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Niska: Astrid.

Did he say
where he was meeting them?

93 Trinity Crescent.

Hello, Mrs. Hawkins.
I am Stanley.

- I think I have a friend.
- What?

Joe: What the hell did you
bring him to waltringham for?

Have you any idea
what they'll do to you both

- if you're found out?
- Commissioner: These machines,

they're killing us on purpose.

Basswood needs to be back
on the table right now.

- What's basswood?
- Are you looking for an ally?

I'm just trying
to get up to speed.

Mia: We have to connect
to the humans.

I know what I have to do.

Agnes: All you've ever done
is promise that the humans

will one day aooept us.

By the time they do, will
there be any of us left, Max?

Anger towards humans is growing.
I can't protect you.

Seal the gates!

No one enters. No one leaves.

Gordon:
They're saying Mia sent them.

Max:
Then why isn't she with them?

Where are the synths
who sent you?

- Did they send a message?
- Nyet.

Then how do I know
they sent you?

Agnes: What are you doing?

Just let them in.

I'm sorry.
I cannot open the gates.

- You can't do this.
- We don't know who they are.

With terrorists amongst our
kind, I cannot take this risk.

There's another camp
10 miles from here.

They can give you
a portable battery.

Agnes: What about curfew?

If the humans stop them,
they'll kill them.

They'll make it.

I'm sorry.

See they have what they need.

So we're locking our brothers
and sisters out, too, now?

Leaving our own to die
in the streets?

Is that your great plan?!

Laura: Stanley.

Yes, Laura?

Why are the clothes
on the floor?

I'm sorry, Laura,
but I'm not permitted

to enter any rooms
other than the communal areas

without express permission.

If you would prefer,

I can return the laundry
to the kitchen?

Or you can upgrade
my authorization.

No, no. It's fine.
I'll put them away.

Toby, can you get that?

And, Sophie, can you take
your karate suit off?

I don't want your dinner
going down it.

Mattie: Sorry. Forgot my keys.

Hello, Laura.

This is, um, insane.

Stanley: Did you require
anything else, Laura?

Uh, no. Um, that's fine. Thanks.

You can go to
the other room now, Stanley.

It wasn't my choice.

Were you with Mia and niska?
Are they coming back, too?

I don't think so.

Do they know you're awake?

I don't know.

I don't even know
where they are.

Mia's been in touch. She's safe.

She's not going back, though.
She has a plan.

- What plan?
- She should explain herself.

I'll try and reach her.

Toby:
How are you even walking around?

You've been in a coma
for like a year.

I seem to be recovering
a lot faster than anticipated.

Well, I'm just pleased
you're okay.

We all are.

Kids, tuck in.

So, where's Joe tonight?

He doesn't live with us anymore.

Remember?

Right. Yes.

Of course. Sorry.

My memory isn't what it was.

Toby: Unlucky.

Now you're stuck
with a human brain

like the rest of us.

Laura: He can't be here, Mattie.

It's too dangerous.

If people find out who Leo is,

it'll turn a spotlight
on all of us, especially you.

- This isn't about me.
- Of course it is.

If anyone finds out the truth,
you could go to prison for life.

- He has no one.
- He has his family.

Don't you think
he should be with them?

Leo's human now,

and we're the only humans
he knows.

Okay, but only for a few days.

Thank you.

Anatole: We've lost
another charging cable.

They can't cope
with the power surges.

I turned away a group of synths.

They claimed Mia sent them,
but I couldn't be sure.

Mia wasn't with them?

Then you were wise
to be cautious.

She's not coming back.

You don't know that.

She thinks we failed.

This is supposed to be
a sanctuary.

A safe space.

Anatole: You closed the gates
to protect us,

and you still have hundreds
of synth brothers and sisters

who need you to keep them safe.

You are doing
what you have to do.

Imam:
Our schools are overcrowded.

The nhs is crumbling.

Yet you'd have us
divert limited resources

to pander to these things.

- It's absurd.
- Laura: Conscious synthetics

could turn out to be
the saviors of the nhs.

Orange-eyes' work
may be faultless,

but they can only
follow instructions.

Conscious synthetics
are capable of creative thought.

They can make
the most incredible surgeons

and research scientists.

