All language subtitles for T.S02E05.720p.WEB.H264

Hi, Jamie. We heard you and your friends
are working for some serious criminals.

What?

Is this Lee? He works for
a company called CTIP.

They work on drainage,
the infrastructure under London.

Tommy has an old injury.

- His liver is in serious trouble.
- You've done your job. Close him up.

People pay for good news.

This is the name
of a specialist here in London.

If you could give this note to Tommy,

tell him I referred him
and tell him to go straight away.

It's not your conventional,
all-white, clean-looking clinic, no.

- Dennis has vomited.
- Twice.

So, we're leaving.

Just wanna give you something.
It'll make you feel better.

You want to bring the tub to a standstill?

- So, is that a yes?
- But not to that plan.

What if I said we could gridlock
the whole of central London, if you like?

- Easy as that?
- We just need to pick up a key.

Daniel.

Glad you could make it.

I hope your journey
wasn't too arduous.

You're joking, right?

You just kidnapped me.
What the hell is going on?

I need your help, as a friend.

- No way.
- Please let's not fuck around.

The clock is ticking.

Besides,
this isn't actually a request.

- So, what is this?
- You're under an obligation, Daniel.

Look, you said you were
all about the professional, right?

This, this is not professional.

This is the foremost equestrian
medical center in the country.

There's nothing unprofessional here.

Now, if you want to get yourself
prepared for surgery,

there's a sink
and some scrubs in the corner.

Help me.

All right.

This is Paul, he's been having
quite severe chest pains.

Paul, can you hear me?
I'm Dr. Milton. What happened to you?

- I got shot.
- Dermot will assist you.

Just to let you know,
I've actually been struck off.

But you know how these
things are, very political.

Have you been drinking?

Why have you made no attempt
to stop the bleeding?

- The man's in a critical condition.
- Help me, please. I'm scared.

I don't wanna die.

- Are you gonna wash up or what?
- I'm not your personal fucling physician.

Dr. Milton's a fine surgeon, which is why
I put up with his recalcitrant attitude.

It means truculent and uncooperative!

- Am I gonna die?
- Well, obviously the hope is not, Paul.

- The hope is not.
- I don't wanna die.

It looks bad, but I'm a good surgeon.
If you have any questions, please...

address it to Dermot there
while I get ready.

I have a wee flask,
if you'd like something for the pain.

No, he doesn't need your flask.
He needs morphine.

Morphine is better.

Hello there.

Is there a problem
with the reactor core?

- What?
- The getup.

Rats.

Rats?

Yeah. We've been sent by CTIP
to get rid of them.

- Where?
- In the basement. There's a nest.

Behind the...

key cupboard.

Go on, then.

Jeremy wants me to meet him
in his office in 15 minutes.

What? I thought he was out today.

You don't think it's about this?

- No.
- No way.

- No, no, no.
- No.

No, definitely no.

- Still.
- Still what?

Still, probably best hurry.
We don't want him to suspect anything.

Bye.

Let's go.

He's got no output.
He's not gonna make it.

Come on.

This is all I can do for him.

A valiant attempt.

"A" for effort,
but it looks like Paul's time was up.

Poor kid.

Okay.

So, let's move on to the
other business of the day.

- Wha... No, no, no. I'm done.
- We need to remove his liver.

Yeah.

You might as well take the kidneys too,
no point leaving money on the table.

So... What was all this about, then?

- Was that just for my benefit?
- Well, and Paul, surely.

What, and all the while,
you were just gonna strip him for parts?

Don't be so sanctimonious, Daniel.
I'd have be as happy as anyone

if you'd have managed to save Paul,

but as it stands, we have another patient
waiting for a liver transplant.

- There he is.
- You remember Tommy.

- My personal physician.
- You left him a note, after all.

I'm just gonna go to the toilet
and let yous guys get on with it.

The only man I trust with my life.

- It's good to see you, Tommy.
- Doctor.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Listen, I don't think you understand
quite how complicated...

Paul's liver is a complete
match for Tommy's.

All the relevant tests
have been carried out.

- It tested he was a match?
- Yes.

When?

Before or after he was shot
multiple times?

After.

- I won't be complicit in this.
- Don't be so bourgeois, Daniel.

You will carry out this surgery.

Because if you don't, you'll have yet
another body on your conscience.

Surely you don't want that.

- I can't do it on my own.
- Dermot will assist.

Dermot?

Where is he?

Dermot.

Dermot.

He's fine.

