All language subtitles for HUMANS - S01 E04 - Episode 04 (1080p - BluRay)

- First impressions?
- It crushed the punter's throat.

Held a knife to the madam.

She said it was acting
angry, just like a human.

I saw forensics leaving.
What are you trying to hide? Oh! Ugh!

You're suspended from
duty, active immediately.

For legal reasons,
a synthetic appliance cannot self-examine.

My clothes must be removed.

Yeah. I was afraid you
were gonna say that.

Would you like me to
open that for you, Peter?

Tell it to stay out of my way!

Pete!

You've killed someone, Niska.

They'll find you.
They'll destroy you.

You can't be allowed to exist.

- Who is Tom?
- Shut up.

Never say that name again.
Do you understand? Promise me!

You're a weirdo, Anita.
I'm going to find out why.

She's here. We can find her.

I'm here! Help me! Help me!

We are looking for a
particular group of synths.

This one again?

These Russian junkers
picked her up somewhere.

They brought her to me.
I installed some new software.

And I took my fee.

Where can I find these
Slavic entrepreneurs?

I'll tell you what I told the other bloke
- I've got no idea.

The other bloke?

20s, dark hair,
looked like he was sleeping rough.

Him and his dolly were
looking for her too.

His dolly hit my mate.

Properly. Put him down.

Now, how is that possible?

This other young man,
are you sure he was human?

You what?

- Was he human?
- Well, he bled... blood.

We're not looking
for five synthetics.

We're looking for
four and a human.

There's a young man with them.
Must be protecting them.

I want him to be the focus now.

And those backpacks we discounted,
I want them tested for human DNA.

Could you use some extra
help around the house?

Introducing the world's
first family android.

This mechanical maid is capable of
serving more than just breakfast in bed.

What could you accomplish

if you had someone -
something - like this?

These machines will
bring us closer together.

Mmm. That smells good.

Oh, Pete, don't make a call now.
Breakfast's nearly ready.

- Hello.
- Hi, Karen.

- It's me. Just checking in.
- How's gardening leave?

Bored out of my mind.

Stuck here until that little creep from
the paper drops his stupid complaint.

There's an argument
that that's what happens

when you assault journalists.

Noted, yeah.
What's happening with the case?

Oh, yeah, solved it.
On to the next thing now.

Very funny. Could you email
me over the case files?

Um, can't get access from
my home computer, so...

Oh, yeah,
that sounds like a good idea.

Then we can both be
suspended together.

- Pete...
- I'm on the phone, Jill!

Well, are you gonna finish your
call so we can eat together?

- I'm not hungry, OK?
- Fine. Can you leave, then?

Some of us would like to
have breakfast in peace.

Fine. I'm leaving.

Anita?

A word?

How are your systems running?

Fine, thank you, Mattie.

Yeah? No errors?
Diagnostics all good?

I detect no errors in my system.

I detected a pretty friggin'
big one the other night -

you know,
suddenly switching to kidnap mode,

"I'm here! Help me!"

Remember that?

I'm afraid I don't.

Well, I do.

It's messed up. It's weird.

I guess I wanted to
make sure you're OK...

on a mechanical
level, obviously.

My systems are running
at full capacity, Mattie.

Thank you for your concern.

Yeah.

Don't mention it.

Good chat!

Hello, Laura.

You would make a terrible spy.

Whereas you would actually make
a pretty good Bond villain.

What happened to
Anita the other night?

Nothing.

She malfunctioned a bit.

She yelled for help.

She yelled for help?
What were you doing?

Nothing!
Why would you assume I was...

OK, OK.
Don't jump down my throat.

I might have tried
to hack her a little.

- Mattie!
- Well, but she...

She sounded scared.

Synths can't get
scared, can they?

Don't think so.
I mean, what would be the point?

- Almost the weekend.
- Ugh, don't remind me.

Not got anything fun
planned with the kids?