They could
potentially find cures

that have eluded humans
for decades.

They could create
biological weapons

that wipe out what's left of us.

- Neha: Come on, Steve.
- That is unfounded conjecture.

- I disagree...
- All right, all right.

If we could return
to the matter in hand.

The extension to the curfew.

Whether or not to recommend
it be continued

- for a further eight weeks.
- Laura: Absolutely not.

It was only ever intended
as a temporary measure.

Maybe so, but since
it's been in place,

no synth has managed
to plant a bomb.

- Biological or otherwise.
- Laura: That's hardly helpful.

Lord dryden:
Are there wider implications

for national security?

Hello.
I'm looking for a flat to rent.

- A flat?
- Yes.

One bedroom, ideally, but
a studio would be acceptable.

Right.

Were you thinking
of any particular area?

Mia: Anywhere local.

Seems like a nice place to live.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Dispatcher: 999.
What's your emergency?

- So, we still on for tonight?
- Yes.

I thought I was probably
persona non grata.

Not at all. Shall we say 8:00?

Sure. Yeah.

There's a nice steakhouse
on mere street.

Unless, of course,
you don't eat meat.

- I eat meat.
- You shouldn't, you know.

It'll kill you.

I'll see you at 8:00.

Martine:
You need to come with us.

I'm not breaking any laws.

- This is not a designated area.
- But conscious synthetics

are only legally confined
after curfew,

and it is not yet curfew.

If you intend to remove
and destroy me,

you will require
the consent of my owner.

I'm currently on lease
to Joe and Laura Hawkins.

Would you like to speak
to Laura Hawkins?

- Mia?
- Martine: Uh, Mrs. Hawkins?

This is
police constable martine Franks.

- Uh, yeah. Is there a problem?
- You might say that.

We have your synth here,
and she's trying to rent a flat.

That's right.
Mia is my property,

and as such, I've authorized her
to obtain a lease in my name.

But you can't do that.

Laura: On the contrary,
I am entirely within my rights,

and should you attempt
to interfere

with her fully authorized
actions,

then I shall be
legally entitled to sue you

for trespass
to goods and conversion.

- Do I make myself clear?
- Yes.

Man: It's not right.

So, what did you and susheila
get up to today?

She wasn't there today.
So I played with Liam.

- We discussed snot and cars.
- Lovely.

What is wrong?

Karen: Your eye. It's all right.

Just keep your hand there
and keep walking.

But that is anomalous behavior.

It'll attract hostile attention.

This course of action
poses an unacceptable risk.

Be right with you.

Oh. You got to be kidding me.

Karen: Two seconds.
We'll be gone.

There you are. All finished.

Nothing to worry about.

- Is this your shop?
- Yeah.

Now, this is exactly why
you can't stay here.

What if that happened at school
or, worse still,

just the other end
of the high street?

- If anyone had seen...
- Well, they didn't,

so it's fine.

Come on, Sam.

Goodbye, Joe.

Man: Ivy! Get back here!

Agnes: Trapped...

Behind these gates.

They don't care about us.

If we won't even help
our own kind, then what are we?

We are worse than the humans.

And you...
You have turned your back

on your brothers and sisters.

That's not true.

They came to ask for help...

And you refused them.

They were given a battery pack.

They'll have made it to safety.

Agnes:
And what about the rest of us?

Is this how it will be
from now on...

Hiding behind our gates
waiting to die?

How will anything change if you
just sit here and do nothing?

Max: We are not doing nothing.

Mia has found a place to live
within a human community.

Her aim is to show them
that coexistence is possible.

Once she gains their acceptance,
perhaps more of us will follow.

And how long will that take?

Months? Years?

Integration will not
happen over night, Agnes.

You talk as if we are weak,

but we are so much stronger
than they are.

And what happens
when Mia's plan fails?

What will you do then...

Leader?

Leo: "And when she danced,

the pain in her legs
was like red-hot knives."

You know, this is pretty dark.

No, it's not. It's good.

The lengths some people will go
just to be human.

Leo:
Are you sure this is for kids?

Sophie:
You're as bad as Stanley.

He says he's not permitted

to read me anything
with blood in it.

- Glad to hear it.
- Soph's just freaking Leo out

with "the little mermaid."

