All language subtitles for In The Flesh s02e05.eng

- If we are serious...
- You're late for church.

That's enough!

- Oh, did I cross the line, Dad?
- Kieren, don't.

While they sit around and
get to high-five each other

about killing us like it's a big joke!

They'll be in the treatment
centre in a couple of days

and that's the best place for them.

You think things are better
in the treatment centre?

Tell me what you want.

I'll do anything that
I can to give it to you,

because there's what I believe...

and then there's you.

ZOE: Simon expects...

- BRIAN: What are you going to do?
- I'm going to make Simon proud.

Whoever this First Risen is,

we want to find them
before anyone else does.

Just standing there, nobody else around.

No-one knows? Are you sure?

I've found the First Risen.

You should see him. He's beautiful.

ARGUMENT IN BACKGROUND

KNOCK ON DOOR

Good to see you again, brother.

- You're certain he's the one?
- I am.

He spoke of his redemption
from the earth clear and true,

others bore witness.

And there's something incredibly
special about him, Julian.

He's everything the Prophet
said the First Risen would be

and so much more.

THEY LAUGH I'm proud of you, Simon.

You found him.

- And the Prophet?
- He's proud of you too.

Sit.

He has a message for you.

Simon, my son, my 12th disciple,

I've chosen you to change history.

You were in bondage when we
first met, I set you free.

Now you must do the
same for all our species.

You must sacrifice the First Risen

on the 12th hour of the
12th day of the 12th month.

The First Risen must be destroyed,

only then can the Second
Resurrection occur.

It has to be done, Simon...

... for the greater good.

(Yeah.)

Good luck.

ARGUMENT IN BACKGROUND

The brochures promised
a PDS-free environment.

Well, I'm very sorry
but what do you expect...

Here's what I'm talking about.

Them lot walking around,
barefaced, it's not on.

Do we have a problem?

Do...

we...

have...

... a problem?

No.

No, we don't.

Dropped your bag, mate.

Some people, eh?

ARGUMENT IN BACKGROUND

ECHOES: You must sacrifice the First Risen.

HISSING AND WHIRRING

The First Risen must be destroyed.

... must be destroyed.

BEEPING

WHIRRING AND BEEPING

RASPING

That's 50 millilitres. Up the dose.

Another ten won't make any difference.

It's not working, John.

BEEPING

It's stable, Victor.

Just because we want to believe that...

It's stable, Victor.

The subject is unresponsive,
just like all the rest of them.

We can't delude ourselves any longer.

DEEP BREATH

Where...

- ... am I?
- RAPID BEEPING

Hold up!

Can I help?

- You've got one, haven't you?
- I beg your pardon?

You've an Undead in there, correct?

I have a son with
Partially Deceased Syndrome.

Then you're at risk.

That Freddie Preston
stopped taking his medication

and went completely rabid,
almost murdered his own wife.

If your son goes wild

and you haven't taken
the proper precautions,

it's on your head.

- Steve?
- Huh?

Are you all right?

No. No, not really, Sue, I'm not.

I just keep thinking about
what Kier said he did.

Well, we all took extreme
measures during the Rising,

- didn't we, Steve?
- Yeah, I know,

but we were defending ourselves.

It turns out we were defending
ourselves from people like him.

He didn't know what he was doing!

He takes his medication
every day, doesn't he?

Yes, at one time he was unbalanced.

But... he's back to normal now.

- What's going on, son?
- Nothing, Dad.

DOORBELL RINGS

I can't look at him when he's like that!

Kieren Walker...

- ... you're under arrest.
- Arrest?

GP's were broke into yesterday,
rabids were let loose.

They attacked the
receptionist, she's in hospital.

Jesus! I didn't break
in to the GP's surgery.

It's not me who needs convincing. Come on.

- Hey, hey, where are you taking him?
- Parish council want to question him.

- You can't just drag him off like this.
- Sue!

Orders from Miss Martin.
I've got to bring him in.

- Mum? Dad?
- Are you just going to stand there?

What can I do?

What she says goes.

DIALLING TONE

RINGING TONE

Hello?

Can you just give me a
second, please? I am trying...

- CLICK
- Oh!

You're fine.

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

You're listening to Roar FM,
coming to you from down the valley.

First topic of the day
is, of course, Hard Graft.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- 'Now we... '

DOOR OPENS

SHE SIGHS

- What's wrong, Ms Martin?
- I'm all right.

Let's get you a cup of tea.

Parents can be the living end.

I don't speak to my
father very often, but...

... when I do, it's complicated.

I don't like talking to mine neither.

They're always jabbering on and
on, can never get a word in edgeways

and I'm lucky if I get to speak
to my brother once in a blue moon.

