All language subtitles for The.Peripheral.S01E08.720p.AVC.AAC

LOWBEER: In our timeline Flynne Fisher no longer exists.

BEATRICE: It's fairly straightforward, gentlemen.

We advance from floor to floor,

killing or disabling everything we encounter.

- What's your biggest fear?
- The past.

If you try to double-cross me again,
I will carve you up.

We got a situation on our hands.

I need that old man alive.

Technology that's been stolen from you?

It can be a deadly weapon
in the wrong hands.

[GROANS]

[WHOOPS]

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

Hey.

[GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

I-I-I've been thinking.

Yeah?

Lying here.
[CLEARS THROAT]

About you and your sims.

How you can go back, reboot.

Wishing I could do it.

Go back to that level
with the dog again.

[CHUCKLES]
Shoot that bitch this time.

[CHUCKLES]

That's the thing about chess.

Checkmate...
and you're fucking done.

That's what makes life so hard.

No rebooting.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[PANTING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[CLEARS THROAT]
Unit 204,

requesting immediate backup
to 27 Bateville Road.

I got three parties down,

suspect at large, presumed armed.

I repeat: suspect at large and presumed armed.

DISPATCHER: Copy that, 204.

10-52.
Ambulance being dispatched. Over.

I really wouldn't worry
about it at this point.

Do the best you can, maybe get
back to it in the morning.

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

OFFICER: Deputy?

EMT's got a pulse.

For who?

[♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

OFFICER: Dispatch, shots fired
at Clanton Urgent Med. 10-52...

[RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

10-52.
Requesting backup.

[WHISPERS INAUDIBLY]

Mm-hmm.

- What is it?
- Uh, shots fired.

Clanton Urgent Med.
It's got to be our perp.

[♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CRYING SOFTLY]

Reece is dead.

I heard, on the ride over.

They said that man
killed the sheriff, too.

And the Picketts.

Corbell's still hanging on.

But he killed Sheriff Jackman?

Tommy?

Yeah, he did.

Shot him dead.

LOWBEER: If Dr. Nuland has her way,

your friend won't be the last.

I assume you'd like to stop her.

Yeah, of course.

I'd like to propose an alliance.

I have resources that
could prove quite empowering

to you in your world.

And it appears you have
the capacity to act in mine

in ways that might be beyond me,

considering the factors at play here,

which I've only just become cognizant of.

What do you mean?

You have much more than
Cherise Nuland to deal with,

as daunting as the good doctor undoubtedly is.

Your world is on a threshold
of its own Jackpot.

I believe, in my own way,

I can help you navigate
the coming storm.

If we're coming towards an agreement,

now might be the ideal moment
for you to issue

any ultimatums
or demands you might have.

My mama.

She's blind again and sick.

I need you to heal her,

like you promised you'd do at
the start of this whole thing.

Ma'am?

She's consulting the Aunties.

I'm very sorry.

It appears Mr. Zubov's technicals have

already attempted everything possible.

What, so you can't... help her?

I'm afraid not.

The Aunties' best estimate is,
your mother has

another 554 hours to live.

Approximately 23 days.

- [WARBLING]
- [SIGHS]

I'll go talk to her.

Please do.

[FLYNNE CRYING SOFTLY]

Flynne.

They promised us, Burton.

They promised us.

[CRYING]

ELLA: I know you're sad, Flynne, but...

I had a strange feeling

when I first found out about the glioma,

concerning you.

I was lying there in that exam room,

just kind of letting it wash over me.

And I found myself thinking,
"Well, maybe it's not all bad.

Maybe Flynne will really get
to live her life now."

I've been living my life exactly
as I want to, Mama, okay?

I wouldn't have chosen any otherwise.

I know, and don't think
I don't love you for it.

You've been keeping us
all afloat for a long time now,

but you deserve more.

I thought...

"Maybe they can sell the house,
if they want.

There'll be some money there."

"Burton will go on being Burton,
for better for worse, but..."

"...who knows what Flynne might get up to?"

And it made me sort of excited
to think on it.

You having the chance
to become whatever you want.

[♪♪♪]

Where are you off to?

I think your pills are kicking in, Mama.

I was just gonna let you rest.

Your father used to call you
our little acorn

when you were a baby.

[CHUCKLES]
Why?

Because even though
you were just a tiny thing,

he could sense the power
and strength inside you,

waiting for its chance to grow.

Just like a big old oak tree.

I miss him, Mama.

Me, too.

Promise me, Flynne.

You'll let that power grow.