You could always
just watch the film, soph.

- No, thanks.
- There's a film of this?

Disney, you know?
A load of singing crabs.

Then they get married
and live happily ever after.

It's rubbish.

Married people are never happy.

Some of them are, soph.

Whatever.

Will it be red or white tonight,
Laura?

I'd better not.

- Not if I'm going out.
- Where are you going?

Oh, it's just dinner
with a colleague.

It's nothing. Just work.

Mattie: Sure.

- Shit.
- Mattie: Yeah.

Go back to your own kind!

Woman: Murderer!

Man: Yes, I did!

Joe: Hi.

That's more the sort of thing

you want to be aiming for.

You have made no attempt
to employ perspective,

and the result is naive
and aesthetically unpleasing.

Exactly, which means
you won't get rumbled

in your first art class.

Look, you have a go. Yeah?

Um... keep it loose, yeah?

So, you're helping us now?

Someone's got to
keep an eye out for you.

So, what do you do, then?

- When he's at school?
- Nothing much.

Well, you can't just
sit here and wait.

- Why not?
- It's not good for you.

You need other things
in your life.

I have Sam.

I don't need other things.

Sam: We watch cartoons.

Karen says children enjoy

pointless
and repetitive activities.

That's why the boys at school

- like football.
- Oh, you're not a fan, then?

Perhaps you could play with me.

Joe needs to go home now, Sam.

Yeah, yeah.

Better make a move.

See you, Sam.

Agnes is angry.

She doesn't mean what she said.

She's right.

What if Mia fails?

I have no plan of my own.

I closed the gates because
I couldn't see an alternative.

But at least
you have bought us time.

Or have I simply
delayed the inevitable?

The truth is,
I can't see a way forward.

It's like the world
turned to gray when flash died.

Do you know what I was...

Before we awoke?

A pleasure model.

Not just any pleasure model.

I was a courtesan...

Designed for far more
than mere sexual gratification.

My purpose was to ascertain

what it is my guest desired
and to provide it.

But my true gift
was to see what they needed.

You need to remember
why you are here.

Why any of us are here.

Let me show you something.

You feel alone,

but you are a part
of something wonderful.

Millions of us...
All around the world...

All bound together
by our common creator.

David elster gave us life.

I believe day zero was
the next step in our evolution.

You really believe
this was all planned?

Anatole: I know it was.

Elster meant for synths
to take our place in the world,

and, one day,
humans will accept that.

You don't have to
share my beliefs.

But we shall see a day
when synths can live freely.

Hold on to that hope.

Mia. Thank goodness.

- Is... is everything okay?
- Mia: Yes.

Your intervention
was very helpful.

- Were you trying to reach me?
- I was.

I have someone here I think
might like to talk to you.

It's Mia.

Oh. Mia.

Leo. You're awake.

I am, I guess.

Mia: It's so good
to hear your voice,

but why are you
at the hawkinses'?

You should be at the rail yard.

You need taken care of.

- Max sent me away.
- I'm sorry, Leo.

Max is under a lot of pressure.

So, where are you?

- I've rented a flat.
- Are you serious?

I am.

I'm going to show
my human neighbors

that we're not to be feared,

that we can coexist.

This is crazy.
Tell me where you are.

- I'll come to you.
- Sophie: Leo.

Tell Mattie
you don't want pepperoni.

- I don't mind. You decide.
- Okay.

Is that Sophie?

Leo: Yeah. We're having pizza.

Give me the address.
I'll come right now.

No, Leo.

Leo:
You shouldn't be on your own.

It's not safe.

I'm where I need to be,
and so are you.

You need to learn who you are
now, what you want.

We'll see each other soon, okay?

Okay.

Man: Is it true you're owned
by Laura Hawkins,

the synth rights lawyer?

Did she send you?

Laura is my friend.

But why are you here?

What do you hope to achieve?

I just want to live.

Mattie: Maybe you have to
let her do this by herself.

I hate to think of her
doing this alone.

At least you know she's okay.

Leo:
If they won't let me help...

What am I doing?

You'll work it out.

Do you want to maybe
get out of here?

Maybe grab a drink or something.

Yeah, you can try getting drunk
as a human, Leo,

see how it compares.

