All language subtitles for White.Teeth.S01E04_English

Archie, we stand at
a moral crossroads.

This is the notorious devil
of Dachau, and we must act.

Our children will be
born of our actions.

This is your destiny, Jones.

Embrace it.

That's far enough.

Get down.

I'm gonna kill you, you
filthy, murdering Nazi bastard.

I am a scientist.

You are a soldier.

We each do what we must.

What is your name?

My name?

Is it too much to know
the name of the man

who is about to take my life?

Archibald, my
name is Archibald.

[GUNSHOTS]

Run.

Run!

Archie, you did your duty.

[THEME MUSIC]

Samad.

No, Archie.

I will not meet him.

I will not have
him in the house.

He's not my son.

He's a space alien
in a waistcoat.

I told him, Archie, as
long as you're my son,

you will live in my house.

And you know what he said?

I prefer to live
with the Malfens

so I can concentrate on my work.

I let him go.

I let him go and live with
that interfering old sow.

You see if I care.

I have no brother.

Allah [INAUDIBLE]

Marcus.

Magid.

Good god.

I know.

I know.

This is--

You haven't heard from
your brother, have you?

I have only just arrived
in the country, Mrs. Malfen.

Oh.

I'm off to deliver Josh's mail.

Joyce.

Up here is my office,
where you'll be working.

It's all in good order
now, thanks to Irie.

I don't hold out much hope
for her academic aspirations,

of course, but she's a
pretty good secretary.

Is she still as beautiful
as I remember her?

I know about that,
but she does have

the most tremendous breasts.

Well, there he is.

I'd hope to see this wondrous
being in the fur, so to speak.

I'm sorry.

He's locked away in a
secret vault in the country.

We couldn't have $8 million
worth of mouse scurrying

about in an attic in Willesden.

Of course, but his value
to the future of mankind

goes far beyond only
mere financial concern.

Oh, Magid, I wish my
family understood that.

Joyce seems to spend all her
time worrying about where

your bloody brother's got to.

And as for Josh, well--

MAGID: Still no news?

No.

Well, yes.

Yes, he appears to
be living in a squat.

A very un-Malfenist strategy.

Still, what matters is that
your work must go on, Marcus.

Freud, Einstein, Crick
and Watson, the bus

is not yet full.

There's an empty seat.

Ding ding, room for one more.

Thank you, Magid.

Magid.

Irie.

It's good to have you back.

I have missed you.

So what about our
press release, then?

The world famous geneticist,
Dr. Marcus Malfen,

is now ready to unveil the
wonder of Future Mouse.

This genetically improved mouse
will remain on public display

for its entire lifespan.

Visitors will be able to watch
the mouse develop various forms

of cancer and then die, all at
precisely preordained times,

not to mention a few other
entertaining surprises

along the way.

Good, good.

I'm still not sure
about entertaining.

It's got to be
accessible, Irie.

Can I suggest a coda?

To the effect that Future
Mouse ushers in a new phase

of history, where man is no
longer a victim of the random,

but instead master
of his own destiny.

I'd be honored if you
would draft it for me.

What about entertaining?

Come on.

I'll show you to your room.

I've managed to persuade my
mentor to come to the launch.

Your mentor?

Yes, my old biology
Professor at Kings.

Amazing chap.

Total recluse.

I owe all my life's
work to his--

Shh!

Oh god.

Look at this, man.

It's a chicken.

It's unbelievable.

They make me sick.

They go on about rights
and freedoms, yeah,

but they eat, like, 50
fucking chickens a week.

Those bastard hypocrites.

Do you know how
battery chickens live?

It's a complete crime, but
you try telling Dad that.

God, he is so smug.

You ever notice that?

Yeah.

I can't tell you how
things have changed.

I feel as if I've-- I've
really found myself.

I wanted to talk to
you before, but I

just can't stand being with
Millat scrounging around,

you know?

Millat's gone.

Yeah.

God, Irie, you've just
gotta meet these people.

They're completely incredible.

They know who you are?

I mean, who your dad is.

Don't be absurd.

You know, Joely,
she's so incredible.

She's bringing situationism
into animal rights in such a,

like, new and-- and amazing way.

Have you shagged her yet?

Well, no.

She's still married to that
tosser Crispin, obviously,

but I'm-- but I'm working on it.

You look amazing, you know.

Really.

I do?

Yes, really.

Millat's mad.

Yeah.

Hello?

Comrades?

Comrades?

Joely, hi.

What's up?

Master Malfen, oh yes,
your mumsy-wumsy popped by

to drop off your mail.

Still think we should
hear what he has to say.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Joely,
he's the son of the beast.

Oh no.

The only question is.

What do we do with you?

