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We'll run a name, if it is a name.

- See what turns up. - It's the tattoo exactly.

Well, some kid could have seen it on the news.

Look.

I'm sorry for how I spoke to you before. I was...

I was angry with the boy.

How about we put it all behind us, eh?

I'll get Maggie and the research team on the brickwork.

All the usual databases turned up a blank.

- Then I thought, "The brick's really old." - Yeah, right.

So, I checked some city records

and pulled an Alfred Hillinghead from the 1890 electoral register.

Guess his job.

Hint, he's not a bricklayer.

He's a cop, isn't he?

A Whitechapel cop.

Detective Inspector.

Why don't you check with Scotland Yard?

Nothing before World War I, darling, I'm sorry.

All right. Thank you.

You know, though,

if this DI Hillingdon...

Hillinghead.

...served in Whitechapel,

then that nick's one of the few still standing.

Bound to be some archives there.

Right.

Clive?

Sergeant Hasan.

How can I help you, darling?

Need a favor. We got any old case files in the building?

- How far do they go back? - Right up the wazoo.

How far do you need?

1890.

Ouch.

Wow.

An evidence graveyard, eh?

Where paperwork goes to die.

Nobody cares about this stuff apart from me.

Here we go, my dear.

1930, the Great Depression.

1919, the Treaty of Versailles.

Oh.

1912, Titanic.

Loved that movie.

1901, death of Queen Victoria.

1890.

Last stop.

These files are labeled not by detective,

but by the name of the case, A to Z.

You know which letter to start?

Try "L" for Longharvest Lane.

Uh...

Uh...

As I live and wheeze, jackpot, young lady.

Jackpot.

You've got to be kidding me.

That can't be.

No.

No.

No. No.

Wait there, detective, this is ringing some bells.

I'll be right back.

If I'm right, you're not gonna believe this.

"A strange marking on his left wrist with a small wound on forehead."

This has got to be a joke.

Wait.

What is that?

1941.

Charles Whiteman.

His last case.

Shot through the left eye.

Strange markings on the left wrist.

And naked as the day he was born.

Elias said that bodies had come before.

All right, sir?

All right?

- I looked for you. - I had urgent business.

Evidently.

Alfred,

I merely wish to discuss what happened last night...

- What happened was a mistake. - ...at Harker House.

You kissed me.

All right.

Well, we know you didn't get his finger markings,

so strike a line through that plan.

Now what?

Nothing.

It's over.

What on earth happened to you? I was worried.

A brawl broke out in the cells.

One of the prisoners got the best of me.

Where's Polly?

She's upstairs.

Choosing a dress for this afternoon.

What's this afternoon?

Polly made me promise she'd tell you herself.

Alright.

Go and get cleaned up.

I'll lay out some new clothes for you.

Okay.

I'll go and wash.

So, what do you mean,

the chain broke?

Well, the locket fell to the ground and now it won't close.

And what aren't you telling me?

It's fine. I don't want you to worry, I just want you to fix it.

Well...

I'm not some tinker.

That's exactly what you are. Embrace it.

Somebody at the church saw me play.

I'm to go to their house this afternoon to play for them.

Mm-hmm.

You have no idea the humiliation your mother and I went through

to get you to sit still for this.

Where were you last night?

There was a fight in the cells.

There's always a little pinch in your voice when you're lying.

Polly Hillinghead...

you're wasted on the piano.

A detective is what you should be.

There. Good as new.

Thank you.

Kathleen.

Kath!

What's going on with the Rhubarb Squad?

I'm sure the Chief Inspector will tell you himself.

No, no, no, come on, that's not how this works.

You keep an eye out for me, and I keep an eye out for me.

Calloway has a witness who's come forward

saying she heard two voices talking in Lee Cozens' flat before the gunshot.

Calloway thinks Cozens' death might not have been a suicide after all.

Which means maybe he was framed for the body in the boot as well.

He's putting more men on the case.

There was a mention of finding that Yiddish girl again,

with a proper interpreter.

I got a swirly one!

You got them spiral things those kids were eating?

Yeah, one of those. And a bag of humbugs.

- There you go, love. - Ta.