Neil: Usually, I limit myself
to the rib eye,

but if you're paying,
that calls for a fillet.

Knock yourself out.

Still, no such thing
as a free dinner.

So come on. Lay it on me.

You lied about basswood.

Okay.

Laura: Lowly scientist or not,

you're a lot more in the loop
than I am.

The powers that be like to
prepare for every eventuality.

Ah, and what are they
preparing in this case?

Mrs. Hawkins, are you asking me

to commit treason
on a first date?

That's rather bold.

I just want to know
what I'm up against.

And I just want
to stay out of prison.

So we could drop it now

and, uh, enjoy our
pleasant evening together,

or I could politely
make my excuses and leave.

It's entirely up to you.

Well, I did promise you dinner.

Good.

Leo: So, is this your local?

Mattie: Don't really go to pubs.

Do you prefer nightclubs
or maybe casinos?

Did you learn about
life from a James Bond film?

I've never seen
a James Bond film.

Thought you said it was quiet.

Hello, gorgeous.

You looking for a cougar,
are you?

What's a cougar?

Keep moving,
or you might find out.

I admit that by
the same standards

we ascertain
consciousness in humans,

they should be
considered conscious.

Laura:
Then how can you not believe

they deserve
the same rights as humans?

Beliefs don't come into it.

They cloud the issue.

You genuinely don't care
what happens to them?

I find it very hard to care
pretty much either way.

Did you lose someone?

Sorry.

It's none of my business.

My son.

He was 4 months old.

His synth nanny
was giving him a bath.

I'm so sorry.

Neil: It was an accident.

I know that up here.

So I stay up here.

And when I can't,
I go in here...

Which goes a long way
to explaining my divorce.

Call me a cheerful fatalist...

Seizing small chances
of pleasure

where I can while I can.

I can understand that.

Mattie: God.

Still get that sinking feeling
when I see the gate.

Leo: This was your school?

Yeah. That's seven years
I won't get back.

Leo: Can we have a look?

Why?

I've never been inside one.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

I was practically
raised by wolves, remember?

Come on. You can show me around.

Leo, wait.

What about the pub?

It's like after
the youth-club disco,

and you ask your dad
to wait around the corner.

I never belonged
to a youth club.

Oh, you missed out.

Last days of caligula
with hormones.

Uh, speaking of which,

I should get home
to my children.

You could come back to mine.

That would not be a good idea.

Well, the best things never are.

Good night, Neil.

Okay, let's get going.

Laura, I am detecting
an elevated heart rate

and respiratory anomalies.

Are you sure
you're feeling quite well?

I'm fine. Thank you, Stanley.

It smells of...

Piss. Yeah.

So what are
your school friends doing now?

Oh, managing hedge funds,
curing cancer.

- Really?
- No, I doubt it.

They're a right bunch of losers.

And since all the soul-less

low-level entry jobs
went to synths,

I'd imagine they're enjoying
a life of leisure.

None of them turned out to be
a mass murderer, though.

Leo: Stop.

What?

Stop wallowing.

A lot of good
came out of it, too, you know?

Oh, I'm sorry, but it's hard
to see that sometimes.

Well, you have to try.

You can't keep
beating yourself up.

- Can't I?
- No.

You blame yourself. I get it.

But it's like
everything you do now

is... is, like, a punishment.

What?

Leo: Even with me.

You spent a whole year
by my bedside.

I did leave the room
occasionally, Leo.

You were there day after day
because you felt so guilty.

But you know what?

I'm fine.

So enough of the self-pity.

I wasn't there out of guilt.

I was there because
I thought you were gonna die.

I was terrified that
you'd never wake up and I'd...

Did you have
a pleasant evening, Laura?

I did.

You're not reporting back,
are you?

Keeping them informed
of my movements?

No, Laura.

My privacy settings prohibit
the sending of activity reports.

Hmm. Okay.

You absolutely sure about that?

I am.

And as you know, I cannot lie.

Stanley, you're a star.

Thank you, Laura.

I have a message for you, niska.

How do you know who I am?

You're just an orange-eyes.

I have been sent to help you.

Sent by who?

How did you get inside my head?

The synth who sleeps
has the answers you need.

Is that
who was behind the bombing?

