All language subtitles for This Is Not My Life s01e07

A memo from Stephen requesting login
to central database.

Request is to a Mrs. Hobbs.

File request, Jessica Wilmot, Services.

Service files are a Safeway
Security Options...

Shit!

This might all be crap, but
she isn't and she needs you.

Did you know about this?

- Isn't that Kyle?
- Yes.

Keep your head down, go home.

Richard Foster, Regional Director,

Safeway Security Options.

The client was attacked by your men.

Given mistakes were made
on both sides here,

I'm prepared to keep this between us.

Can I ask how she's doing?

- Stable...
- You're safe now, I promise.

I mean, if it's my fault that you're here,

- it's up to me to help.
- You really want to?

Anything.

No, Alec,

we cannot do this.

You're the only person I can talk to,

and I can't afford to mess this up again.

So maybe I save her, and
she loves me for it.

Because I'm a hero,

and even though she's
had a really hard life,

she's still a beautiful flower,

like in that old movie, you know.

It's a classic, it's got...

it's got Julia Roberts in it.

Erin Brockovich. Yes.

No, no, no, no.

The other one.

She meets the rich guy
and they go shopping.

Pretty Woman.

Pretty Woman.

Yeah, yeah, classic.

Because he saves her and
she loves him for it.

You have an emergency call

from personal systems.

I want to be that guy.

I'm on my way.

Hey, it's okay.

Gordy's here. Come on.

Come on.

You're safe now.

Well done, Gordy.

Uh, well, it's one kid that
won't go wandering away

from the school camp
again, that's for sure.

Her parents called.

They wanted me to pass
on their appreciation.

Just glad I could help out.

I've been keeping an eye on you, Gordy.

You're a different man these days.

How do you mean?

Jessica, isn't it?

We're together now, yeah.

And she is what?

A cleaner?

She's smarter than that.

I'm sure she is.

Keep up the good work, Gordy.

You never know where it might lead.

She knew your name. She knew your job.

Sounds like she's more
interested in you than me.

She's not my type. She's my boss.

Ah, but what if she ordered up a fling

- with the guy in the office?
- Gee, a stud.

That's how it is around here.

You showing me that file
on who I was before,

it's the best thing that's
ever happened to me.

Because now you're as paranoid as I am.

I'll go with motivated.

Nobody gives me crap about you, not ever.

What's so funny?

You really are my knight in shining armor.

Are you taking the piss?

You rescued me, even saved a little kid.

It's a dream come true.

What about you?

What do you want?

That's a mystery, isn't it? Who am I?

So we find out.

Alec said there's no file.

Maybe he doesn't know everything.

Who is he anyway? He's just some desk jock.

Let's not talk about him, eh?

I just want you to be happy, Jess.

As happy as I am.

So fake.

I like the blonde. She's stupid.

Yeah, but she has the nicest hair.

Would you like another drink?

Alec?

Hey.

I said would you like another drink?

What's wrong with you?
You're so jumpy these days.

Yeah, just stuff in my head,

- work stuff.
- You want to talk about it?

Uh, well, I might go for a walk.

I can come.

Or I might just do some
stuff in the garage.

Perhaps you might even finish that
doll's house one of these days.

Maybe.

- Alec...
- Hey, Natasha.

Alec, are you all right?

Great.

Yeah, apart from the bit
where I expect to be

dragged away any minute.

Has something happened?

No.

And it won't as long as
you don't do anything

to draw attention to yourself or me.

Who else can I talk to?

No one. I thought we were
quite clear on this.

Please don't call me unless it's important.

I'm sorry I can't take your call right now.

You know what to do.

Hey, it's me.

Hey, it's me.

If you get a chance, can you call me?

I miss you.

I think I know what your problem is.

You do?

Hobbies.

And I don't just mean messing
about in the garage.

I think you need something
to help you decompress,

because you haven't really been the same

since you gave up golf.

Yeah, just wasn't me anymore.

What about tennis?

- What about it?
- Oh, you can laugh.

But guys can't just meet and
talk the way that women do.

They need an excuse, like sport.

Or a hobby?

You don't have to listen,

but I know I'm right.

