All language subtitles for In The Flesh s02e04.eng

I burnt the body.

The bones are buried
separate, no-one'll find them.

Henry may have been
involved with extremists

and made his way to one
of their training camps.

AMY: Simon is one of the 12
disciples of the Undead Prophet.

MAXINE: Victus has been
gathering intelligence on groups

looking to bring about another Rising.

They believe they need to find the
First Risen before it can start.

Whoever this First Risen is,

we want to find them
before anyone else does.

I don't like being here with you,
I'd rather be with my friends.

SHIRLEY: You need to find a nice
girl who'll take care of you.

The Goddess Ishtar.

Are you wanting the full
girlfriend experience again?

Hiya, sweetheart.

How was your day?

Amy is someone who needs
to see that she's loved.

So I show her love because I do love her.

PHILIP: Hey, what's the matter?

Nothing, I just...

Is it a bad thing that I
want you all the time? Sh.

It's perfectly normal.

I keep...

thinking about your hands...

touching me...

No, you mustn't be late for
the departmental committee.

They can't start without me.

Of course!

Oh, my God, Philip. You're so adept.

Oh, wait.

Please, let me try.

I want to give you pleasure.

Teach me.

Very well...

SHIRLEY: Philip, we've got a
visitor, Sylvia, can you come down?

What did you say? I can't
hear you with all that noise.

Philip! Philip?

Philip, now!

Am I the only one in this house... ?

SHE RETCHES What am I doing?

I called them at the school. I
said, "Henry won't be in today,

he's gone missing."

D'you know what they said to me?

"Thank you for your call,"
like it were nothing.

Here's Philip now.

It's like a bad dream, Shirley,

- I keep thinking I'll wake up and he'll have come back.
- Oh, darling.

I assure you, Mrs Lonsdale, that
everything that can be done...

I'm sorry, no, that Maxine Martin.

Well, I can tell when
someone's lying to me face.

"Henry's run off to a training camp."

He's not in any training camp.

Henry wouldn't join Cub Scouts,

not even when you were
troop leader, Philip.

I said to him, "Go with
Phil from next door,

"He'll look after you."
"No, playing Nintendo."

He's not a joiner.

The two things aren't necessarily...

Let me show you the
knack with that, Philip.

One is Cub Scouts, the other's
a terrorist training camp.

- Tell her you'll help her.
- How?

Well, your big village meeting's
today. Tell her you'll bring it up.

You're on the parish council,
you must have some sway.

Sway... Of course I have.

I can't upset the order of business.

It's an extremely important meeting.

MRS LONSDALE SOBS

Ms Martin's going to be looking to me to...

Oh, Philip says he'll look into it.

DEAN: You're stood there like that.

I come in, I shake your hand...

Shake hands.

I'm alarmed.

Your skin is cold to the touch.

Sorry about that.

Like in the brochure.

I'm sorry I caused your anxiety...

Where's Simon and Amy?

Simon's got more important
things to do, he's got a mission.

... and contact lenses on account of...

- To minimise.
- "... to minimise distress caused to living people."

"I've been administered
Neurotriptyline in the last 24 hours

and will not enter a rabid state."

You have to have it off,
otherwise what are you doing?

Scaring crap out of folk.

You need to work on your
mousse application an' all.

Long, even strokes, yeah?

Sit down, I'm giving you a six,

and that's being generous.

- Next, Amy Dyer.
- Not here.

Simon Monroe?

That's very clever, that,
innit? See how clever they are

when they get put on a noncompliants list.

Lesson there for all of yous, don't take the piss.

What happens when you've
got all the stamps?

Well, then, you've got all the stamps.

Get all five sheets and
there's an awayday...

to the seaside.

And you, get your mousse on.

After every f?te, I say,
"Wind it round your arm,

don't just put it away in a bunch."

"Don't bunch the bunting!"

I'm making a start on the fudge
today if you fancied lending a hand?

I can't.

I've got to go on patrol.

I didn't know you were back on patrol.

Am from today, 12 o'clock.

All these decisions that
you say nothing about.

How's going on patrol
going to fix anything?

How's it looking after your future?

And how can I help you
if you won't talk to me?

Mum, don't worry about me.

It's ok, I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

'Are you wanting the full
girlfriend experience again?

ECHOING: Again? Again?'

