All language subtitles for Bodies.2023.S01E07

He was found naked
in the street, I believe.

Bullet wound to the knee
is healing nicely.

Do we have a name yet?

We don't know yet, Doctor.

We hesitate to bother you
with such flights of fancy

from any patient, Lady Harker,
yet he... he was most insistent.

If it is not your son,
I hope you will forgive us.

All I care for is the truth.

Julian.

Can it be you?

Mother.

They told me that he died.

That you...

gave your life
to save your men at Mandalay.

Yeah, I would have, if they'd have let me.

The Burmese took me captive.

Uh...

I managed to escape, and made my way home.

- I wanted to surprise you.
- What...

But I... I got the shirt
robbed off my back, and...

shot in the knee.

Burmese soldiers have nothing
on Whitechapel scallywags.

My...

son.

My son!

Be gentle with him, Mullins.

Keep him slow.

Lady Harker.

Welcome home, Sir Julian.

Of course
you remember Cook and Stella.

And Archie.

Where's Archie?

Archie!

- Archie.

Stella, take Archie out.

Yes, Lady Harker.

Come, Julian, you must be exhausted.

Take him upstairs, Mullins,

and get him into some proper clothes.

Let him... rest.

Yes, ma'am.

What were you?

A fucking giant?

You face a battle ahead,
but you will win.

The lovers.

A choice.

The seven swords.

A theft.

Duplicity.

The cards told me every time
that my son would return.

They never lie, and...

yet...

Ask me anything you like.

Do you know my son?

No.

Did you hurt him?

No.

I swear.

All you will steal is my heart.

I have little money left to give.

I will get you money.

And if you will allow it,
I will love you like a son.

I'll protect you.

What is it you want?

To change things for the better.

To build a great and glorious future

that you will help me create.

I'll turn this old house into a home.

We will have a family.

You... will be a grandmother.

Who will be your wife?

A policeman's daughter.

- And look.

She's here.

I know that.

I will meet her, and we will build
a beautiful life together.

Do you want to be a part of it?

Yes...

Julian.

Ask the cards if we can get a new dog.

Brother.

Help...

You're a sight for sore eyes, Professor.

And so it begins.

Dear God!

A man's been shot!

♪ He made their glowing colors ♪

♪ He made their tiny wings ♪

♪ All things bright and beautiful ♪

♪ All creatures great and small ♪

♪ All things wise and wonderful ♪

♪ The Lord God made them all ♪

♪ Each little flower that opens ♪

♪ Each little bird that sings ♪

♪ He made their glowing colors ♪

- ♪ He made their tiny wings ♪

- What's next?
- I think Sir...

It's that journalist again.

What does he want from us?

I'll be back by this evening, alright?

I don't think your wife
likes me very much.

I don't think
anyone likes you very much.

I thought he couldn't bear
that journalist.

Work comes first for him.
I learnt that lesson early on.

- I learnt it from the crib.

So, what are we having
for supper tonight?

Tonight, we shall have roast beef
and carrots...

- My locket! Stop! Thief!
- Oy!

- Stop!

Get off me! Leave me alone.

Hand it over! Give it here!

Oh! Oh, sir,
I cannot... I cannot thank you enough.

Foolish of me to try and catch him,
but the locket is a gift from my father,

and... and precious to me.

Looks like your chain might be broken.

Nothing that can't be fixed, I'm sure.

What on earth were you doing,
chasing after him?

This gentleman bravely tried
to stop him. Look.

I see. You have our thanks.

No need.

I know you.

Rather, you... you were in church just now.

Yes.

Yes, you... you play very well.

- Oh, hardly.
- No, I live with my mother.

She's getting on,
and, believe me, she tries to play.

So, from where I'm standing,
you play very well.

Good luck with your locket.

Perhaps your mother
would like to hear me play.

- If she can no longer play for herself.
- Polly.

You'll forgive my daughter, sir.
She's made of nothing but high spirits.

- Mister...?
- Harker.

Sir Julian Harker.

A pleasure, sir.

