All language subtitles for Doctor.Who.2005.S11E03

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Hey, you.

You don't go that way.

That way's not for coloureds.

Get off, go round the back, and
get on there, that's your entrance.

You know that.

I don't see the need...

for getting off then
getting back on there.

Not when there's folks
standing in the stairwell.

How am I gonna squeeze on there?

If you ain't going
through that back door...

you're getting off my bus.

Sir, let me go.

Please, don't do that. Stop!

You better not hit me.

Get out that door!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hold on!

God!

Ah.

Nearly.

- Sheffield?
- Almost. Really close.

So, not Sheffield, then?

You're doing this
deliberately, aren't ya?

Who are you talking to?

If it's me, I haven't touched anything.

I'm talking to the TARDIS.

Because this is our ninth attempt.

14th.

You can't control this thing, can you?

Excuse me! Yes, I can.

Most of the time. Just...

sometimes, like now, it
has a mind of its own.

So, where are we, actually?

Earth.

United States.

1955. Montgomery, Alabama.

If I'm reading this properly.

New displays. Still figuring them out.

1955?!

Elvis? Could we see Elvis?

I think he's in New York this week.

I could give him a call.

You haven't got Elvis's phone number.

Don't ever tell anyone I
lent him a mobile phone.

Whoa.

What's that?

Traces of artron energy?

Should we know what artron energy is?

It's the same type of
energy the TARDIS runs off.

There really shouldn't be
traces of artron energy here.

Unless they're ours. Which they're not.

And now you want to check it out.

Yeah. I should.

Quick look. But quietly.

History's very delicate.

We stick together.

Real, live 1950s.

Time travel's awesome!

Uh, excuse me.

Excuse me.

You dropped this.

- Hey!
- Whoa, whoa.

Take your filthy black
hands off my wife!

- Whoa! Stop!
- Sir, please, take a step back.

You OK, Ryan?

I was just trying to
give her back her glove.

Is this your boy?

He's my grandson, actually.

Your what? My grandson.

You ain't from around here.
We don't want any trouble.

Well, I don't know how it
goes where you folks are from,

but your boy,

he'll be swinging from a tree
with a noose for a neckerchief

if he touches a white
woman in Montgomery!

- What did you just...?
- Is there a problem here, Mr Steele?

Step away, now. Go ahead, step away.

- These friends of yours?
- No, sir.

Just on my lunch break,

wondering if I can help out
with any misunderstanding.

I... I believe your suit
will be ready tomorrow.

The alterations are gonna
make it look just right, sir.

Let's go, Lizzie.

- Are you crazy?
- He slapped me!

Do you read the newspapers?

You know what they did
to young Emmett Till.

We're from out of town.

Well, so was Emmett Till.

On vacation from the north.

Couple of words to...

a white woman in Mississippi,

and the next thing...

they find his body...

in the river.

You want that to be you?

No.

Did your mother raise
you with no manners?

I will take a "No, ma'am."

No, ma'am.

- You all together?
- Yes.

We're very grateful, Miss...?

Mrs.

Parks. Rosa Parks.

No way.

You're kidding.

Brilliant! Rosa Parks!

Lovely to meet you, Rosa Parks. Big fan.

Excuse me?

Big... fan... of...

Montgomery.

I'm... we are just visiting.

Recommend anything for tourists like us?

I recommend you get yourselves
the hell out of Alabama

before you find yourselves in
trouble you can't get out of.

Oh, my God.

Can you believe it? Actual Rosa Parks!

Amazing.

Also a problem.

Registering traces of
artron energy all around her.

Why is that?

No.

Force shields.

We were in Rosa Parks class
in primary. Do you remember?

All the Year 4, 5 and 6 classes

were named after inspirational people.

She's the bus woman, right?

- You do remember what she did?
- Yeah.

First black woman to ever drive a bus.

- No, Ryan!
- What?

Your nan would have a fit right now!

How could you have been in
a class named after the woman

and not know who she is?

She's American.

She refused to give up her seat on a
segregated bus to a white passenger.

And got arrested for it.

Her arrest started a boycott
of the buses in Montgomery.

Or, rather, will start.

Today is Wednesday, November 30th, 1955.

Tomorrow, Rosa refuses
to give up her seat.