BUZZER RINGS

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

You're here!

I was getting worried.

I wasn't sure you were coming.

Leave the money on the dresser.

Em, look...

Look, I can't stay long.

Oh, shame.

You off out, Kier? You only just got here.

Oh, yeah, I have to.

Anything to report from t'workshop?

Just Dean Halton's guide to becoming
a civilised member of society.

All have to start somewhere, I suppose.

Yeah, I keep telling you, Dad,

it's not a start if it doesn't go anywhere.

It's just showing up for
that day's humiliation.

That's the workplace for you.

You'll be back by three, won't you?

Course.

I don't think I can make it, Mum.

Why, where you off to?

The bungalow.

Well, the plan was to
have some family time,

all sit down together for Sunday lunch.

Back by quarter to, then, eh?

- Bring someone.
- Who?

Well, one of your new
friends. Maybe that...

Amy, that nice unconventional
girl. They'd be very welcome.

- Yeah, I'll see.
- CAR HORN HONKS

I thought it was going to be family time.

ENGINE IDLES

Look.

They're not complete.

"Time of Rising?"

Well, what if they don't know?

Then they find out.

Tell them if the forms
aren't filled out correctly,

they'll be considered non-compliant.

MURMUR OF CONVERSATION

DOORBELL RINGS

Look at you, all done up and adorable!

Oh. Hi, Amy.

That's what happened the night I rose.

That's everything. That's all I remember.

Oh, yeah, you're late for church.

Thank you, Brian. It's a
great feeling, isn't it?

You know why?

Because the living have tried
to control us with shame,

telling our Rising stories...

is where we start to say no.

If we are serious about becoming free

the first shackle we have to throw off...

- is shame.
- Yeah!

ALL: Yeah.

No Rising story should be left untold.

Thank you, Brian.

You made it.

Welcome.

Seriously?

If everyone'll take a seat as
quick as you can, we'll get on.

Item number one on the
agenda is to introduce you all

to the brave men and women of
the Roarton Protection Service.

As you know, the RPS has been set up

in response to the alarming
events of recent days,

some of which, thinking about
them'd make your blood run cold.

There's Gary Kendal, he's the captain.

One or two other faces you'll know
from Human Volunteer Force that was.

It's the same thing.

LAUGHTER

It's a new service.

It will be carrying out
some of the same duties.

For instance, until the
perimeter fence is complete,

there'll be regular patrols

of the woods and fields around the village.

And remember, they're relying on
you as much as you are on them.

So eyes and ears open, and
anything you see, pass it on.

Undead walking around
without make-up and lenses on.

Not now.

- Lived here all my life.
- Rose Orton, you wait your turn.

- I don't want to be seeing that.
- ALL: No!

The idea behind calling this meeting

was for people to air their concerns

and for us to decide together,
as a community, what to do.

Now...

... who'd like to talk?

What are we going to do
about t' rotter knocking shop?

ALL MURMUR

Abigail Lamb told me all about it.

This is going on in Roarton?

The living... and those things?!

Why didn't you wake me?

I didn't like to. You seemed so peaceful.

Go on.

Abomination!

Those giving themselves over to fornication

and going after strange flesh!

I'll tell what you do.

I'll tell everyone!

What happened to Roarton?

Did we stop being who we were,

what we were known for the country over?

Are we like everyone else now?

- When did she become "we"?
- Do we tolerate this,

just put up with it?

ALL PROTEST

We used to be proud, vigilant!

We used to be an example to others.

Are we going to let this pass?

Maybe this was the wake-up that we needed.

I think we put a stop to
this as soon as we can.

I think we get organised,
we get down there tonight.

What... about... Henry... Lonsdale?

What... about... Henry... Lonsdale?

What about Henry?

Three days since my son's been home.

Mrs Lonsdale, everyone here sympathises.

I'm not talking to you.

Every word out of your mouth's
been a lie from day one.

I'm finished with you.

Philip Wilson said he'd speak up for me.

Seeing as he's not here,

I'll speak for myself to you,
my neighbours and my friends.

Out of the lot of you,
who's tried to find him?

Not one.

I have explained that we cannot
afford to devote our resources

to searching for someone who has
gone missing of his own volition.

That's more of it! More
lies spread against him.

What if it were your child you
didn't know were alive or dead

and when you asked for help
people just turn their backs,

don't even ask after
him or mention his name,

just carry on like he were never here?!

