All language subtitles for Guerrilla s01e02.eng

- What's your name?
- Marcus Hill.

- What do you do?
- I teach English.

I'd be very interested in a placement

in university education.

(PENCE) Julian, yeah?

- Go!
- (Whistle blows)

- He's the one planning this rally?
- No, we never...

(MARCUS) They swing
oppression like a club

and they call it the law.

Jobs first, man. Jobs first.

(JAS) Marcus wants to do things.

I have to be with someone
who wants to do things.

(DHARI) The whole Civil Rights
scene's been a failure.

You think you're free but
you're not. This shit's war.

- I'll see you soon, Peter.
- (JAS) Whatever happens next,

it starts with getting Dhari
out of prison.

(PAUL) Brian?

(Hyperventilating)

You two, you dig
where you're at now, right?

No going back on nothing

'cause all your other shit is gone.

You're soldiers now.

_

_

_

(Music continues)

Look at these.

You know these people.

- (Music stops)
- Somebody here knows 'em.

Who's seen 'em?

Which one of you has seen 'em?

They're somewhere, we know they are.

And they're getting help
with food, money.

Somebody knows.

Somebody's gonna talk.

Him, take that one.

- That one over there.
- (OFFICER) Come on, get up.

- This one.
- Get up.

No, please... What?!

Take this one.

(OFFICER) Come on.

- You're coming with me.
- Get off me!

- Leave him alone, man!
- Leave him alone!

(Commotion)

- Stop struggling!
- I ain't going nowhere!

Argh!

Leave him alone, man!

(TREVOR) Fucking pigs!

Sit down. Sit down. Sit down.

(TREVOR) Fucking pigs, man.

I hate those pigs, man.

(Disgruntled chatter)

(Paper scrunches)

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(TV NEWS PRESENTER)
This is Thames from London.

Trade unions yesterday failed

to reach an interim agreement

that would allow workers
to stay on the job

as new contracts are negotiated.

More news about the recent gun attack

at a Central London hospital.

We now know that it was a
staff nurse and her boyfriend

who burst into the
hospital wielding arms

in an attempt to free a convict

who was being treated there.

They took multiple hostages,

one of whom was caught
in the crossfire.

The victim of the shooting,

ambulance driver Paul Rodgers,

spoke for the first time
about the ordeal

in which he suddenly
found himself caught up.

(PAUL) I heard the gunfire.

And I felt something hit my chest,

and I knew right away I'd been shot.

And uh...

And I thought, "This is it."

I thought I... I was dead.

(PRESENTER) Meanwhile, police
raids continue across London...

(Entry bell rings)

(PRESENTER) ...convict
and the accomplices

who orchestrated the brazen getaway

more than three weeks ago.

Members of Rhodesia's diplomatic mission

arrived in London today

in an effort to gain
parliament's support,

as Rhodesia's ruling white government

continues its civil war

against African nationalists.

(They converse in German)

What do you want?

We're uh... we're fellow soldiers.

We come to you as comrades

- against the forces of oppression.
- I don't need the speech.

What do you want?

We're establishing a cell.
We need support.

Logistical? Material?

- Financial.
- For?

Well, to uh... carry out
retaliatory actions

against high-profile targets...

What specifically
are you trying to accomplish?

End the war in Vietnam?

The occupation in Northern Ireland?

No, we want to um...
reform the government,

stop the Immigration Act.

We want the police
to be held accountable.

And you think that
two of you can do that?

(Stammers)
Do you know who this is?

Um... Can I... Can I have my bag?

Klaus.

Thanks.

Uh...

Have you um... have you read his book?

See, the government
didn't want that published.

They didn't want the
people to know his name

or hear his voice.

That's how powerful those words are.

See, every day Dhari walks free,

it's a demonstration

of the powerlessness of the system.

We need to build on our first action

with continued symbolic attacks.

We can't help you.

No, we want the same things you want -

an end to oppression,
power to the people.

No, what you want
is equal representation

within a capitalist state.

Your philosophy isn't Marxist-Leninist.

If you want support
from the self-determinists,

go to the PLO or the PFLP.

No, no, they wouldn't help us.

We're anti-Zionist,
but we're not anti-Semitic.

The IRA.

Those Fenian bastards is racist.

- The Angry Brigade.
- No, they're just anarchists.

Beggars and choosers.
Money doesn't come easily.

We're funded by Cuba, Cuba by Moscow.