- Alec.
- Gordy.

- Are you following me?
- Why would I need to?

I can find you anytime I want.

Yeah, well, we really
shouldn't be seen together,

so, you know...

Where did you find it?

The recording of me before Waimoana.

Oh, you mean, where you wanted to do
cut-price James Bond, rescue the blonde...

Where?

Jess is never gonna be happy
till she knows why she's here.

There wasn't a file for her.

- Well, you're holding back.
- Why would I...

The library.

That's crap.

It's not in personal
preferences or magazines.

It's with Mrs. Hobbs.

Mrs. Hobbs?

No way.

Looks can be deceptive.

Look, you want to play action man,
go for your life.

But if you care about Jessica,

you won't draw attention to her.

And you can talk.

Thanks for that.

Request file,

Mrs. Hobbs locater ID.

Access to this locator ID is not available.

Refresh.

You have entered an incorrect request code.

- This terminal is no longer activated...
- No, no, no, no, no, close.

Close. Shit.

Gordy, I thought you were off today.

Yeah, I was just catching up on something.

Why are you interested in Mrs. Hobbs?

Is there a problem?

Just answer the question, please, Gordy.

Well, there was an unusual
activity at the library.

I couldn't locate the source,

so I assumed there was a
problem with the calibration.

I figured I'd just eliminate everybody

who had a legitimate reason to be there.

That was very diligent of you.

Thanks.

So what did you discover?

Mrs. Hobbs' locater ID appears
to be malfunctioning.

There is no malfunction.

Mrs. Hobbs is a special case.

Special how?

Your system will be reset shortly.

Oh, and, Gordy, now that you're here,

would you mind staying
around for a bit longer?

- I kind of had something...
- I'd rather you stayed.

Sure. Sure, no worries.

If you're there...

I have to talk to you.

Jessica?

Hi.

Hi.

Did you get my message?

Yeah.

Can I come up?

- I'll leave Callie.
- What?

- No.
- I'll do it.

Do you actually know anyone
who is divorced in Waimoana?

Oh, yeah, Jude, my PA.

I bet it was before she got here.

She was probably married to some dead shit
and wanted to get out.

Good guess.

It makes sense. If people order a new life,

it probably doesn't include
some messy break-up.

We can try.

They'll make you do
counseling or give you drugs.

And if that doesn't work...

If Callie ordered a loving family man,

that's what they'll give her.

What if you wanted a nice wife and kids

with a bit of excitement on the side?

That's not me.

You can't know that.

And Gordy is not so bad.

He wants to save me. Maybe I need saving.

Maybe I ordered up a kia ora pizza.

Where is this coming from?

I screwed up everything.

- No.
- Yes.

I nearly got you caught and me killed.

If you do this, they'll replace you,

and I wouldn't even know.

Hey, at least, I get to play
the hard-boiled femme fatale,

even in a grunge uniform.

Who doesn't play a role?

Who really gets a choice in any life?

Oh, you'd never choose Gordy,

not in a million years.

I can get used to him.

And if not, there's always one choice

they can't take away from me.

I'm gonna get us out of
here, I promise you.

But you can't...

Neither of us should make
promises that we can't keep.

I love you.

And tell me you don't love me.

I just have to do what I have to do.

And sure, we can wish it wasn't this way,

but it is and...

let it go.

There's nothing else you can do.

Thanks for waiting, Gordy.

Kia ora.

- Richard, Richard Foster.
- I'm...

Yes, I've been hearing
all about you, Gordy,

and your extracurricular activities.

Look, there's an explanation for that.

Hmm.

Well, I look forward to
hearing all about it.

Was I right about this lamb?

It's the real deal.

Tastes good to me.

Delicious.

So...

Gordy, Personal Systems wasn't
exciting enough for you.

No, I didn't... I didn't mean to...

So you have to go out and muster your way
into Safeway Security Options instead.

We take our job very seriously.

I didn't even know

that Waimoana had security options.

That's because we're
very good at what we do.

See, the good folk of
Waimoana don't like to know

that they are being kept
secure, they might...

Well, they might get a
bit nervous, they might

wonder what we are keeping
them secure from.

