All language subtitles for The.Iris.Affair.2025.S01E05.1080

Er, you're free to come
and go as you please.

Green for go, red for
no. That kind of thing.

There is, er, rather, an
issue with the shareholders.

Money. Mr pym, I'm on top of it.

I have leverage. I'll
be there in the morning.

Naloxone. Disease and cure?

This is real?

Meet me in Rome and
I will tell you everything.

"Am I speaking with Alfie
bird?" If you're ever in London,

feel free to drop by and
I will show you my files.

It's kind of a diary. I've
hidden it here, in Rome.

You have out done yourself, my friend.

Mr bird? Do you have a place
to stay? Can you take me there?

Your diary is a puzzle.

You haven't finished decoding
it yet? 'One more code to crack.

Five more pages to read.'

'i need you to find a man called Jensen.

I need you to get
some of his DNA for me.'

Etta!

Thanks for coming!

Well, you're looking
well, Alfie! Thank you.

So, how's the novel coming along?

Good! Finished it?

Almost.

I've been thinking if I shouldn't
maybe rework it a little bit.

Make it more of a
young adult sort of thing.

Makes sense. There's
a big market there.

It's where the money is. Good on you.

I've also been thinking, maybe
I could move into ghost writing.

You know, celebrity biographies,
sportsmen, pop stars, whatnot.

I mean I wrote enough
profiles back in the day.

T-They were good profiles.

It was the good profiles
that got you in trouble.

Because, strictly speaking,
not all the good bits were yours.

I've gotta move past that, etta.

I've got to.

So I've been thinking,
yeah, what about this?

I write a mea culpa.

Alfie-no. No. No. Honestly.

I own it. I was under pressure.

I took short cuts... You
plagiarised, and you lied.

I amplified.

Cos I was turning in four stories a day,

I didn't have time to check
every single molecule of fact.

Or write all your own words.
Four stories a day, etta.

Do you think things have
got better since you left?

It's a dying industry.

Except all I've ever wanted
to do was be a journalist.

Ok. Listen. So I've actually got a story.

An actual, actual story.

Come on, Alfie. Seriously. Ok.

So there's this thing. Nine horses.

It's like solving an online mystery.

A puzzle.

Like the crystal maze. But... but real.

And massive. But...

Semi-secret. Like,
counter cultural woo-woo.

And it is fucking awesome.
Best will in the world.

So what?

A lot of people think
it's a recruitment tool.

For?

Maybe some kind...
Masonic-type conspiracy thing.

What people? What,
"what people" what?

What people think this?

Internet people. It's
rancid bollocks like this

that killed newspapers in the
first place, you do know that?

There's something in this,
etta. A woman is missing.

Ok.

What woman? Iris something.

And she's missing under
what circumstances?

She solved it! Nine horses.

And? Disappeared.

- When? - - At some point.
- Where? - Is she?

Did she disappear from? Unclear.

- So... what's the story? What.
- Happened to her and why?

That's it!

Don't you see it? Who
basically even knows?

Seriously, Alfie. You're a good egg.

But if you just wanna farm
clicks and call it journalism,

go ahead, do it. Live long and prosper.

And when you're rich,
because of your clicks,

and you prove that whatshername
was murdered by the Vatican

because she's carrying Bill
Gates' antichrist love child,

you can drive past my
hovel in your Aston Martin,

throw money from the windows

and laugh at where my
journalistic integrity got me.

But what you don't get is a
job on any newspaperiwork on.

Not ever again. Not if
I've got a say in the matter.

I'm Alfie bird.

I'm Alfie. Alfie bird.

This is five minutes to midnight.

Shit.

This is five seconds to midnight.

Come on, Alfie. Blugh!

My name is Alfie bird.

This is two seconds to midnight.

Alfie... Alfie, if you can still
hear me, tug your earlobe.

Ok, listen. I know you're scared.

Just trust me, I need that book.

Look I don't care what I
have to do to get it back.

Alfie, if you understand me,
just give me a signal. Any signal.

Anything.

Do not take that book!

Alfie, don't make me do this.

Fuck.

Here, we're... we're nearly there.

Sorry.

Just planning my escape.

It was a joke! I was joking!

