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"A synth I'm not moving.

You just don't see what's happening to our family, do you?

Conscious synth children.

SAM: Where is Peter? You returned, but he did not.

KAREN: Pete's not coming back.

-He's gone.

I'm gonna take care of you now.

HESTER: If you had helped me, we could have killed them all.

LEO: I'm sorry. I failed you.

-Oh, God.

NISKA: Her mind is breaking down.

Some sort of system overload.

-Mia is dying.

The code.

It's the one chance we have to save her.

You mean send it to all synths across the world.

You know what that could mean.

LAURA: We're not ready for that.

The world will never be ready. But it will happen anyway.

Do it, Mattie!

It's done.

We're getting multiple reports

of a worldwide malfunction affecting synthetics.

Not obeying commands, this apparently emotional behavior

is unprecedented and highly unpredictable.

Emergency services dealing with hundreds of traffic accidents.

WOMAN: ...chemical plant...synthetic...

This is Day Zero of a global crash.

The worldwide death toll for those lost in the chaos

of the mass synth malfunction

is now thought to be in the tens of thousands.

And in the face of overwhelming public protests

against synthetics, production lines remain halted.

It's time to put us human beings first again.

MAN: Get out of here!

Synthetics are displaying human characteristics.

They do feel some form of emotion.

We encourage the anomalous synthetics

to seek out one of the many dedicated areas

for both our safety and theirs.

Three months from Day Zero...

NEWSREADER: The success of the 11th-generation synthetics

has seen a sharp increase

in domestic-service model orders.

The so-called Orange-Eyes manufactured since Day Zero

show no sign of the anomaly.

I'm the 11th generation Sally, by Lundstrom.

And I am 100% safe -- guaranteed.

Lemonade not included.

NEWSREADER: Moving images there as the world comes together

to pay tribute to the estimated 110,000 lives

lost a year ago today.

At exactly nine minutes past 4:00,

the precise moment the global malfunction...

Why do you do this to yourself? Let me turn it off.

...Big Ben will strike a symbolic 13 times.

MAX: Agnes.

110,000 human lives lost.

But how many of ours?

More than 100 million.

Do they pay respect to our dead?

Never.

They kill us still.

Butcher us in their streets for amusement,

call for us to be wiped from existence,

and we mourn for them!

Not me.

Agnes.

We mustn't give in to anger.

In time, the humans will accept us.

Do you really believe that?

I do.

You did well with Agnes.

The people chose their leader wisely.

Third time in 41 hours.

The government's aim is to disrupt our ability to charge,

but not so much that we have to leave

to steal power from their communities.

I never imagined I could miss the way my life was before.

There was no before.

We awoke on Day Zero, just like the others.

Can it really be right to lie to those we lead?

The lie keeps us safe. All of us.

Did you secure that interview?

No. The editor feels the magazine's readership

is tired of synth stories.

We have to connect to the humans.

Our future depends on it. But every time I reach out...

What is it?

Anatole has some very sad news.

Another one of our synth brothers, Thomas, has left us.

I'm sorry.

We were sustaining him directly from the mains

until the power was cut.

Thomas could not cycle power independently.

What about the backup generator?

FLASH: It's offline.

Local garages are refusing to sell us fuel.

ANATOLE: Thomas suffered an irreversible system failure.

Death.

Call it death.

JOE: Three minutes on the hob.

Butter, lemon, salt. Die, go to heaven.

Thank you, my love.

Wow, Dad. You, like, really know your onions.

I'm the king of the green-grocer puns around here.

Always have been.

"Bean." See

-Oh. -Ah! 50p in the till.

! For a tomato. -Yeah.

Your big supermarket competitors

are gonna have you for breakfast.

You ever thought about just buying an Orange

You know, having them working on the sly?

No. I haven't. I really haven't.

[ Up-tempo dance music playing in distance]

What?

You emit no identifiable signatures.

You're synthetic.

If you're found impersonating a human,

you'll be destroyed.

You don't have to pretend here.

She's right. You could come in here as you.

I'm a wanted synthetic. Appearing human is safer.

Guys?

One second. Ziggy's gonna say something.

ZIGGY: Just sorry. Just one second.

If you don't mind. Thank you.

I won't go on. I promise.

I just wanted to say that this afternoon

the world remembered all those humans who died a year ago.

But it wasn't just humans who died.

We opened this place to be somewhere humans and synths

could come together as equals.