Millat, Brother Ibrahim
wants to speak to you.

Rule one, Brother Millat?

Remember always the glory of
Muhammad, peace be upon him.

Rule two?

Immerse oneself in the Quran.

Rule three?

Be ascetic in one's habits.

Sleeping quarters,
Brother Millat,

are subject to regular searches.

Marijuana, masturbation,
and alcohol, Brother Millat,

are a government
conspiracy to weaken

the powers of our best men.

Forgive me, Brother.

I haven't seen a
woman for weeks.

A test is common, Brother
Millat, a test of your very

deepest mettle,
something that will

prove your loyalty
beyond any doubt,

and bind us together forever.

This is not the time for
forgiveness, Brother Millat.

This is the time for action.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Mrs. Iqbal?

Mrs. Iqbal?

Now, I know we haven't always
been on the best of terms.

Look, this is just
too important to let

your feelings get in the way.

I've been speaking
to my therapist.

He said that Millat has terrible
mental scarring, that it's

absolutely vital that
he and Magid should

meet so that their
conflict can be resolved.

Surely, you can see that the
twins have to meet each other.

We have to persuade
Millat to come home!

Home?

Whose bloody home?

You can hardly expect him to
come back here after you've

burned all his things, can you?

This whole damn mess
is your bloody fault!

Stupid English girl.

You let those fundamental
bastards steal him away

from under your stupid nose.

And all the time your
snooty bloody husband

is poisoning my
other son with all

the dreaming spires bullshit.

Is that not enough for you?

With all due
respect, Mrs. Iqbal,

the dysfunctionalism
in your family

predates any involvement of
ours, thank you very much!

Magid.

Yes?

You will tell me if you
hear from Millat, won't you?

I won't hear from him.

My brother shuns me
because I am an atheist.

He has converted to
Islam, and I to science.

We have found our truth.

If you wanted to meet,
would you see him?

Millat demands unconditional
surrender, but you know that.

You love him.

Have the tickets for the launch
arrived from the printer's yet?

Don't use the bloody phone!

I told you before.

What happened to your face?

We must keep the line free at
all times in case Millat calls.

Don't worry.

He won't.

I'm not cross with you, Irie.

I know you're only saying
that because you love him,

even though he doesn't love you.

Listen, Joyce.

Why don't you worry about
your own family for once?

I mean, what about Josh?

When was the last
time we saw him, eh?

Those people he's with, you
don't know anything about them,

do you?

Why don't you think
about that for a while

and keep the fuck out of
anyone else's business?

Josh is only trying to get
a little bit of attention

at the moment,
just like you are.

Joely, Joely, I
swear, I'm not a spy.

I'm one of you, I am.

I've converted.

I've renounced Malfenism.

What the fuck's Malfenism?

I hate him more than you do.

Joely, you've got to believe me!

Well, I'd like to, Josh.

I really would.

But we're gonna
need some proof.

Crispin's devised
a little test, Josh.

See if you really are one of us.

Brothers, the hour is at hand.

A great evil has come among us.

In Willesden, there is a
man, brothers, who aspires

to take the place of Allah.

And his name is Malfen.

This infidel, brothers,
has taken Allah's mouse,

and he has dared to change,
to adjust, to modify it,

to create a new animal,
brothers, one which has no name

but is simply an abomination.

Today, a mouse,
brothers, tomorrow a man.

Such is the way
with the unbeliever.

And who in this godless society
will stand up and stop him?

Who, brothers, will make
the necessary sacrifice?

I will.

Takfir.

Allahu akbar!

Takfir.

Allahu akbar.

Takfir.

Allahu akbar!

Takfir.

Allahu akbar!!

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Abu.

I want you to know that I'm
not here of my own volition,

but because your mother told me,
begged me to deliver a message.

Magid, your mother wishes you
to meet your brother, Millat.

I am aware of his name.

Oh yes?

Ridicule me?

My own son?

Have you never read the Quran?

Do you not know the duties
a son owes to his father?

Samad.

Your mother also particularly
wishes that you not

speak of this to
the Malfen woman,

in case she thinks
it was her idea.

Why should I not meet him?

He was always the favorite.

What?

It was you I sent
home to Bangladesh.

Precisely!

So?

The thing is,
Magid, Millat's come

home especially to see you.

Interesting.

I'm curious as to what
might have engendered

this shift in policy.

What is your opinion, Archie?

Sorry, what?

Should I meet my
brother or not?

Go on.

Answer him.

If he would rather have
advice from an old fool

he barely knows than
from his own father,

then let him have it!

Heads, he does,
tails, he doesn't.

[SINGING IN GERMAN]

May I help you?