We're all just dogs,

fed scraps in exchange for
keeping our masters happy.

Look, sorry. Sorry.

We're being hunted by police.

We uh... We need money.

We need support.

Please, we need your help.
Please.

(Rifling through book)

We're not looking to
open a front in Britain.

(Sighs)

However, we all benefit
from destabilization.

We would consider compensating you

for propagande par Le fait.

Do that and we can discuss aid.

(KLAUS) Let's go.

(Knocking)

(Knocking)

(LEROY) What'd they say?

What?

They'll give us money

if we take direct action
in support of their movement.

What action?

I don't know.

How much money? When do we get paid?

Oh, okay. Oh, so nothing, huh?

Just like all the others?

No support, no money - nothing.

What the hell, man?
What the hell you all doing?

Not my action. These two are in charge.

Hey, we need money, Jack. Okay?

We need food. I need to pay rent.

Look, it takes time to build a movement.

Over three weeks, man. Three weeks!

There ain't no movement.

Nothing out there
but a bunch of scared Negroes

itching to turn you in to the police.

Man, you all getting too damn hot.

I can't keep you here no more.

- Where are you going?
- (Door opening)

- Where is he going?
- How the hell would I know?

- He's gonna turn us in.
- Girl, he ain't gonna do shit.

I don't trust him.

What, you got somebody else to trust?

Look, what the Germans told
me... When we form a cell,

if we take an action, they'd
consider giving us support.

We've been here nearly a month.

Three weeks. It hasn't been that long.

Not for you. You've been outside.

I've been stuck here while
you go cap in hand

to people who don't care
a thing about us.

They don't know us.

We've written no
communiques, no manifestos.

Once I do that...

Once you dazzle them

with your brilliant mind
and fancy words?

It's not Peru.
This isn't a peasant revolt.

Words matter.
That's how we build support.

And in the meantime?

- We have friends.
- We can't go to them.

We can trust them. We can trust them

as much as we can trust this one.

We can't go to our friends.
They're being watched.

It's just us right now.
That's it.

Jas, we got Dhari out of prison.

That's not "nothing."

We stay the course.

Just a little more time,
that's all we need.

I'll find a way for us
to prove ourselves.

We do that, then
we can really take action.

(Jas sighs)

What do you really expect
in three weeks?

Something.

(Chattering and typing)

John, the statement
from the... No, no, no, no.

It's not in the file.
It's not in the file.

This one... Hey, will you listen to me?

(Phone ringing)

(PENCE) "16 suspects questioned

in the last three days alone,

ten who are known to have
radical affiliations.

Of the ten, nine did not have,

or would not admit to having,

any knowledge of the fugitives.

The final suspect admitted familiarity,

but refused to comment
beyond a single statement."

(ACKERLEY) What statement?

"Go fuck yourselves."

"We continue to identify informants

who we feel might be likely to..."

A black, a Paki and a convict?

It's like a bar joke,

except they're the ones having a laugh.

A whole division dedicated to
surveying black extremists,

and you can't find this bunch?

You're making them into folk heroes.

A thug and a couple of lovebirds

on a misadventure is all.

Three weeks ago,

you'd be hard-pressed
to find one of these,

except at the back
of a militant bookstore.

Barely a month, and it's
in every black coffee house,

and the white liberals are quoting it

at cocktail parties.

And every day they go unapprehended,

you give them stature.

Figure something out.
Figure it out quick.

(PENCE) Sir.

(Typewriter keys clacking)

(MANAGER) Miss McCrae?

(PENCE) Where are they?

Have you talked to them?

Have they tried to make contact?

Where are they?

Have you talked to them?

How many times are you gonna do this?

Have they tried to make contact?

Are you doing it on purpose?

Come to my work, take me out of my job

so everyone thinks I'm a terrorist?

Is that what your friends
are? Are they terrorists?

This one.

You know his story, huh?

Petty thug.

Stabbed a man over a few pounds.

Your girlfriend, she
fell close to the tree.

Her father's a communist
guerrilla holed up

in an Indian prison
for murdering soldiers.

Is this really the kind of filth

you want to get dragged down with?

Where are they?

Have you talked to them?

Have they tried to make contact?

You're going to tell us...

sooner or later...

however we've got to do it.

Pence.

(Buzz of chatter)

Take her back.

- Don't you want to have...
- Get her out of here.

Come on.

(CULLEN) You alright?

It's this block, yeah?

