All language subtitles for Guerrilla s01e03.eng

Look at these.

You know these people.

We're being hunted by police.

That boy you found me was
a good one. Keep it up.

They'll give us money
if we take direct action

in support of their movement.

Man, you all getting too damn hot!

If someone doesn't fill this void quick,

your ex is gonna get us
all dragged along.

My daughter knows she has
a right to be British.

- They'll kill her, Savi.
- We have friends.

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

You shouldn't push him.

You shouldn't have killed my boyfriend.

- Who was that?
- No one.

It's not no one.

He's going to get fixed,
with or without your help.

What happened?

You wanted me to do something. I did.

- No!
- (Gunshot)

(Siren)

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(Birdsong)

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(FREIDRICH) This is what we're offering.

And this is what you will accept.

You're to receive a stipend
of ?20 a month, every month.

You will also be paid
an operation fee of ?10...

- Ten?
- ..for every successful action

- you undertake.
- No.

?25 if it is a mutually
agreed upon target.

No.

- It's a generous subsidy.
- It's shit.

- (MARCUS) Let him finish.
- ?50 a month. Minimum.

We need materials, guns.
We need a safe house.

We can't stay where we are.

You don't have a designation yet.

You don't even have a manifesto.

As a movement, you have no profile

in revolutionary circles.

She has no perspective
of your own worth.

You don't understand our value.

We liberated a political prisoner,

we executed an action against
the Rhodesian Mission.

For your own gain, not for the
furtherance of Marxist objectives.

- (Speaks German)
- What did he say?

- What the fuck did he say?
- Look, stick to our original agreement.

ZANLA fights Rhodesia.
ZANLA is Communist.

ZANLA is Maoist, not Marxist.

Don't lump us together.

If you can't distinguish our
philosophies, then you're no good to us.

Man, this is bullshit.

You all keep talking but you
ain't saying nothing.

We're talking about the
origins of the struggle.

It should be of interest to you.

You literally wrote the book.

We've done more in our first month

than you've done in the last six.

We're an asset.
?50 a month and a safe house

and as far as I care,
that's still cheap.

I need certain approvals.

Talk to who you need to -
the Stasi, Central Committee,

whoever runs you.
We'll wait.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

(LEROY) So what's the buzz?

(DHARI) Nothing.

What's that mean?

It means we're not getting
anything from them.

(Sucks teeth)

Wasting our time, man.

These motherfuckers talking
their Commie bullshit.

What the fuck did Commies
ever do for us, huh?

These punks wouldn't last
a hot second in Newark.

Not a hot, motherfucking second.

Rich, white kids.

Only thing they know
about Huey or Eldridge

is from wearing them on a T-shirt.

Are you listening?

'Should have taken what was offered.

I had an understanding with them.

20? ?20? They showed you the short
end of the stick and you took it.

It's not just the money.
We need allies.

Whatever you thought
you had worked out,

that's what they pay the hired help.

The action against the
Rhodesians was serious.

We need to be taken seriously.

What happened with the Rhodesians?

Target of opportunity.

How did you get an opportunity?

You left Leroy's. Where were you going?

I was weeks in that flat.

- I needed to get out.
- Where were you?

Is this an interrogation?

You came back to me that night a wreck.

You didn't tell me what happened.

You didn't say a word.

Right, fine, you needed
me there and I was there.

I needed some space for me too.

I wasn't gonna go out
without protection

so I took the gun and I went and...

I wasn't going anywhere.

I just needed to be somewhere else.

- That was a long way...
- Then things happened.

...from Leroy's flat.

They happened how they did.

And I took advantage of the situation.

Let me see.

I'm fine.

I got lucky.

I almost killed someone when
we broke Dhari out of prison.

We can't devolve into violence.

- Nobody died when I went...
- That's not the point.

The point is, we're
soldiers and soldiers fight.

Symbolic action, not murder.

You understand?