No, the pleasure was all mine.

Madam.

Come on, you.

Why did you have to say that?

Come on.

Sir,
your three o'clock appointment.

Mullins, please!

She has exceptional grace.

Doesn't she, Julian?

She does. Yes.

You play like it belongs to you.

I admit I have an affinity with it.

Ladies,

you must excuse me.

I've other business to attend to.

Of course.

You must come and play for us again.

It would be my pleasure.

Oh, carry on, dear.

Sir.

Gentlemen, know you are loved.

- What are you doing?
- I'm sorry. I...

I shouldn't have. Lady Agatha fell asleep,

and I didn't want to wake her up,
so I thought I'd...

Stretch your legs?

- It's not a crime.

Besides, when Mother's out, she's out.

What do you think?

It... It looks very...

bold.

And, uh... And unique.

It is.

Rumor has it the painter
saw the dead body lying naked in a lane

after it appeared out of thin air.

It's one of those creepy ones
that follow you around the room.

"Creepy ones"?

You don't speak like other people.

It's refreshing to... talk so unhindered.

Just say things as they are.

You still haven't told me what you think.

- It's... It's creepy.

Spectacularly creepy.

- I'll close the curtains if you...
- Oh no, I... I don't mind.

May I ask you a question, Sir Julian?

- Please, Julian's fine.

The, uh...

The gentlemen that
call, that come to you...

- What is it that you do?

I'm so sorry.
I've... I've overstepped, I've...

I'm far too inquisitive.

I offer advice on the stock market,

my insights into what goes up
and what comes down.

Basically, I make people money.

And are you often right?

No.

- Always.

About all things or just money?

Most things.

So that thief that snatched my locket,

you knew he was coming? You...

You knew you'd catch him?

No, that was a complete surprise.

May I speak plainly?

Thus far, I have known you
to speak no other way.

I'd like to offer you
some permanent employment.

To help with Mother.

She's getting old,

and you bring
so much needed light to this house.

It's good for the old
to be around the young.

- Keeps one's marbles intact. So I'm told.

I would like that very much.

Julian.

Your mother's spiritual guidance
on the stocks

are becoming rather sought after
in the city, Sir Julian.

There are many who seek
her advice and your counsel.

It's only when we have High Court judges
and bank managers attending our séances

- that we know we are where we ought to be.

As to the purchase of the bank,

I must stress that its price
is astronomically overvalued.

It's the bank I want,
and that's the building I want.

Cost be damned.

You're awfully quiet, Paxman.

Any news on our Inspector Hillinghead?

A concerning development,
Sir Julian.

Hillinghead appears to have...

a photograph of you
that could become incriminating.

And soon we'll have
a photograph of Hillinghead,

which will be
substantially more incriminating.

- How should we adapt?

Know you are loved!

- Alfred! Alfred!
- Stop it! Stop it!

My father, he...

He came home
and... and confessed to us that he had...

committed a murder.

I didn't believe him,
but the police told us he'd...

he'd already signed his... his confession.

If you knew him,
you'd know how ridiculous that sounds.

He's to be transported
to Pentonville Prison this evening.

And I'm to visit him tomorrow and, well...

I intend to tell him
of my... of my new employment here,

and of our newfound friendship.

And I thought that
perhaps that you might...

Oh, Sir Julian,
you have the ear of so many.

I beg of you, please...

may I mention your name to him?

I can tell him that you have influence.

That could bring him hope.

Assure him that you could seek
to help his case.

Forgive me, I didn't know
where else to turn.

Hillinghead.

I'm to escort you to Pentonville.

Ensure you are treated
with at least some dignity.

- Shame.

Shame.

Whoa.

Why have we stopped?

My, you're such a fool.

You could have let
that journalist take the blame.

But instead you chose
to sacrifice yourself.

For what?

For love?

Love for him?

There's not much between us, Alfred.

I know what it's like to live a lie.

Who you are, it's not your fault.

You were born in the wrong time,
that's all.

Where I come from,

you and Henry could hold hands.

Make love.