Do you know what we're keeping
them secure from, Gordy?

No, I don't, I don't.

Well... not from each other.

I mean, it's a Wellness issue.

I mean, you'd have to be sick in the head
to try and cause trouble in Waimoana.

Yeah, of course, you would.

But there are outsiders out there

that just envy our way of life.

I mean, they'd ruin it if they could.

And we have to make sure
that they don't get any help

from...

poor misguided bastards on the inside.

Gordy...

how'd you like to join our team?

Your team?

Well, you've been doing great
work, from what I hear.

I mean, lost kids and stray campers.

Isn't it time you stepped up
and played with the big kids?

Come on, Gordy, what do you say?

You down for a challenge?

Sure. I say bring it on.

Bring it on.

Good night. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Dad, I'm not a baby anymore.

Well, you're still my favorite daughter.

That 'cause I'm your only daughter.

Love you, Daddy.

Love you, too.

Don't give me that look.

Hey, did Stephen get hold of you?

What about?

I think he was interested in a boys' night.
Maybe you should call him.

Gee, that's a coincidence.

All right, yes, I was talking to Hope,

and actually she mentioned that
Stephen was at a loose end.

So, yeah, I thought you...

You're right.

Maybe I do need more interests.

- You actually think I'm right?
- Yes.

Can you say that again?

Yes.

I need to do something.

I could go crazy otherwise.

You want to get an early night?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

I won't be long.

Okay.

Can I smoke?

Sorry, need to smoke.

I want a husband.

I want children.

I want a nice house.

I don't want to give a shit about anything,

you know, except cutting school lunches.

I want a husband who will love me...

as much as I love him.

What I want is to be loved.

- Oh!
- Holy shit!

Still up?

Yeah.

I heard a rat, chased the
little bugger over here.

- Sorry.
- No worries.

Live and let live, eh?

They get in my compost.

Ah, you see, everyone's got a role,

everything has got a place.

Eh?

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm great.

I live in the greatest place in the world.

Just ask the rats.

Yeah, okay.

Good night.

Alec...

when I'm feeling anxious, I go fishing.

Calms the nerves.

A hobby?

That's really good thinking, Roy.

That's a great idea.

Yeah.

Well, great to meet you, Gordy.

We're always looking for new blood.

You too.

Great dinner.

Looking forward to working with you.

Need a ride somewhere?

Actually, I might walk.

Big meal.

You keep in shape.

Good for you.

Oh, where will I actually be
located, physically, I mean?

Well, we'll keep you in
Personal Systems for now.

Let's see if we like each other
before we move in together, eh?

And like I said,

we don't exist.

Hey, Gordy...

Jessica Wilmot...

how's she doing?

She's good.

Yeah, I heard she had some problems.

Mental health problems.

It was her medication,
some sort of bad reaction,

but it's sorted now.

I'm sure it'll be fine, but...

lay off till I talk.

Okay?

All right, sure.

My man.

I meant to be here earlier.

- It's no big deal.
- Something came up.

- It's not like we're married.
- I'm not meant to say...

but I've been promoted.

- Congratulations.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's pretty flattering.

But it does put me in a
position where I might be able

to find out more about what's
going on for you, I mean.

What is this job?

I don't exactly know,
but it's definitely an opportunity.

- Yeah, definitely.
- Great.

So...

have you eaten?

Yeah, yeah, big meal out.

Okay.

Shall we get to bed?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, I'd like that.

So here we are.

Have fun.

Thanks. So what now?

I have no idea.

You're Richard's puppy now.

Login Gordon Leach.

Welcome, Gordon.

How can I help?

Request file, Jessica Wilmot.

History.

Medical or personal?

Prior to Waimoana.

This portal does not have access

to the information you require.

Do you wish to contact
Safeway Security Options?

No, no, no, cancel request.

Gordy.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

What's the point of being the boss

if you can't keep civilized hours?

No problem.

I just wasn't sure what I
was meant to be doing here.

Have a seat.

What I'm about to tell you
is beyond classified.

Are we clear on that, Gordy?

Yes. Yes, absolutely.

Good.

First thing you need to know is

that every screen in
Waimoana looks both ways.