And all this basically kicked
off the US civil rights movement,

led by Martin Luther King.

See? I'm not totally ignorant.

I just got confused by
the whole... bus thing.

Martin Luther King is a minister
here in Montgomery right now.

- He and Rosa knew each other?
- Yeah.

Is it me, or has it
gotten very quiet in here?

We don't serve Negroes.

Good.

'Cause I don't eat them.

Or Mexicans.

Is she talking to me?

Y'all need to eat somewhere else.

Come on.

OK, listen. I can deal with this.

You guys, go back to
the TARDIS and be safe.

While you do what?

Locate the source of
these energy anomalies.

We're one day out of a
tipping point in Earth history.

I don't want anything disrupting that.

It's easy for me here.
It's more dangerous for you.

You can walk away from this.

Rosa Parks can't.

Rosa Parks doesn't.

If she can live here her whole life,

a couple of hours ain't gonna kill me.

- It ain't gonna kill me, right?
- No.

Not if we look out for each other.

I'm cool with it.

What do you reckon, Mexican lady?

Oi. You keep that up,
I'll use you as a pinata.

Epicentre of the artron
readings is 1.2 miles that way.

- Come on.
- Hey, hey.

We will stop somewhere else
to eat, though, won't we?

No time, Graham!

Have you noticed that happens a lot?

I... I need regular food, that's all.

We just got thrown out of a bar and
that's what you're worried about?

Not just that.

Not sure your stomach's compatible
with time travel, Graham.

Can I help you?

Is there a problem here?

No problem, ma'am. No problem at all.

This is where the artron signals
converge, at the bus company.

All roads lead to Rosa Parks.

Yeah. Bit of a worry.

Let's have a look around.

Well, I'm not sure about this.

There's nothing in here.

Why padlock an empty room?
Unless it's not empty.

That wasn't there a second ago.

No kidding.

It was there. We just couldn't
see it. Perception filter.

Why would anybody do that to a suitcase?

Can we open it?

Is the right question!

Is anyone excited?
'Cause I'm really excited.

You won't be if it's a bomb.

Don't kill the vibe, Graham.

- Whoa. Not very '50s.
- I knew it.

See, now there's a problem.

We're not the only ones in
Montgomery who don't belong here.

Any clues what any of that is?

Information brick, multi-intercepting
surveillance device.

All a bit knackered, though.

Well, why has it been left in here?

This explains the artron
signals. This is very bad news.

Secondary charger for a...

In here!

Stay here.

Oi! Brando, looking for us?

I'm not armed.

Is that supposed to
make me not shoot you?

Ideally.

So... temporal displacement weapon.

- Horrible things. Can't stand them.
- Thank you.

Not a compliment.

It takes a lot of power
to displace things in time.

I think you and I both know your
weapon is pretty much out of juice,

and I've got your spare battery.

You've been leaving traces of
residual artron energy all over 1955.

And what are you? The artron police?

Maybe you are.

Blue box in the alley, is it a TARDIS?

Might be. What's it to you?

Oh, it could be worth a lot.

Nah, not that one. Second-hand,
huge mileage, one careless owner.

Mind you, it's better
than a vortex manipulator

like the one on your wrist.

Cheap and nasty time travel.

So, what do you want with Rosa Parks?

Who?

Oh, now you're being annoying.

The feeling is mutual.

- How long have you been here?
- Get out of Montgomery.

You're not the first to say that to us.

If I see any of you
again, I will kill you.

Don't threaten me.

Chop, chop. On your way now.

What are you doing?

Come on, gang.

Are we actually leaving?

Not in a million years.

I'm getting pretty sick
of seeing that sign.

So, how are we going to do this?

In you come before anyone sees.

Well, this is fun.

Last time I sneaked into
someone's room by a window

was Danny Biswas in Year 10.

You just went right
down in my estimation.

Why?!

Danny Biswas? He was punching
well above his weight.

Did you just accidentally
pay me a compliment?

Whatever.

Why can't we just stay in the TARDIS?

Our friend with the
temporal displacement weapon

has got eyes on it.

We go in and out of there, we're
going to run into him again.

And I don't want to just yet,
not till we've figured this out.

This is better? Smuggling
ourselves into crummy motels.

I just need a moment to work this out.