- You're not meant to be here.
- I'm sorry?

This room's
meant to be free.

Supposed to be on a standby for the next
two hours on a... cleaning rotation.

Not till tonight.
Sorry, who exactly are you?

We're exterminators.
There's rats behind the key cupboard.

Behind the cupboard?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that cupboard right there.

In the rock?

They could gnaw for anything,
mate, they're disgusting.

On you go, then.

Thank you.

- Can you give us the room?
- Yeah, sorry, this stuff's pretty toxic.

- I can't, I have to be here.
- What did the guy do at the other place?

The guy?

-Yeah, he...
-Over...

- Over by the...
- The thing.

The guy, yeah.

I think he just went out on his lunch,
didn't he? He activated the...

- Lunch protocol.
-The lunch protocol.

The lunch protocol.

Boss, if you could
duck out for a sandwich,

you can duck out, just be yourself,
permanent lung damage.

And impotence.

Impotent?

The fumes would clear
in about an hour, so...

Don't touch me!

Doctor! Doctor!

I want the gas.

Give me the gas mask.
I want the gas.

Good God.

Do we have the right
kind of gas?

- Sorry?
- Do we have the right kind of gas?

- I don't even know if...
- I want the gas!

- And I don't want this guy near me.
- Right. Dermot, you take over.

I'll take Tommy.
Source another form of anesthetic, okay?

Here.

We've received
an inquiry from the police.

- Oh, what? Yeah, okay.
- It's not uncommon.

So much of our network
being under the ground,

it attracts those drawn to morally
subterranean pursuits.

Okay.

Well, sit down.

So, obviously you're still very green?

- Sure.
- But the only way to learn is to do.

So I've arranged for you
to show them around the tunnels.

Okay.

So, you need to meet Detective
Sergeant Moloney. In town, today.

At the Kingsway entrance. Show him
the tunnels under Temple Station.

- Today?
- Yes, today.

- He's waiting for you now.
- Okay.

Good. Yeah. Thank you. Thanks.

One, two, three.

So...

how are we supposed to know
what key we're looking for?

I'm not afraid of pain, doctor.

I just don't like needles.

What is that?

It's a horse hospital, so if you don't
like injections, I'm afraid this is it.

- Like this?
- Yeah, see if it fits.

What was that?

Count backwards from 100.

Let's take all the keys.
All right? Fuck it.

Fill up the bag and we can work out
when we get out of here.

They'd notice. Yeah? They'd change
all the locks on all the electrical boxes.

They're paranoid about terrorism.
We're fucked.

It doesn't hurt to look. See if you can
make any sense over here.

What?
I'm not Alan bloody Turing, am I?

It seems to be three
letters and a number.

Like this.

TL... T9 and 6.

They all start with TL.

- Transport London.
- Doubt it.

Shit, what that?

Some...

Bunch of buttons,
and one of them is flashing red.

They've also got "TL" written on them,
too, and then a number.

It's...

TL...

That's what TL means.
Transit layer.

Try pushing the red button.

- Yeah?
- Push it.

Okay, so that's a map reference.
Transit layer, T9.

Square 9 on the transit layer map
which must correspond...

...to where the electrical
transmission units are located.

That's it.

Have you cracked it?
Have you done it?

I am bloody Alan Turing.

Which means that the key
that we need is TLK5.

I'd say K for Kingsway.

It's...

But then I'm not certain
if it's 2, 3...

or 4.

I don't really know.

I think that's everything worth taking.

Not a bad haul,
considering his condition.

But before we bring
your man over,

we should get rid
of the rest of this fella.

No, I'm... I'm a surgeon,
not a janitor.

That's right, you're a surgeon.

A surgeon in a horse hospital.
Harvesting body parts.

- Get over yourself.
- Look, I tried to save his life.

I'm not gonna make myself an accessory
to disposing of his body.

Stop being so hysterical. Nobody's asking
to roll him up in a bit of carpet

and dump him under your front porch.

And stop fecking about
and get an end.

Come on.

- Come on. They won't miss three...
- Time's up, guys.

Mate, can you just give us
five more minutes?

- Can I just wait in here?
- We just need five minutes more.

Then we're gone and you can get back
to your monitors rat-free.

No, I need to get back
to my terminals now.

We just need five minutes.

Come on, guys,
I've given you enough time.

We're about to tear off
the impotence pump.

No, you're not.

Fucking hell.

You came prepared.

Have you ever operated
an incinerator before?

