All language subtitles for Bodies.2023.S01E06

Everything is ready
for you, sir.

How many is left after this?

Just one more, sir,
after this one.

Thank you, Mullins.

Recording number 2-5-5.

Hello, Shahara.

It's Elias here.

We are one another's ghosts
of past, present, and future.

It's hard to grasp, isn't it?

There's one thing I know for certain,

we will meet again.

For you, on the 14th of July,
everything will change.

This city, and those who serve its greed,

will be obliterated.

Two hundred thousand
will die in the initial blast.

The subsequent firestorm will double that,

and the fallout will double it again.

The chaos left in the wake
will reveal the ruling class

for the self-serving parasites they are,

paving the way for a future

that I promise will be worth the wait.

On the 14th of July,

you will play your part, Shahara,

the most vital part of all.

There's no stopping it.

It's already history.

14th of July. Today.

I'm pretty sure the voice belongs
to the financier called Sir Julian Harker,

who died in 1941.

He was the founder of Harker and Co. Bank

and was the head
of some sort of doomsday cult,

both of which still exist today.

DCI Barber, my boss,
was Harker's great-grandson.

And I believe Barber
is the father of Elias Mannix,

who Barber sprung from prison yesterday,
and they haven't been seen since.

Elias Mannix told me this cult

was planning to detonate a bomb
"like nothing you've ever seen."

Those were his words.

You're Counter-Terrorism.

This is your turf.
I think it's a nuclear threat.

Sergeant,

if this was genuinely recorded in 1941,

that's four years before Hiroshima.

How could this be
anything other than a hoax?

You heard the message.
He said it was today. Now!

- What do you want us to do?
- Shit yourselves!

The only thing that makes me nervous
is that Barber sprung this Mannix kid.

Hey!

I'm right here.

Do you have any idea the time,

the money, and the coordination
it takes to pull something like this off?

We're talking years of planning.

That is literally my point.
This was recorded in 1941.

You don't just hide a nuke
in your shed for 80 years.

You need a high-security lab facility,

lead lining, a team to make it,
maintain it.

In the middle of London? It's impossible.

What about under it?

Under?

Hey! Police.

This key, do you recognize it?

Is it a vault key? Yes or no?

These are from our oldest vaults.

How did you get this?

What? What is it?

Good Lord.

You are Miss Shahara Hasan
of 15 Spencer Drive, Whitechapel?

The vault's been in your name
since the 6th of May, 1941.

- Fuck.
- Hold on.

What the hell?

Oldest part of the building
down here.

Sorry about the lights.

This is your vault, detective.

Keyhole's there.

Over to you.

Fuck!

Don't answer it.

I have to.

They're not done with me yet.

Hasan...

- Fuck.
- Jesus Christ!

Hello, Shahara.

Do you know what I love about you?

You're always
right in the eye of the storm.

Never dodged it, not once.

The bad news is the bomb's now live.

As for who's got the trigger,

I think you know that.

Come on.

He's scared. He's confused,

and you're the one
who'll help him make up his mind.

Head west on the A40
till I call again, alone.

Go. Now!

Give me the keys.

- I'm coming with you.
- No, he said just me.

No fucking way.

I know I was harsh to you before,
and I believe you 100%,

but there's no way
I'm letting you out of my sight.

Clear the room! Everybody out!

- Take him upstairs.
- Sir. Go on.

You're all excused,
leave your desks as they are.

Everyone out!

There was an unexploded World War II bomb

that was discovered
during an ordnance survey.

Was discovered buried deep
in a vault in Harker Bank.

This is Hasan.

Making good time, I hope.

You should be thanking me
for getting you the fuck out of Dodge.

- I want to talk to Elias.

Oh, you will, mate. You will.

That's why we're doing this.
Just you wait.

You see, you're such a big part
of this, Shahara.

We've always known it.

You're the one
who's gonna help him choose.

This country's gonna know it's loved.
It's going to be beautiful.

I should be thanking you.

Now... I want you to get
to a lovely, sleepy little place.

It's called Wells Pier,

right on the river.

Just you.