Yeah. Like, what do we actually know?

1955. Montgomery.

One day away

from Rosa Parks refusing to
give her seat up on a bus.

Meanwhile, we've got an out-of-time
impostor skulking at the bus works

with a temporal displacement weapon.

I understand "weapon" but not
sure about "temporal displacement".

Displaces you through time.

A blast hits you, you're
thrown through time

to wherever the user has set it.

He had it set for the very far future.

- That's horrible.
- Yes.

And it uses artron molecules.

That, plus his vortex manipulator,

were presumably what the TARDIS
detected when it brought us here.

So, do we think he's
trying to kill Rosa Parks?

Or use that weapon on her?

He's been here a while, set
up base at the bus works.

If he wanted to get rid of her,
why has he not done it already?

Besides, the Sonic picked
up something else on him

but I need to go back to make sure.

Right. What do you remember
about Rosa from school?

Oi! Whoa, whoa. What are
you doing? That is vandalism.

- We'll have to pay for it.
- Don't worry. Special pen.

No. Pack it in. You ain't Banksy.

Or am I?

Rosa takes the bus on
the 1st of December, 1955.

- What time of day?
- Evening.

She was coming home from work.

I remember 'cause she said
people thought she didn't stand

'cause she was tired from
working, but she wasn't.

Where did she work?

I think it was in a shop,
like a department store.

No. No. Wait.

Earlier, she told that
git that slapped Ryan,

"Your suit will be ready tomorrow."

That's it. She did clothes
repairs. She was a seamstress.

I mean, is a seamstress. I can't
get used to being in the past.

- Bathroom.
- Seriously?

Very seriously.

No, Doc. The wall.

Banksy doesn't have one of those.

Or have I?

Oh, officer. What can I do for you?

Can I come in, ma'am?

"Ma'am." Still can't get used to that.

Here we are, darling.

This police officer
was so keen to come in,

he didn't feel the need
to introduce himself.

Is there a problem, officer...?

Mason. Montgomery Police.

I'd offer you a cuppa, but the
refreshment facilities are very poor.

- I'll be leaving a note.
- British?

How can you tell?

You've been making folks uneasy.

How have we done that?

You don't happen to know
a couple of mongrels?

Hmm? Negro boy, Mexican girl?

I don't recognise anyone
by that description.

Hmm.

See, the Negro has been
going around picking fights

with upstanding citizens.

You appreciate it's an offence to
harbour coloureds in a room here.

We're not harbouring anyone who
doesn't have a right to be here.

Mm-hm.

What's your business here in Montgomery?

We're here to pitch an invention. Yeah.

It's... a telephone...

that plays music and it's a camera,

also takes photos.

And it's a calendar.

And it sends letters.

Sounds ridiculous.

What's your name, sir?

Steve. Jobs. Steve Jobs.

You being disrespectful
with me, Mr Jobs?

Steve Jobs would never disrespect
a Montgomery police officer, sir.

Hmm.

You get yourselves gone as soon as
your business is concluded. Mm-hm?

I did not warm to him.

I'm sick of this place already.

I know.

To be here just as
history is taking place.

This ain't history here,
Yas. We're hiding behind bins.

I'm having to work so hard to
keep my temper every second here.

I could have slapped that guy
back there as soon as we arrived.

Thank God me nan taught
me how to keep my temper.

- Never give them the excuse.
- Yeah.

- My dad tells me the same.
- Yeah. See.

It's not like Rosa Parks wipes
out racism from the world forever,

otherwise how come I get
stopped way more by the police

than my white mates?

Oi, not this police.

- Tell me you don't get hassled.
- Of course I do.

Especially on the job.

I get called a Paki when
I'm sorting out a domestic

or a "terrorist" on the
way home from the mosque.

Yeah. Exactly.

But they don't win, those people.

I can be a police officer now

because people like Rosa Parks
fought those battles for me, for us.

And in 53 years, they'll have
a black president as leader.

Who knows where they'll
be 50 years after that.

That's proper change.

What?

Were you born this positive?

I guess so. Must be my Mexican blood.

Yaz! Ryan!

Wait, wait, wait. We need
as much intel as we can get.

If we're gonna protect Rosa, we
need to know the facts of her life.

Home address. Daily routine.