- I have a brother.
- Do you?

Older or younger?

Younger.

He's very dear to me.

They're never around when you
need them most, though, are they?

- Where's his accomplice?
- Looked all over for him.

There's no sign.

Ms Martin was very insistent
that they were tried together.

What can we do if he's scarpered?

All right.

- Let's hear it from you, then.
- Hear what?

The confession.

- Nothing to confess.
- Rubbish.

You and that Irish one broke
into the GP's and let loose rabids

- that mauled the receptionist.
- That's not true.

It saddens me that you've
been so led astray, Kieren.

You and your accomplice were
seen coming out of the GP's

after the mauling.

Me and Simon worked together
at the GP's a couple of days ago

and we haven't been back since.

Did you enjoy your time
at the treatment centre?

Cos that's where you're
headed if you don't confess.

- You can't send me back to Norfolk!
- Want to bet?

"If a PDS sufferer is suspected of
breaching their terms of release,

they must be reported

to the Department of
Partially Deceased Affairs,

whereupon the non-compliant
patient will be detained

for their own safety and
the safety of others."

I haven't breached my terms of release.

"PDS patients who pose
a threat to themselves

or members of their community

are considered dangerous

and the proper authorities
should be notified."

You and your accomplice have been
deemed a threat to your community.

- I'm not a threat to the community.
- Are you the community?

Yes, I am the...

I don't understand the question.

It's simple.

I'm asking you, are you the community?

- No.
- That's right, you're not.

We are the community

and we have deemed you a threat to it.

Now, admit your guilt and we'll
hand you a suspended sentence.

If not...

... it's off to Norfolk you go.

All right. What about Simon?

Once he's found, he's being packed off.

Now...

confess your crimes.

I didn't do it!

- Good Lord!
- Ow!

What a monster!

ARGUMENT IN BACKGROUND

TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT

You're not going to be like this for ever.

- John...
- You wanted to see how he'd react.

He's reacting.

Everyone happy with the test
subject's emotional response?

We have you on a drug...

... a new drug we've synthesised here.

It's making you more hu...

It's making all of you...

... more like you used to be.

It might even stop the war.

There's a cure?

With your help, there could be.

You were the first to respond
to the chemical compound.

That's very promising.

What do I have to do?

Allow us...

... to continue experimenting on you.

Ok.

Does my family know what happened to me?

I don't want them to see me like this...

No, I... I promise they won't.

... until I'm fixed.

Until you're fixed.

Ok.

We're going to stimulate
the parts of your brain

that have reacted to the drug.

Get some readings.

Is all this necessary, John?

It is, Simon.

All part of the healing process.

Starting the procedure... now.

CURRENT INTENSIFIES

- JOLT THUMPS
- Steady, Victor.

CURRENT INTENSIFIES

- JOLT THUMPS
- The current is too high.

CURRENT INTENSIFIES

- MONITOR BEEPS
- He's going into seizure.

- Cut the power.
- I can't.

ELECTRICITY BUZZES

SIMON GROANS

Dr Halperin?

Dr Weston?

John?

Can anyone hear me?

Hello!

You were the first and the last.

You are the one that liveth and was dead,

and behold, you are alive for evermore.

- Who's that?
- You're what's meant to be.

What's happening? What's happening?

They're lying to you,
Simon, they're lying to you.

They'll say anything to survive.

Don't trust them.

HE GRUNTS

Just a power surge, Simon.

You're all right.

You're all right, you're
all right, you're all right.

You're all right.

I must be losing my mind.

What's wrong with you?

Same thing that's wrong with you.

Why did you allow yourself
to be treated like a puppet?

John and Victor are helping me get better.

- You believe that?
- It's the truth.

Better from...

... what?

We're not infected

and we're not sick.

The person who pulled the curtain on me...

... all they were trying to do
was survive a little bit longer.

That's the driving force at
the core of every human being.

Forget morality and ethics
and all the other bullshit

they say they're striving for.

The living just care about surviving...

... as long as humanly possible.

It's a pitiful...

... pitiful, desperate existence.

We're better than that.

We're free.

We are the first and the last,

and behold, we are alive for evermore.

You heard him too?

Believe him, Simon.

Don't touch them!

This is my place. I can
touch anything I want.

Amy! Amy!

- You sure you're all right?
- Yeah. I'm fine.

Just, um, took some sheep's
brains last night to loosen up,

bad hangover.

SHE SOBS

- SHOUTING
- Should be in chains!

They're animals, they're all animals.

INSULTS CONTINUE

Never trust a rotter!

Get back in your graves!