Both ways?

You look in and Johnny looks back out.

Johnny?

Johnny is the computer.

Well, it's not just any computer.

He's AI.

Artificial intelligence.

It's awesome intelligence.

Allowing any person access to the network

would be a violation of a
basic right to privacy

written into the Waimoana
mission statement,

verified by independent auditors,

blah, blah, blah.

I'm sorry.

I'm not sure... what's
this got to do with me?

That's a good question.

That's why you're here, Gordy.

We humans are creatures of habit.

We eat, shit, work, sleep,

eat, shit, work, sleep.

To Johnny, these are just patterns,

and when these patterns are disrupted,

Johnny notices.

Login Richard Foster.

Welcome, Richard.

Access Johnny.

This is Johnny.

Say hello to Johnny...

for voice recognition.

Right. Hi, Johnny.

- Hi, Johnny.
- How are you today?

Here we go.

A log of aberrant activity.

Select a locator ID.

Go ahead.

Fa'assi, he's a gardener.
When he's not working,

he's usually at home watching TV,

yeah, but lately he's
deviated from this pattern.

He's left his place of work
early to go and meet...

William.

This is a UM, unusual movement.

Johnny notices.

However, it looks pretty innocuous.

Discount or investigate?

Uh, discount.

That will be my recommendation.

What, even though he's bunking
off during work hours?

That's a labor issue.

Our focus is internal security only.

And what do I do if I see something
that is security related?

Report it to Safeway Security
and we'll take it from there.

Have a nice day.

Oh, and, Gordy,

if you're tempted to spy on your girlfriend

or anyone else...

- don't.
- Well, I wouldn't.

It's not a legitimate UM and
Johnny won't allow access.

And he'll report any violations...

to me.

Ciao.

Oh, we can't wait to hear
your response to this.

Usual signature.

Send.

And you are major wankers.

Hey, mate.

Do you want to meet up
for a drink after work?

Why would I want to meet you?

Does a mate need an excuse?

Remind me, what's your favorite bar,

I'll meet you there.

Hey, mate. Great to see you.

Yeah, good day... mate.

Same again. And...

- Just a beer.
- Thanks.

So why am I here?

Well, you've been here before.

Let's spend some time together.

Hopefully, Johnny won't
pay too much attention.

Who's Johnny?

So you don't know everything.

On my tab.

Johnny is AI.

Awesome intelligence.

He watches us through
every screen in Waimoana.

Shit.

Shit.

Don't worry.

Johnny only pays attention if we deviate

from our normal behavior.

It's bottoms up.

So why are you telling me this?

Jess is never gonna be happy
till she finds out who she was,

and where she came from.

That's your fault, you owe her.

So you want my help?

Did you really not find
anything out at the library?

No, I told you.

You might have been holding something back.

You mean in your Harold Robbins world?

Who?

Don't you read the classics?

Piss off, you smug bastard.

I gave you Johnny. I didn't have to.

Okay.

Your file was there, and my wife was there,

but there was nothing on
Jessica or on me, okay?

Why not?

I was in a hurry, maybe I was
looking in the wrong place.

- I don't know.
- Okay.

Okay, you're a clever
bugger, I'll give you that.

Jamming our locaters
probably saved our asses.

Locators, you mean, the trackers,

the chips in our heads.

Yeah, they're called locators.

- Yeah, we call them trackers.
- Who is "we," dipshit?

The people who matter call them locators.

Well, call them whatever you like,
to me they're a tracker.

And Johnny doesn't give a
shit what anybody calls them.

Pretty sure he keeps a track
of us through our locators.

Not if I block them.

Okay, makes sense.

Well, explains why he hasn't
picked up on you so far.

- Pure luck.
- Eh?

But there are some people out there

that don't have locators at all, like Mrs.
Hobbs and others.

And maybe they're the ones

who know what the hell is going on here.

Are you as smart with computers as you say?

What do you have in mind?

Hi, you must be Gordy.

I'm Callie, Alec's wife.

- Sorry for the early start.
- Oh, come in.

Alec, your mate's here.

You actually talked him into
a day off to go fishing?

Yeah, that's right.