Uh, Dad said that I could
have some tickets for

the-- the Future Mouse thing.

No, Josh.

You're trying to
steal tickets so you

and your animal rights
friends can wreck the launch

and embarrass your
father, aren't you?

Um.

Top drawer on the right.

Help yourself.

Irie, thank you.

You're incredible.

Well, I do have the
most tremendous breasts.

Millat.

Sit down quickly.

We're just having some curry.

Where have you been?

May I say, sister, it is good
to see a Western woman who

respects herself, and
doesn't prostitute

her body to the
rapacious glasses

of every passing white man.

Woman.

Uh, thanks.

You see, sister, released from
the shackles of male scrutiny,

the woman is free to
be who she is inside.

Here, take a leaflet.

I'm going to meet
my brother tomorrow.

I want you to come.

Come on.

You've changed.

You too.

So you're going
through with it, yeah?

It is a great project.

It's an abomination.

Our desire, brother, is only
to improve the lot of humanity.

It was all very well for
you safe at home with Irie,

but I was banished to
Bangladesh, where I found

myself prey to
every passing whim

of nature, every
hurricane and flood,

every illness and disease!

And now, now I have
a chance to help,

to improve our thoughts in
the random lottery of life.

Millat, is that so wrong?

Seems to be going pretty well.

Well?

Tomorrow, I want you
to bring some tickets

for the Future Mouse
launch round to my brother.

What?

I've convinced him that
Dr. Malfen has been unfairly

maligned, and he now wishes
that his colleagues in the sect

should have an opportunity
to hear our arguments.

Well, you can't say
fairer than that.

[PHONE RINGING]

MARCUS: All right, children,
this is it, the big day.

What time's the old boy coming?

He's not an old boy, Irie.

He's my friend and the
world's leading geneticist.

Pardon me.

I should be back by
the time he comes.

Now, try not to do
anything stupid.

Don't take his
rudeness to heart, Irie.

He's simply nervous.

Now, do you think five tickets
will be enough for my brother's

colleagues?

Better make it 10.

You know, Irie, you
look very nice today.

Thank you.

[HOLLERING]

OK, now that we've
got the tickets--

and personally, I think
that dispels any doubts

about Josh's loyalties-- we have
to decide what to do with them.

We've got to take
Malfen out, definitely.

Make a point that
will shock the public

and force the whole scientific
community to think again.

Fear is the key.

Right.

What's the point in
freeing the mouse, anyway?

Plenty more where
that came from.

Couldn't be more
wrong there, Crispie.

It's unique.

It cost a fortune and
funding's run out.

Future Mouse has
to be a success,

otherwise the backers
will pull out.

In short, this launch is make
or break for the entire research

program.

So liberating the mouse would,
in fact, be a fatal blow.

Exactly.

But that bastard thing's
got cancer, hasn't it?

Thanks to your daddy.

If we get it out, it'll just
die in pain somewhere else.

So, Crispin, what you're
saying is that you wouldn't help

a political prisoner
to escape if he

or she had a terminal disease.

I think he's got
a point, Crisp.

Yeah.

Right.

Let's put it to a vote.

Not yet, Laddie.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Millat?

Millat?

I, um, I-- the tickets for
the launch of Future Mouse--

Yeah?

Do you want to see my breasts?

Yes, please, sister.

Mwah!

Mwah.

Clothe yourself, sister.

HOw can I respect you when
you don't respect yourself?

What?

How can you offer
it to me like that?

And make so much noise?

Are the women become men?

Are they meat upon the shelf?

I love you.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Irie!

Are you OK?

[SOBBING]

Irie.

Irie.

You know me, brothers.

For 18 years, I
owned the most famous

halal butchers in Willesden.

And what did it profit me?

Incites robberies, assaults,
firebombings, burglaries,

vandalism, idiots
trying to commit

suicide outside my front
door-- these were my rewards.

So when I heard the words of
Brother Ibrahim, when I heard

him tell me there
was a war going on,

I thought to myself,
no fucking shit!

Yes!

BUTCHER: At last, somebody
was speaking my language!

CROWD: Yes!

BUTCHER: After 18 years,
brothers, I want some payback!

Yes!

Then let it be so.

BUTCHER: Brothers, the entire
world decays around us.

Everywhere men wallow in
fornication, corruption,

and vice.

You see it on
television every day,

every evening, every night.

We are being indoctrinated,
fooled, and brainwashed.

CROWD: Yes!

BUTCHER: I want some action!

Yes!

Hello, sir.

Marcus, it is good
to see you again.

Ah, Professor, I would like
to meet my young protege.

Magid Mahfooz Murshed
Mubtasim Iqbal.

I have heard much about you.

I cannot thank you
enough for taking

such an interest in my family.