[♪♪♪]

[WARBLING]

Maria Anathema Ash.

Intriguing résumé.

How on earth did you end up
in Lev Zubov's employ?

It's a complicated story,

and not particularly relevant

- to what's prompted me to reach out to you.
- Which is?

The data Aelita West stole,

I know where it is and how to get it.

It's in Flynne Fisher's brain.

Lev Zubov knows this,

so the Klept will soon have
everything Aelita stole.

I don't want to live
in that world, Doctor.

Okay, well, Inspector Lowbeer...

Clearly has her own agenda.

I don't know what it is,

but you can't depend on her to fix it.

You have to stop him.

Can you?

[SHARP INHALE]
I can.

But it will require a drastic step.

More drastic than
I had hoped would be necessary

and come at an unspeakable cost.

How much time do I have?

Very little.

I suppose
you'll be expecting a reward

for bearing me these ill tidings?

I want you to kill him.

Who?

Zubov.

May I ask why?

[GASPS, GROANS]

A breach of etiquette.

Well, it's not so easy,
what you ask,

given his Klept status.

Unless...

...you'd be willing to use your presence

in Mr. Zubov's household
to assist in the endeavor?

I would, with pleasure.

Excellent.
I'll be in touch.

Your drastic step...

What is it?

I'm afraid I will be forced
to alter conditions

in the stub in a manner that will destroy

or invalidate decades' worth of studies,

vitally important research.

But I will cut off a limb
to save the whole body.

I don't understand.

The Jackpot.

I'll push it to the next level,

thus removing the girl
from the equation altogether.

Along with her home, town, family,

the whole benighted region.

[♪♪♪]

[QUIET CHATTER]

[WARBLING]

[TAKES DEEP BREATH]

Welcome back.

How's your mother?

Dying.

Which I guess you suspected
all along, huh?

I'm sorry, Flynne.

I presented a possibility as a certainty

to get you to do our bidding.

It was wrong.

You think we can still find your sister?

She's dead.

I can't see any way around it.

Wilf.

I'm sorry, Wilf.

I keep feeling like
I'm missing something obvious,

that I'm just too close to see it.

Aelita told me I had a home
when I was young.

She said I used to talk about it.

A lawn sloping down to a pond.

But my first memories are
of the transit camp.

The food queues.

Rain falling on the blue tarp.

A woman's face...

...who I've always chosen
to believe was my mother.

Though it's likely that's just fantasy.

What about your father?

WILF: They took all the men early on.

I have no memories
of the raids on the camps,

but Aelita told me
how they burned us out.

She took charge of me.

I would have died without her.

Where'd you go after that?

The streets, the ruins.

For almost three years.

And then?

I did something stupid.

Wolf!
Wolf!

- WILF: We were captured.
- [AELITA SCREAMS]

Cleaned up.

Aelita fought
to keep us together.

She always pined for that life, though.

"When we were free,"
she would say.

So we ran off a few years
after we were adopted.

Aelita planned it.

Squirreled away supplies,
mapped our route back.

We lasted for eight months or so
in our own little kingdom.

We even made a flag for it.

The hand missing a thumb.

Why?

Aelita used to say we'd
all lived in a paradise once.

Before we evolved into what we are.

- Hmm.
- She claimed

every sin of ours originated
with the opposable thumb.

The ability to grip...

...tools, weapons, throats.

What happened after the eight months?

I fell sick.

I would have died.

Aelita brought me back in.

She gave up everything,
once again, to save me.

She really loved you, Wilf.

Inspector Lowbeer's asked me
to have a word...

...about her proposal.

But I'm afraid I'm not
quite certain what to say,

because one must always assume
she can hear us,

should she choose.

Is there something you want to tell me?

You feel like you can't?

I wouldn't put it quite that pointedly.

It's more of a shading
than a specific thing.

Well, why don't we link up again?

Why?

I can ask you questions.

You don't have to say anything.

I can just, I don't know,

draw my own conclusions
by the way that you feel.

[WARBLING]

How do you feel about Lowbeer?

LOWBEER: I'd like to propose an alliance.

Lev?

LEV: You will never be fully yourself

until you embrace that part of your soul.

Aelita?

AELITA: The individual you know, his overture--

or whatever you want to call it--

it's gonna make me happy, is it?

Flynne Fisher?

[♪♪♪]

Wilf Netherton?

You're all rainbows and unicorns, Ms. Fisher.

[♪♪♪]

Wait.

Where was it?

What?

The hand with no thumb,
your secret place.

