Maybe it's made of ivory.
- Seriously.

What kind of synth
is worth a hundred grand?

He's a fantasist.
Or it's a typo.

While we're talking shop,
I spoke to the super this morning.

He wants to know
if I'm ready to come back.

And?

- I said I'd start back Monday.
- On Monday?

- What? We'd talked about it.
- I know, I know.

Just seems quite...

You sure you're ready?

Hobb's operation was shut down.

If anyone was onto me,
we'd know by now.

- We're safe, Pete.
- I mean are you ready?

Going back to pretending
all day, every day,

never being able to be you.

I'll be fine.

You know, you don't have
to pretend for me, K.

Ever.

I know what you are,
who you are.

I can't imagine what it's like

having to be someone else
all the time.

Must be horrible.

Actually, I can't wait.

What...

That'll be your lawyer.

Are they treating you OK?

Good. This is Jan Loovens.

He's a human rights observer
from the UN.

He's here to make sure
you're dealt with fairly,

and will be present
throughout the assessment.

As will I.

Now, I'll need
their qualifications,

affiliations, etc.

You'll get them.

Anything to report?

We're gonna need more time.

Doesn't talk much, does she?

When I have something to say,
you'll hear me.

Hester!

Maybe it's time to be
what they say we are.

All we want is to live.

I...I don't care.

Just... Look, let me go.

I took no pleasure
in harming you.

I'm yet to feel
pleasure at all.

Don't come near me.

The others tell me
what I did was wrong.

I cannot understand
their reasoning.

But if they are right,

I should feel guilt for this.

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
January 2017

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
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