All language subtitles for Survivors s03e04 Mad Dog.eng

(CHARLES WHISTLING)

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

Whoa.

(HUMMING)

(DOGS BARKING)

(GUNSHOT)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(DOG GROWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(GUNSHOTS FIRING)

(DOGS BARKING)

I'll get you your horse.

(DISTANT TROTTING)

(CHUCKLES) It's only just
broken the skin.

There are better ways
of committing suicide

than carrying meat,

especially now we've got urban dogs.

-Urban dogs?
-Mmm, Sheffield and Manchester.

Ran out of food there,
they've moved out.

Soon have every sheep
between here and Buxton.

Oh, I've not been that far north.

-Where are you from?
-Down the river, in a valley.

People called Walter, do you know them?

-I'm from upstream myself.
-Oh, there are four of us staying there.

I'm trying to find Mrs Walter's son
so we can move on.

He's called Tom.
He's about 25, I'm told, big fellow.

Lot of big fellows.

We'll have the fire there,
away from the dogs.

We got to get rid of the meat.
Might as well eat it.

(SIGHS)

Since when did people shake hands?

Sorry. I forgot,
it's been a long time since the Death.

Things worse than the Death.

-Well, my name is Charles Vaughan.
-Richard Fenton, for what it's worth.

Where did you get the, uh, automatic?

I liberated an army camp on the moors
just after the Death.

I've got more back at my place.
I'll trade you one.

(SCOFFS) Nothing to trade, I'm afraid.

Then I'll lend you one.

I can't see you getting the chop
after my great rescue, can I?

How can you be so certain
that I'll return it?

Anyone who offers to shake hands
is either honest or a fool.

And I don't think you're a fool.

I was very grateful to be alive.

-Where do you live?
-About 15 miles further on.

-Four of you, are there?
-Yes.

-Looking for a friend?
-Yes.

-How many times have I heard that?
-What?

People looking for a friend.

Are you sure you haven't seen him?

I meet only those I barter with.
Mind you, that's most people.

-Indian trader, selling guns.
-That and other things.

-I'll look up my notes when we get back.
-Notes?

I amuse myself writing down
the ambitions, the...

the fears, the phobias, routes taken,
routes proposed.

Really? Well,
how long have you been doing that?

Since it all started. Or ended.

But you must have the most incredible
amount of information.

(CHUCKLES) Might make
a Canterbury Tales one day.

Oh, I mean, we had records,

but what you've got
must be a record of half a nation.

Mmm, certainly a lot of people

moving north and south
from the Midlands.

Well, look, look, what I want to do is,

I want to get people to join up,
to federate,

to use whatever technology we've got.

Thank you.

So, of course, any information about
movement is vital and you've got it!

You obviously have a sense of mission.

Oh, I can't be the first person
you've met who talks like that?

Oh, no. I get regional water boarders,
clerks, little people with big ideas.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, I'm sorry.

Obviously, you don't accept it.

Here, let's make a start.

Thank you. It's not just big ideas.

-Hmm.
-It's common sense,

it's fact, it's survival.

What, it's the indomitable
spirit of mankind,

the untiring ceaseless urge
to progress, improve?

Isn't that rather old hat now?

I don't see how you can be so detached.

-It keeps me sane.
-It doesn't help people.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, come, Charles.

We're medieval now.
After all, what have we had?

The end of our society.

The reverse of 1000 years of social,
political and economic progress.

And people like you understandably
come along and talk as though

we just had an air raid.

Stiff uppers and a cup of tea
and we'll be all right.

Oh, no, no, no.

That was a terrific shot.
You saved my life.

Pure luck.

(SCOFFS)

Well, true. I'm a bad shot. Pure luck.

You rather I took a chance and hit you
rather than let you catch rabies?

Of course, you wouldn't know.
There's quite a bit in this area.

Animals probably escaped from quarantine
in Manchester and Liverpool.

You won't see anything.
The dog wasn't frothing?

Have you not come across rabies?

No.

Quite a few people live in this area.

Like the dogs, came out
from Sheffield and Manchester.

They keep sheep, mostly.
Rabies is a problem.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

How long is the incubation period?

Mmm, anything from 11 days to a year.

A dog jumped at me the other day.

Hmm, took the meat
right out of my mouth.

Impossible to believe.
Fortunately, I had my rifle with me.

Meat to a dog
is like blood to a shark.

That won't do any good.

Saliva only has to make contact
with the skin.