Ok. But they don't know that.

They're not great at detecting sarcasm.

Ok? Who the murder drones or...

Meski. How's your nose for sarcasm?

Very poor.

Would you mind
explaining that to joy for me?

Not at all. Joy, my nose
for sarcasm is very poor.

God, that must be awful
not really. I'm fine with it.

Ok. So, I know you
weren't trying to escape.

But just for the sake of argument,

say you were-yeah. But I wasn't.

Yes, I know! But say you where,

you really, really can't.

Ok? Really, really. Please.

Duh.

Good! Excellent.

Just be careful with the antiphrasis.

You don't seem yourself today.

How would you know?

Well, because I think I know
you well enough to know.

Has she called yet? About
swapping me for the diary?

Not yet, no.

I think I might actually be a
bit scared that she won't call.

She'll call. Except you
said that she wouldn't.

Yeah, and then you said she would.

What if I was wrong?
Well I don't think you were.

I thought you made a
very convincing case.

Yeah, because he said
he'd... Cut my hand off.

What? Who said... who said what?

That prick that called yesterday.
My god, joy! What are you? A bat?

Er, ok, look.

That was completely...

He... he was just saying
that to scare me. Ok?

Fair play. Seemed to work.

Fuck yes! But only for a minute, ok?

Joy, nobody is going to be
cutting anybody's hand off,

alright? Cross my heart and hope to die.

Turn around, touch the ground.

What?

Turn around and
touch the ground. Why?

- You're being sarcastic.
- Now? Is this an irony?

No.

I'm really confused.

- What does that mean?
- It's in folklore or something, isn't it?

It's a playground thing when you...

None of this means
anything to you, does it?

How could it?

Nobody tells me anything.

What?

Ok.

Do you get vertigo?

No. Why?

Cos he gives people vertigo sometimes.

Can you play mine craft on it?

What is it with your
generation and sincerity?

Don't know.

She was frightened too.

Who was? Miss brook. Iris.

She said we called him
Charlie to diminish him.

Because he frightened
us. She was probably right,

right?

Well, I don't know about frightened.

I know he makes me feel odd.

In a Clarke's third law sort of way.

I don't know what that means.

"Any sufficiently advanced technology
is indistinguishable from magic."

We don't even know
the extent of it. Not yet.

We know he can simulate
molecular structures

and reactions with staggering
speed and accuracy.

He could cure cancer tomorrow.

Cure dementia.

Cure everything.

Could mitigate climate change.

Maybe even end it.

He could let us peel back
the surface of the world

and see what's underneath.

But he...

It...

It's asleep, right? Yes
and you can't wake it up.

Not without the password.

Which is what you
needed - from miss brook.

That's right.

Iris.

What is she so afraid of?

Nothing.

Phantasms. Hobgoblins.

A mad man's delusions.

What, that the bloke in the attic?

Beardy one and whatnot?

Yeah. That bloke, Jensen.

I saw him.

Yeah. Through the window this morning.

When I wasn't escaping. Ok.

Can I meet him?

Why would you wanna do that?

He made Charlie baked
potatoes. Why wouldn't I?

Big potatoes. Exactly.

Well, I wish you could
meet him. I really do.

Least, I wish you could meet
the man that he used to be.

But what he is now... What's left of him...

Well what's left of him
is very, very dangerous.

So no, you can't meet him.

What happened to him?

All he did was think.

And madness...

is thinking past the point
where thinking starts to hurt.

Ok, here it is.

This won't take long.

Fucking shit!

Who's coming?

This is it.

Well, here we are.

Can I get you a coffee? No, thank you.

Please... sorry.

Not Cindy.

She's very expensive.

Of course. Sorry.

This is a nice place.

Well, when in Rome.

I'm in Rome. I have a room
at the ibis. Cops' salary.

Would you like to sit down?
Make yourself at home.

Yes. Thank you.

So! What brings you to Rome?

Fizzy water? I'm good, thank you.

There's a mini bar! Really.

If you're sure.

: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Where are you, Alfie?

Where are you?

Where are you, where
are you, where are you?

Fifth floor.

Fifth.

So, is this your first time in Rome?

It is!

Are you here alone or... All alone. Sadly.