In fact, I've longed to find a world
where you and I can belong together.

I truly tried.

What do you want from me?

Your daughter.

Polly.

You stay away from her.

You've caused her more harm
than I ever would.

I promise you I will love her
with all my heart.

As you love Henry.

Don't you touch my daughter!
I will kill you.

I will kill you
before you lay a hand on her.

I...

- I cannot let you jeopardize this.

Farewell, Alfred.

Know you are loved.

Harker, don't you leave.

Harker!

Harker!

Oh, God!

I'm sorry it had to end
this way, Hillinghead.

Polly.

What is it?

I have some bad news.

Your father...

he was afraid to face justice.

I am so sorry.

He took his own life.

No.

No.

No, no, he wouldn't...

No, he wouldn't do that.

In your opinion, constable,

where is Commander Mannix at this time?

As I've said in my statement,

Prime Minister,

I have no idea.

Commander Mannix
recognized in you

an unswerving, exemplary loyalty
to the state.

And you'll be rewarded, promoted.

Look, um...

I don't know how to put this, but, um...

there's something down there.

It's dangerous, and...

it can't just be boarded up
and locked away and...

The past is passed.

We believe in looking forward,

Detective Inspector Maplewood.

- You'll need to sign this.

Know you are loved.

One final question.

Commander Mannix believed Shahara Hasan
to be the leader of Chapel Perilous,

yet her body hasn't been discovered.

Do you know where she is?

Detective?

No, ma'am.

Never saw her.

"If caught on next drop,

might survive."

18th of July,

2053...

When I shot you,

The Throat sent you back.

14th of July,

when I found you.

As you can see,
the particle splits in perfect symmetry.

It means that time travel,

going both backwards and forwards,

is possible.

Four days into the past...

four days into the future.

- Catch me if you can.
- "Catch me if you can."

You're coming back!

Motherfucker.

Finally. Get in.

Where have you been?

I need another favor.

Look, you do what you need to do,
then you bloody tell me what's happening.

Okay?

News just in, we can report

that Commander Elias Mannix
tragically lost his life

in an otherwise successful
anti-terror raid.

The influence of Elias Mannix

on our society was profound.

The founder of the Executive
for Public Safety,

he was an incorruptible leader
and statesman

who showed us
we were stronger working together.

He was seven.

He survived the blast, but...

soon after, his gums bled.

His teeth fell out.

I told him the tooth fairy would come,
but he knew I was lying.

How could you do that?

Defoe could have gone back.

He could have stopped it.

Given Jawad a second chance.

You think you're the only person

to lose someone they love?

My first memory

is watching my mom die.

Welcome to the pain

that everybody else who's ever existed
has to deal with,

and move the fuck on.

And deal with it.

Survive.

Or don't.

You're true to your word.

You did your job.

So why bring me here?

Because he wasn't right.

And I regret shooting Defoe,

with every part of me.

But maybe...

we can still save him.

Maybe we can save everybody.

Can you walk?

Alby!

About that favor.

What have you got for holding the head?

Remember, as soon as he lands,
keep him calm and still,

or the head brace won't secure.

You'll have to be quick
and precise, got it?

You're good to go.

I hope you're right.

He's coming.

How long do we wait?

Fuck!

- Down!

Maplewood, come on!

Maplewood, come on!

Iris.

Calm him down.

Keep him still.

Defoe, hey!

- Gabriel, shh...

Shh. Shh.

Caught you.

Come on, get him out of there! Shift it!

You're okay.

Easy, easy.

- So now what? You got a plan, right?
- No.

But he does.

Please, be seated.

Julian Harker,

wilt thou have this woman
to thy wedded wife?

Wilt though love her, comfort her,

honor and support her
in sickness and in health,

and forsaking all other,
keep thee only unto her,

as long as you both shall live?

I do.

- What are you doing?

Seriously, Polly, can we not...

Polly?

- Are you all right?

You're doing really well.

Congratulations, Sir Julian.

You're the proud father
of a healthy baby boy.

He looks just like you.