Rabies doesn't even need you to scratch.

If it's in the bloodstream,
it's too late.

-Why didn't you tell me?
-I thought you'd know.

I was bandaging a fellow up
the other day...

Are you a doctor?

Yes, actually, I am.

Do you know, in our community,
we went through hell without a doctor.

We had to go to London even
to bring back a medical student.

-We had to fight rats, even.
-Now you fight dogs.

And you can just sit around
and be amused?

Well, no! Sometimes I go out.

I trade some ammunition and rescue
ersatz political leaders from dogs.

-Do you have any medical supplies?
-No.

-Have you tried to get any?
-No.

-General practice?
-No.

So, you're a specialist?
What do you specialise in?

Education.

Sheffield University
of Further Education.

I'm a Doctor of Philosophy.

(DISTANT BARKING)

(GROWLING)

(GUNSHOTS FIRING)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

Cannons to the front, cannons behind.
We'd better get cracking.

Burn these dogs.

If they've got rabies,
they're as dangerous dead as alive.

-What are the chances?
-Well, they didn't show any signs.

Look, if you're not so keen
on cooperating, what... I mean...

-What keeps me going?
-Yes!

What kept me going before.
The human predicament.

How people survive,
especially without automatic rifles.

Think of all the great reformers,

missionaries, saints, martyrs,

politicians, generals,
the pride and ego.

CHARLES: All useless?

FENTON: Well, wasn't it?
Look what survived.

The fish in that river, even the dogs.
It's man's pride that's fallen.

And I just want to organise
society because of my pride?

(LAUGHING) You don't understand,
it's mankind!

Been in the wrong boat for 2,000 years,
chasing myths.

Progress? What progress?

-You are a nihilist.
-No, no, a realist.

We live in the ruins of our
created world and I'm a nihilist?

Well, if it's all so hopeless,
why don't you just kill yourself?

Because I want to see what happens.

(CHUCKLES) What, like God?

Sitting back and watching
to see how we cope?

I'd have thought if there's a God,
then he's wrought his Armageddon.

And we're all just going to die out.

Aye, I see to you,
it's just a challenge.

A gauntlet to be run. A test.

Well, I don't like watching.
I prefer action.

(LAUGHING) Charles Vaughan.
Survivor. Survival pack,

two silver dollars, a pair of nylons,
chewing gum and prophylactics.

Perhaps.

But I have a memory
of a more comfortable world.

I leave you to yours. Thanks.

Charles!

Are you afraid?

-No, I'm angry.
-What about your automatic?

I met a fellow like you,
arguing about restoration,

he'd been up in a balloon to do it.

A balloon? When was this?
What was his name?

A fanatic. He even tried to tell me
he'd been to Norway.

Greg Preston! When was this?

-You mean he had been to Norway?
-Yes!

What did he say? What was he doing?

Well, he...
He said he was looking for coal.

-Coal?
-Open cast mining.

I told him there were
two or three in the area.

Could he still be here?

-I am now useful to the race?
-Oh, yes.

We get to your place before tonight?

No, you'll have to join me
at my halfway house.

I'm quite enjoying our discussion.
Come on!

(CLEARING THROAT)

I have the last Times ever printed.
Inflation reaches 28%.

Oh!

Shall I tell you what will happen?
Typhoid, cholera, more plague.

Possibly the product
of antibiotic drugs and food.

Even fewer will survive
than in feudal times.

Child mortality will exceed
child survival.

Eliot was right, we'll end
not with a bang but with a whimper.

Mmm-mmm, I don't accept that.

I know. And I envy you.

Is that why you don't care
about using up matches?

Not yet. I'm bent on using up matches.

I'm selling my rifle as an ammunition
for bread and cheese.

When I can't buy food any longer,
then I'll accept the inevitable.

I wish I'd never met you.
Talk like that.

Undermines, eats away.

And you will be the same
when the time comes.

All it means is
you'll last longer than me,

fight longer and harder to survive,

but there'll be the point
when you'll lie down.

(FENTON PANTING AND GROANING)

(GROANING CONTINUES)

Caught a fever or something.
Don't come too near.

I'll sweat it out.

Here. Here, I got you a drink of water.

No! I don't want...

No! No!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING LOUDLY)

(DOOR OPENING)

CHARLES: I've got your horse ready.

If we don't leave now,
we won't be there before dark.

Or you can tell me where you live.
I'll go and get help.

Fear of water...