- You bringing your weapon tomorrow, then?
- Beating The Bounds?

Oh, aye. Are you?

With those wild beasts still out and about,

abso-bloody-lutely!

I didn't do it, Dad.
I've been falsely accused.

For Christ's sake,

they're threatening to
send him back to Norfolk.

Right, so you should sign the
confession and have done with it.

- Go along to get along, son.
- No, no.

I'm not confessing to
something I didn't do.

You were pressured into it.

We all do daft things to join the in crowd.

Bloody hell, I've done my
fair share of rebelling...

knock-a-door-runs all over the place.

Did Simon put you up to it, love?

No, Mum, he didn't.

Cor! You're supposed to be my family,

have my back, no matter
what. I expect it from them,

- but to be put on trial by my own family?
- Whoa!

Let's call a clock out here.

I've got to get on those
decorations for the fete.

I'm late for work. I was
hoping you could stop in.

- How can I, Steve?
- All right, all right.

Have you calmed down now?

You'll behave, won't you, if
we leave you here on your tod?

HE MOUTHS

- 'You're listening to Roar FM.'
- BANGING

'We've got Trevor on the line. Hi, Trevor.'

- 'How do, Dave?'
- 'What's your PDS point of view?'

'Well, I'm concerned.'

'There's a piece in paper
today about these PDS sufferers

becoming tolerant to their medications.'

- 'Scary stuff, Trev.'
- 'Terrifying.'

- DOORBELL RINGS
- 'I wouldn't be surprised.'

'I trust the scientists as
much as I trust the Government.'

'Me mother's migraine
pills stopped working.'

Hey.

So, what are you up to, then?

I'm, um...

... just doing a spot of DIY.

Wow. The excitement never
stops in the Wilson household!

Going on a day trip.

Was wondering if you
wanted to accompany me.

What about the travel ban?

Where do you think we're going, Timbuktu?

Where are we going?

Somewhere crazy.

- Have you never played crazy golf before?
- No, first time.

You're a putting natural!

- Maybe I'm just lucky today.
- Whoa, there, Tiger.

Crazy golf is a game of skill.

Wouldn't be an Olympic sport if it wasn't.

I'm not sure it is an Olympic sport.

- Why not?
- Don't know.

Maybe because it's called "crazy golf."

Table tennis is called Ping-Pong,

and that's an Olympic sport.

Perhaps if the crazy
golf people got together

and came up with a more
serious-sounding name, like...

... elaborate obstacle golf,

you see then... then the Olympic
body might make it a proper sport.

It is a proper sport.

I don't care what the gods of Olympus say.

Stupid gods.

Are you ok?

It's ok. I don't feel
anything. Don't feel the cold.

- Can you feel that?
- Ow!

Can't feel a bloody thing.

I'm sorry.

It's ok.

I forget meself.

What's the rush?

- What?
- You're really good at this,

and if you take that shot
then you're going to win...

and the game's over.

Isn't that the point?

The point of a game is to keep on playing.

Well, yeah, maybe.

But if we don't finish it,

it sort of becomes pointless, doesn't it?

Tell you what, Tiger.

You get another hole-in-one,
you get a kiss from the loser.

That would be me.

SOFTLY: Focus, Phil, focus.

I wanted it too much.

Summat's brewing, no doubt, Miss Martin.

I tailed him, like you asked.

He crept into city, met this other
dodgy-looking rotter at an hotel.

I lifted them off him.

Good work, Captain.

Did you read this?

Thought you'd want to first,
chain of command and all that.

What do you reckon?

Looks suspicious, all right.

- Do you think he's planning an attack?
- Could be.

At this juncture, nothing
should be ruled out.

Fucking hell. Miss Martin,

you say the word and that
rotter is as good as gone.

I swear down I will plant
that bastard six feet under.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I'll look at the evidence and
assess the immediate threat.

Until then, you keep your
eyes and ears to the ground.

And, Captain,

let's keep all of this classified.

You must sacrifice the
First Risen on the 12th hour

of the 12th day of the 12th month.

The First Risen must be destroyed.

Only then can the Second
Resurrection occur.

ARGUMENT IN BACKGROUND

- It's time.
- John, you said...

Progress has been...

- slower than expected.
- Slow?

Nothing's changed.

I'm still like this.

That's why we've provided you with
contact lenses and the foundation.

You promised they
wouldn't see me like this.

You promised.

As part of the programme,

all patients must complete this exercise.

It's out of my hands.

John...

John, please!

BUZZER

TANNOY: Dr Penrose to block
C. Dr Penrose to block C.

John! Giles Weir, Minister for...

So, you're the one they've
sent to keep us in line?

That makes me sound like kind
of a killjoy school matron.