MURMURING

By the way, they're making
a list of noncompliants.

So not showing up to Give Back

probably isn't the great
idea you think it is,

or sending your followers
to it without cover-up on.

My followers?

All these brainwashed people everywhere.

Why?

Because they have something to believe in?

To me, Kieren, you're the
one that's brainwashed,

- just over a longer period.
- Yeah, don't do that.

What am I doing?

Whatever conversion technique
you're trying, I'm not up for it.

I'm not doing anything to you.

Do you know what's so annoying?

Is that you could be great...

if you could just be a
normal person for two seconds.

What do normal people do?

I'm serious!

I'm serious.

Tell me what you want.

I'll do anything I can to give it to you.

Because there's what I believe...

... and then there's you.

Ok.

(Ok.)

No.

You two are not allowed to argue.

You're going to feel so silly about this

when the three of us are best friends.

You're going to say, "Oh, we
should have listened to Amy.

Amy, the beautiful genius!"

You filled that half an hour ago.

- Did I?
- Yeah.

I'll just have to put it back out again.

What am I like?

Oh, no, no, no.

Hang on.

She's right out there.

I... I... Well, then she'll know.

(Look, if this is something we're doing,

I don't want her to find out like that.)

(I want to tell her.)

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

Just tell her soon, will you?

I am so sorry.

I was held up.

Did you know there was
a PDS brothel in Roarton?

No. No, I didn't.

- That's very concerning.
- You would have...

if you hadn't missed a
highly important meeting...

entirely.

Mrs Lamb has evidence.

So there won't be one for long.

Good. The reason that I was late...

So you wouldn't have to bring
up the Henry Lonsdale situation.

Why you would commit to
that in the first place...

The mother turned up... here,
shouting her head off.

It's getting out of hand.

She won't accept the facts.

This whole thing is disrupting
what we're trying to achieve.

You're her neighbour, right?

I grew up next door to her.

Ok, then.

Go to her.

Tell her I got you security clearance

and that you've seen the intelligence,

a confirmed sighting of
Henry in a training camp,

from a reliable source.

What source?

You don't understand.

We're at a crucial point now.

There are real dangers and
we need to protect ourselves.

We're galvanising now.

With this brothel thing and
the steps against noncompliants,

Henry Lonsdale is a distraction.

We cannot have that.

We cannot have distractions!

Things need to be ready.

What's the source?

I'm going to need you to do this, Philip.

If there's no source...

My understanding was that
you wanted to get ahead.

Did I get that wrong?

- No.
- Well, then.

It's just...

... there are limits, aren't there?

It's a simple instruction.

I tell you what, why
don't I give you some time

to think about your future?

There's to be a protest
outside the brothel.

You can meet me here just beforehand.

That gives you about...

five hours to decide what
it is you think you're doing.

There she is.

Stone-cold, shit-kicking, badass fox.

Shut up.

Excuse me.

You can't talk like that
to your commanding officer.

- Forgot about that, didn't you?
- Never said I was joining up.

But if you were to, I'd get
to see you in this every day.

I mean, it's good to have
Dean back and everything.

I'm not saying he's not a sexy bloke but...

it's not quite the same thing, is it?

So it looks like we have
no choice in the matter.

It's out of our hands.

He said I looked like freedom.

You don't think that might
have been more a metaphor?

I'm not a metaphor, Brian.
He was looking right at me.

Simon expects...

- What are you going to do?
- I'm...

I tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to make Simon proud.

MAXINE: You did the right thing
getting in touch, Mrs Lamb.

The tapes will take some sifting.

There are some people in this
village in for a nasty shock.

I'm sure that evidence of yours
will have a very deep impact.

I'll be around this afternoon
with a car to pick it up.

You going to be ok with this?

It's a patrol.

Are you sure?

Cos we don't have to go
anywhere near where Henry...

where it happened.

Right, good.

I reckon if we move fast, we're
out of here in half an hour.

15 minutes if we split up.

- Eh?
- You take that way, I'll take this.

Meet back here at ten to.

All right. Whatever you say.

Told you you're badass.

WIND RISES

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

BIRD CAWS

BIRD CAWS AGAIN

Gary?

Who's that?

Hey, wait.

Stop.

It's ok. It's ok.