I'm not the sort of doctor
who does incinerations, all right?

Let me remind you
that we are responsible

for ensuring that that young man

receives treatment as dignified
as any human being might expect.

And let me also remind you
that he died on our operating table.

Look, if you want me to say a few words,
mark my respect or something,

happy to.

Anything other than that,
that's your department.

All right.

You are joking.

Why would anyone joke
about something as serious as this?

All right.

End is in beginning...

And in beginning end:

Death is not loss, nor life winning;

But each and to each is friend.

The hands which give are taking;

And the hands which take bestow:

Always the bough is breaking

Heavy with fruit or snow.

I reckon we're gonna have
to stick him in arse first.

Otherwise we're gonna
have to just chop the fecker up.

- Hi.
- Hi. Are you...

- Yeah, Eve. Hi.
- I'm DS Moloney.

You're the tunnel expert, yeah?

I've been looking at the maps
you guys sent over,

so I have a sort of vague idea
of where I wanna go,

but hopefully you'll be able
to keep me right.

I'm not really
much of an expert.

- I'm honest.
- I'm sure that's not true.

After you.

- I insist.
- I have a police badge.

I've got a lanyard.

- Can I see that?
- Sir, is something wrong?

- Milton. It's a unusual name.
- Yeah, I suppose it is.

- Anyway, shall we?
- Yeah.

Am I allowed to ask
what it is you're looking for?

- You can ask.
- What are you looking for?

Not exactly sure.
Hoping I'll know it when I see it.

Right. It is a crime
you're investigating, though?

Yeah. Nothing you need
to worry about though.

- No, I'm not worried.
- What's through here?

Through there? Nothing.

I'd like to take a look.

I need to nip to the toilet
before we begin.

No.

- What?
- No. We're gonna get this done.

- But I need to piss.
- Well, that's good. It'll keep you alert.

Making the incision.

Dermot, I need
you to concentrate.

Don't worry about Dermot.

Worry about your family.

- What did you say?
- Beth and Eve.

Worry about them.
I mean, it must be a worry, right?

What with Eve dropping out of university
and Beth dying.

You mad cow.

You drugged me.

I know.

But... it worked.

- Rebecca, the bloods are normal.
- Are you serious?

Yeah.

What's that?

- Let me know if the pressures change.
- Will do.

- It's like a ballet.
- That's the donor liver grafted.

So, what, are you done?
Is it a success?

Not yet.

Now for the tricky bit.

What are you doing?

Please shut up. Shut up, please.
Can you just...

Call an ambulance.

Shut up! I cannot hear myself think.
Can you please shut up?

I just need to... I need to focus.
It's all gonna be fine.

Come, let's go.

- Go on your right.
- Come on.

Go, go.

- We did it.
- Oh, my God!

Keep going!
We fucking did it!

You all right?

Yes! The freaking smoke!
Oh, my God, Lee, the freaking smoke!

Hello. What's up?

What?

You a local?

Yeah. Me too.

Well, Watford.
But Watford's London now, isn't it?

Oh, my God, what is that?

- What?
- I think that's a Banksy.

- Where?
- Right there.

Nah. That's not a Banksy.

- No?
- Definitely no.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Do you think you've seen
everything you need to see?

- Yeah, I think so.
- Great.

All done?

I leave the patient's post-operative care
in your hands. I'm going home.

Goodbye, Dermot. Gubby.

See you later, Daniel Milton.

No.

No?

No, you will not see me later.

Life is long.

We're done. Okay?

I want you to listen to me, and I want you
to understand what I'm saying.

We're through, right?

We're through.

Hello?

Anyone home?

- The treatment doesn't work.
- I didn't realize anyone was here.

I want the research. Everything.
Whatever you and Anna have.

Okay.
Can we talk about this calmly?

- Please, fuck you.
- Beth?

Yeah, look, the only thing I wanna
hear from you right now

is where I can get the research.

- I won't just give you Anna's work.
- Anna's work?

Everything you did,
all of it was based on my work.

Well, yeah, of course.

You don't join a marathon
at the finish line and expect a medal.

That's hardly
a useful metaphor, is it?

Can we just sit down and discuss
this like two rational adults?

Please, spare me this.

This is not about the research.

- What'd you mean?
- Nothing.

- You think this is about you and Anna?
- Well, isn't it?

God, you're so bloody arrogant.

Lancaster's is my life's work.
I won't let someone take that from me.

- I'm arrogant?
- Yeah.