- I made the most of it. - Yeah, I bet you did.

What the flippin' heck is going on?

Hey!

- What are you doing? - I told you.

Live here like you're not here.

Don't exist.

I tried not to exist. I also tried to eat.

The bread you left is moldy, so I tried to heat it,

and that so-called oven started smoking, so I had to open the windows.

Esther, if I'm out the house,

and the radio's blaring out the window, what will anybody think?

It was that or choke to death.

They might be watching and you've given us away!

So, what's that?

Detective?

Lollipops.

For Mr. Bachelor?

Now who's the schlemiel?

Fresh vegetables, breads, cans, whatever.

He's definitely here for us. Shit!

- What is it? - It's what I said.

Use the oven, kill us both. We're dead anyway.

Here's a single ticket up to Inverness.

That's in Scotland.

Lots of kids get evacuated up there. It's safe.

And it's near the Loch Ness Monster, so...

you'll love it.

Train's leaving from Euston tomorrow. I'm going to get you on there.

- Get you out of here. - Will you come?

Maybe.

Don't know.

Most important thing is you're on it. Right?

Wait.

Gonna wait till dark.

He's got to knock off at some point.

It'll be a full moon tonight.

That means it's open season for the Luftwaffe.

When the bombs come, that's our chance.

Thirty years ago, the study of the Deutsch particle

would have us all assigned as pariahs, outcasts, morons.

At least today, we're seen as merely meddlesome troublemakers.

Right, today we're going to be looking, theoretically,

at the study of the Deutsch particle upon impact with a naked singularity.

Now, as you can see, the particle splits into two in perfect symmetry.

Backwards and forwards, just as likely to go one second into the past

as it is one second into the future.

But what blows even the most open mind

is observing the result seems possible at both ends.

There are now two particles, one in the past, and one in the future.

And yet, the superposed system has not collapsed.

Uh...

Uh, excuse me, professor.

What about your paper that got banned?

On the interaction of dark matter with the Deutsch particle?

Didn't it prove that the creation of a naked singularity was possible?

What?

You may have noticed that we are blessed to have with us today a special observer

in... Detective Maplewood,

who does her research.

What does that mean?

It means... that time travel,

going both backwards and forwards,

is possible...

...in the real world.

In theory.

So, professor, how would you explain your dead doppelgänger?

I can't. It's quite a paradox.

I know you don't trust me, but I'm asking for your help.

- My orders are... - To investigate me. Yeah, I know.

But... I can see it in your face.

I don't have much time left.

Look.

I didn't invent a time machine. I don't know any terrorists.

I only know that I do not want to experience his fate.

I don't know, maybe if you're there... uh, protecting me...

- I'm not your bodyguard. - No. No, no. No.

You'd be a guest.

I'm a great cook.

Stay with me?

Please.

I'll stay with you.

But I choose the safe house.

Hey, Maggie, I need a massive favor.

Oh, it stinks.

Can you run these for me?

Are these even prints?

From a gaslight. In 1890.

Oh, what is this, Time Team? I don't even know where...

Mags, please.

Just humor me, all right?

- Right. - Thank you.

- Hey. - Hi. Is that your statement on the brick?

- Just slam it on the stack, I'll get to... - No, that's not what this is, sir.

So, what is it?

Something you need to see.

And I don't feel smart showing it to you in this building.

Maybe over a drink?

Why?

'Cause I think you might need one to hear it.

- This has to be off the record, okay? - This doesn't feel off the record.

I've got enough baggage on my case. Don't need more.

And if one word of this gets written down officially,

anyone I've ever sent down, ever,

gets released 'cause I'm headed straight for the funny farm.

It's a risk.

This is a safe space, Hasan.

Just two off-duty coppers chewing cud.

Shoot.

This is the John Doe on Longharvest Lane.

- Hmm? - Mm.

And this is a front-page scoop

accusing us lot of the cover-up of a murder on Longharvest Lane in 1890.

Here. Same tattoo on both wrists, that we also found on the brick.

The murder victim was never ID'ed,

and a Whitechapel cop called DI Alfred Hillinghead led the case.

He's right here.

- Well, it's a wind-up. It's... - This body...

note the marking,

was discovered one mile away from Longharvest Lane,

in 1941.