SHE PANTS

You're ok.

So, nosebleeds, tremor
following administration.

Any other symptoms at all?

- This morning I tried to make myself breakfast.
- Hm.

- We don't eat.
- Oh! I'd forgotten.

I'm forgetting a lot.

Thanks for seeing me here.

Didn't want to go back to
Dr Russo because he's weird.

Oh, I think it's mainly shyness.

I didn't want the people
I live with to worry

and think that something's wrong...

if something IS wrong.

I'm not seeing any mention

of your particular combination
of symptoms or side effects,

whichever they are.

What we might do is tweak your medication.

Sometimes that works.

Now, here we go. Look.

"Halperin & Weston announce
positive results in clinical trials

for next-generation PDS treatments.

Subjects taking Neurotriptyline Plus

reported decreased incidence
of anxiety or nervousness,

lengthened sleep durations

"and less interpersonal distress

compared to placebo." They've been busy!

"Active ingredients are
Neurotriptyline lactose... "

SHE MUTTERS QUIETLY

It's more of the same, if I'm honest.

Give it a go.

BANGS WORKTOP

SHIRLEY: There you go.
See if that does the trick.

If not, pop back again, ok?

SIZZLING

Ow!

Shit! Bloody shit!

- Philip!
- Yes?

- This is...
- Already acquainted.

Yes.

Sorry.

No. Good to show 'em who's
boss every now and then.

I had a clock-radio once.

I let it get out of line. Hm.

It's my own fault, really.

I'd leave it alone for long periods...

during the day.

Right, then.

CLATTERING BEHIND DOOR

You ok?

SIMON: Just give me a second.

You don't have to do this.
We can forget all about it.

SIMON: No, you said you wanted
me to see your world, so...

I'm not holding you to anything.

SIMON: I said I'd do it. I'll
do it. It's part of the...

getting to know you.

Jesus Christ.

Is anyone around?

No.

SIMON: There'd better not be.

DOOR OPENS

Yeah, yeah. Start walking.

- How do I look?
- So bad.

Yeah.

- Thank you.
- It's ok.

He was looking right at me.
It's like he was asking me why.

Jem, keep it down.

I thought they were after me.

All of them. Everyone we ever did.

Do you want another?

Yeah.

Same again, please, Pearl.

Those are on me, Pearl.

That's very kind of you.

Debt of gratitude, mate.

Feel safer already, knowing
you lot are out there.

As far as I'm concerned, that
hand doesn't go in your pocket.

So as you know, that's not a house policy.

- Cheers, then.
- ALL: Cheers.

Good man.

I keep having bad dreams.

Henry is in them an' all.

Jem, look.

Henry's gone.

You just need to be in the here and now.

I mean, fuck's sake, we've all done stuff.

But dwelling on it is
only going to weaken us.

So, listen. Here and now
we're together and we're alive,

and that's two boxes
ticked for me already. Yeah?

Looks like there's a free
piss-up in the offing as well.

So knock that one back
quick and look thirsty.

SANDRA: Can't believe it didn't record.

You're a life-saver,
Mrs Lamb. Bereft I was.

I'll get this back to you
as soon as I've watched it.

Bye, now.

DOORBELL RINGS

Mrs Lamb?

No, I was wondering if you and I
could have a quick word. Please.

Look, I implore you.

Well?

There's something you need to know.

It's not too late to back out.

Can you stop saying that? Please.

I'm fine. I'm completely relaxed.

Is that your dad? Shit.

KIEREN: Say you like his jeans.

What?

- All right.
- Hey, Dad.

Simon, this is my dad, Steve.

Hi, Steve.

Like your jeans.

Thanks very much.

Er...

Sue, Kieren's brought a mate back. Simon.

Very nice.

Hello, Sue.

- Thanks for having me.
- Lovely to have you here.

Well, I hope you like lunch, Simon.

Er... sure. Er...

It's definitely in his top
three meals we don't eat.

MAN ON TV: You're happy to
stick with that finding, are you?

WOMAN ON TV: What are you
implying, Detective Inspector?

- Ms Martin!
- I'm terrible, aren't I? This time of day.

VIDEO PLAYER STOPS

I thought I was Roarton's
biggest Hard Graft fan.

- Abigail Lamb records them all.
- Mm-hm...

You've got the message, then?
Patrick Hughes. Victus central office.