Christ.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

I'm such a fool.

[SPEAKING ENCRYPTED LANGUAGE]
Should we call Zubov?

No.

We serve a new master now.

[LIVELY CHATTER NEARBY]

- You sure this is where it is?
- But it wasn't like this.

It was forest,
trees as far as you can see.

- [LAUGHTER]
- [LIVELY CHATTER]

[WARBLING]

Wilf.

What took you so long, Wolf?

No more games, Aelita.
Where are you?

Follow me.
But not her.

No, she's the heart of this.
She's coming.

Eyes and ears, Wolf.

She shares hers with others.

Isn't that right, Ash?

She can leave of her own accord,
or I can send her myself.

Your choice.

- But...
- Go home.

I'll tell you everything.
I give you my word.

[EXHALES SOFTLY]

[WARBLING]

Look familiar?

This is where the camp was,

where we first met.

You don't remember, do you?

I was too young.

You were seven, Wolf.

It was too young for many things,

but remembering isn't one of them.

[♪♪♪]

The reason you don't remember is
'cause you're not supposed to.

Aelita.

Our implants, turns out
they're rather complex devices.

And one thing that they do
do best is suppress memory.

Everyone knows that.
They blunt trauma.

Well, do you want to know what
happened when I ripped out mine?

You lost your immunity boost,
among other things,

which I suspect you'll soon come to regret.

No, I started to remember things.

Everything.

There's bodies here,

under this beautiful green turf,

thousands and thousands of bodies.

Dig a hole, love.

Your mother's here,

and your sisters
and your little brother.

And you'd remember them
if you'd just cut yourself free.

My family, too.

All slaughtered.

Give it to him.

Are you just gonna stand there
with your hands in your pockets?

Fucking pick it up.

Do you want to know
who killed our families, Wolf?

The Klept.

Your mate Lev's father and his sort,

'cause they were running things by then.

There was contagion in the camps,

and they wiped us all out
for fear of it.

And not just here,
all over England.

It was
a little coordinated effort.

Five million people in under a fortnight.

Now, that's quite an achievement, isn't it?

Don't you think?

So, yeah, they suppress our memories

because they still fear us.

Us?

I'm gathering them.

A little army of the dispossessed.

You know, render justice.

What could you possibly plan
to accomplish with this rabble?

Shatter a few windows?

I'm sure the Klept
and the R.I. will be terrified.

- All we need are the proper tools.
- Which are?

The secrets to every wonder
that the R.I. have ever built.

Infinity in the palm of your hand.

And where would you possibly get that?

Inside the girl's head.

[MONITORS BEEPING STEADILY]

ATTICUS: That doctor give you

a probability or anything, Jasper?
You know, like,

ten percent chance of survival,
something like that?

He just said I should prepare for the worst.

Well, I'm real sorry for your loss.

You know, we all are.

But, uh, he died
like a warrior king, didn't he?

- He's not dead yet.
- You know what I mean.

He went out fighting.

And we owe it to him to carry on his legacy.

So, uh, guess I'm next in charge, right?

How you figure?

Well, I was always his number two.

- The fuck you were.
- All right, all right.

Let's say
we approach this thing like a...

uh, what do you call it?

That thing that the Romans did

when, uh,
there were three emperors?

[SHARP INHALE]
Fuck, what was it?

Uh, a, uh...

A triumvirate.

[BLOWS]
Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, but there's four of us.

[LAUGHTER]

Aw.

You can still drive for us, Jasper.

Wash our cars and shit.

Oh, absolutely, you-you do
a great job with them cars.

Now...

Let's get a fresh one of these.

Go on.

[MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY]

♪ I need your help... ♪

Oh, and, um...
put it on your uncle's tab,

if they're still honoring it.

♪ You're the only one
who can save my soul ♪

♪ Save my soul ♪

[SONG FADES]

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

[SLURRING]
Open the fucking window.

What?

Open the fuck...
[RETCHES]

[LAUGHTER]

You're gonna have to
clean that up now, Jasper.

[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[♪♪♪]

Who should I drop off first?

[SNORING]

[SNORING CONTINUES]

[DOOR ALERT BEEPING]

[BEEPING STOPS]

[SNORING]

[♪♪♪]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[PHONE BUZZING]

Jasper?

You remember that fight
we had about Monopoly?

What time is it?

It's a little after 2:00.

We were playing Flynne and
Burton and Ella on Thanksgiving.

And, uh, I was way ahead,

and I was sort of feeling bad about it,

so I kept letting people borrow money

when it seemed like
they were about to go bust.