Where she works, the route she
takes and the church she attends.

Also, the name of the
driver she refused.

I know that. It's James Blake.

How do you know that?

Well, your nan, when she found
out I was a bus driver, said to me,

"You better not be like James Blake."

Blake the Snake. That's
what she called him.

And I had to ask her who he was,

and she just said he gave
all bus drivers a bad name.

She said that when you'd only just met?

- Yeah.
- That's pretty hardline.

- That's me nan.
- Yeah.

She had a T-shirt that said, um...

"Spirit of Rosa".

And, uh...

Well, I wish that she was here.

I don't. She'd start a riot.

- Yeah.
- Right. Operation Rosa Parks.

Found out where she works.

Montgomery Fair Department Store.

And if the phone book's
right, this is where she lives.

Right. So, these bus routes don't
go near Rosa's shop or house,

but these ones...

do.

Great. If we can find
Rosa's route and time today,

we can keep an eye on her tomorrow.

Who's up for a bus ride?

Excuse me.

Sorry.

OK, Doc.

This route is one of three
that goes between Rosa's home

and where she works,

and I reckon this one's the most direct.

So it's most likely she
takes this one tomorrow night,

but we can't be certain
exactly what time.

Unless we stalk her all day.

This is me, on the back of the bus.

I'm so ashamed.

You shouldn't have to do this.

I agree. I'm sorry, Ryan.

The driver let me on
at the front of the bus.

What does that mean for where I sit?

Obviously not a lot of
Pakistani heritage around here.

Does "coloured" just
mean "black" in 1955?

Guess I'll park my South
Asian-Mexican backside

in the white section, then,
and let's see what happens.

Riding the bus in Montgomery.

Good times.

That's where she works.

This must be her stop.

Perfect.

We can wait here, then get on the
bus with her when she finishes work.

Have a little chat.

Hi.

Nice to see you again.

- Mrs Parks, right?
- Yes.

You helped us out earlier today
with our little misunderstanding.

I remember.

- British.
- Yes.

Funny thing. You'll never believe this.

We're actually doing market
research for bus companies,

looking at people's transport habits.

Answer the questions, enter
the raffle for a prize.

You get this bus this time every day?

Most days. Always this time.

And you live...?

Cleveland Court, next stop.

Ma'am, if you keep sitting there,
we're all going to have to move.

What do you mean?

Well, if white folks need seats,
by law I have to give mine up.

This middle section's only for coloureds

if white folk don't need it.

Well, that's not right.

Tell that to your companies, eh.

Hey, if I win your raffle,

will that give me the right to
sit anywhere I want on this bus?

No.

I didn't think so.

This is my stop.

I'm going to follow her.

See what I can find out.

Meet you back at the motel later.

Ryan.

Be careful.

Yeah.

- Do you think he'll be alright?
- I hope so.

Graham, do you think you can
find James Blake, the driver?

Um... yeah, I'll just have a
talk with the bloke at the front

and find out where they all drink.

Yaz, can you compile a timeline

of what happens this
time tomorrow evening?

OK. What are you gonna do?

Talk to our friend. Tell him
to stay out of history's way.

Stalking Rosa Parks.
Don't know about this.

You better not be following me.

- I want to help.
- With what?

The fight.

And how do I know you're not a
spy for the police or the FBI?

'Cause if they were gonna send a spy,

they'd send one who could actually
follow you without being spotted.

And that didn't have a British accent.

Also... don't think
they know any black guys.

You any good at serving coffee?

Oops.

Shame. You just sent all your
equipment to goodness knows where.

79th century, judging
by the weapons setting,

which, by the way, overheat very easily.

Ow! Cheap and nasty.

Now we're even.

First things first.

Tell me about Stormcage.

Storm what?

Oh, rubbish liar.

On your wrist.

It's a Stormcage identifier.

The most secure prison facility
this side of the universe.

Not in this time zone, of course,

but I guess that's where the
vortex manipulator comes in.

It's amazing what you can get

if you're prepared to work
and barter inside that prison.

Escape or release?

I did my time.

I'm rehabilitated.

What were you there
for in the first place?

Oh, if I tell you, might
colour your view of me.

I was young. Nobody got hurt.

But a few people got killed.

A few hundred people. Thousand, tops.