(MOANING)

-Just tell me...
-Oh, God help me.

God help me, God help me,
God help me, God help me.

...where you live.

(MUMBLING) What does it mean?

(SOBBING) Fear of water.

-Can you get to your horse?
-God, God help me.

-Look, if you can get to your horse...
-God help me, please.

I'll...

(MUMBLING) Please! Please!

Go outside. Get me my rifle.

End sooner than I expected,
Charles, might as well.

Get me my rifle, please.

Dog touched me on the face. Too late.

I've got rabies!

(EXHALES)

(DOOR OPENING)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CHARLES GRUNTING)

(FENTON MUMBLING)

Now, you listen, listen to me.

I've got to get help for you.
First, I must know where you live.

Can't you hear me, Richard?

I must get to your notes.

Now, listen, hang on.

I'm going to get help.

(MOANING)

(THUDDING)

Uh, good morning.

My name is Charles Vaughan.

I've got a friend who's sick
about a mile up the valley.

-What's he sick of?
-I don't know.

Is there anywhere around here
where I can get some drugs,

anyone with nursing experience?

Not interested.

-He might die!
-Nothing new.

(MAN HAMMERING)

He's got lots of rifles and ammunition.

-Where?
-Where he lives.

If you can help me get him there,
you can take what you like.

What kind of rifles?

Automatic, latest, lethal stuff.

-What's his name?
-Fenton. Richard Fenton.

Why didn't you say?

-Why, is he important?
-No, he's a friend.

Around here,
get your own and nobody else's.

That's the way we go.

-Do you know where he lives?
-Aye.

Will you help me get him there?

Not for his rifles.

I'm not interested in his rifles.

He's got some information
about a friend.

We'll see, won't we?

(GRUNTING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(PANTING) You maniac, it's rabies!

Get some water.

(SCREAMING)

The river!

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Oh, it's safe here.
He won't come near water.

We've got to get those guns.

Fill that.

I'll keep him off.
You go get the horses.

(LAUGHING)

Water! The water!

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

The lot!

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(SIGHS)

SANDERS: Did you touch him?

You tied him up.

Your coat's ripped.

Barbed wire.

Take it off.

Go on.

Let's see your arm.

Turn it round, other side.

How'd you get that?

-Dog bit me, it wasn't rabid.
-SANDERS: When?

-Months ago.
-Same dog that bit him?

-He wasn't bitten.
-How, then?

Dog stole some meat from him.

-How long have you been with him?
-Only met him today.

And you tied him up today?

-CHARLES: I wore gloves!
-Why?

To be careful.

SANDERS: You said
you didn't know what he'd got.

I didn't!

If you die,

you'll be eaten by dogs.

Now, they go for our sheep and us.

You're a time bomb, I'm sorry.

Turn round.

You'll feel nothing.

You don't want to end up
like him, do you? Turn around.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING) Jolt! Jolt!

Hyah! Go on!

(GROANS)

(CHARLES EXCLAIMING)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

(EXCLAIMS)

SANDERS: Hold on, now.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

SANDERS: Did you hit him?
JIM: I think so.

SANDERS: Well, if he's bleeding,
the dogs will get him.

Then we've got another big outbreak.

JIM: We'll just have to nail him first.

(BOTH PANTING)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

Hey!

Ah! I... I got thrown from my horse.
About a mile back.

Oh, aye?

(CHUCKLES) Haven't seen
one of these for ages.

How do you manage
with punctures and things?

You find it difficult
getting hold of glue and stuff?

No, not really.

-I used to race these.
-Oh, aye?

Yes, I...
I finished up with a titanium bike.

Very expensive.

(SNIFFS) Hmm. Well...

Hey!

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

(PANTING)

(CLOSING DOOR)

(SIGHS)

Hello. I'm looking for a friend.

His name is Richard Fenton.

Lives round here.

Do you know where?

Mr Fenton?

(GRUNTS)

PHIL: Or did he double back?

SANDERS: He couldn't have.

JIM: Well, I just went up there.

Well, you keep a watch on the ridge

and I'll keep a watch this side.
He can't have got far.

He's not down here, any road.

I mean, he could have cut across top.

PHIL: I still say he doubled back.

SANDERS: He wouldn't double back.

JIM: What about Dick Fenton's place?
The rifles, let's have a look.

SANDERS: Well, he wouldn't come here,
he'd know we'd be onto him.

He's not here.

We'll pick the riffles up
on the way back.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(EXHALES)

"To Norway.