(Door opens)

Let's talk.

Not you, him.

Whatever you need to
discuss, you can...

Let us talk.

- They got anything to say?
- I wouldn't know.

Man, I don't know why we're
going through all this shit.

You had the right idea,
just get some guns,

put some motherfuckers
against the wall.

Have a good chat?

When you rub them wrong,

when someone's trying to help...

- What's the offer?
- ?25 a month.

And ?50 for any mutually
agreed upon action.

- Materials?
- But no weapons.

No guns?

They'll give us a tape recorder.

A tape recorder? What about
some motherfucking guns?

We need to record a communique.

We build support through awareness.

- Ah, shit.
- What else?

They'll put us in a safe
house. You, me and Dhari.

- What about me?
- You've got a place.

Hold up. I'm part of this.

I ain't getting pushed off
now just 'cause you say.

Look, we need someone who
can hide in plain sight,

who can move, who can communicate.

You're our connection
to the above ground.

You come under with us, we lose that.

You okay with all this?

Does it matter? You took the deal.

Where's Dhari?

(Birdsong)

(Dog barks in distance)

(Dhari grunts)

(Rustling)

(Footsteps ascending)

And that was drawn from a
description a witness gave

of the shooter at the Rhodesian Mission.

It's your daughter, isn't it?

She's gonna kill or be killed.

That's all that's waiting for her.

Now, your girl, she's young.

She got caught up with the wrong bunch.

Young kids. Wrong influences.

They end up doing wrong things.

She just needs to have some
sense talked into her.

You can do that.

And we can get you
on television, on radio.

Have you talk sense.

We're doing the same
with Marcus's parents.

Asking them to appeal to
their boy to do right.

What is right?

Giving herself up while she can.

(Clock ticking)

Your daughter's an enemy of the state

and if you're helping her that makes you

an enemy non-patrial.

I can have you sent right
back where you came from.

Now, they'll toss you in a hole

next to the bastard
what fathered your bitch.

Where is that accent from?
You're not English.

Afrikaner?

Are you a Rhodey yourself?

Sad.

People always did look at you Boers

as being the hayseeds
up the Empire's back end.

Fighting a war you know you can't win.

And all this talk about
the Immigration Act.

The unclean and the unworthy.

Must hurt,

knowing they're not just
talking about us.

They're talking about you.

(Clock ticking)

We come round, we try
and be reasonable with you.

Try to get you to be correct.

For your daughter's sake, we do that.

But I'm not obligated to give a shit

if your girl gets hauled in.

Or shot up.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Put an extra couple of men
on this place.

I want it watched day and night.

And I want her to know it.

It's not working.

Their friends, their family,

the harder you push them,
the harder they push back.

If you don't have the guts for this...

Threats and violence
don't work in Rhodesia.

What makes you think
it's gonna work here?

A month and nothing to show.

They're getting ready to
take this away from us.

Who?

C-13.

These are black radicals, they're
for the Black Desk to deal with.

They're not muggers and
thugs, they're terrorists.

They're lucky and stupid.

Yeah, and we can't catch 'em.
That makes us look stupid too.

So we either need to get clever

or let 'em be 13's problem.

Hey, whose is this?

You're not the only ones
looking for safe-keeping.

They are around.

So this is the reel-to-reel.

And this will get you started.

Now what?

Well, we need to put out a
communique, state our goals.

- Identify an action...
- What action?

We'll find one.

- When?
- We'll find one.

Well, this is getting nothing done.

What do you wanna do, just
go and shoot some people?

Do you just wanna go back to
shagging Eva Braun against a tree?

Been in jail eight years. You're
lucky I don't take you out back.

- You're not funny.
- I ain't playing.

A cool breeze gets my dick hard.

I don't care where I put it
so long as it's warm and wet.

We've got work to get done.

Your son is not only
a user of narcotics,

he's an addict as well.

As with any disease,
addiction can be treated.