For work? No. No, no, no. Just for fun.

Sightseeing, all the
rest of it. The dolce vita.

But all this equipment?
It's a force of habit, really.

Just in case. News never sleeps!

I see. But my days!

Who... who cares about work?

Rome's amazing!
There's so much history.

Do you know, literally on every
corner! Have you seen the colosseum?

Of course you have.

- No reason to be nervous.
- I ain't nervous. I'm being English.

Alfie.

Have you had many dealings
with the police over the years?

No. No. No. Er, not really. I'm much...

Much too boring for that. I mean,

speeding tickets and all that. And...

My-my bike was stolen
this one time, fucker.

But yeah. That's it, really.

But it's clear to me that you're a
man with emotional intelligence.

Thank you. I hope so.

So I wonder if you could guess...

The thing a police officer
hates more than anything else.

Paperwork, maybe? Of course.

Nobody likes paperwork, right?

But what we hate is people
who kill police officers.

Right. Of course.

May I show you something? Absolutely.

This is my good friend, teo.

This is his wife, carlotta.

Their little girls.

- They're a little bit older now.
- This is last summer.-.

And teo. Here, he's hiking.

He was murdered by
your friend, Iris Nixon.

Well, "friend" isn't really the word I'd use.

She's more subject matter, to be fair.

I think he was... It is ok to say "fucking"?

I think that's probably fine, yeah.

Thank you. My English is not-it's
very good. Better than mine!

Thank you. Well, he was fucking her.

And now he's dead.

I think maybe because
he was fucking her.

So... What I'm wondering, Alfie, is...

Why did you tell me you were in London,

when you were actually in Rome? Er...

I mean, did I say that? I didn't think I did.

I-I think you probably sort of assumed.

Perhaps you're right.

Perhaps I was just, hearing
what I wanted to hear.

But...

here you are, right?

In Rome?

With all your equipment?

Arriving on a... last-minute ticket?

Staying in a...

Last-minute, high-end
apartment you can't afford...

Because all the cheap
ones were already booked?

So... why the urgency, Alfie?

One more question for you, ok? Ok.

Can you imagine who police
officers hate as much as people

who murder police officers?

Maybe even more? No.

We hate people who
knowingly provide assistance

to people who murder police officers.

I could get in trouble for
showing you this. But...

I think you should understand
what you're involved with here.

This is teo.

And these bits here...

they were two detectives from Rome.

This over here...

that's a face.

She didn't tell you any of this, did she?

She didn't tell you
she went to teo for help.

That he woke up that morning
a father to two young girls.

"Ended it as 6'2" of meat on dirt.

Cos that's what she does.
She manipulates good people...

decent people, into helping her.

Alfie...

I think you're a decent person.

I think you're a good person.

What did she ask you to do?

Don't do it, Alfie. Alfie.

You have to decide
which side you're on here.

And I don't mean in
terms of law and order.

I mean in terms of your personal safety.

Cos four police men are dead.

And if you choose the
wrong side in a fight like that,

how do you think that ends for you?

I want the rights to the story.

Exclusive.

All mine. All of it. You
keep me in the loop.

You don't speak to anyone
else. You're my exclusive source.

Give me everything you have.

Whatever it takes.

She forced me to steal this from a library.

She's obsessed with this book.

I don't know why.

Don't you move!

Argh. Fucking Judas!

Is... is she...? My god, you've killed her.

Somebody knows that I'm here.

We need to go now!

I am not a Judas.

Fine. Let's go. I was playing for time.

Ok. Yeah. I knew you'd come.

I-I left the bloody door unlocked!

I am not a Judas.

And bollocks to you for even saying that.

Bollocks to you. A massive,
fat bag of bollocks. You wanker.

You just literally did someone
in, right in front of my face,

like you were buttering toast. So
why would I ever, ever help you now?

Bollocks to you. Get
some other sap to help you.

Some other pillock who'll waste the
money his nan left him on an airbnb,

for you to just... do someone in.

She's actually... Really nice, actually.

Shit!

Ok. What's happening?

Well, it turns out I killed her too soon.

We need her alive to get us out of here.

So what are you doing
to do? UN-kill her?

It's naloxone.