2,000.

And it was nasty enough

that Stormcage placed a
neural restrictor in your brain

before releasing you
back into the universe.

How can you know that?

- Who are you?
- Very good scanner, this.

I thought I detected it
the first time we met,

and then it started to make
sense, 'cause we were wondering...

You've obviously got a problem with
Rosa. Why don't you just kill her?

But the answer is... because you can't.

Neural restrictor means you can't
kill or injure any living thing.

It stops you from doing it, no
matter how much you want to try.

So even if I do this...

smash your vortex manipulator...

Yeah. There it is.

Kicking in. Tied to
your brain chemistry.

You can't harm me.

As much as you want to.

Better be nice to me,

'cause I'm your best chance of
getting out of this time zone now.

Neutered criminal, on release,

and you come here.

Why?

I'm allowed a hobby.

And yours is Rosa Parks?

This is where things
started to go wrong.

And you think you can put them right?

I had a lot of time
to think in Stormcage,

and I realised tiny
actions change the world.

What's your name?

Krasko.

Don't like it.

Listen, Krasko, I'll give you
one warning: go somewhere else.

Find a beach. Read a book.

'Cause you're a criminal who's
lost his kit, lost his weapons.

You think that makes a difference?

History changes when tiny
things don't go to plan.

You mean tomorrow.

Won't work.

Not while I'm here.

Well, let's see.

This is Ryan Sinclair.
He's from England.

I'm thinking he might be a new
recruit to our Youth Council.

I said he could listen
in and serve coffee.

This is my husband, Parks.

This is Mr Fred Gray.

And this is Dr King from
Dexter Avenue Baptist Church.

- What? Martin Luther King?
- That's correct.

Oh, my. It is. My nan loves ya.

- Your nan?
- My gran. Grandma.

The older ladies do love
your sermons, Martin.

You'll never be short for a
grey-haired wife in Alabama.

She at 10 Dexter Avenue?

Er, no. She died recently.

I'm sorry for your loss, son.

Thank you. Thank you,
Martin Luther King.

She'd be chuffed to
know that you said that.

- Ryan.
- Excuse me, Dr King.

Yes, Rosa Parks.

Whoa!

- You want to serve that coffee now?
- Yeah.

So you say you're a bus
driver too, back in England?

It's a privilege, isn't it, eh?

Getting people where they want to
go, being part of the community.

I'm figuring you ain't got to deal with

keeping coloureds apart from whites?

No.

No, no. We don't do that.

You approve of that, Jim?

Just the way it is, no
matter how much they complain.

Ain't gonna change.

Back at it tomorrow, I suppose.

No. Going fishing at Mill Creek.

You can't be. It's December the 1st.

- What?
- Well, of course.

It's the 1st, isn't it?
You know? Like a work day.

Our rota got changed.

Fellow from the depot just
came by, gave me the good news.

Get what you wanted from tonight?

I didn't know what I wanted.

But yeah.

Meeting you guys.

Listening to you all
talk. I can't believe it.

It'll get better, you know?

Not perfect but...

better.

I hope so.

It's worth the fight.

Thank you.

From me and me nan.

I haven't done anything.

Goodnight, ma'am.

Managed to get Krasco's
weapon off him at least.

James Blake is taking the day off.

What? But he can't.

That's what I said.

Strangely, he didn't listen.

Your mate is interfering.

He's reassigned Blake's route to a
driver called Elias Griffin Junior.

Tiny actions. That's
what Krasco's doing.

See, he's clever. I'll
give him that. He knows.

He's not planning on killing or
destroying or breaking history.

He's planning to nudge it just
enough so that it doesn't happen.

Enough of a stick in the spoke
to throw everything off the rails,

and now I'm really mixing
my transport metaphors.

Well, he didn't reckon
with us keeping it in place.

And how do we do that, then?

Now we know what our task is.

Keep history in order.

No changing it.

Just guarding it against
someone who wants to disrupt it.

Tomorrow, we have to make
sure Rosa Parks gets on the bus

driven by James Blake

and that the bus is full so Rosa sits

when she is asked to
stand for white passengers.

Ryan, don't mess with that.

- How does it even work?
- Charger's here.

This setting dials the
temporal destination.

Pretty simple, pretty deadly.
Now can we concentrate?