What we give the patient is
an aversion to his addiction

by associating it not with
pleasure, but with disgust.

The patient is allowed a small sample

of the source of his addiction

whilst simultaneously being administered

a negative stimulant,

- generally an electrical charge.
- You electrocute them?

I prefer to give the patient an emetic.

A medication which induces
digestive sickness...

vomiting.

Typically the associated sensations,

coupled with the patient having
to sit with the after-effects

- of his own actions...
- How long?

The length of the treatment
process depends...

No, no. How long does
he sit in his vomit?

There's no real time limit.

As long as necessary.

When can he start?

- We should talk about this.
- We could begin procedures

around your schedule.

Ronnie sitting in his own vomit?

Ronnie is diseased.

You understand that? You heard that?

If someone has cancer...

He doesn't have cancer.

He's dying. He's killing himself.

If you care about somebody,
you do something.

Can we talk about this at home?

When are you ever at home?

You... You don't have to deal with it.

I'm left alone with his pass-outs

and his episodes and...

I don't... I don't know
know what to call them.

His periods where, quite
frankly, he might kill me.

Welcome to my world where
I live every single day.

And I don't want to be there anymore.

Forgive me.

Forgive me if I didn't hear your answer.

We could begin treatments
within the next few weeks.

Nicholas, you can discuss payments
with the doctor, can't you?

(Tires screech in distance)

(Whistling)

(YOUTH) Watch out, Micky.

(Clamoring)

Micky, watch out!

(Clatter of typewriter keys)

Hey, what did you do to Connor?

- What?
- You had my brother arrested.

We didn't arrest him.

It's not enough to get me
fired, you drag him off?

We didn't touch your brother.

People saw it happen.

If he got arrested, it's got
nothing to do with us.

Oh, shit.

(She sighs)

Write his name.

Wait here. I'll see what I can find out.

No, just wait.

Alright?

Your son Marcus,

who's now been on the run for a week...

Hey, Marcus, come see this.

(FATHER) If that was you,
that's not our son.

(INTERVIEWER) But the
evidence is overwhelming.

That your son broke
a convict from prison,

that he shot an ambulance driver.

Our son was raised to respect people,

to respect the law...

...to be a credit to his race.

Then how do you explain what's happened?

Marcus is naive. He got himself

under the spell of
this other man, this convict.

Marcus was taken advantage of.

- Just turn it off.
- Leave it on.

(MOTHER) Is it something we did?

If he were listening, what
would you say to your son?

I'd tell him to stop it.
I'd tell him to grow up.

Everything good he has in life

is because of what this
country has given us.

- What he's doing now is...
- It's shameful.

- (Cries)
- It's shameful.

While the parents of
Marcus Hill showed remorse

for their son's actions,

the same doesn't seem to be
true of Marcus himself.

More than a month after a prison break

that left two men wounded

and a gun attack on the
Rhodesian Mission...

(TV off)

Marcus. This is Jas and that's Dhari.

Eliette.

Take your hand out your pocket.

Take your hand out your pocket!

Connor! Connor!

- It's alright.
- What happened?

- Just calm down.
- What happened?

Sit down.

One of your brother's friends

was identified as a
provisional volunteer.

He's not a volunteer!

There was a round-up,
your brother got pulled in.

He doesn't have anything
to do with the IRA.

- His friends do.
- Why, because you said so?

You fit up anyone you like.

Look, between his friends and yours,

your brother's getting caught up.

Now, you might not give a
shit, but getting Connor out

just cost me favors I can't spare.

So you need to stop
thinking about yourself...

...and start thinking about
what you're doing to your brother.

- You're so stupid.
- The filth did it.

They wouldn't have touched you
if it hadn't been for your friends.

My friends aren't the ones.

They're doing this to me
because of you and your dead black.

Stop. Stop it! Stop.

I need help.

- How am I...
- I've got no job.

I'm trying to do everything
for the both of us.