Unless you find
passive aggression

and simmering resentment fun.

I'm a lawyer, aren't I?

- Anything good come in?
- Not really. All a bit dry.

Ooh! Here's a fun one.

Mrs Kennedy was thrown out
of a play for violating

the theatre's policy on
synths in the audience.

She's suing for human
rights violations.

- Guess whose human rights.
- The synth's.

- Says her dolly is special.
- Special how?

Says he enjoys the plays,
apparently, like a real, live boy.

- Who's taking it?
- Don't worry.

We turned her down.
She doesn't need legal aid.

She needs a psychiatrist.

Pete?
Can you come in here a minute?

I need to talk to you.

Oh...

Huh. What's going on?

I've been thinking... a lot.

And I don't think you
make me happy anymore.

I don't think that
this relationship

is healthy for me anymore,

and I would like
some time apart.

Well, Jill,
I've been suspended from work.

So I literally have to hang
around the house all day.

How can I spend
less time with you?

I don't think it's a good idea
for you to be here right now.

I'm sure there's
places you can go.

- This is mad.
- I'm sorry...

No, don't apologise. Don't do that.
What's it said to you?

Simon has had nothing
to do with this.

Yes, he... Yes, it does!

Ever since we got that
thing, this has been coming.

- Oh, that's ridiculous!
- Jill!

I am a man!
I know I'm not perfect!

That's the point!
None of us are!

We're not supposed to be!

- Pete! Pete, no!
- Come here.

Shut up!

Look at me! Look at me!

Pete, the deposit!

Christ!

Leo.
Are you trying to steal a car?

No. Borrow one, if anything.

What do you want me to do, Max?
Carry you to Mia?

We need to find her.

Do you think Mia will
be happy to see us?

Who wouldn't be happy to see us?

Most people we meet nowadays
don't seem to like us very much.

Yeah, well...

They just haven't had a
chance to get to know us yet.

The car was unlocked.

Yes, thank you. I can see that.

The coordinates we
have aren't exact.

Nope.

So how are we going
to find the forum user

if we still don't have
their precise location?

Don't worry about that.
I've got a plan to flush them out.

Wait, Toby.

May I?

Enjoy the party, Toby.

Thank you.

They'll be gone for a while.

Sophie's at a sleepover.
Got the place to ourselves.

What do you say we have a
little house party of our own?

Actually, I'm going out as well.

Where?

It's a work thing,
last-minute arrangement.

Who else is going?

No-one you know.

I'll see you later.

Sorry.

Anita, do you ever get scared?

I think everyone does.

OK, ground rules.

If you drink too much,
I'm not carrying you home.

Don't do drugs in front of me.

Don't want to talk to any
of your little friends.

And don't try and have sex
with any of my friends.

- Anything else?
- No, that's it.

- Try and enjoy yourself.
- Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

- Toby!
- Hey, Caroline.

No-one knew if you were coming or not.
You want a drink?

I've got ciders hidden
in the washing machine.

Course he does.

Yeah, yeah. That'd be nice.

Just... girl in my class.

Alright, Casanova,
enjoy your spin-cycle cider.

Anita?

You've got access to Laura's
desktop, haven't you?

Can you check her
emails, calendar, phone?

I am not able to access
personal information

unless requested
to by the owner.

Alight, but the car's got...
one of those

anti-theft tracking
devices, right?

You can tap into that,
can't you, find its location?

It's my car, Anita!
I want you to track it, please.

The car is currently driving
north on Brooks Street.

It's noisy in here.
Do you wanna go outside and talk?

I can hear OK.

I mean, do you wanna go
somewhere, just you and me?

- I'm good, thanks.
- Just you and me?

Um...

I... I do.

I really... really do.

But, um...

But I can't.

Of course you can.

No, I can't.

There's, uh...

There's someone else.

I think I like someone else.

Your loss.

Yeah.

Where is it now?