Yes.

(Handbrake on)

(Engine off)

Do you need me to walk you in?

It's alright, it's my brother.

If you know things... you
should tell them to Pence.

He can be...

He can be rough.

I'm not telling you that to scare you,

I'm telling you to tell you.

You shouldn't push him.

You shouldn't have killed my boyfriend.

(Engine starts)

- Who was that?
- No one.

That's not no one.
What's he about?

Please, not now.

(OMEGA) We're living in an age of fear.

Protests, counter protests,
police brutality in the open.

There's strife, but...

there are also considerations
to be made.

Dhari getting busted out of prison.

He'll be rounded up in a week.

(Scoffs)

That's what they said
about Eldridge Cleaver.

And now he's sitting
on a throne in Algeria.

Dhari's become the
embodiment of the cause.

He stabbed a man in a robbery.

You can't embody a cause
if you haven't got one.

I agree.

I agree.

But his is the name on everyone's lips.

And there needs to be an alternative.

Omega, you sound like you're writing

your own job description.

Why don't you do it?

Because I scare the shit
out of white people

and have no intention
of doing otherwise.

Yeah, and I have no intention
of getting into politics.

This isn't about politics.

This is about influence,
and you can't tell me

you don't enjoy being influential.

Now, somebody's gonna
take control of all this -

the establishment, the radicals -

or... brothers like yourself.

The art-school Nigerians that
the liberals find so curious.

You need to work on your sales pitch.

Come on, man.

You know, it's a few fundraisers...

cocktail parties.

A little bit of time
in front of the camera.

The subjects I would be speaking to?

Down with radicals,
up with elevated blacks.

I know your history with Jas.

And maybe that is what's stopping
you from being practical.

I'm my own man.

Well, you can either drive the narrative

or you can get dragged along by it.

And I am telling you,

if someone doesn't fill
this void quick...

..your ex is going to get us
all dragged along.

(Airplane engine roars overhead)

Savi.

(KENT) Have you heard from Jas at all?

The situation's getting a little uh...

..volatile, you know?

She's not making things better.

There are people asking me
to speak on what she's doing.

Protect yourself, you mean?

No.

No, there'll be consequences.

I just don't want
your daughter to get... hurt.

Marcus has taken advantage of her.

- You know, Jas, she's...
- She's passionate.

No, she feels guilty.

You know, she can't see past
the shadow of her father.

Yeah?

He's taken that guilt

and pointed it in the wrong direction.

(SAVI) And Jas did something desperate.

(KENT) Yes.

And now everyone's talking about her

and talking about her cause.

I'm just trying to help.

Her life isn't yours to save.
She's true to nature.

Which is more than you
can say for yourself,

Kentoroabasi.

That's your name, isn't it?

Not Kent, that anglicized bit of fiction

you created for yourself.

Kentoroabasi's just a bit too
long for formal documents.

A little bit too long,
a little bit too African.

That's why you and Jas wouldn't work -

you want to be an Englishman.

My daughter knows she has
a right to be British,

and that's a right she'll fight for.

They'll kill her, Savi.

Is that so hard for you to understand -

that some things are worth your life?

You shouldn't have come.

The police will be watching you now.

(TV) ...promised a full
inquiry into the situation

and is expected to form a
committee within the month.

Today marks the first day
of a London visit

by Rhodesian diplomats

who are expected to be residing

for the next week at Rhodesia House.

The purpose of their trip is a meeting

with the controversial
Conservative Monday Club -

vocal supporters
of the Immigration Act.

The Mission is seeking
support in their fight

against the ZANLA and ZANU -

Maoist radicals who have been
engaged in an ongoing war

with the white ruling government.

Group leaders Herbert...

(DHARI) Leroy's got something
for us - an action.

- What action?
- (LEROY) Brace yourself.

- What action?
- Go on, have some.

(DHARI) There's Some Rassclaats
that need attending.

They've been carving out territory,

started doing some business
with some white boys,

moving their heroin up
and down the block.

Just messing up brothers and sisters.

You know how I feel about that shit.

(MARCUS) So, we're to do what?

Go get 'em, shut 'em down.

That's got nothing to do with us.

(LEROY) Nothing to do with you.

I see three brothers here so it's
got something to do with us.

(MARCUS) We can't get involved

in someone else's row over drugs.

What we do has to be about ideals.

White boys using blacks
to sell their shit,

then take our dosh.