And then,

in the end, Burton came back
from nothing to win.

Hon, are you drunk?

You got mad at me after.

You said...

I'd never amount to anything

if I didn't stop mistaking
weakness for kindness.

Oh, Jasper.
I-I didn't mean that.

Yes, you did.

No. No. I really didn't.

The whole reason I married you
is 'cause of how kind you are.

Why'd you say that, then?

I guess I just wanted you to win for once.

I felt like you deserved it.

Why are we having this conversation?

[EXHALES SHAKILY]

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

I was about to make a huge fucking mistake.

- How do you mean?
- [TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

Nothing. I love you.
I'll be home soon.

- Atticus!
- [DOOR HANDLE RATTLES]

[RAILROAD CROSSING BELL CLANGING]

Fuck!
Atticus!

[BELL CLANGING]

Atticus, wake up, man!
Atticus!

Fucking wake the fuck up.

Atticus!
Atticus!

Cash, Cash, Cash, Cash!

Atticus!

Hey.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[BELL CLANGING]

Atticus!
Atticus!

[ECHOING]
Atticus, wake up!

Wake the fuck up.
Atticus!

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

What the fuck?

Oh, fuck.

[♪♪♪]

[BIKE APPROACHING]

I heard about that train crash, Tommy.

That's not why I'm here.

Look, I know you've been
keeping secrets,

- Flynne.
- Tommy.

Ain't no need to give me a line.

I get it.

I got a, uh, phone call
from Homeland Security.

Right-wing militia chatter.

Serious enough for Homes
to sound the alarm.

Given all the weird things

that've been swirling around
you and Burton,

I need to know
if you know anything about it.

What is it?

They say they're planning
to blow up a missile silo.

And, you know, there's that new,
uh, Air Force silo

down towards Spring Creek,
the big one.

Flynne, if you know anything about this...

I don't.

[SCOFFS]

I got to go, Tommy.

[BEEPS]

[PANTING] Macon...
get the headset ready.

I got to go back.

[♪♪♪]

Ash, Ash.

Where's Wilf?

Why are you back?

That silo explosion,

the one we saw in the Jackpot museum.

Cherise is trying to
make it happen in my timeline.

I'm sure of it.

You already knew?

What the fuck have you done, Ash?

The data you and Aelita
stole from the R.I.,

it's stored in DNA.

It's the shit in my head,
isn't it?

The reason I've been having
these fucking seizures.

What is it?

The entire library, I suspect.

Enough to wreak havoc
in your world and mine.

And now Lev knows about it.

You have to understand,

if the Klept got hold of it...

I told Cherise Nuland.

I had to.

And now she's gonna vaporize
my entire fucking state

just to make sure that Lev doesn't

get his hands on the data.

My life, my family.

Everyone that I love.

It's just a fucking game to you,
isn't it?

Winner takes all.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna win.

[♪♪♪]

[WARBLING]

[GROANS]

FLYNNE: This is the real London.

At least the part they haven't rebuilt yet.

They got their work
cut out for 'em, don't they?

Why are we here?

So we can talk without being overheard.

Cherise Nuland,

she's planning on blowing up
that silo over in Spring Creek.

Wiping all of us out,
just to make sure that I'm dead.

So I came up with an idea
to open up a new stub.

You saying what I think you are?

You want to reboot?

Like in a sim?

It could save us, Conner.

But I'm gonna need your help
and Lowbeer's, too.

It's a black hole.

In a sim, you can get to a level

where no matter what you do
you end up dying,

over and over,
'cause you made some mistake

earlier in the game
without even realizing it.

You're trapped.

I'm sorry, my dear.

I wish it hadn't come to this.

When we first met, I asked you
if you had the power

to sever the connection to my stub.

Do you?

No.

What about opening a new one?

I'm afraid the delicate balance
of power that governs this world

would make such a step on my part

an outright declaration of war.

But I am aware of how one might do it.

I need you to open a new stub.

If I understand this correctly,

you're proposing a rather radical plan.

Cherise will think she won
and that you helped her do it.

We'd have access to
all the data that Aelita stole,

which would save my world
from the Jackpot.

You do realize how daunting the odds are?

Perhaps an ally might benefit you.

Your brother, for instance.

Burton can't know.

If he finds out,

he's never gonna let me
go through with it, okay?

Conner said that he'd help.

Are you absolutely certain?

Yeah.

The R.I. has several ancillary
sites at undisclosed locations.

Stub portals, they're called.