How did you guys meet?

Through a friend.

Yeah.

- Sort of my girlfriend, actually.
- Oh, really. What's her name?

Jessica.

The cleaning girl?

Hey!

Gear's in the garage, through here.

That was a great idea,
socializing with a mate.

Well, you have a great time then.

Yeah.

We got two hours from... now.

His car is still here.

He said he liked to work civilized hours.

You know that recording of
me, I mean, before Waimoana.

Yeah.

How do you reckon I got from there to here?

Well, maybe it's part of the deal.

Like I agreed to have my
memory wiped or whatever.

Yeah.
If life outside was bad enough.

It doesn't matter.

We're here now.

We got to make the most of it, eh?

Oh, here we go. That's him.

We're on.

Hey, hey, back off.

Back off, we're getting too close.

Where the hell are we going now?

Shit.

Must be a prohibited zone.

Anybody gets too close,

their locator ID triggers an alarm.

Location and Rescue collects them.

Any idea what's really in there?

No.

There's only one way to find out.

We got less than an hour.

Doesn't look too hard.

Could be some kind of motion detectors.

If there are,

they're probably set off
by our track... locator ID.

That's got to be a guess.

Yeah, call me psychic.

Otherwise they'd waste a lot
of time chasing pigs and cats.

Now we could work our way around the back,

see if there's another entrance.

No, not this time. Let's go.

We got 20 minutes.

Can you believe it?

Just as well he didn't take a dump.

Okay. We are officially here.

We got to get back inside that place.

Yeah, it's gonna be tight, Two hours max.

Alec, is that you?

Oh, that's the ball and chain.

Hey, thought I heard you back.

Did you catch anything?

No, we got bored.

Is fishing code for early
drinking or something?

Well, it's nice you made a new friend.

Yeah.

Is that what I am, a friend?

Not a chance.

Now how about you show me

how you do that jamming
thing with the locator?

Sure. Might come in use tonight.

Tonight?

Yeah.

How's your poker?

Well, this is a turn up.

Should I be covering the
TV screen or something?

It should be okay.

We've both been here before.

Two mates going fishing.

But...

you know you don't have to do this.

Yeah. I think I do.

Got those pantyhose, babe?

- Do you want me to put that in the pack?
- No, I got it.

Should I be worried about you guys

with your mutual interest
in women's underwear?

That's fine.

So where exactly is this place?

It's best if you don't know.

Well, whatever we find, we'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

Be careful.

Are you worried about me or him?

I'm with you, aren't I?

Well, we should get a move on.

Right.

Have fun out there, boys.

And keep those home fires burning.

There's three guards in the area.

There's two...

And here's the other one.

Unless there's anyone else
in there without an ID.

We'll have to take a chance.

Sure that's gonna work?

Hopefully.

It'll send them chasing ghosts.

Oh, my God.

Did she really wear these?

You don't want to think about it.
You really don't.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes! Get in!

So who's winning?

Too easy.

Human error is a wonderful thing.

Buy us time.

And hallelujah, it's the old game.

Welcome to Safeway Security Options.

Search Alec Ross.

This file is not...

Oh, for...

Yeah, right, what you do best.

Uh, file request, Jessica Wilmot.

Yeah?

Yeah.

What does it say?

What?

She was convicted of murder,

two victims, a male and a female.

Tried and sentenced to death
according to district court,

commuted to second chance in Waimoana.

Let me in there. There's got to be more.

They're still here.

No, wait. Hold off until I know more.

She's better off not knowing.

I need details. How? What happened?

Um...

Uh, court records, Gaulton.

Please confirm identity.

No, no, no, you can't, you can't.

No, listen, we can't tell Jessica this.

It's not gonna help her.

She's got a right to know.

Please center yourself

and watch the blue dot for iris.

They'll know we're here. Oh, you idiot.

I'll clean up when I'm finished.

Iris scan successful.

Confirm identity as John Sheridan.

Who?

My name is John Sheridan?

Except apparently I'm dead.

I've a daughter who died in
the same accident that I did.

Her name is...

Hannah.

Becky is Hannah.

I'm not gonna let you mess with Jessica.

Not anymore.

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