Edmonds Street. It's been there
for 3 minutes and 28 seconds.

Right, so she's parked.

Where exactly is she?
What house number?

I don't have that information.

OK.

Run a crosscheck on Laura's
work and Edmonds Street.

See if anyone she works
with's living there.

I can find no record of anyone at
Laura's firm living on Edmonds Street.

Is there anyone called
Tom living there?

There are three residents
on Edmonds Street

with the first name Thomas.

I'm going over there.

Don't do that, Joe.

You don't know how this feels.

How could you? You can't feel.

You've got no idea.

At 5:22pm, Laura dialled the
landline to a Mrs Alexandra Kennedy

and confirmed a meeting at her house
this evening regarding her lawsuit.

Thank you.

I was surprised
to hear from you.

Your firm told me I
didn't have a case.

Right, yes, they did. We did.

I just wanted to do a
follow-up, if that's OK.

Oh, of course.

I wanted to ask you both some questions
about what happened at the theatre.

Well, we settled down
to watch the play.

20 minutes in,
an usher comes along

and tells me that I need to take
Howard out, no synths allowed.

But Howard's not
just some synth.

In what way?

Well, he understands
what he's watching.

Is it true, Howard?

When you watch the
plays, what do you feel?

It depends. Sometimes,
plays are supposed to make you laugh.

Sometimes,
they are supposed to make you cry.

All plays are different.

This play, then,
how did it affect you

before you were thrown out?

The story begins when Willy
Loman, a travelling salesman,

returns to his family home in
Brooklyn, New York City.

- His wife gets up to meet him...
- That's the plot, Howard.

What did you feel?

Sometimes wish my family
came with instructions.

Or me.

Can you feel awkwardness?

Just as well.

Wonder what it's like,
not feeling anything.

It's gotta drag after a
while, hasn't it?

I mean, what about this?

This unlocks you, makes you...
passionate.

That's a feeling.

Creates the
impression of passion.

It's a simulation of an emotion.

Yeah,
but it's one of the good ones,

far as I can remember.

Do you want to try it?

Just out of curiosity.

I mean, we won't do
anything, obviously.

Alex, he doesn't have any human rights.
You know that.

Howard doesn't enjoy the play
any more than your wristwatch.

He's just better
at convincing you.

I'm not a madwoman.

I don't believe that
Howard is a human.

But I also don't believe that
he is an inanimate object

that I should be ashamed of
having a connection with.

We created these creatures.

They walk and they talk and
they look and they smell and...

they become part of
our lives and families.

They... they are as close
to humans as can be,

and yet still, people insist that
forming a relationship with them

or treating them with
dignity is somehow perverse.

Well, we've created a grey
area, Mrs Hawkins.

We can't keep insisting
that they are just gadgets.

They are more than that.
We've made them more than that.

"Rose, mesmerise, summer..."

There must be physical contact with
my primary user to enable activation.

Rose, mesmerise, summer,

sapphire...

crush.

Is it kicking in?

Did it work?

Can you...

feel something?

Yes.

So, what happens now?

Anything you want.

Could you not take your
daughter with you next time?

- Do you have children?
- Yeah.

People say the human/synth
relationship is complicated.

Howard, sometimes plays are
supposed to make you frightened.

Do you ever get scared?

I am not built to feel
fear, Mrs Hawkins.

Ohh...

How do I...

turn you off?

Command it.

Anita, turn off adult mode.

Delete this from your records,

and, uh...

don't... mention this to any...

I don't give you permission
to mention this to anyone.

Do you... do you need to...
clean up or something?

Yes. May I use the bathroom?

Sure.

In 60 minutes exactly,
it will be 10:00pm.

I'm required to turn the volume of the
music down to a lower decibel level.

Fine!

Oi, Danny,
didn't your cousin get her chipped?

No, he tried to
but couldn't do it.

- I've seen her tits, though.
- Oh, man.