Even the guards don't know where they are.

They're Peripherals,
piloted remotely.

The Peripherals guarding
the facility will be

just as strong as you are.

Send me to one.

[♪♪♪]

I've arrived.

May I be of assistance?

Maybe.

Can I ask you a question?

Is it still queasy when you get back?

Or did they fix that?

When you wake up in your real body,

after your shift
in this Peripheral's done?

[GRUNTING]

[CRUNCH]

[DOOR UNLOCKING]

[TICKING RAPIDLY]

- Damn it.
- [WARBLING]

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTING]

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

[YELLS]

[TICKING RAPIDLY]

CHERISE: You really think
you could escape me so easily?

FLYNNE: You have a bad habit

of taking control
of dying things, Cherise.

You have no idea
all you're putting into peril.

FLYNNE: They're all here, aren't they?

All these other lives?

And all I got to do is
choose where I want to begin.

Wait.

I will find you.

I give you my word.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, Cherise.

[WHIRRING]

I think I want to be the hunter now.

You see,
I know exactly where you are.

And you have no idea where I'm gonna be.

Not without the coordinates.

No, no, no.

[EXHALES SOFTLY]

CONNER: You saying what I think you are?

You want to reboot.

Like in a sim?

It could save us, Conner.

But I'm gonna need your help
and Lowbeer's, too.

If I can pull it off,

there'll be whole new versions of us there.

Ones that Cherise
will have nothing to do with.

We'd be safe there.

But dead in our own world.

Unless I'm already gone.

Then she'd have no reason
to blow up that silo.

Fuck.

Burton said in Texas you once shot somebody

two kilometers out.

Burton's full of shit.

It was at least three klicks.

This thing that I'm talking about...

...it'd have to look
like Lowbeer sent somebody

as a favor to Cherise,
solving her problem for her.

You understand what I'm asking you, Conner?

Yeah.

I get it.

What about this world?

We done with it?

No, we'll be back.

Why?

'Cause I'm gonna kill that bitch.

[LAUGHS]

Yeah?

Yeah.

I know it's a lot, Conner.

But if it helps any,
I've made peace with it.

I'll just take a walk

out past Hawthorne Creek.

And I'll count back from ten in my head.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

FLYNNE: Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

[♪♪♪]

[GUNSHOT]

[WARBLING]

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

So...

shall we get to work?

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

DOMINIKA: Yeah, you promise every time,

but you end up spending the whole meal

talking with your father,

while I'm trapped with your mother.

LEV: My mother enjoys your company, Dominika.

Which is lovely and
extremely flattering, I'm sure.

But as you're well aware,

the sentiment isn't entirely reciprocated.

So if you could just
spare me a moment of your...

Oh, Lev.
What have you done?

Nothing.
I swear.

[WHISPERS]
I love you.

[QUIET CHATTER]

- I'm sorry, gentlemen, there seems to be some...
- [SPEAKS RUSSIAN]

Have a seat.

I was supposed to meet my father...

Your father sends his regrets.

Wasn't feeling well.

Not in the best of health.

You understand.

As such, he asked us to speak with you.

About what?

Accepted practices here in London

since the Putin diaspora.

Mm, how we get along, survive.

Did I do something wrong?

The Research Institute,
placing us at risk.

It's unacceptable.
Absolutely.

There's a price, son.

Listen, gentlemen.

My recruitment of an asset

inside the Research Institute
was nothing outside of the norm.

I was trying to exploit an opportunity.

But I deeply regret if I did anything

that you feel could
jeopardize our standing.

I assure you that was never my intent.

I, uh, sincerely apologize

and can only hope that you forgive me.

[LAUGHTER]

Should see your fucking face!

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

We get it.

It is always in our interest
to keep tabs on the R.I.

Not only for moneymaking opportunities

but to protect our own interests.

Business, otherwise.

None of that matters now.
Time to cut bait.

Do whatever you have to do.

ARTYOM: Just cauterize the wound.

Your asset, any affiliates
come back to you,

they need to vanish.

All of them?

When there's a blight on the branch

and it threatens the other trees,

what does the orchard keeper do?

Chops the fucker down.
Burns it.

KIRILL: Not just the branch
either.

The whole fucking tree.

Your wife looked lovely, Lev.

And the children?

This here is us warning you.

You understand?

Cauterize the wound, son.

Or the orchard keeper
will be coming for a visit.

With an axe.

[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]

You hungry?

Hmm? Where's that fucking waiter?
[LAUGHS]

Salud.