The Whitechapel detective on the case was DS Charles Whiteman.

He's here.

That's him there, the matinée idol in the dapper suit.

- Well, this has been Photoshopped. - I wish.

Then what am I staring at? A fucking...

...X-file?

- This is all very explainable. - Oh, good. I'm all ears.

Safe space, Barber.

Just two off-duty cops, chewing the cud.

Well, this is a 143-year-old Etch-a-Sketch, for starters.

A hundred and thirty-three.

And this is... is another murder victim, 1941.

The... The... The photo's blurry. Uh...

Same bullet wound, you know, same... same scar on forehead,

same tattoo on... on wrist.

Um...

I'll come back to that. And... And this is your 2023 John Doe here

with... with a passing resemblance for the 1941...

Barber, they all look exactly the same.

There's been at least three murders on Longharvest Lane, decades apart,

all identical.

This isn't nothing, Barber.

And if it's just a prank, then we need to find out who's laughing.

I know you must think I'm a coward.

But I love my family more than anything, and I will protect my family.

Being with you scares me to death.

But I... I need you, Henry.

Mm.

What are you thinking?

Regrets?

Only about the investigation.

- I've spoken to my editor. - Mm.

We're running a front page on Harker.

And his collusion with the Greater London Police.

We're naming him a suspect.

Well... publish his name,

and you might not live to see the evening edition.

You don't have evidence he was there.

- Mm-mm. - He has...

...Paxman and Ladbroke in his pocket.

God knows who else. He's dangerous.

Don't want anything to happen to you.

- What is that? - What?

On your glasses. A smudge.

Can't you see that?

Continental sciences.

We might still have him.

Welcome home, Iris.

You can drop your bag on the sofa. Kitchen's there, bathroom's by the door.

And we're on the 10th floor, so there's no escape.

So don't get any ideas.

A proper safe safe house then, eh?

Right, I'm starving. Where does a detective hide her knives?

Or are there no sharp objects in a safe house?

SPYNE level low.

You've a SPYNE?

Oh, please, um... don't not sort it out because of me.

Quite the view from up here.

You must do well to afford this.

Your neighbor, Dunnet, Lorna, is at your door.

I just finished a new chapter, but it needs some of that procedur...

Lorna.

Oh, I hear you've got company.

Bonne chance, ma chérie.

I'll put my earplugs in!

Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

I'll catch the person responsible.

Even if that person is you.

Doesn't it scare you?

Police work?

It does.

But I think what we do is important enough to risk it.

What do you think you do?

Keep people safe.

That sounds like the company answer.

No.

It's what I believe.

What do Chapel Perilous believe in?

Oh, God.

I've no idea. I've told you, I don't know who they are.

Ah.

- I can't. I'm... I'm on... - Duty?

I know, but it's French and organic.

And no use to me dead.

- Yeah? - One. One.

Only one.

Whoa.

To Gabriel Defoe.

He never quite made a mark.

They're getting closer.

- Maybe we should go too. - He's got to go first.

You're a Kinder kid, right?

Shipped out of Berlin when shit hit the fan.

- You, uh, got any family left back there? - My aunt, maybe. I don't know.

Right, well,

when we get you out of London, we'll go find her, yeah?

What about your family?

Charles.

- You and me got plenty in common. - Except I can clean.

Yeah.

My name's not Charles, by the way.

It's Karl.

It's the name my mum gave me.

I want to go.

Relax. If you can hear the whistle, that means they're far away.

Esther! Wait!

Esther! We can't go out there yet! Move!

I've got you! I've got you!

Let's go.

This way. This way!

It's too full. Step back, please.

Out of the way!

Get back!

Help them. Karl! Help them!

Just leave the gate! Get back.

- Get in! - Get back!

Oh. God bless you. Bless you.

- All right, come on. Let's go. - Bless you. Thank you.

Esther! Esther! I'm here. I'm here.

And I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I promise.

It's going to be all right. Hey, we are going to be all right.

Okay?

Inverness, here we come.

Come on. Come on. Let's find some space.

No, no. I fucking hate crowds.