I am a scientist.

I take an interest
in everything.

I'll show you to
your room, Professor.

You must be tired.

Marcus, about the launch.

Yes, Professor.

Absolutely nothing has
been left to chance.

Security is watertight,
and I can assure

you no one, not even a mouse--

A mouse, hah!

Will get past our
ring of steel without

special numbered
tickets which have

been issued only by my office.

Brothers, let us
praise the martyr.

Praise him!

He's sent by Allah himself.

There's no god but Allah!

Hey, Malfen, remember me?

Blam!

Hello, Nannah.

It's Irie.

Listen, it's about the
Future Mouse launch.

We've got a couple
of tickets left here,

and Dr. Malfen has asked me
to give them to the Witnesses,

so you can hear his
side of the argument.

I'll send them around now.

Then I drag Malfen
Jr. down to the front.

Help, Dad.

He's got a knife.

Please give him
the mouse, please.

Then Malfen hands it
over, and maybe I should

just punch the bastard out.

Uh-uh.

The vote was clearly to
rescue the mousie, Crisp.

OK, OK.

Then I'm out of there,
past the photographers,

through the press.

And tomorrow morning, I
will be on the front page of

every newspaper on the planet.

Samad.

Millat is coming with us.

The more the merrier.

And so is Samad.

Samad!

[SHOUTING]

Not you, asswipe.

He has to be able to
recognize you, doesn't he?

For Christ's sake, Joely, we
wanna get there in one piece.

[SIREN WAILS]

Crispin.

Shit.

It's pigs.

OK, everyone.

Just keep cool.

Haven't got a thing on us.

Just nice and cool,
nice and cool.

[KNOCKING]

Good evening, Madam.

Are you aware your nearside
brake light is broken?

Oh, no.

Sorry, Officer.

This your vehicle, Madam?

No, yes.

Do you mind opening up
the back doors, please?

Remember, keep cool,
and we'll be fine.

Bastard pigs!

Josh.

Look out!

He's got a knife!

Drive, Joely, drive, drive!

Good job, Joely!

We're losing them!

Oh my god, oh my god.

Don't worry, Joely,
we'll do this thing

together, just you and me.

Just you and me.

Burn the rat!

Burn the rat!

Thank you.

Ah, Future Mouse.

Hold it there.

All right.

In you go.

Good evening.

My name is Marcus Malfen.

And I would like
to introduce you

all to a little friend of mine.

[SQUEAK]

This, ladies and
gentlemen, is Future Mouse.

And though I say so myself,
he will prove to be one

of the wonders of this century.

In the past, life was thought to
be chaotic, random, unknowable.

Bizarre consequences flowed
unpredictably from the most

trivial of incidence.

Fate, karma, destiny,
whatever its name,

we all lived under
its blind tyranny.

No more.

I can now offer
you a new future.

I know thy works, that thou
are neither cool or hot!

I wish thou wert cold or hot,
so then since thou art lukewarm

and neither cool or hot,
I will spew thee out

of my mouth-- Revelation 3:15.

Amen.

Thank you for that
thought-provoking contribution.

Before I go into
any more detail,

I have a personal
debt of thanks,

a debt to a great
scientist, without whose

pioneering innovation
Future Mouse and all

he represents would
not be possible.

So please thank someone who
has given mankind the chance

to take control of
his own destiny,

a giant in the battle against
the vagaries of chance,

the Darwin professor
of evolutionary biology

at King's College Cambridge,
Professor Archibald.

[APPLAUSE]

Come on, Professor.

Come on.

This is your moment too.

Professor Archibald!

Archibald?

He stole my name!

Archibald isn't his name at all.

That's my name!

Archibald?

Sala Harami!

It's the devil of bloody Dachau!

Professor, Professor!

Is there a doctor here?

[SQUEAKING]

Professor Archibald?

Oh my god.

Liberate the mouse!

Hey, Malfen!

Remember me?

Millat.

[SQUEAK]

[GUNSHOT]

Dad!

Archie!

Archie!

Do something.

Call an ambulance or something.

Archie, speak.

Archie?

ALSANA: Speak to me now, Archie.

Go, my son.

[SQUEAK]

SAMAD: Archie!

Archie, can you hear me?

[SQUEAKING]

Archie?

Archie?

Wake up, you silly old fool.

You're fine.

The bullet hit a
coin in your pocket.

You just fainted.

I've been looking for that.

That old Nazi's
a goner, finally.

Heart attack.

So you lied to me.

All these years, our
friendship, our history,

our whole bloody lives!

Everything built
on a big, fat lie!

Was it heads or tails?

Heads.

Heads it is.

Congratulations, young. lady.

It's twins.