Now I wanna see her tits.

Go on! Oh, yeah, mate.
Go on, do it!

My system settings require
that any inappropriate touching

by a minor be reported
to the primary user.

My system settings
require that...

Oh! She's heavy. Help me.

Give it a rest, Joe. It's weird.

Help me get her upstairs.
I'm having a go on it.

- No, you're not doing that.
- What do you care?

Do you think it's normal to drag

an unconscious woman
to a room and rape her?

- That standard party activity?
- She's not a real woman.

So why are you trying
to put your dick in her?

Maybe I just want to try pussy
that's factory-fresh for once.

You are a nasty little creep.

Only thing you'll be abusing
tonight is your own fist.

How was your...

work thing?

Oh...

Dead end.

How was your evening?

Fine.

Sorry we argued.

You don't have to
apologise for anything.

Uh, I want to take Anita in for
a diagnostics check tomorrow.

Why?

Because either there's
something wrong with her or me.

And I'd like to find out which.

God...

- Good morning, Pete.
- Ohh...

Can I ask what you're doing
sleeping in the office?

You're the detective.

You figure it out. Ohh!

She, uh, chucked me out.

It's over.

Maybe she just needs a
bit of time on her own.

She's not on her
own, though, is she?

She's got Simon, the synth.

That doesn't mean
she's replaced you.

I'm an analog man in a digital
world, Karen.

I'm redundant.

Things are shit here without
you, you know?

I have to do all your
paperwork, for a start.

- Don't worry. I've got a plan.
- Well, hurry up about it.

Why don't you sleep on my
sofa for a couple of nights,

while Jill gets
her head together?

- You sure?
- Yeah, sure.

I can see why User885 was
concerned by Mia's code dump.

They're late.

Maybe they're already
here, waiting.

What do they look like?

"45-year-old man, 6'4",

"extremely heavy build,
big bushy beard,"

"will be wearing a tight white T-shirt,
denim shorts and a trucker cap."

That's a very
specific description.

I'd definitely have noticed
him if he were here.

So where is this
vast bearded man?

You been stood up?

Yeah, yeah, kind of. Yep.

Hmm. Hot date, was it?

I was actually waiting for a
giant lumberjack stripper, so...

Yeah, well, you never know
who you're gonna meet online.

- Hu-bot97.
- User885.

- Yeah.
- Cool handle.

Sorry for the stake-out.

Just trying to make sure
you weren't some psycho.

So, what do you think's
wrong with my synth?

Is Mia with you?

Who's Mia?

That's Mia.

I thought you were meeting
me to help me with my synth.

- I think your synth is my synth.
- Sorry, dude.

We bought ours two weeks
ago, brand-new.

Look at the photo.

Yeah, you recognise
her, don't you?

What is this?
This a set-up or something?

Look.

Now tell us where she is.

As fun as this has
been, I'm gonna go now.

- I'm sorry. No. No, no.
- Get off me.

I can't just let you leave.
This is important. She's important.

OK.

OK, I'll help you.

Is it OK if I go to the bathroom first,
or are you gonna wig about that too?

Yeah, but leave your bag or your
phone or something like that.

Fine. I'll leave my bag.

You're not being very nice to
her, Leo.

Leo...

If she's telling the truth and
Mia's been completely wiped...

- Leo...
- What if we can't get her back?

- Leo.
- What?

You need to look at this.

What is that?

Uh, why the hell
have you got my bag?

That's my bag!

Freak!

Just a case of downloading her specs
and running them through the machine.

I haven't seen one like her
before, so she's a unique.

Sometimes they can be buggier
than the mass-produced ones.

It's just down to luck really.

And what sort of...
information do you get from 'em?

Whatever she's been up to - viruses,
apps, hacks, mods, all that stuff.

Stuff like...
passwords, activations?

We want to know everything
that's been going on with her.

Hang on.

Something funny here.