How are supposed to
keep history in order

if James Blake is going
to go fishing at Mill Creek

and another driver is
lined up to do his route?

I've got an idea!

Same idea?

- Fishing take down.
- Raffle winner.

- Elias Griffin Junior?
- Yeah.

Congratulations, you are the lucky
winner of our raffle of the century.

I don't remember entering no raffle.

You have won an all-expenses-paid
trip to Las Vegas.

Front row tickets to see Frank Sinatra

and a VIP pass to meet Frank himself.

- My wife loves Sinatra!
- Amazing! Who would've guessed?

Only one condition:
you have to leave now.

Right now.

Oh, I can't. My work shift
starts in a couple of hours.

We've sorted that too.

Your company has already
assigned someone to cover you.

There's a taxi coming to
pick you up in 30 minutes

to take you to the airport.

- 30 minutes?
- Unless you don't want to go.

We'll be ready. We'll be ready!

Good job Elvis lent
Frank that mobile phone

against everything I told him.

We need to stick tight to Rosa.

Oi, oi, Jim Boy.

How you doing, cockerel?

We've been looking for
you all along the creek.

Why? We thought we'd come and join you.

You saying last night how
beautiful and peaceful it was, yeah.

This is my grandson Ryan.

- What in the hell?
- Yo. Jimmy Blake. What's up, bud?

You can't be here.

Hey, how many have you
caught? Can I pick them up?

- Ever seen a man juggle fish?
- Stay out of my things!

You don't belong here!
And he ain't your grandson!

I reckon we'll be here all day.

Yeah, might as well.

Seeing as that bus
sitting is kicking off.

- Mmm. Gonna be big trouble.
- What did you say, boy?

Oh, we heard that a
group of black passengers

were planning a sit-in across
all the bus routes tonight.

Not on my bus they're not.

- Yo, get out of my seat.
- Hmm?

- Out of my seat!
- Alright. Settle down.

Have the damn creek.

- He was easy.
- Boom!

Don't do that.

Mrs Parks. Enormous clothing
emergency. Can you help me?

- That is one nasty tear.
- Yes, it is.

And there is nothing us Brits hate
more than a clothing emergency.

Mr Parks, I have to go out
in that cut this evening

and if it's torn, I'll
get in such trouble.

Can you take a look at it now?
Double-time Christmas bonus.

Well, I don't have any collections
until tomorrow afternoon.

I guess I could fit you in.

If you come back just before we close...

I'll wait while you
work. Keep you company.

I don't need company.

No, but my cut does.

It's very valuable. I don't
usually let it out of my sight.

Thank you. You're gonna
make a dig difference.

Well, I'd best set to work, then.

Don't let her out of your sight.

I'm gonna go and meet Graham and Ryan.

Remember, get Rosa to of
here by 5:40 at the latest

to be on that bus on time.

I came back from the creek for this?

Four flat tyres and a
smashed-in windshield?

- What the hell happened?
- Kids.

- Well, I can't drive that.
- Oh, no. You go on home.

Yeah, we'll cancel the route.

So much for that protest.
This bus ain't going nowhere.

Did you hear that? Everything
we do, Krasko's a step ahead.

He must've deliberately
smashed up that bus himself.

We've got to fix this.

James Blake has got to drive
Rosa's bus home tonight.

Right. Well, he ain't
giving up that easily.

Well, neither are we.

Ryan, check every bus
stop along Blake's route.

Tell the waiting passengers that the
bus is coming and they have to wait.

OK.

Do not let any of the passengers
walk. The bus has to be full.

It has to be crowded enough so
that Rosa is expected to move.

- Alright. Got it.
- Good luck.

- Now, Graham.
- Mm-hm.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Nicking and hot-wiring a bus
from right outside the depot.

Hope our friendly cop
don't hear about this.

What in the hell?

- This is your replacement bus service.
- Jim boy!

- You again?
- I know. I literally get everywhere.

Now, come on. Hop in and do your job.

You're already 80
minutes behind schedule.

How do you know that? What's going on?

What happened to that damn sit-in?
Nobody else knew anything about it.

Love to explain all that to you but
you know us Brits, very imperious.

Not prone on explaining ourselves
to anyone, so no time to chat.