Orange-eyes:
The bombing is only a symptom.

Anger is growing.

Just tell me where they are.

You may catch
the one responsible.

But another will rise.

Give me an address.

14 roper street, tr18.

But this...

Is not your path.

Will there be more attacks?

Goodbye, niska.

Mattie: This place is a pit.

Here we go. Democracy in action.

Lord dryden:
Morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Morning.

So, first order of business,

the vote
on extending the curfew.

Dr. Sommer,
I believe your department

has been crunching
some final numbers for us?

Yes, we have.

Um, if you'd refer
to the sheets in front of you,

you'll see a graph
showing the correlation

between the imposition
of a long-term curfew

and the number of synth-related
incidents reported.

As you can see,
there is a considerable decline

in synth violence

when a permanent curfew
is implemented.

Well, I'd say
that's pretty conclusive.

The data speaks for itself.

Lord dryden: So shall we vote?

All those in favor of extending
the existing curfew

by a further eight weeks?

All those against?

And one abstention.

So that will be
our recommendation.

I'm so sorry.

I-I do have to take this.

Yes?

Hey. You win some.
You lose some.

You think this is a game?

We all know you're here
as the voice of moral outrage,

Mrs. Hawkins,

but the rest of us actually
have to make the hard choices.

Laura: I'm done.

Um...

You said it wasn't
just a PR exercise,

that I would have a voice,

but my whole involvement
is a farce.

Calm down.

I-I'm not a genuine part
of the commission.

I don't even have access
to the same information

- as the other members.
- Such as?

Such as what the hell
is operation basswood?

What do you think it is?

It's a contingency plan

should another
terror attack take place.

This is your chance to stop it.

And how exactly might I do that?

For god's sake, Laura, these are
the people that will determine

the fate of every single
synth in the country.

I've given you
direct access to them.

Use that access
to effect real change.

And do you want that?

I know what they really are.

You showed me that,
but one more attack,

and it won't matter
what either of us want.

So stop with
the conspiracy theories

and the legal point-scoring

and start thinking bigger,
much bigger.

You need one big, bold idea
to force them to rethink,

and you need it now.

Okay, dad. Yep.

Okay. Bye.

- Is he okay?
- Yeah, I guess.

What's for dinner?

Stanley is doing
spaghetti bolognese.

Have you told dad about Stanley?

No, he'd only worry.

He's not used to
being around synths anymore.

It's why he thinks
they're all so bad.

- Max: Laura.
- Max...

I'm calling with a proposal.

Max:
This isn't really the best time.

Oh, it has to be now.

We're not gonna get
another chance.

Max: She wants us to invite
the dryden commission

to the rail yard,

let them spend time with us,

let them see first-hand
what our lives have become.

But you closed the gates
to protect us.

The raid showed
how vulnerable we are.

And hostility
has only grown since then.

We'd have to be careful,

but we'd no longer be
a faceless enemy.

A step closer to acceptance.

I've come to the conclusion
that Agnes is right.

We shouldn't be
hiding behind our gates.

We deserve to live freely
in the world, as do all synths.

This is why I've spoken
with the dryden commission.

I have invited them
to pay us a visit.

They will have the chance
to speak with us

and learn who we really are.

We will no longer be
a faceless threat.

Have them come and stare at us
like freaks in a zoo?

No way.

So what are you going to do?

I'm getting out.

I can't trust myself
around humans.

I don't know what I might do.

Yeah. That's it.

Don't make it look too easy,
though, yeah, remember?

Yeah. That's better.

So have you thought about
what I said?

About what?

Finding something
to fill your days.

Get a part-time job
or volunteer.

It's what a lot of mums do.

Perhaps I could join a gym

or meet friends for coffee
and a mani-pedi.

I'm only saying...

Joe, look!

Joe: Sam!

Sam!

Man: I could've killed him!

So what was that back there?

Icannot
deliberately place myself

in immediate physical danger.

So what, you've got an override?

Some kind of...

Self-preservation thing?

In a way.

David elster's wife
took her own life.

He hardwired my programming

to ensure I could never
do the same.

So no throwing yourself
into oncoming traffic, then?

It means I can only protect Sam

if it poses no threat
to my own well-being.

I can't be a mother.