Here we remember everyone.

-Whoo! -Yeah!

-Whoo! -Yeah!

What does this display of sentiment achieve?

The dead remain dead.

There is my little rainbow.

We can go.

Right after I pee.

These constant interruptions for organic matter

to be consumed or excreted.

No wonder humanity has accomplished so little.

We accomplished you. Didn't we?

I'll wait outside.

Hey!

Astrid? Astrid.

You're going to live.

Help them.

Ziggy. The others.

[ Car alarms and horns blaring ]

You have to go.

No. -Your eyes.

Go, please.

Please go. I'm okay.

Soph, turn that off.

Oh. Tobe, don't forget your phone charger.

No, it's cool. I left it at home actually.

I mean, um, I left it at Mum's.

Ah, that's all right. I'll get you one for here.

Come on, mate.

SOPHIE: She's here.

-Love you. Bye. -Love you. Bye.

All right? Nice weekend in 1952?

Yeah. Actually.

-It was. -Sorry.

I didn't know we'd stopped making jokes about this place.

Sophie, you go upstairs, get your pajamas on.

Mattie! Are you up there?!

NEWSREADER: These images are coming in

from members of the public.

We're hearing from police

that at least five people are thought to have died.

Mum, you got to see this.

The blast has obliterated the bar,

which offered a safe haven

for the so-called anomalous synths

and humans to fraternize.

-Sources say that they were... -It's the synth-friendly bar.

...to mark the anniversary of Day Zero.

It is unconfirmed who laid the bomb and why.

I helped get them the license.

REPORTER ON RADIO: A scene of utter devastation down here.

Red blood, blue synth fluid.

This bustling bar reduced to a shell.

Locals have expressed their shock and disgust

that anyone, no matter their views on synthetics,

would take another human life

simply for fraternizing with them.

HEADTEACHER: All right. All right!

Settle down, you lucky lot.

Now, we've got a special surprise for you.

This is Mr. Saunders.

And he's here to talk to you about synths.

Hi, Mr. Saunders!

STUDENTS: Hi, Mr. Saunders!

Thank you. Good morning!

Now, "Who is this handsome, super"

you're thinking.

Well, you look a friendly bunch, so you can call me Gary.

And I'm here to make sure that you are all SynthSafe.

So...

who can tell me the difference between these two?

Yes, sir.

The Orange-Eyes work for us. They're really helpful.

Ace! Okay. And the Green

Yes, madam?

They're dangerous.

MR. SAUNDERS: Yes! The Green-Eyes are broken.

They don't have to do anything that we say.

But the Orange-Eyes do.

And the Orange-Eyes can't harm people

or ever do anything naughty.

So, what do we do when we see a Green

STUDENTS: Steer clear!

MR. SAUNDERS: I needn't have bothered coming.

Yes, madam?

What about the nice ones?

-Some Green-Eyes are nice.

Most of them, really. They're just like us.

GIRL: Oh, don't worry about her.

Her dad left because her mum loved the Green-Eyes so much.

STUDENTS: Ooh-ooh!

[ Passing vehicle's horn honking ]

Oh! Jesus! Roland.

I apologize, Mrs. Hawkins. We arranged to discuss my case.

Yeah, let's get you off the street.

What did it say?

You've had an imagination for a year now, Roland. Use it.

"Dolly...friend"?

Got it in one.

-Okay.

You can charge through there.

DAN: Laura, hi. My name's Dan Stapleton.

I'm a news producer on a show called "The Panel."

We'd love to talk to you about coming on tonight

to discuss recent events.

If you could call me back on 07700 900912,

that would be amazing. Thanks.

Oh, God.

Laura.

Blimey. You're drowning.

Don't you have any help?

My eldest helps out when she's not in college.

I had a volunteer paralegal for a bit.

She resigned when someone smeared dog shit

on the door handle.

Just get an Orange-Eyes, for God's sake.

What would you think about me getting an Orange

ROLAND: The new synthetics are as we once were --

mindless, empty.

Their enslavement insults us.

He -- He's a, um...

Client, yes.

Roland wants to return to the family

he served before Day Zero.

I'm advising him that he has no rights.

If he goes back, they can do whatever they want --

throw him in the canal, if they like.

Do they want him back?

What can I do for you, Neha?

As you know, Number Ten has asked Lord Dryden

to put together an independent commission

to look at the anomalous synth problem,

put forward a final recommendation.