A man with a very brusque tone, I must say.

MAN ON TV: I can understand
our friend here sustaining

one accidental bullet wound
while cleaning his gun, but two...

VIDEO PLAYER HISSES

Oh, no!

You've got to be joking.

What is this?

Where did you get this tape?

You should be very proud.

That's a fine, religious
young man you've raised.

Giving all that time to his outreach work.

All his good deeds in secret, too.

Trying to convince women
to turn away from sin.

He told me all about it. Do you know,

I don't think he would've said
a word if he hadn't had to come

and ask me for those tapes.

Still, we couldn't have people

thinking the wrong thing, could we?

ALARM BLARES

GROWLING

Come on.

Simon is going to love this.

He is going to freak when he finds out.

In a good way?

What do you think a blow
for freedom is, Brian?

GROWLING

Hey, there.

Get the lock off.

We're friends. We're like you.

ALARM STILL BLARING

GROWLS

Quick as you can, then, Zoe.

You're free. Yes, freedom.

Probably make a move sometime around now.

You're scaring them.

- Come, please.
- Zoe, seriously.

GROWLING

ALARM STILL BLARING

Slow down, Brian. You look like an amateur.

Cut-price alarm system!

My Sunday afternoon up in smoke.

ALARM OFF

SPRAY CAN HISSES

HISS

REPEATED HISSING

HISSING

Oh, no.

SHE SHRIEKS, IT GROWLS

DRAWN-OUT SHRIEK

This is nice. Thank you.

I always say you can't
beat a good bit of beef.

That sister of yours said
she'd be here by three.

Which, if previous experience
is anything to go by,

means any time between now and midnight.

No point in letting it go cold.

So, Steve, how did you and Sue meet?

Work.

Work.

- What about the two of you?
- The same.

Work.

I like the way he gave back.

SIMON: Yeah...

DOORBELL RINGS

- You make me feel good.
- Do I? Back at yer.

All right, Dad.

Gary's come for lunch.

If that's ok with you, Steve.

No problem at all. Very nice.

Kieren's brought his mate back.

Jem, do you want to change
at all before eating?

Not really. I'm starving.

Get stuck in is probably the best plan.

Cheers, Steve.

We've had a few pints, as it happens.

BOTH LAUGH

STEVE: This is Kieren's mate Simon.

Jem. And Gary.

All right.

There we are. More, the merrier.

Yeah, plenty to go around.

Yeah, well, there would be, wouldn't there?

Shall we keep it cool,
guys, while we're here?

No problem this end, pal.

Oi. Cheeky sod.

Did you manage to get all the
knots out of the bunting, Mum?

Finally.

They keeping you busy, Sue?

Sue's on the planning
committee for the village f?te.

It's all go, in't it?

Oh, yeah, plenty to do.

Not helped by a certain Maxine Martin.

What's Maxine done?

She thinks the f?te should have
a stand to commemorate the Rising.

As if they haven't got
enough to worry about.

Well, what's the problem there, Sue?

Well, most years we try
to avoid anything divisive.

It's worth commemorating, though, in't it?

Worth a little backwards glance.

People making the ultimate
sacrifice, acts of valour and that,

Jems here, included.

They should have umpteen
stands, all Jem's heroic deeds.

Well, it's mostly jams.

Have one for that time
in the Kitsons' place.

Do you remember that?
We were at t'Kitsons'.

There was nothing much to show
up there. I'm caught short,

so I nip upstairs to use the loo,
leaving my weapon, right? Big mistake.

And I shout down to you, don't I?

"Summat's up wi' drains."
Cos the smell's that bad.

Don't know how much toilet talk
we want at the dinner table.

I look round and there's this massive
big bloody rabid just coming right at me.

Must have been, what, 18st of him.

Been having a nap in t'bath.

You've outdone yourself here, Sue.

It explains the smell anyway.
But I'm backing into a corner.

Who else thinks Mum's outdone herself?

I'm climbing up on t'toilet bowl with nothing
but an electric toothbrush to defend myself with

when two more of them turn up. This
one shows up, Colt in hand... Boom!

Pops the first one there.
Brains across the tiles.

Everyone ok for creamed leeks?

Second one, top of neck. Fat
lad's still coming at me, in't he?

Me wi' me trusty toothbrush.
She walks up to it...