Some pig gets to stoving
your friend's head in

and you want to burn down parliament,

but council blacks get
used and you don't want

to do nothing about the situation?

(LEROY) Used to go correct niggers
all the time back in Newark.

Is that why you're not there any more?

You know, I killed a pig
during Revolution '67.

What the fuck did you ever do?

Hey, this doesn't help us.

(DHARI) We need money. What
do you wanna do, rob a bank?

I can tell you right now,
that ain't gonna end good.

Now, what we got here
is some punk-ass dealers

sitting on heroin

who ain't gonna say shit to the
police 'cause the police don't care.

What happens to the drugs after?

They get sent across town,
sold to some minted twits.

White man sends that shit down here

to pollute our children,
we move it on back to them.

You do all this talk
about worldwide revolution.

This is some real action right here,

up the block, where it matters.

Are you down or not?

(LEROY) Forget this fool.

Let him go back and suck some
German dick. Let him do that.

(Sighs)

- Okay, stay here.
- No, I'm going.

- No, you're not.
- Marcus, just stick with your plan.

We'll find a sponsor...

Look, an hour ago, you
said it wouldn't work.

- I was wrong, I admit it.
- Look, this isn't about you.

And this isn't about the cause.

You don't know what they're
getting you into.

Look, stay here. I'll be back.

(Door closes)

(Heavy thud)

(Lock smashes)

(Dog barks in distance)

- Who's that?
- A friend.

Hey.

You need to wear
your rough-boy face.

(Music blares)

Yo, Reg?
It's Chris, man. Open up.

- (REG) Chris?
- Yeah, open up.

(Door unlocking)

(Blows continue)

Who else?

Who else?

Look.

Go look.

- (Gasps)
-
Indian rope man

Come on.

It's alright. Come on.

Anybody else?

You know why I'm here?

Do you know?

What the fuck you doing, huh?

(Blade clicks)

What was you gonna do with that?

Nothing. Nothing.

He was gonna cut you.
What do you think about that?

Oh, I say it's bullshit.

He tried to slit your throat.

- No, I-I didn't. No.
- He tried to kill you.

He's lying, man. I...

Are you gonna let this
nig-nog get away with it?

I was just... I was just
joking. Please, man.

It's nothing. (Mutters)

(Music volume increases)

Please! No, wait. Just...

Please don't!

Please don't! Please don't do me!

Please! Please!

(Screams)

(Banging on wall)

(NEIGHBOR) Turn it off!
Turn that shit off!

(CULLEN)
"Law is never impartial.

The code of law

is the code of the dominant
and most powerful class,

made into laws for everyone.

It is implemented
by establishing armed organs

that are obliged to enforce

the prevailing class structure.

By such construction,
law is, by its nature,

subjective...

...and not objective."

It's well-written.

It's gibberish.

I'm just trying to understand them.

Understand what?

- I'm not saying I agree...
- No. What's to understand?

They talk about the...

...prevailing class structure, and that.

When I was a boy...

the signs on the shops said,

"No blacks, no Irish, no dogs."

That's where we were.

Better than the blacks,
but not as good as the dogs.

It was my pa who used
to get his ass kicked

just for being a ginger.

My mum who had to...

dodge hands when she was serving pints

at the local hooligans' pub.

No... "fair" nothing for them.

What I understand...

I understand feeling like the
whole system's rigged on you.

(Scoffs)

And did your mum ever
bust someone from prison?

(Sighs)

Did your dad ever shoot someone

to get what he
thought was coming to him?

(Sighs)

My father...

...his land was...

God's Country.

You asked me the parts I understood.

Darkest Africa in Fairest Mood.

When my father's father
settled in Rhodesia,

it was dead wilderness - nothing.

A handful of natives living
primitive, living wretched.

1900s, they didn't even
have the wheel yet.

That's how backward they were.

The settlers, they gave
them a decent life,

taught them farming.

Raised the blacks up from being savages

to working the land.

They didn't want for a thing.
That's a fact.

But all they had, it wasn't enough.

(Scoffs)

They started wailing.

Christ, when the black man
begins to wail...

The Brits and the Americans,

they called the government
"oppressors",

no matter the shit they put
on their own coloreds.

The Soviets and the Chinese,
they gave the blacks guns,

started filling their heads

with all this talk about revolution.

And now... the government's cut off.

The Commies fight
like cowards in the bush,

and the good blacks,

the ones who appreciated what
they had, they're the losers.