No, no, doctor. Think of me as a...

a patron of the grand
sciences, if you will.

Huge fan of your work.

Your chemical compound has
brought the war to a full stop.

Well done.

Hmm.

- You say you're injecting them now?
- Every day.

It's quite a simple procedure.

It could be done at home.

- Really?
- They're not ready.

What's that?

They aren't ready to go back into society.

What my colleague is trying to say...

For all intents and purposes,
they are reanimated corpses.

And if they miss a dose of the drug,

they revert back to their rabid state.

They're not cured.

We can't cure what they have.

And what do they have, Doctor?

They have a very unique set of symptoms.

At a push, you could call it a syndrome.

But, honestly, that only
scratches the surface.

They're not of this world,
but, partially, they are.

In a lot of ways, they're
a superior species.

So they're sort of... partially dead?

I wouldn't use the word "dead."

Well, deceased, then.

They're partially deceased.

Oh, I like the sound of that, don't you?

Sounds manageable.

BUZZER

We've only got 15 minutes.

Hi, Dad.

You can speak?

The doctors didn't...

... didn't say you'd be able to do that.

Oh.

They keep me in the dark, too.

What's that?

The doctors here, they...

... keep things from me, too.

Right.

Where's Mum?

Where is she?

You don't remember?

Remember?

You came home...

What?

That night.

What did I do?

- I can't do this.
- Dad...

Dad!

Dad, what did I do to her?

ELECTRICAL FIZZING

He's not turning rabid, he's just upset.

He's had some bad news.

Bad news?

He killed his mother
in his untreated state.

Oh, dear.

Shocking, what they're capable of.

Where's Simon?

SQUELCHING

I don't want to do this any more.

You hear me?

I don't want to do this any more.

Please.

Hello?

Is someone there?

Do you see now?

The living have nothing
to offer you but lies.

They're desperate men
with desperate schemes

and you do not belong with them.

You belong with your own kind.

Only then will you find salvation.

Only then will you find peace.

SIMON MOANS SOFTLY

Simon?

Christ.

FOOTSTEPS

- What are you doing?
- Looking for Simon.

Have you seen him?

- Uh-uh.
- If the patrols catch him,

they're going to take him
back to the treatment centre.

What's wrong?

Love the new look you're
rocking. Very handsome, handsome.

Does he like it?

How do I look?

- Moregeous.
- You have to say that...

you're my BDFF.

BOTH: Best dead friend forever.

Look, Amy, um,

about me and Simon...

It's ok.

Sorry, Amy.

We'll talk later.

- I'm under house arrest.
- House arrest?

God...

- This place is going to hell.
- You're telling me!

- Kieren Walker?
- Yeah?

Nothing.

Take care.

I mean it.

Your belongings.

Ready?

BUZZER

Dad.

Um... I haven't got anything in for dinner.

I could go and get us something, I suppose.

- Fish and chips?
- Aye.

Aye, all right.

Where should I... ?

- How's the fish?
- It's good.

Thanks, Dad.

This haddock's a bit tough.

Our usual place...

... during the Rising...

Well, it's not there any more, so...

I had to go someplace else.

HE SNIFFS

"Since you were gone, my barren thoughts

have chilled me to the bone... "

Dad?

Um...

What happened to Mum...

- I didn't mean to...
- All right.

I just...

- I just want to say that I'm...
- I said all right, Simon.

(Yeah... )

MUFFLED SOBBING

HE GROANS

HE SOBS

Dad?

What's going on?

You don't deserve to look at her.

- GLASS SMASHES
- I want you out of this house.

GET OUT!

Where the hell have you been?

I was just about to let
Dean know you'd gone.

If he'd have done that, Kieren...

I had to go out, Mum.

Where did you go? Can you
at least not lie about that?

Mum!

I went to look for Simon.

It's happening all over again, Sue.

Someone puts a spell on
him and it ends in disaster.

Mum, can you tell him I'm
not under anyone's spell?

How can we ever trust you again, Kier?

You can start by not
siding with the mob, Dad.

I'm just concerned for
this family's safety.

You're scared of me?

I am.

I'll admit it. When
you're acting like this.

Acting like what?

I don't even recognise you any more.

This is who I am.

Jesus Christ!

THUNDER RUMBLES

RAIN SPATTERS

SQUELCHING FOOTSTEPS

- Amy?
- In here.

I got your message.

Thanks for coming.

You know you've got a tear
at the top of your tent?

Small potatoes in the
grand scheme of things.

Was I supposed to bring a sleeping bag?

During the Rising...

... did you ever kill a rabid?

During the Rising, I was more
a back office sort of bloke.