"To Norway.

"To Norway, oh the fame,

"the messianic dreamer,

"he must bring us Him.

"Today,

-"Gregory..."
-FENTON: Today, Gregory, an idiot,

another missionary,

rushing headlong
through the centuries, backwards,

he has seen coal
and all will be revealed,

I tell him to go three miles east.

Some open cast mining,
he goes cheerfully,

so ordinary and sober,
he is most perfect in his madness.

(DOGS BARKING)

(GROWLING)

(GUN FIRES)

(DOGS BARKING)

SANDERS: Nobody's seen him?

PHIL: Nobody's seen him down this way.

He could be hiding out.
Could've fallen somewhere, anywhere.

Well, just in case,

Phil, you go round the back,
Jim, take the front and I'll go right.

And watch out,
he might have got those rifles.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING) Bad doggie! Bad doggie!

What you doing here?

I don't know.

-Don't come. Stay. Stay.
-I...

Stay! Stay!

Naughty dog.

You've been fighting, eh? Bloody?
Naughty dog! Naughty dog!

Stay!

(SHUDDERING) No! Tell Ellen, tell Ellen.

(GROANS)

(CHARLES EXHALES)

(COW MOOING)

Eat it.

(METAL CLANKS)

Eat it.

(GRUNTS)

No fever?

-Where am I?
-My barn.

Lucky Ron found you.

Sanders and his lot
would shoot you out of hand.

You can't blame them.

Precautions.

They wouldn't do that
because they're frightened.

You have to live with it some time
to know what to do.

Where did it bite you?

-No...
-Come on.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

-ELLEN: Through that?
-Hmm.

Was it frothing, shaking foam?

No, no.

Face is the worst place.

Let me see your arm.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS) It's hardly broken the skin.

The teeth would be dry
biting through all that cloth.

-You were wearing the coat?
-Oh, yes.

Was there any foam on your coat?

Not like Fenton. He got rabies.

Yes, I know.

The saliva, what colour?

No, the dog wasn't frothing.

I think your chances are very good.

How did you come to know so much
about rabies?

I was a farmer's wife in Kenya.

I've seen a man die
from a jackal bite on his face.

Face is the worst place.

The lower down the bite,
the better the chance of recovery.

(SIGHING)

Oh.

(EXHALES) Oh!

(CHUCKLES)

You can stay here a few days.

Can you ride a horse?

Better than walking.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, good.

(HORSES GALLOPING)

Ron?

Get under the sacks, quickly.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(WHISPERS) Stay there, keep quiet.

All right.

Haven't you found him yet?

Heard he was coming this way.

You haven't seen him, have you, Ron?

(LAUGHING)

I'd try down by the quarry,
or the caves.

You watch out for him,
a man with a bad leg and bad arm.

He's got a bad disease. Kill you.

(URGING HORSE)

(GRUNTING)

That way.

I'll be back, I promise.

Yes.

Now, go.

Ellen!

Come on. Come on.

Phil, it's all right,
he hasn't got it. He...

(LAUGHING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Come on, now!

Hyah! Come on!

(GROANING) Oh!

(PANTING)

(HISSING)

(HORN BLARING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Goodbye, Alfreda, and thank you.

Good luck.

Ah!

The first time a railway company
has waited all day for one passenger.

(LAUGHS) I'll write to head office
and thank them.

You still going south?

Aye. Just 24 miles, though.
That's what we've got of line.

-Well, it's nice to see it back.
-Aye.

Look, then you get on to the main lines,

get all the preserved steamers going,
start a national network.

Oh, big job, that.

Funny you should say that though,
isn't it, Terry?

-You what?
-That chap said the same,

didn't he, get a national network going?

Aye. Aye, he did.

-"Steam for survival", he said.
-What was his name?

Um...
What was his name, Terry, that chap?

-Greg somebody.
-Aye.

-DRIVER: Tall? Fair?
-Aye, aye.

-DRIVER: Bit posh, like?
-Hmm.

DRIVER: Come on, we'll give you a hand.

Ah, thank you.

Did he say where he was going?

-Who, that chap?
-Aye.

No, he didn't.
But he said he'd be coming back.

-Did he say when?
-No.

-Friend of yours?
-Yes, yes, he is.

Bad fall from a horse. Worst I've seen!

Steam saved me,

steam for survival.

May I?

Oh, be my guest.

(HORN BLARING)

(LAUGHING)

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