- And you getting hauled in...
- And what do you care?

Our parents...

my friends...

my man...

All gone. You're all I've got.

And it's taking everything I've got left
to keep us together.

So stop pretending to be a soldier

and just be my brother.

Alright?

Come on.

(Siren blares in distance)

You were staring at me.

You attacked the Rhodesian Mission.

There was a picture of you in the paper.

That was you, right?

- I'm not an informant.
- Then what?

Front De Liberation Du Quebec.

FLQ. The FLQ disbanded.

Not the movement.

The Sixth Wave fell apart.

I didn't want to stay.

A bunch of mannish boys
holed up in a basement

that smelled like a shit house.

No target, no direction.

Every day they were writing
up self-indulgent letters

to send to the PM.

Sometimes the quality of leadership

is measured by the size of cocks

and if you don't have one,

you're not needed in the room.

You did a job on the Rhodesian bastards.

Who's your sponsor?

The Germans, just now.

What's your cause?

Unification of people of color.

Ecumenical revolution.

I saw a friend murdered by the police.

The establishment, they...

They hang the Immigration
Act over our heads

and sneer at us like...
like we're lucky to be here.

Holding the filth accountable,

power to the people,
that's what we fight for.

So you attacked the Rhodesians?

The truth... the truth is, I...
I got lucky.

Nobody's that lucky.

- Marcus says that...
- Who's Marcus?

- I'm his girl. Marcus...
- You're not anybody's girl.

...says that we have to...
stop just doing things.

We have to communicate our goals.

We have to plan our actions better.

A predictable attack has
a predictable outcome.

With the Rhodesians,
you just weren't predictable.

I don't think your man has
a problem with your tactics,

I think the problem was you
succeeding without him.

You hurt that in the attack?

Mm.

There are better ways.

(Knocking)

I wasn't expecting you.

These three, the convict
and the two that got him out,

what are you hearing?

- Nothing.
- That's not like you.

You could tease the Devil
out of a pastor.

No one's loosening their lips for you?

Nobody knows where
they are. Nobody I know.

The two who got Dhari
out, they aren't...

This isn't their circle.

It's all the same cloth, isn't it?

I need help on this.

Talk to whoever you need to talk to.

- I've tried.
- Go into the neighborhood.

The tea houses, the community center.

- I've tried.
- Then try again!

Soften some people up.

Trick 'em with liquor. Climb
on your back if you need to,

but goddammit, I need some information.

(Sighs)

I'm getting hit from all sides here.

They want these three caught

and I can't find hide or hair.

I need your ears out there. I need...

It's turning into an embarrassment.

They wanna take me off of this.

They wanna make me look like a...

I've got my Mick of a partner

running his mouth
like he's so goddamn clever.

(Liquid pouring)

Had to get Ronnie to a doctor.

Drinking, drugs.

It's all getting to be too much.

Emily, she blames me for his troubles.

I'm out there pounding the street,

trying to keep the order. She blames me.

She's around the boy all day, every day,

she can't take some responsibility?

No one can take any responsibility.

It's always Pence who's
gotta fix what's broke.

Kaffirs running wild or my...

...kid killing himself with a needle.

Let old Pence fix it.

You look good.

Got a caller?

A guest.

Guest?

How's the boy?

He's fine.

I don't spend enough time around him.

- Let me go say hello.
- I told you, he's sleeping.

- I won't wake him.
- No.

- Just a kiss to the cheek.
- Just leave him alone.

This guest, what's his name?

Gonna put me to the
trouble of finding out?

What's his name?

Robert.

Robert?

- Smith.
- (Scoffs)

Bob Smith?

Tell you what, why don't
you ring up Bob Smith?

And say what?

I don't know.

Let's see what comes to mind.

(Dialing)

Robert. It's Kenya.

Er... I've got something
I need to tell you.

(PENCE) About a change of plans.

Something's come up.

No. No. I can't.