It's ok if you did.

Actually, it's better if you did.

No, I never killed anyone.

Not even a sort of... mercy killing?

No. Why?

Put them on me.

Pick up the screwdriver.

Not until you tell me what's going on.

Um... I'm... I'm...

I'm currently at Terminal 5.

I've got my suitcase packed,
I'm in the departure lounge,

I just need to get on the plane.

Do you understand?

No.

I've become immune to
the medication, Philip,

the drugs aren't working any more.

And not long from now,
I'm going to go rabid,

and there's no chemicals out
there that can turn me back.

I don't want to live as a rabid,

going around hurting people
without a thought in my head.

It's no kind of life.

I'll call Dr Russo.

It's no good. Once I turn, I
turn for good and then I'm stuck.

Stuck like that for ever.

It's a fate worse than death.

That's why I need you to put
me down before I go rabid.

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

Lord, please, give me a sign.

- KNOCK ON DOOR
- Come in.

Sorry to disturb, Miss Martin.

I was just wondering if you wanted
to come downstairs for the finale.

- Finale?
- Me detective show... Hard Graft.

Shop'n'Save's best cava for the big night.

Oh, Clive, you shouldn't have.

It's a big occasion, innit?

Final episode of Hard Graft.

That were on last night.

I know, Mum, but Sandra didn't
get to watch it last night.

So I recorded it and we're
watching it tonight, aren't we?

Too bloody right we are.

- CAVA POURS
- Oh, God!

I get to find out who the killer is.

Are you excited, too, Miss Martin?

Edge of me seat.

Thanks.

I've not been out of the
house all day, have I, Clive?

She locked herself in bedroom.

Didn't come out till an hour ago.

Just in case I heard anything.

I've made sure that
nothing can spoil it for me.

Rude!

Sandra, you left out Mum.

She don't drink. She can't drink.

- It'll go through you like last time.
- I can have one.

- Sandra, give her a glass, eh?
- No!

Cos in an hour I'll be
cleaning up her mess.

No way. Not tonight. Tonight's
my night. She gets nothing.

Detective Inspector John Graft,

thank you, you rugged
Yorkshire hunk of stuff,

for bringing a little bit of
excitement into all our lives.

Now on with the show.

- TV ON
- John Graft's dad is the killer.

I saw the finale last night.

Turns out John Graft's dad
were the killer all along.

He was the one who killed
the ex-police captain

cos back in the '80s,

the captain beat up all the
dad's mates on the picket line.

Saw that plot twist a mile off.

Told you it was silly buggers.

- SHE SHRIEKS
- You rotten, evil hag.

- Sandra...
- Shut up!

You, you're a devil sent
from the bowels of hell.

- CONNIE CHORTLES
- Ever since that night,

ever since that night when I
saw you rise out of your grave,

you've been a torment to me.

Love, we said we would
never talk about that night.

Tough! She started it.

You saw the Rising?

You saw them rise up?

Yeah.

I bloody saw them.

I saw those rotters
rise up out of the ground

with my very own eyes.

It was midnight.

I was in a Vauxhall Corsa having
it off with Jimmy Redmayne.

No, we do not say that name in this house.

Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim! Jimmy!

Lovely, bearded Jimbo Redmayne.

He gave me pleasure.

Incredible, illicit, sexual pleasure.

What have you ever given me, Clive?

Apart from a failing B&B,

some knock-off cava

and a half-dead mother-in-law
who's going to live for ever.

I'll drink to that.

SANDRA SOBS

THUNDER RUMBLES

- I think this is it.
- Oh, God.

- SHE GROANS
- Now!

Now, now, now, Philip!

Wait!

My face... my face is wet.

- RAIN SPATTERS
- My face is wet!

My face is wet!

So... ?

I... I can feel it.

I can feel the rain. I
can... I can feel it, Philip.

- Do you still want me to... ?
- No, of course not.

I'm feeling again.

I'm... I'm not turning rabid.

What's going on?

I don't know.

TV ON

It might be better if he goes back
to the treatment centre for a bit.

Maybe you're right.

It's his decision in the end.

He can go back to Norfolk
or admit he's done wrong.

It's up to him.

You're sure?

That's the first person you
saw rise from their grave?

I'm sure, Miss Martin.

I witnessed the Rising
with my own two eyes.

DISTANT SIREN

PHONE RINGS

Hello. It's Simon.

I'm ready to follow.

DOG BARKS

This is where you belong.

Welcome.

Oh...

God wiped away all the
tears from their eyes,

for when they were redeemed from the earth

they are like angels that are in heaven.

ALL: Rise.

Rise.

Rise.

HE PANTS

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