If I see anybody else, we hit the switch.

Just you.

Say it.

Just me.

Baba, you need to get Jawad
out of London. It's serious.

Go to Aunt Saffy's.

- Promise me you'll go right now.
- Uh...

Please. I love you both.

- Shahara, don't. Wait...

How much can we actually trust
this Barber guy not to detonate the bomb?

We can't. But what choice
do we have right now?

Look, I know this kid.
I don't think he has this in him.

You don't think?

Let me talk him down.

- There's no plan B right now.

We're all there is.

Fuck.

Fuck.

- Come on, come here.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you,
but I'm here now.

This is your choice to make.
It's your decision.

Your choice, Elias.

It's all we're ever going to ask of you.

Come here.

Now, this is the detonator, okay?

It's your choice.

You left us the records.

You told me that you had to suffer,
you had to see the world from the gutter.

All I want is for you
to find your happiness, Elias.

Because we needed your pain
as the catalyst,

the... the spark that's going to make
this all happen.

Do you understand?

No.

And I'm... I'm telling you,
I'm not what you think I am.

You'll understand.

I'm here to help you realize your dream.

And Hasan will give you the key.

Arms up, please.

Through there.

It's brave of you
to come this far, Shahara.

Elias... you okay?

He's fine.

It's our first father and son outing,
and it's a boat trip.

What could possibly go wrong, eh?

Now, sit down opposite Elias.

And now, finally... over to you two.

As it's meant to be.

- Sir!

Oh, Jesus.

Elias, this is their game,
not ours.

Give it to me, and it's done.

Hey. If you press that button,

so many people are dead.

I don't believe you have that evil in you.
I just... don't.

No one should tell you
what to do, Elias.

Only you should decide.

No amount of pain can justify this.

This isn't you.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

- Don't. Please don't.
- Easy, Shahara.

Play nice.

Okay, she's had her turn to speak.
Now it's yours.

This...

is the last record
that Sir Julian Harker ever made.

And it's for you, Elias.

- Straight from the horse's mouth.
- He's lying, Elias.

It's fake. They're brainwashing you.

Why don't we let him be the judge?

After all, you've listened
to your record, Shahara.

It brought you here.

I have lived your life, Elias.

As you sit on that boat
and feel your heart beating in your chest,

that same heart beats in mine.

One day, you too will sit where I am

and record these exact same words

in 1941.

Since your beginnings,
you've been rejected

by your mother and your father.

You've carried that wretchedness
for as long as you can remember.

As if it was your fault.

And you will continue to be alone,

unless you do what must be done.

Then you will be loved.

Hey.

In time, you will usher in a new era,

a new world,

where there is freedom, and love is all.

You will go back to 1890,

and you will live my life
as Sir Julian Harker.

You will find your happiness.

A life of warm instead of cold.

You will become me,
and I will be reborn as you

again, and again, and again.

All your life,

your pain,

your anger,

it has all come down to this moment.

Press the button, Elias.

- Press the button and know you are loved.

Know you are loved.

Know you are...

Elias, you have a choice.
Don't listen to him.

- you are loved. Know...

- Elias, please!
- You are loved...

Hey!

- Dad!

No!

No, no, no, no.

- Don't! No, no! Don't shoot him! No!
- Move!

No!

Wait. Please.

The world is yours, Elias.

No, no...

Elias.

Elias, give it to me.

- Elias, you don't want it.

Please.

No...

Proceed with defusal confirmed.

Ticktock, ticktock.

Not long to go now, professor.

You more than anyone know how this ends.

And Shahara.

We barely recognize each other, do we?

I'll never forget
how you helped me that day.

And I will never forgive myself
for not killing you.

Elaine and Andrew,
they promised me this moment.

I promised myself this moment,
that I would know I was loved.

I've built a world
so that others would know that feeling.

I'm still waiting.

But through there,
I'll find it for myself.

I will find her and let that love flourish
to become this world.

Have you asked him, Maplewood?

Have you asked him if he was the one
who killed half a million people,

including my son?

Look her in the eye, Elias.

Tell her you didn't do it.

Did you?

Yes.