(PENCE) I've got other things to do.

I can't see you this
evening, I'm... I'm sorry.

(Robert responds)

It's none of his business.

Just... just something.

(Robert responds)

You don't know.

I don't know when, er...

I don't know when we can
rearrange. Maybe, erm...

Maybe in...

Tell him he's a bore.

Tell him he's a bore
and you'll dump him.

Tell him.

(She exhales heavily)

Tell him.

Robert, we can't.

(ROBERT) Can't what?

We can't.

How's that boy of yours gonna
like growing up without a mum?

You say it.

You tell this cunt...

(Slams receiver down)

You don't get to own me.

(Exhales)

(Birdsong)

There's some tea in the kitchen.

I know. Really nice.

God, they're just gonna
sit there all day.

We'll go upstairs. There are
some things I can show you.

(DHARI) That one, she ain't
nothing but trouble.

You hear me? You better mind your girl.
She's getting an attitude

and hanging out with this other one
ain't gonna do a thing for her.

Nothing will fuck you up
like a hot-headed bitch.

You need to mind how you talk about Jas.

I don't like it when you imply

you'd have relations with her.

How's that wrong
that Jas is worth having?

- Or that I say it to your face?
- Don't talk about her.

You and me are like brothers.

Haven't we always got on like brothers?

So what's your problem, acting all...?

Mom and Dad talked you
down on the telly,

saying you're under the spell
of some Uga Buga Man?

I'm wise to you, boy.

You're not as sharp
as you'd like to believe.

It doesn't matter what I think.

It's what other people think.
That the problem, hm?

Not so much that I could
take your woman,

that I took your words.

You didn't take anything.
I gave my words.

I'm the one who gave you your voice.

I wrote your book. I wrote that.

Those are my stories.

I took your incoherent ramblings,

- your wasted days in prison.
- You better watch yourself.

I bent them into something.

All those people out there who think

you're the symbol of black resistance,

I did that. Your life, my words.

Your words don't mean
shit without my life.

Nothing but an English
teacher living on the dole.

Nobody paid you any mind.

Nobody cared nothing for what you
had to say before I come along.

You talk on blackness,
you talk on the struggle,

that's all it is, man, talk.

You haven't struggled
a day in your life.

You're fucking middle class
and middle brow,

mediocre, prosaic.

How am I doing, teacher, hm?
How are my words?

Fixed teeth and plum talk.

And you thought that you could use me

to fuel your revolution?

I don't know what you
thought was gonna happen

when you busted me out
but I'm not your mascot.

And you're not the dragon.

(Jas and Eliette laughing)

Don't talk about Jas.

You're anxious, man.
Don't be so anxious.

It's not good for you.

(TV in background)

(Door opens and closes)

(Dog barks in distance)

You did these?

I'm a wanted woman.

- There's a price on my head.
- How much?

$10,000.

Ten?

Canadian, but...

What you did against the
Rhodesians, that was good.

But anybody can shoot a gun.

If you want people to
take you seriously,

you have to show them that
you're more than just a thug.

You don't think you could make one?

It's easy.

Mm. This is more destruction than I...

It's not about destruction.
It's about disruption.

Infiltrate. Plant the bomb.

Call in a warning to the police

before it's set to detonate.

Demonstrate weakness of the system.

Limit collateral damage
and keep yourself

and your cell at a distance.

Attack by remote control.

That is fear.

That is power.

I'll take that fear back to Canada

in the name of Quebecois.

- You're going back?
- Eventually.

Trying to get to Algeria,
Lebanon or Vietnam.

- Why would you go to Vietnam?
- To train.

The Seventh Wave can't be
like the Sixth Wave.

The age of idealists and...
amateurs is over.

Quebecois, we...

We are the descendants
of a conquered people.

We've got a right
to national sovereignty.

It doesn't happen without a fight.

To fight, you have to be a soldier.

To be a soldier, you
have to live like one.