Just get driving. A lot of people
need to get on this bus tonight.

Driver James Blake
behind the wheel. Check!

Bus service is suspended.
No, no, no! Krasco.

Have you always wanted
to be a seamstress?

Oh, I dreamed of being a teacher, but...

my grandmother got sick, then my mother,

so that was the end of school.

- Sorry about that.
- Oh, I got myself educated.

Just took longer than I thought.

- But you kept going.
- Always.

An education makes you unstoppable.

Everything here is a fight for you.

Don't you get tired?

What keeps you going?

Promise of tomorrow.

When today isn't working,
tomorrow is what you have.

Are you married? Got a job back home?

Not married and I'm a police officer.

- You're police?
- Yep!

Just starting. Not where I want to be.

Hmm! Where is it you want to be?

- In charge.
- Amen to that!

Shouldn't you be finishing up?

If a job is worth doing,
it is worth doing well.

But don't you have a bus to get?

I can always walk.

Hey.

Doc, I don't want to be alarmist,

but this bus seems a bit
emptier than last night.

No. That's bad.

We need the bus to be
full. Come on, Ryan.

Excuse me! Excuse me, old people!

The buses are still running.

Oh, we're going to walk.

The buses are coming, I promise.
Please, just wait for the bus.

You don't tell me what to do, boy.

Oh, man. This place.

Passengers down. White passengers down.

Not good.

I think that should just about...

Love it.

Let's go. I'll walk you out.

- Pay you on the way.
- Oh.

Oh, I might have known.
Pretty boy blocking the road.

Alright, then. This is on me.

Mate, move your car so
the bus gets through.

Come on. Out of the way.

No.

You get out of my way.

Just give it up, will
you? Cut your losses.

You're not going to win tonight.

I already have.

I know what should happen.

And even if it gets past here,

that bus is at least three passengers
short of what it should be by now.

Parks won't be asked to stand,

she won't protest and your
kind won't get above themselves.

My kind?

Yeah. Your kind.

Stay in your place.

Mate, you're living in the past.

In fact, you like the past that much,

so why don't you...

stay there?

Oh!

Oh! It worked.

Nice one, Ryan. Thanks, Ryan.

Move the car, clear the
route, find the boss,

and Rosa Parks will change the world.

Good! Here we go!

Yaz! You're here! How's it going?

Mrs Parks fixed your coat.

Oh, thank you, Mrs Parks.

Beautiful work. Much appreciated.

You're welcome, ma'am.

Don't shut the door! Don't drive off!

One more coming on!

Found you.

I just got rid of Krasko.

How?

I borrowed this.

I think I dialled the settings
as far back as it can go.

He's gone.

Use the door for coloureds.

Law's the law.

Let's move back.

Hey, Doc. Rosa's on
board. Blake's driving.

We're good, right?

What's the matter? What are you doing?

Counting seats.

Has it worked? Have we done enough?

I don't know.

We get off at the next stop, right?

Empire Theatre. Yeah.

Right. Come on, then.

We can go. Job done. History's safe.

Well, come on, then.

- Doctor?
- Don't get off, Graham.

If we get off, there's enough
empty seats for white passengers.

Rosa won't be asked to move.

We have to stay on.

We were here.

We're part of the story.

Part of history.

No, no. I don't want to be part of this.

We have to. I'm sorry.

We have to not help her.

I'm gonna need those seats back there.

Y'all better make it light on yourselves

and let me have those seats.

Stand up now.

I don't think I should have to.

Are you going to stand up?!

No.

If you don't stand, I'm
going to have you arrested.

You may do that.

On Monday, the boycotts begin.

Across Montgomery, people
refuse to use the buses,

as a response to Rosa's arrest.

And in just over a year, on
the 21st of December 1956,

segregation on buses
in Montgomery was ended.

So it all worked out for her?

No, life's still hard for Rosa.

She loses her job, so does her husband.

It's a struggle.

They keep fighting.

And in June 1999,

Rosa receives the Congressional
Medal from President Clinton.

The highest award given to any civilian,

recognising her as a
living icon for freedom.

It took so long, though.

Her whole life.

Yes, it did.

But she changed the world.

In fact...

she changed the universe.

Look at this.

Asteroid 284996.

Also known as Rosa Parks.

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