And I'm going to do it again.

- Wait!

When are you going to learn?
You can't stop this!

- You did your part,

and now I'll do mine.

You are the mother of this world, Shahara.

And... And I am the father.

- Hasan, no!

1890, make it ready.

No.

You'll just have to kill me.

No. Point the gun at her head.

Now, you know you die,
but you don't know what happens to her.

It's up to you.

Open The Throat,
or I promise you she will die.

I leave this future, our world,

in your hands,

Iris.

Remember, change isn't what you seek,

it's what you fear.

And the bomb didn't just take,

it also gave.

I think you know that deep down.

Do you understand?

Yes... Commander.

Know you are loved.

You certainly know how to make a man wait.

Did you get Harker's confession?

Harker tells me
I'm to frame you for the murder.

That's absurd. They can't.

The police commissioner's son's my alibi.

No, the commissioner's son
has just signed a sworn affidavit

denying he was with you.

I'm the one that made him sign it.

I had no choice. Charlotte and Polly...

And...

you've come to arrest me.

I'm here to tell you to run.

Henry. Henry...

There isn't much time. Leave!

You're free to go
anywhere you want and live...

- We'll fight them!
- No, no!

Your stubbornness will get you killed!

You'll have the establishment against you.
Nobody will believe you,

and you will be murdered in prison
before you can be a martyr.

You honestly think
running me out of the city will end it?

You may stop fucking me,

but they will never stop fucking you,
you spineless coward!

- Because that's all you are.
- Henry.

- That is... That is all you've ever been.
- God damn it, just run!

They will kill you.

And I cannot live
with your blood on my hands.

It is a waste of your hope, your light.

You cannot win this.

Run.

They won't leave you alone.

You won't have a life worth living either.

Come with me.

I have to finish this.

Calloway was a good man.

It's a shame, but it's your prints
on the gun, not mine.

And you stuck it in the face
of a defenseless 68-year-old woman,

with witnesses.

Odds of your innocence are slim.

That malignant bitch poisoned a child.

That malignant bitch
happens to be my mother.

Figures.

You have a choice to make.

I can charge you for the murder
of Calloway and the others,

including the little girl.

You'll hang like a bollock.

Or you can listen to what I have to say,

and this gun will disappear.

Why?

I have it
on the highest authority

that you still have a role to play.

From the burning bush, so to speak.

It's time to fill you in
on the bigger picture.

Look familiar?

These photos were taken 50 years ago.

What is this?

Some verkakte joke?

What do you take me for?

A man desperately in need of salvation,
searching in all the wrong places.

There's a difference
between the momentary ideals

we hold in our heads...

and the things
we truly long for in our hearts.

You can profit from our knowledge.

This office could have your name
engraved on the door by tomorrow morning.

"Detective Chief Inspector Whiteman."

There it is,

that hunger.

There's no shame in having an appetite.

We take no issue with you

for developing a conscience
about the child.

Was it your call?

No.

Nah, it wasn't yours.

You're just a busboy
with pigeon shit on his shoulders.

So who's the real boss, then, Hayden?

I want to speak to who's really in charge.

As you wish.

Father said you'd come.

Hodges, inform Harker House we're coming.

Yes, sir.

- You think you know me, rich boy?

You think you can tempt me with what?
This shithole office, some shithole job?

- That's not me.

As for this burning bush,
I want to put it out.

- I'm going to say hello to Daddy.

That's for Calloway.

Inside is everything you need
to get your man, inspector.

About time.

Leave it there.

The case is now closed.

Home early again!
Do you intend to make this a habit?

Get washed up. Polly has to eat quickly
because she's been asked...

Polly, stop playing.

Polly, stop!

What's the matter?

What I have to say to you is...

It's not fair for me to...

Polly, go upstairs.

No, I'm staying.

Is it the journalist?

The moment you saw him in here...

I knew from your face.

- Charlotte...
- Please don't.

Has it always been this way?

I tried so hard to be
who you wanted me to be.

Was any of it real?

God, yes.

Don't ever question that.

My love for you and Polly,
it's so very real.