What?

You.

You remind me of... people.

Keep it.

Learn it. Pass it on.

That's how the revolution
sustains itself.

Sis?

He's asking for you.

Are you Fallon?

- Yeah, why?
- Come.

Sit down.

Who are you?

Jas told me to come find you.

- Where is she?
- Sit your pale ass down!

Where's Jas?

- Is she alright?
- Yeah.

Her, Marcus, Dhari.

She wanted me to tell you,
you know, it's all cool.

And that, uh... what
was your guy's name?

- Julian.
- Yeah.

They gonna make things right
about him with the pigs.

They're doing all this
because of Julian?

Look, I need you to tell them...

I don't know when
I'm gonna see her again.

This can't be because of Julian.

Look...
I'm not your messenger boy.

They're underground.
They do what they do.

Tell her... please.

(Sighs) Alright. When I see 'em.

(Gospel singing)

(Percussion and singing)

(Thunder rumbles)

Hey. You alright?

Yeah, I'm okay.

This is the first time
we've been alone together

and outdoors in nearly a month.

(Jas sighs)

This girl, are you getting
on okay with her?

Mm. I like her. She's... She's smart.

The way she talks,
she sounds like my father.

- (Marcus scoffs)
- Is that funny?

Your father gave up a civil servant job

to help liberate the poor.

She's fighting to speak
French instead of English.

That isn't much of an objective.

The Naxal Movement is about equality
and self-preservation.

That's what my father fought for,

it's what Eliette is fighting for.

- You just don't get it.
- I don't get what?

I don't get the fight? The
police brutality, racism?

It's not the same for you.
You're not an immigrant.

This is all the police see.

When they start dividing us up,

you'll be a patrial, I won't.

There is blame, there is bitterness,

there is anger and hate towards us,

which you won't understand.

I have my own experiences,
you understand that?

There are times
when I tell you how I feel.

I just need you to listen,

not tell me what to think
or judge what I do.

So you going off on your own
shooting at the Rhodesians,

that's some sort of personal liberation?

It was an unpredictable attack

that had an unpredictable outcome.

What does that...

Is that girl filling your
head with that shit?

- I trust her.
- You don't know her.

We don't know Dhari.
Not the way we thought.

We don't know Leroy, we
don't know these Germans.

This has all turned into
a big fucking circus.

We need a real soldier!

What we need is people who
believe in what we believe.

This is our thing.

You and I have got to stay
partners in our mission.

Partners?

Being partners doesn't mean
disappearing in you.

I'm not here to be the
girlfriend or the sidekick.

I am my own agent.

Write your communique,
get your words together,

announce yourself to the world.

First night we're alone together

and this is the best we can do?

(Wind howls)

(Tape recorder whirs)

This is Marcus Hill.

I'm going to read a declaration
of a state of war.

This is the way we celebrate...

You read it.

You be the voice of us.

(ELIETTE) Read it, Jas.

This is Jas Mitra.

I'm going to read a declaration
of a state of war.

This is the way we celebrate

the example of Fanon, L'Ouverture,

of Che and Hampton,

who first inspired us

by their fight behind enemy lines

for the liberation of their people.

To the oppressed, we say, don't despair.

Hopelessness will fall away
in the face of the victories

we achieve for all of Britain's people.

To those who struggle,

know that you don't struggle alone.

We fight with you. We fight for you.

To those who condemn us,

know that in the end
it is you who will be judged,

not just by those you stand against,

but by history as well.

To the establishment, to the
filth, to the oppressors,

if you want to find us,
this is where we are -

on every street, in every house,

in every shop in this country.

Where people yearn for decent wages,

fair housing and equal
protection under the law.

It is this for which we live
and for which we fight -

to the death if necessary.

We are not afraid.

The scared coloreds are already dead.

This is the age...

of the United Federated Forces

of the Black Army Faction.

Power to the people.

(Tape recorder beeps)

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