Do you have even an atom
of gratitude in you?

Gratitude for what?

- I saved your life.
- I never asked you to.

- You went against my express wishes.
- I dismantled my own life.

I broke it down to fucking pieces
to save yours.

You did all that
just to service your own ego.

No. No, don't answer the fucking door.

- Sorry to disturb you at home.
- What is it?

It's Anna.

Come on! What's the holdup?

- I have to be somewhere!
- Oh, fuck off.

Come on, how much longer?

What you want me to do?
Pull up bloody rocket boosters and fly?

This is an emergency.

This isn't an ambulance. I'm not sure
what it is you think I can do.

We need to get to Anna!

I'll repeat. I'm not sure
what it is you think I could be doing.

Jesus. I'll be quicker walking.

Get out and walk, then.

I don't have time
for your inconsequential dramas.

The world is on fire, Daniel.
Humanity is in existential peril.

So I've got more important things to be
doing than rushing around after you

every time you got some fucking mess
you need cleared up.

Fine.

Good!

Who's this?

Lee? It's me.

I think
I fucked up a bit.

Jamie, what did you do?

The police came to visit me
and I told them Daniel was a doctor.

I didn't mean to.

I'm scared they're gonna track you down.

No. Look, it's fine.
No one is ever gonna find the bunker.

Don't worry about it, okay?
We're safe as houses.

Kam, find out if Daniel Milton's
daughter is called Eve.

I think I've done it.

I'm gonna get my badge back.

How are they?

They've got temperatures,
like, crazy high.

Their potassiums and calciums
are all over the place.

- Abdominal seizures...
- When did they fall unconscious?

I don't know.
I gave them a sedative.

- You did what?
- I gave them a sedative.

- Why?
- To... To sedate them.

Why? What happened?

I tweaked the dose
and then they got these side effects.

Tweaked?

- Are they gonna be okay?
- I'm gonna need your help.

- What's happening?
- They're all in anaphylactic shock.

- Now what?
- Pull his trousers down.

Try and inject him in the thigh.

Just jab it in.
Give me.

If it wasn't for you...

Police!

Hands in the air.

Neil?

Neil?

It's Rob, actually.

Hi, Yvette.
Or should I say Anna?

- What's going on?
- This isn't what it looks like.

I'm not here by accident.
I'm a detective.

- Well, I'm a doctor.
- Not now.

Neil. Rob, I mean.

I don't know what you think you know,
but you've got it all wrong.

- We're not criminals.
- I'm sorry about this, Anna.

I really enjoyed our date.

Me too.

What, you dated?

- Well, does it matter?
- I didn't think you were seeing anyone.

- I'm not seeing anyone...
- Enough! Hands in the air.

Both of you.

- We only went on one date.
- Whatever. I don't care.

Oh, good.

I only have one set of handcuffs,
so I'll need to cuff you together.

Really? Do we need to do this?
Why don't you just let her go?

Shut up and sit down.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

Back to back.

This is just a massive
misunderstanding.

Is it?

Hands behind your backs.

Anna.

Get back.

Anna.

This is a bad idea.

Maybe there's a way out of this.

- Maybe there is.
- Great.

We're friends.
Let's... have a friendly chat.

Okay. I'm a scientist.

I've been working on a cure
for Lancaster's.

Okay. You don't need
to threaten me with scissors.

And I've not just been working on it,
I've actually found a cure.

Please put the scissors down, Anna.

I'm the only one who knows about you.
Put the scissors down.

Thank you. Fuck!

You've made a big mistake!
I'm telling you, poor decision-making!

What happens now? Fuck!
Guys, come on! Come on, let me out!

Fuck!

Your boyfriend sounds very cross.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

- Well, have you got any ideas?
- I don't like this tone.

No tone.

I mean, who is he?

It was just one time.
It was nothing serious.

No, I'm not asking
because I'm jealous, Anna.

I'm asking because he's a fucking
policeman and he's down here.

But I didn't know
he was a policeman.

Okay, here's what
we're gonna do.

I'm gonna call Lee,
and we're gonna get him to bring his van.

But he... he found us.
He's seen this place. He knows who I am.

We're gonna sedate him.

And we'll stick him in the van.
We'll drive him out to the countryside.

And we come back here,
we clear everything out of the bunker

and what we can't take, we'll burn.

You can't be serious.

It's the only way.

What about me?
He knows about me.

What's that?

You really need to calm down.

Look, you're not getting out of there.
It's bombproof.

Oh, no.

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