It's just that...

there was always something else...

just as real.

No matter how much I didn't want it to be.

Alfred, what's happening?

Open up, Hillinghead!

Papa, the police are at the door.

Hillinghead, open up now!

Um, I've committed a murder.

- Police!
- I killed a man.

- You wouldn't! You wouldn't do that!
- Yes, I did.

Or we'll
break the door down ourselves.

- You didn't, you're lying.

I know that you're lying. I always know.

- Polly.

You didn't do this!

Your husband's a murderer,
Mrs. Hillinghead.

Look, see his signed confession
for yourself.

You signed this?

You're arrested for the murder
of the man found on Longharvest Lane...

- I'm sorry.
- The morning of the 10th of September,

- year of our Lord, 1890.
- What?!

Cuff him.

No, Alfred.

He... He's lying, he didn't do this! Papa!

- No!
- Papa!

Let's go.

Papa!

Alfred! No, Alfred!

Mama!

Alfred!

- How can I help you?
- I'm after the lord of the manor.

I only ask 'cause you've got a light on,
should be blacked out.

Nazis, hey? Like moths to a flame.

And I say fuck 'em, Jeeves.
You know what I mean?

I'll get the window
blacked out immediately.

Thank you.

No, no.
You don't get off that easy.

See, there's a fine.

I let her go so gently.

- I real...

So, you're the one.

Her name was Esther. She was 11 years old.

She didn't deserve to die.

What do you think you're taking from me?
My life?

You killed her.

You can't outlive...

No, you're too late.

It's over.

Whiteman, stay where you are!

You're under arrest for murder.

Defoe!

We're the last ones standing, Iris.

Drop it.

I never thought
you'd be the one that shoots me.

You don't have to do this.

You truly don't.

I could follow him.

I could stop him.

Let me try.

Free will does not exist.

It's an illusion.

I can break the loop in the past.

Hey! Defoe!

Stop!

To Gabriel Defoe.

He never quite made a mark.

Gabriel, please.

Don't make me.

Catch me if you can.

You already have.

Catch me if you can.

You already have.

So, this was all for nothing.
We can go home now?

No, don't go home yet.
Just... Where'd you get to?

Uh, Deptford.

I told you get out of London,
and you only got as far as Deptford?

You know I can't drive.

I need to work on our Code Reds, Baba.

All right, book yourselves into a hotel
'til I say it's all clear. Okay?

All right, but the police pay.

Jawad wants to speak to you.

- Mommy.
- Hello, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry I scared you.
Everything's okay. All right?

When are we going to go back home?

Very soon. And we'll all be home together,
and I'll give you a big hug and a kiss.

Okay. I love you.

I love you too, sweetheart.

More than anything. I got to go, babe.

Hey.

Listen.

I need a favor.

I've requested
to drive you back to prison myself.

They're allowing it.

Assuming you want me to.

Do you think Barber was really my dad?

Your mom said he was.

So, she's alive?

My mom.

Mm-hmm.

I don't want her to see me in prison.

Where's the ball?

Sarah? It's DS Hasan.

He's here, in the car.

Sarah, please open the door.

Hi, Sarah.

- He just wants to see you before he goes.

I can't. I'm sorry, I can't.

Sarah,
you... you can't do this to him.

You know you can't.

I don't know what to say to him.
I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

Sarah, he's going to jail.

See him now, while he's still free.

I can't.

- Come on. He needs his mom.
- I can't.

Just tell him I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,
but I... I am not what he needs.

- Sarah!

Sarah, you can't do this
to him, not again!

Sarah!

Sarah!

- It's your choice.

Shit.

Mobile phone wired in.

Another detonator.

- Sarah, he's your son!

Sarah, don't do this to him again!

- Hey! Get off him!

What are you doing?
Oi, stop it! He took his phone.

- Elias!
- Stay there!

They were right about me!

Know you are loved. Know you are loved!

Know you are loved.

Know you are loved.

Know you are loved.

Know you are loved.

Know you are loved.

-Know you are loved!

I want to know!

Tilly, fetch Pa!

What year is it?

Hey?

What year is it?