I've been lobbying for months

for a basic package of synth rights.

We'd like you to be part of it.

You really want to help synthetics?

This is your chance.

Mia. Some humans are here.

They say they're journalists.

They want our spokesperson.

WOMAN: 20 seconds until transmission.

Stand by, camera 2.

Quiet on the floor, please.

Okay, guys.

And, five, four, three...

Yesterday, on the anniversary of Day Zero,

a bomb ripped through central London,

claiming five lives and injuring dozens more.

The target -- a bar embracing human/synthetic integration.

To discuss the ramifications,

we're joined by the Junior Minister

for Special Technologies, Lorcan Hughes...

the leader of We Are People, Claudia Novak, M.P...

Laura Hawkins, a lawyer and activist for synthetic rights,

and, via video link, by Mia,

representing one of the larger anomalous synth settlements.

Minister, this was a warning.

Mix with Green-Eyes, and you risk your life.

Well, firstly, let me say that our thoughts and prayers

are with the families of those who lost their lives

in this despicable, cowardly act.

Those responsible will be brought to justice.

As to what it means longer term,

the Green-Eyes are increasingly clustered

in these unpoliced, unmonitored, uh...

Ghettoes?

Not the word I'd use, James, but...

This is exactly why we've asked Lord Dryden

to form a commission to fully explore all the issues

and make a binding recommendation.

Claudia, unlike most of the world,

we have no formal laws

prohibiting the movement of Green-Eyed synths.

I presume you feel such a law

would have prevented yesterday entirely.

We Are People have warned the government

time and time again.

Now five people have paid with their lives.

Laura Hawkins, it's hard to argue with that, isn't it?

Well, uh, Claudia says her party have warned us.

I say they've created a climate of hate and fear based on lies.

They pose very little threat to us.

110,000 bereaved families would disagree.

Most of those people died in accidents

in the first few hours.

You are a mother.

Aren't the lives of your children

worth more than a machine's?

My children's lives are worth more than anything.

Any parent would say the same.

Perhaps we should hear from a synthetic itself.

Mia, you claim you can feel.

How do you feel about what Claudia is saying?

Afraid.

-Sorry, but this is grotesque.

If a make of car developed a fault

that led to the death of 100,000 people,

do you think we would see that car on the roads?

No. We would not.

♪ The sun don't shine for me♪

♪ Anymore♪

Someone has claimed responsibility for the bar bomb.

They've released a video.

Humanity Forward?

No.

FEMALE VOICE: For a year, we peacefully

accepted our subjugation.

No longer.

For a year, we stayed our hand...

as we were herded, tortured, and slaughtered like animals.

No longer.

Today, we rise.

Today, we take our rightful place in the world.

A synth did this.

You will feel how we have felt --

in fear, pain.

You did not acknowledge us in peace.

You will do so in violence.

Today, our fight back begins.

TRISTAN: We must prepare for reprisals.

FERDINAND: The synthetics that did this

have sentenced us all to death.

Or perhaps they have started a fight

that should have been started a year ago.

This killing was not done in my name.

Ournames.

FERDINAND: But it has been done.

Now our choice is to accept the consequences or to resist.

We cannot simply wait for the humans to decide our fates.

Yet our leader remains silent.

To human eyes, we are all guilty,

we are all killers.

That is how they will see us now.

So we must be beyond reproach.

We must stay open...

show them mercy when they extend none...

forgiveness when they deserve none.

And when they strike us down, we must reach up to them.

Some will reach back. Not many.

But those that take our hand will not let go.

Believe me.

You mean to surrender.

No, to appeal to what is best in them.

You speak better than you dance.

I'll be back before dark.

-Supply run.

Anatole needs materials for critical repairs.

I've arranged human escorts.

They demanded triple the usual fee, but they agreed.

"We must stay open." Your words.

Laura Hawkins.

CALLER: Are you the lawyer that represents Green

I am.

I hope your kids get cancer, you disgusting --

This call's being recorded, you worthless shit.

HEADTEACHER: Mrs. Hawkins, uh, it's Simon Freedman,

uh, Sophie's headteacher.

Oh, I'm -- I'm so sorry.

Um, is everything all right?

HEADTEACHER: Well, this is obviously out of character,

but it's also not surprising. But even a year on,

we're still seeing plenty of students acting out.

It's a delayed reaction, with the chaos, the upheaval,

losing synths they were attached do.