We're going to get this right.

Aren't we, Hayden Harker?

Yes, we are.

Sir.

Polly.

Polly, wake up.

Polly.

- Is the baby crying?
- No, no, no, no, he's fine.

He's fine.

Now our son is born,

it's time for you to know the truth.

Come with me. Come with me.

It's the middle of the night.
Why are these people here?

Follow me.

Dearest Polly.

Don't be scared.

You know him already,

from the painting upstairs.

He's a messenger.

Our part in this
is to be the keeper of his secrets.

Not to let anybody know the truth.

Not until the time is right.

What truth?

You asked... how I know the future.

Simple, Polly.

It's where I'm from.

Hail, Lady Harker,

and know that you are loved.

Know you are loved.

Hail, Hayden Harker.

Know you are loved.

- Know you are loved.
- Give him to me.

- The son begets the father.

The father begets the son.

We're building a world,

a future that will be greater
than anyone can imagine.

I know it, because I built it.

You're his mother.

You're part of it now.

Hail, Lady Harker.

Hail, Lady Harker.

Polly!

This is real?

You swear it?

Then...

you are not Julian Harker.

My name's Elias.

Elias Mannix.

Hayden will grow up,

and he'll have children.

And their children will have children.

And one of them will be my father.

If I don't exist,

then neither does our son.

Do you understand?

It's a loop.

With no beginning and no end.

You're my flesh and blood, Polly.

You always have been.

We're family.

Polly.

Did you sleep well, darling?

I was right.

Whiteman fell short.

He's hiding the girl in his flat.

You know what must be done.

Yes.

- Know you are loved, Polly.

I've always loved these earrings.

You used to say that

it was just like the war.

No different to a pilot dropping a bomb
or... a soldier pulling a trigger.

Which one do you think
is more... disarming?

This one, I think.

Hmm?

My darling, the child won't feel a thing.

Do you remember...

when you told me
there's no such thing as death?

That the past is a real place
and that nothing ever truly dies.

This is the last record, sir.

I have lived your life, Elias.

As you sit on that boat,

and feel your heart beating in your chest,

that same heart beats in mine.

One day,

you too will sit where I am now

and record these exact same words,

in 1941.

- I...

You can't outlive me.

Hear, O Israel,

Ado-nai is our God.

Ado-nai is One.

Blessed is God's

- glorious kingdom...

- forever and ever.

I'm sorry.

I needed things to stay as they were.

But it's like you said.

Once you know the truth...

it changes you.

You can't stay the same.

I can't.

So, what are you
prepared to do about it?

Whatever it takes.

Come on.

The only way I can describe it is

like it was some sort
of near-death experience.

When your bullet hit me,

I tried to follow Mannix,
but I was too weak.

I felt...

my body split and divide

in one... singular moment.

There's no science,

not even the wildest conjecture,
for what this is.

Hey.

So...

what can we do with that?

Nothing.

- Nothing?
- We're a part of the loop.

Everything we did directly caused
what has already happened.

We can't stop the bomb.
We can't kill Mannix.

Reality prevents change,
prevents paradoxes.

Hey.

You're alive.

The Throat's still there.

It works. That's not nothing!

Yes, but what do we do with it?

Mm?

All I know is when Elias was 15,

I gave him everything I had

'cause I believed
he could change his mind.

I banked my son's life on that.

And I spent 30 years
doing everything I could to stop him.

The universe wants him alive.

But...

before the bomb went off,

his dad, his adoptive dad, Andrew Morley,

he told me something I never understood.

That's what was so hard.

Knowing that Elias was going to end up
so full of pain over what he did.

Making him do something
you know he's going to regret.

Wait.

You're saying

Mannix died full of regrets?

Maybe.

So that's our way in.

What if we could reach him?

Confront him.

Sow a seed of doubt.

Get him to change his mind.

If the universe wants him alive,
we just need to outsmart the universe.

We have to try.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I'm going to die there.

Aren't I?

Fuck it.

Fuck. Fuck!

Fuck. Fuck.