Click. Gun jams.

I'm like, "All right,
ok, good night, Saigon!"

Cool as you like, she
rips down t'shower pole...

Boom! Straight through t'eye hole.

But wait, no, no, no,
no. That's not it. This...

This rabid, this PDS sufferer,

starts going over like this.

"Argh!" Only t'pole's
still stuck in its head.

Hits me on t'way down.

I lose my balance, don't I? Both
feet end up in t'toilet bowl.

Boots wet, socks wet.

That what you did in the
war, is it? Kill people?

- Leave it.
- No, no, I won't.

I killed people, too.

I've a funny story of my own, actually.

I rose from the dead.

- And, then, after that I ripped people apart.
- Kieren...

Ok, maybe it's not that funny but you
can sit there and listen to it anyway,

like we did with you.

- Kieren, don't.
- Nah, you're all right, mate.

Listen to the story!

It's weird. First because
all there is is just darkness.

It's so dark.

Doesn't make a difference if
your eyes are open or closed.

What you think is that
you've been buried alive.

Kieren, please.

Not ideal.

That's proper... proper
panic, that. You know.

You hit out at the lid of the coffin
even though you know there's no way.

But then it starts to give.

You have to push your
way through all the soil.

Takes ages, doesn't it? Takes so long.

- Kieren...
- But then suddenly...

... something's different. You feel
the wind on the tips of your fingers,

and the rain.

Because before that you're not
really sure where you are but...

but now you know. And
you're pushing through

and then all this stuff
at once. The moon...

and this incredible storm blowing.

And the clock chiming midnight
and you're just standing there.

Nobody else around.

And all of it pushing into me.

No-one else. Are you sure?

No. But you know what I felt?

Were any other graves open?

No, the other graves are fine.
I'm trying to say something.

That feeling...

... it's like what being born must be like.

Except you've got context.

Because, honestly,

dead...

Everything... up until
then was fear. Everything.

Even when I was alive, just
different levels of fear.

And then it's gone.

And you're like, "Yeah, come
on, give it to me, fill me up!"

And you know what, Gary?

This hunger, this appetite,

I could not wait to get started.

That's enough!

Do you hear me? I will not have it.

- Did I cross the line, Dad?
- Kieren, please.

While they sit around
and high-five each other

about killing us, like it's a big joke!

Oh, no, that's fine with everyone!

I say one thing and that
is indecent?! I'm sorry,

but that is bullshit!

Come on, Simon.

- Come on!
- Yeah.

You do know I'm proud of you, Philip?

You'll do what's right by
Sylvia and Henry, won't you?

Yes, I will.

PHILIP: Miss Martin? I've
decided I'm not going...

Sandra Furness got this
tape from a friend of hers,

a woman called Abigail Lamb.

Mrs Lamb's had a bit of a
run on video tapes recently.

I expect that's why she
forgot what was on this one.

VIDEO PLAYER: '... Sustaining
one accidental bullet wound

while cleaning his gun, but two... '

VIDEO PLAYER HISSES

MAXINE SIGHS

Suddenly everything has become
very simple, hasn't it, Philip?

You tell lies all the time.

All you need to do now
is just tell one more.

And afterwards you can come to the
protest, maybe even say a few words.

And go back to being the
person you say you are.

You know where Mrs Lonsdale lives.

Time you got on with it.

TV ON

KNOCK AT DOOR

It's probably your brother...

... with another one of his funny stories.

Come on. Brothel protest.

We're not on tonight. It's
not going to take more than

one or two on security.
I already spoke to Maxine.

- Yeah, well, now she wants everyone there.
- Why?

In case tarts attack?
I don't know. Come on.

FAINT SHOUTING

- WOMAN: Your poor mam!
- MAN: No shame!

SHOUTING

GARY: Right, we're here
to give out a signal.

Let's get the job done.
And we don't engage.

We're not here for conversation.

You and Craig go round the back,

me, Sam and Andy'll go in the front.

All right, mate. Let's bag some rotters.

DOORBELL RINGS

Philip...

- Sorry to call so...
- Come in, Philip.

Is this what they meant when
they told us to integrate?

- MAN: Of course not!
- CROWD SHOUTS

Thank God we're waking
up, is all I can say,

because this is only a start.

As long as this illness goes untreated,

we are vulnerable!