Left sticking their hand out for food

when they could have
been growing it on a farm.

(Phone rings)

That's what I understand.

That's what's coming here.

(OFFICER) Pence.

Not peace and freedom, not...

Kumbaya.

Just blacks killing whites...

...because we have, and they don't.

(OFFICER) Pence!

Pence.

Yeah, I'm coming over.

Where are you going?

Oi.

Are you alright?

(Jazz trumpeter playing)

- Worked out alright, then?
- Yeah.

Not too much trouble?

We had to pay off someone
to help us out.

(BAILEY) Well, that's coming
out of our pocket.

I told Leroy that the fee's flat.

How you have to sort it out
between yourselves

has got nothing to do with me.

(BAILEY) Hey.

Relax. People in here
don't see things.

- Are you hungry?
- I could eat.

You're becoming quite a celebrity.

Can't pick up a paper
or turn on the television

without hearing your name.

All this running around playing at
being radicals is a mug's game.

If you want to start getting
serious about things...

come find me.

You tortured that boy.

You should eat something.

You're gonna get light-headed.

They were children!

They're in need of better
parenting, aren't they?

Man, you just don't get it, do you?

Maybe his revolution's
only for the bougie blacks,

the rest don't count.

I'm just doing for you
what you did for me.

Let's go.

No need to be here
any more than we have to.

- What's he on?
- Nothing I'd know about.

He was like that when he came in.

I wouldn't serve him.

I thought he might dry out,
but just keeps getting worse.

(Pence grunts)

(Clock ticking)

(EMILY) You coddle him.

You do.

To begin with, you're never
around, and when you are...

...you're sentimental.

You look at him, you see
our baby, our little boy.

He hasn't been our little boy in ages.

I don't even recognize him.

But he's going to get fixed.

With or without your help...

I'm going to get him fixed.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Door opening)

Marcus, what happened?

Your man earned it,
acted like a soldier.

- Marcus, what happened?
- He was fearless.

We can pay the rent, get some food.

Shit, man, I could go for some beer.

- Don't waste the money.
- We can get more.

Or we can save what we have,

buy what we need, nothing else.

Man, who's the one giving orders, huh?

I'm tired of hearing lip from everybody.

You all need to figure
some shit out, man.

Marcus, what happened?

You wanted me to do something.

I did.

(Sighs)

(Ringing tone)

(Ringing continues)

(Beeping)

- (KENT) Hello?
- (Coin drops in slot)

Hello?

Jas?

Say something.

If you called me, you...
you want to talk.

Just tell me where - anywhere.

Jas, and I'll come to you.

Regent's Park.

- Jas.
- Stay there.

- No, I'm alone.
- Not for me, for you.

Stay there.

We need money.

(Sighs)

Jas, this...

this thing you're doing...

...it's not a cause.

I know how you feel about your father.

I know you feel so guilty.

(Scoffs) That would be
so convenient for you,

if I was just some silly little girl

with daddy problems.

I'm not working things out,
I'm working for change.

There is no change, Jas.
You haven't changed anything.

The police are still out...

Just stop being shallow
and scared and fight them!

Kent, we're in a bad way,

and if we don't get some money,

it's going to get worse.

If you really believe that,
then turn this around, Jas.

We just... we need
to buy ourselves some time.

And then what?

I don't know. We'll figure it out.

- I'm not giving you money.
- Oh, for fuck's sake!

I need money! Please?

- Jas...
- Kent...

We don't need to keep making
the same mistakes, Jas.

We were both wrong.

And now we can be different.

And what about Marcus?

You have no idea what
commitment really is, Kent.

Jas.

(Classical music playing faintly)

(Distant laughter and chattering)

(Voices talking inside)

Help you?

Can I help you?

(Cries out)

(Grunts)

(SECURITY GUARD) Help!

- (Gunshot)
- Help me!

(Music stops, room goes silent)

(Gasps of shock)

(Siren approaching)

(Sighs)

(KENT) This isn't who we are.

This... is not what we're about.

(Flashbulbs pop)

There's no one among us here who...

who supports oppression through racism.

Nor do we support random violence...

...in the name of uh... equality.

There has to be some accountability.

Those of us in the room
will hold all sides

responsible for their actions.

I know there will be those
that say that

we're looking to establish
ourselves as black leaders.

If that's what's required, leadership,

then that's what we'll be.

Leaders.

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