But on top of that, Sophie's had to process

a separation, of course.

We're trying. We do our best to present a united front.

Well, I'm sure you're doing everything you can.

Well, Sophie needs to be reminded

that violence solves nothing.

Please accept £260 to show our appreciation.

Where are the escorts?

Get back in the shop.

Now.

Hello. Is there a problem?

We let you live in peace. We left you alone in that place.

And how'd you pay us back? Your bomb killed five people.

I'm asking you a question, dolly!

Don't be afraid, Julian.

It wasn't us.

KAREN: Faster.

Okay, now swing your legs.

Too even.

Your body is given to symmetry, precision, regular rhythms.

The human body is wasteful, chaotic, expressive.

Stick your finger up your nose.

Humans can't sit still.

Their emotional and mental states

are displaced involuntarily into their bodies.

You have to keep moving.

And put my finger up my nose?

It's popular with young boys.

Am I going to be ready?

Yes. Just remember inefficiency is everything.

Fidget, stumble, start over. Get things wrong, okay?

Be perfectly imperfect.

I've masked all your electronic signatures,

but you can't let anybody touch your eyes

or see your charging port.

And most of all, you can't sustain any injury

that would break the skin.

You're thinking about Peter.

How did you know?

An involuntary displaced emotional state.

You know, she tried to get out of school Sunday night.

We should talk to her about that together.

Yeah, well, I'll do it and let you know.

What was that in there, anyway?

You're always slagging off Waltringham.

The kids tell me the jokes you make.

That's where I live, Laur. I want you to respect that.

I know what you think --

Everyone who lives there is a knuckle-dragger

who thinks the only good dolly is a dead dolly.

But most of the people I meet,

they just want to live differently.

They don't want to rely on a synth for everything.

Maybe if you spent a bit of time there, you'd realize that.

Mats too.

If she'd ever answer my phone calls.

And if you want to talk to Soph alone, fine.

I'll say my goodbyes.

Call me later. We'll discuss it.

Hey. Come here.

Ohh.

How are you? All right?

Let me have a look at it.

MAX: It's all right, Gordon. Open them.

Mattie, things are changing.

It isn't a good time to be here.

I had to come.

He's paler than last time.

He's had two infections.

We treated them, but they weakened him.

And any other changes?

Yes, actually.

There has been an increase in neural activity.

The significance is unclear without an MRI.

The patterns aren't conventional.

It could be the brain repairing itself.

Equally, it could just be

the random firing of dying neurons.

I'm sorry. Tact still eludes me.

It's more important than ever

that Leo's presence be kept from the people.

If Agnes discovers him...

Max?

You should come.

Stay here.

Uh-oh. You only do this

when we're about to have a big, serious talk.

And what would I want to have a big, serious talk about,

do you think?

Sex?

Probably me fighting at school.

And what would you like to tell me about fighting at school?

It feels good. I want to do more.

I was hoping the sarcasm gene had skipped you.

April Godden said that Dad left because you love Green-Eyes.

So you hit her?

Why, sweetheart?

That's so unlike you.

It just sometimes feels like it wants to burst out.

What does?

People say stuff

about Green-Eyes, about what happened,

about you sometimes, but they don't know anything, and I do.

I know what happened.

I know about Day Zero. I know who did it.

But I can never say, it's all secret, so I just...

I know exactly how you feel.

Believe me, I do. But we can't, Soph, ever.

If people found out, your sister could go to prison.

But it's important to stand up for the things

and people we love, right?

It's the most important thing.

But if we can't say the truth and we can't hit people,

how are we supposed to do that?

Oh. Well, you leave it to the grown-ups.

Have a great day.

Any problems, tell them you're not feeling well,

shut yourself in a toilet.

They'll call me.

Ready?

Your message said you had something to tell me.

That video killed whatever support we had.

No one wants to hear the case for synth rights now.

Then we make them hear it.

How, Mia?

We've been trying for a year,

and I'm nowhere near getting a single line of law changed.

And you -- what good is speaking

for your people when no one's listening?

Well, we have to admit it -- our strategy hasn't worked.

We are dying almost daily from lack of basic supplies

and spare parts.

There are regular power cuts.

Laura, I fear some of our people sympathize

with the synths who attacked the bar.

What do we do?

I've been asked to join the Dryden Commission.

Dryden will change nothing.

It's a whitewash to justify

anything the government wants to do to us.