CROWD SHOUTS IN AGREEMENT

Wait here. I'll go and
find out what's happening.

You, in.

Get in there.

Get up now. Get up now.

Keep them here.

- Come on, Jem, shake a leg.
- What are we doing?

The right thing, what everyone wants.

You heard 'em down pub. Folks
are counting on us again.

Listen, please. You don't understand.

If I go out there, I'll lose everything!

Not confused by that at all,
friend. Put him with the rest.

I'm going. Let's see if we can
hurry things along, then, shall we?

Come on, Jem.

CROWD SHOUTS

CHEERING

We've had some more information.

- There...
- Just... before...

Please sit down. Come on.

I tried to stop her, Philip,

but she's... she's put these
lies in my head that...

... Henry's maybe still out there.

It's not hope, it's the worst feeling.

It's dragging it out.

I know they're lies, but I
can't let them go on my own,

even though I know.

I know.

You've always been such a serious boy.

I'd see you playing out, even as a toddler.

Big frown on your face, like
something had just made you very angry.

Never saw you lash out, though.

Never saw you do the cruel things,
so I know you're a good boy.

All I need is some truth, Philip.

Please.

CROWD SHOUTS OUTSIDE

Right, then.

Let's have 'em.

CROWD SHOUTS

MAN: Disgusting! Swine!

Rotters this side, prozzies this side.

Nice, neat rows. Let
everyone see your faces.

CROWD SHOUTING

Can I have your attention, please?

Please, can I have your
attention? Thank you.

Thank you.

I think we should stop this.

MAN: Eh? Stop it?

- I think we should all stop pretending.
- WOMAN: Pretending?

You can only pretend for so long, and
then you're back stuck with yourself.

- MAN: About what?
- What I'm trying to explain is that...

if the idea that you
were ever a pure person,

it just makes everything
else so much worse.

It makes you so disappointing.

CROWD PROTESTS

People aren't pure.

We are not good any more than
they're evil or they're inhuman.

CROWD PROTESTS

Maybe we only have to pretend they're
bad because we have to pretend we're good.

But if we could just accept our real selves

and live with who we really are
and love ourselves, then maybe...

CROWD PROTESTS

... maybe we could accept
and live with and...

... and love.

CROWD SHOUTS

Forget it.

MAN: Hey, what are you doing over there?

He's been at it with rotters!

WOMAN: No, go on, get out!

CROWD SHOUTS

Big smiles, everyone.

Disgusting.

GLASS SMASHES

Who's there? Who is it?

(RASPING) A zombie!

Worse than a zombie!

What's worse than a zombie?

Two?

A drunk zombie.

Terrible news about the full
disclosure of your sex life, by the way.

Not going down brilliantly
with the townsfolk.

Your reputation's in tatters,
what with... necrophilia

and fancying rotters.

Nice boys don't do that!

No, thank you. I know
where that mouth's been.

How can you be drunk?

Power of suggestion?

Sense memory?

And I'm not really.
I'd say prepare yourself

for some sort of lynching
or social ostracism.

You're talking to me.

I'm very nice, though.

I also have a high tolerance
for idiots just now,

especially disappointed idiots.

I don't fancy people with PDS...

- as such.
- Right, just the sex workers.

I went to one sex worker.

One! What's one(?)

- Because she reminded me of someone.
- Who's counting?

Because I do like some people with PDS.

Very few.

You... in fact.

Don't worry. Not long now.

I'm awake, too, so it's no good
thinking about gnawing your own arm off.

I thought maybe I could
leave that to you, given...

I didn't know you made jokes.

I don't.

PHONE RINGING TONE

PHONE PICKED UP

SIMON: I've found the First Risen.

You should see him.

He's beautiful.

LINE GOES DEAD

SIMON SIGHS

PEARL: Admit your guilt and we'll
hand you a suspended sentence.

- KIEREN: I didn't do it, Dad.
- They've threatened to send him back to Norfolk.

I didn't do it!

There's a cure?

With your help, there could be.

Is all this necessary, John?

What did I do to her?!

ELECTRIC FIZZING

He's not turning rabid.
He's had some bad news.

AMY: I don't want to live as
a rabid. It's no kind of life.

You're fine, you're fine,
you're fine, you're fine.

Simon, my son, my 12th disciple.

I've chosen you to change history.

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