So, this Whiteman guy is trying to solve the same case

as Hillinghead in 1890,

only in 1941?

Right.

And this newspaper article from 1890

says some bloke called Sir Julian Harker was Hillinghead's original suspect.

So we've got to connect the dots over a 50-year gap somehow, right?

At least I know I'm not crazy.

No, you are.

It's... It's infectious.

Andrew Morley's lawyer, the one Elias sacked off, what's his name?

Philip Dust.

Yeah, but what's his firm's name?

Harker Legal.

Cheapside, E1.

"Founded by Sir Julian Harker in 1894."

Shit! Andrew Morley's... employment history.

Since he left the force, he's been employed as a security guard by...

Drumroll please.

Harker House.

- Jesus Christ. - I say, we go there and check it out.

Right now, tonight.

Whoa, less of the "we".

This has to be off the book. I'm Chief Inspector.

Nothing's off-book for me, even if I want it to be.

Fine, so I go.

All right.

But none of your maverick shit. It ages me.

And nothing written down.

We just do oral.

- What, are you 12? - Yes, I am 12.

Get some shut-eye. Go on.

Would your daughter like to use my shawl?

Hmm?

Thank you.

There you are.

- Sit down. Yeah. - Oh! Thank you.

Poor little thing.

Do you think she might like a piece of chocolate?

Hmm?

Go on.

Okay.

Thank you.

Little mite.

I've got to take care of something.

- Will you watch her for a minute? - Course.

- Back in a sec. - Better be.

That's a pretty locket.

Oh. Would you like to have a look at it?

Who's that?

My family.

What's your name?

Polly.

Who are you?

Shit.

You'll have to learn to live with the uncertainties.

I will tell you what you could not know otherwise.

Ensure you remember this name, Iris Maplewood.

You shall need her.

Maplewood will get you as far as you have to go.

But remember...

Hello.

Hello. What are you doing, hey?

Hello.

Spooky in here, isn't it?

They used to conduct séances in this house way back when.

Talk to the dead.

Aye? Well, I like being scared when I'm here.

Detective.

I won't call the cops on you.

We knew you'd come.

Who's "we"?

You and Elaine?

No, you're way off.

It's a few more people than that, detective.

A lot more.

Me and Elaine brought Elias here,

to one of their big meetings once, when he was 13.

And they all wanted to meet him. You know, all these, uh...

...big shots.

You know, they, um...

they all tried to tell him what this place would mean to him, that...

someday it would all be his.

That...

just frightened him.

All we ever really did, I think, frighten him.

Andrew,

tell me what's going on.

For his sake.

These big shots, what are they?

And that record, it's the same voice as the one from your caravan, isn't it?

Talk to me.

Oh, we can talk till the cows come home and...

you won't believe me till you see it yourself.

It's all inevitable.

And it...

It does your nut in.

Like Syed, like Elaine, she, uh...

she couldn't handle it anymore.

Why did Syed take his life?

Tell me.

We had to get you to the body.

Get you to Elias.

Like you always have done.

It's time for you to see.

To believe.

Okay, follow me.

All right, girls?

You gotta understand, when I was younger,

I was always told that I was going to be someone.

So, I wanted my PhD to be something revelatory.

My thesis dared to posit that cause and effect is malleable, right?

Which therefore makes time, as we know it, totally changeable and fluid.

- May I? - Mm. Yeah.

And I... I was young...

...ambitious, and...

...wrong.

So romantic.

I guess I wanted to believe that the human spirit was a partner

in the eternal ebb and flow, not just an illusion.

"A partner in the..."

Okay. No more wine for you.

Oh God, sorry.

- But... But... now you've changed your mind? - Mm-hmm.

You think everything's predetermined?

- We have no say in the matter? - Is that so awful?

I live in a world where I choose. I make things happen.

Give me an example.

- A man makes a woman dinner. - Mm-hmm.

She agrees to eat it.

He pours her a glass.

She agrees to drink it.

One glass turns to several.

And...

she realizes she really likes French wine.

She opens bottle number two, of her own free will.

No.

Oh, you're very confident in your cooking ability.

No.

It depends on the millions of factors and forces

that have already happened to you that you're blissfully unaware of.