They use it to treat overdoses.

Come on, come on, come on.

Ok, she's on the move.

We've left the doors unlocked.

She's heading to the
upper floor, be patient.

She's entering Jensen's suite.

Let's see what she's up to.

Move the drones. Eyes on
Jensen's suite, overhead pass.

Hello. Can you take this?

Everyone... wait.

Shit.

Who are you?

Joy.

I'm Jensen.

It's nice to meet you.

Would... W-Would you like some water?

No, really. I should get going.

There's juice. They
insist on - providing juice.

I'm really sorry.

I know. I shouldn't. I... Take...

I'm sorry, I didn't know this
was actually somebody's room.

The door was open. I have not
been here for a long time, really.

"Long time".

There's no such thing as time.

"Any distinction between past,

present and future is only a
stubbornly persistent illusion."

Sorry? You know who said that?

Albert Einstein.

Did someone send you here?

No! No! I just...

No, I just... It's ok.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, they did.

Sorry, yeah. Sorry.

And that would be Iris, I expect.

Yep.

She's very clever.

Yeah.

There is so much she wants to know.

Yeah.

How much did she tell
you about the device?

Not much, Cameron
did say some words.

But... They weren't
really words I understood.

I know that you invented it. No. Not at all.

Sorry. I-I thought Cameron said...

Yeah. He probably did but...

He likes to think it's true.

But I'm not clever enough
to have "invented" it.

And I'm not sure anyone is.

I... I built it... I built it for sure.

But the device was its own invention.

What does that mean?

I mean it came to me like a memory.

Except perhaps a memory of the future.

Because "time future
is contained in time past

and time past in time future."

Yeah. I expect that only
works if you know the poem.

I don't know the poem.

But it's a great poem
by a very troubled man.

But Einstein and this poet
are saying the same thing,

expressing the same truth.

Which is that the laws of physics
are symmetric and reversible.

The rules are the same whether
time runs forward or backward.

All time is one.

So I think of the device as a
kind of recursive causal loop.

It created itself.

Bootstrapped itself into
existence from nothing.

Ex nihilo.

And I was like its... composer.

Like I was transcribing a melody.

No, I-I know what you mean.

I feel like that sometimes.
When I write music.

You write music? Just a bit, yeah.

But some days it feels, like...

"I'm not actually writing this".

It's already out there,

just tapping into something.
Then you understand.

How long have you been alone here?

Luckily, there's no such thing as time.

Or else I'd be tempted
to say something like, "it...

Feels like forever."

Who was the last person you spoke to?

Iris must never know the
things she seeks to know, joy.

Charlie mustn't wake.

Why not?

Cos it's very dangerous. How?

Mustn't wake. Mustn't wake.

No! No! Meski! No.

Meski! No. No. No. Come on.

What do you think? I
think what you think.

What do I think?

You think it was a good
idea to leave the door

of Jensen's room open, because
you wanted to know if she'd go in.

And she went in. So now you know.

And what else do I think?

That, given the specific warning
you gave her about not going in...

she could only have done it
because Iris Nixon told her to.

Do I know the reason
why Iris told her to?

Not yet.

But it does tell us that,

if Iris is willing to go to such lengths

to have joy returned to her...

she's not doing it from an
excess of feeling for the girl.

So what do I think we should do?

You think, if joy is
doing something for Iris,

there's a way to use that
knowledge to your own advantage.

I do think that.

Because there is a
way to use it, isn't there?

Yes.

That's what I was thinking.

"Helicopter approaching.

"Helicopter approaching" he's here.

Mr Beck.

Mr pym, nice to put a face to the name.

Looking forward the
meeting this special girl

who's gonna solve all our problems.

Help me... Help me get her up. Come on.

Come on now, bring
her over to the couch.

That's it.

Ok. Listen to me.

None of this is what you think it is.

I didn't kill teo. But I know who did.

The man responsible for all
of it is called Cameron Beck.

Cameron also abducted joy Baxter.

You met joy.

- You know what a vulnerable.
- Young woman she is.

Fuck you.

Liar.

Iris...

If you actually want to
know what happened to teo,

I need you to help get me out of here.

Up to you, Nico.

The police are here.

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