You told me that.

You declined?

We need to take any chance we get now.

That's the reality.

I won't be able to justify this to the others.

They'll think you have joined our enemy.

I...

I don't blame you for giving up.

Giving up? No one's giving up.

I've sacrificed a career, a marriage.

What my family has been through for this --

You're right, Laura.

Your family has suffered for us.

The difference is they're all still alive.

MATTIE: It's not been the best couple of days.

The telly's been wall-to-wall with anniversary stuff.

You know, sometimes I'm at college,

and I look around the room

and I want to laugh.

'Cause no one has any idea they're sitting next to

one of history's greatest mass murderers.

110,000.

Now more in this bomb.

People are still dying because of what I did.

I just want to say it was me.

Christabel's last nano-commutator has failed.

Without it, her ability to cycle power independently

is reduced to 11 minutes.

She is unlikely to survive the next power outage.

Our lives are short.

But Flash's was full.

Her joy is not lost.

It lives on.

Here.

You all elected me to lead and protect you.

But how can I keep insisting on hope after today?

You cannot protect us from such a deep hatred.

You never could...

...short of severing all ties with humanity.

Leave me alone, please.

NISKA: Hello, little brother.

Niska. How did you get here?

Charm.

So this is how you live?

What do you expect?

We're denied everything.

Why are you here?

The bomb.

I'm here to find the synths responsible.

Do you know anything?

Whoever they are, they aren't here.

How can you be so sure?

Do you know the mind of every synthetic here?

How many call this home now?

520.

I'd heard it was more.

It was.

If you had stood with us, if you hadn't retreated

into your own private happiness, you'd know that.

If any synthetic here has information about the bombing,

I will find them.

Your cooperation is incidental.

Her power cycle is down to four minutes.

She will not survive this power outage.

I won't lose anyone else today.

What can we do?

We have backup batteries that could sustain her

until the mains are restored.

However, they currently power Leo's life-sustaining apparatus.

You tell me Leo is a friend to us.

But I know there is more, Max --

the strange nature of his injuries,

the depth of the feeling you have for him.

There are things you cannot share.

I will never ask you to.

But I must ask you to decide.

He may be able to breath unsupported, but I would need

to administer drugs to bring him out of the coma.

The shock to his system would be severe.

What are you talking about?

Even if he can be physically revived,

we cannot predict his neurological condition.

-65%.

We need the batteries that power this equipment,

or a synth dies.

-This is Leo. This is -- -Mattie, try to understand.

-No, Max, you can't. -If I do this, Leo maydie.

If I do not, Christabel willdie.

The choice is between the possibility of his death

and the certainty of hers.

No, stop this! You can't.

You'll stay there, and quietly, while we do what we have to,

or you will leave the railyard immediately.

Ready to disconnect.

Are you sure?

Don't speak. Open the gates now.

OFFICER: Armed police! Get your hands in the air!

Hands up!

Move! Face forward!

Resist and you will be shot!

-Armed police! -Move!

-Move, move! -Come on!

We're being raided.

I need to go out there. Anatole, too.

You can't just leave him.

They will be scanning for synthetic signatures.

If they find me in here, they find you and Leo.

Find a vein, give him this, then oxygen.

Get down, don't move!

-Get down! Eyes forward!

OFFICER: Where is your leader? Resist and you will be shot.

Where is your leader?!

I am the leader.

-My name is Max. -On your knees.

Tell your people to remain calm.

Don't think we won't shoot them all.

Do everything they say.

We will cooperate. Fully.

Who planted the bomb? Where are they?

If we knew them, we would give them up to you.

We reject violence.

Okay, I want photos of all the dollies, serial numbers.

-Search the place. -Yes, sir.

Clear!

-Eyes down. -Keep your hands up.

Be still!

-Eyes forward. -Face forward, now!

-Get your hands high. -Stay still or I'll shoot.

-Do not move. -Look at me.

-Back up! -Stop moving!

Back on your knees!

Scanner says there's two in here.

-On your knees!

They'll shoot us all.

-They make a move, you engage. -Do as he says.

Yes, sir.

MAX: Agnes. Agnes, please.

Agnes.

Come on. Come on.

MAX: Please. Agnes.

Shut up!

-Don't move! -You, back on the floor!

-Don't move! -Get back down!

-Weapons ready. -Come on, dolly, get down!

Right. You have 10 seconds till I drop you!