- Name one. - Okay.

Uh, your prior relationship to alcohol. Your parents' relationship to alcohol.

Genetically, the taste buds on your tongue,

the specific makeup and responsiveness that makes this wine

taste just sumptuous to you, right now, in this moment.

The temperature of the room,

the mood you're in when you drink it, who you drink it with.

My point is...

...free will does not exist.

It's an illusion.

And a pleasant one.

Does that mean spontaneity goes out the window too?

Afraid so. No such thing.

Pity.

When did you get your augmentation?

A while back.

Don't you think the state should offer all its citizens treatment

if they need it?

Including those who don't want to be a part of this... better world.

I think they choose to be left behind.

They can come back any time.

It's an open door.

Have you always been this absolutist?

I'd say realistic.

What about the gray areas?

I'm not saying what we have now is perfect,

but it's better than what came before the bomb.

Bent politicians sucking the planet dry to keep the rich fat and sated.

No one caring if you live or die.

Anything different was a weakness used against you.

Now there's order.

Peace.

Your lungs can breathe, and people care.

And... I think that's worth fighting to protect.

Worth dying for.

Don't you?

Are you okay?

Yes, uh, sorry, I need, uh... I need to...

...go to the bathroom.

Hey, I just want to let you know

I've truly enjoyed your company this evening,

and I'm really, really glad I met you.

All clear.

All clear.

Please leave in an orderly fashion.

All clear.

All clear.

- Do you need a hand up? Right. - Yeah.

Where's the girl?

Oh, what a sweet girl. She insisted on waiting for you.

You're a lucky man, Sergeant Whiteman.

Know you are loved.

Esther.

Esther?

Esther, come on.

It's time to go. Come on.

Esther.

Come on, kid.

Come on, kid. It's time to go.

Esther, come on, love. No! No!

Come on. Come on.

Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

Esther. Esther.

Esther.

Come on!

No!

Your neighbor, Dunnet, Lorna, is at your door.

I fell asleep with the window open. Bella...

Shh, shh.

Bella got stuck on your side of the ledge again. I know!

And she's as stubborn as a mule.

I'm sorry. Look, I know you've got company.

Is he in there?

Bella, you diva!

Look where that's got you.

Come on, Mommy's here. Come on.

What the fuck?!

Defoe!

Think you can outrun me?

Listen, Iris, please. I can explain.

Safe house, huh?

- We're not what you think we are. - Shut up!

Gabriel Defoe, you're under arrest for suspected terrorist activity.

Anything you say will be...

What are you doing?

Now what?

Take her to Chapel.

Don't be scared.

It's not the Tate.

Get up close.

Touch it, if you like.

That's it.

They won't bite.

As I said, we need you to believe it.

Believe what?

The future.

That this path we're on will change the world,

and we all have a role.

Elaine's family, they worked for the Harkers since year dot.

Maids and butlers.

So, we knew the truth.

We knew what would have to happen, such a terrible thing,

to bring about our future.

And that's what was so hard for me.

Knowing that Elias was going to end up so full of regret,

so full of pain,

over what he did.

What he's... going to do.

Elias died wanting to undo it,

but it was too late.

And that's what's so awful.

As his dad, making him do something

you know he's going to regret...

Andrew.

Please, I... I don't understand.

If you weren't around, would he ever do it?

Could it be stopped?

Let Elias live his own life, one where he doesn't hurt anyone.

One where he doesn't regret.

The poor boy.

I wish I knew how to help him more.

Tell Elias I'm sorry.

He deserved better than me.

Andrew!

Whatever you're caught up in, we can help.

I can help.

We'll work this out.

God.

- Okay? - Mm.

All right, just calm yourself. That's it.

Shh. It'll all be over soon.

- No! - Yes, yes.

I'm sorry.

No, don't! No!

Andrew!

Help!

♪ What a difference a day made ♪

♪ Twenty-four little hours ♪

♪ Brought the sun and the flowers ♪

♪ Where there used to be rain ♪

♪ My yesterday was blue, dear ♪

♪ Today I'm a part of you, dear ♪

♪ My lonely nights are through, dear ♪

♪ Since you said you were mine ♪