Yeah, that's weird.
When did you say you bought her?

She was brand-new two weeks ago.

What is it? What's wrong?

Well, she's not
brand-new, for a start.

Your synth is at
least 14 years old.

What do you think it means?

No idea.

I want you to look up everyone
that worked on the synth project,

people on the inner circle,

but find someone
that's still around...

someone that might
know what this is.

There's a man...

worked on the project
in its early years.

Retired now.

His name is Dr George Millican.

George Millican?

George Millican...

Alright.
Find out where he lives.

Gonna ask him some questions.

How's the arm?

Screw you.

What do you want,
ex-Detective Drummond?

I wanted to tell you that you're
missing the bigger picture, mate.

That brothel
murder's a big story.

Bigger than "Policeman
hospitalises journalist"?

This might be the single biggest
murder case in our country's history,

and I can give you
the exclusive story.

So he just dropped the charges?

Yeah. He must have
had a change of heart.

Must have done.
Well, congratulations.

Good to have you back,
Detective Drummond.

Thank you, Detective Voss.

Spoken to Jill yet?

No.

She'll come round.

No, she won't.

It's done.

Anyway, that's that.

You know what I was thinking?

What if it's not an
isolated incident?

If there are more synths
out there who can kill?

Well, we're all screwed,
then, aren't we?

Powerful message, ain't it?

"We are people."

Folks need reminding sometimes.

Reminding we're supposed
to be the dominant species.

We're gonna win it, you know.

Win what?

The war.

Oh, you don't believe me?
Here. Check this out.

Happening tonight. You'll see.

Dr Millican.

Sorry to trouble you so late,
but there's something I'd like to show you.

Mm-hm.

Dr Millican!

You knew David Elster.

So did I.

You're too young to
have known David.

Can we come in?

Vera.

This nice young man
is from the church.

We're gonna need a pot of tea.

Hmph.

Have you seen this before?

Ohh...

Yeah, something like it.

David...

Dr Elster -

he loved to leave these little
secret messages inside his work.

There was a synth from Germany.

He had David's secret recipe for
mulligatawny soup in his root code.

It sold for 50,000 Euros.

And Elster did this,
did he, personally?

There are collectors
who look for this stuff.

The code...

within the picture

is a separate executable program

and you just have
to lift it out.

Huh! Whatever this is,
it's for a synth mind to experience.

Yeah - you can just plug
your pal in here and...

and run the program.

Um...

Thank you, Dr Millican.

We've taken up enough
of your time already.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait.

You're not gonna let
me see what it is?

Why did you leave the
project, Dr Millican?

David was taking his research in a
direction I wasn't comfortable with.

Yeah, sentient synths.

True AI.

Who are you?

Where did you find this?

If you don't tell me who you
are, I will call the cops.

No, please don't do that.

Alright.

I'm Leo Elster. I'm David's son.

Leo died.

Yeah.

Come on!

20 quid if you want to watch.

40 if you want a turn.

Yeah!

You're up after this one.

Follow me.

Let's have her back!

- Ooh, yeah!
- Smash her up!

Smash him! Come on!

Which one do you want?

Excellent choice.
You can get a weapon from there.

Come on, love! Mess him up.

Go on! Get in there!

What are you waiting for?
Get in there! Come on!

Oh, come on! Get in there!

Are you ready?

I don't understand the question.

Hit it! Hit it!

- It's humans versus synths!
- I know!

Get me the police right now!

No!

Sir. We've intercepted a call.

A fight in progress at a smash
club, some woman kicking off.

That's what smash clubs are
for, aren't they?

She's attacking
people, not synths.

- Description?
- Could be our girl.

Alright, let's go.

You can go.

You can go!

My primary user...

- I'm sorry.
- Error.

I don't understand the question.

- I'm afraid that does not...
- Error. My primary user...

Error. My primary user...

I'm sorry.

Down here! This way!

Don't break her!

What?

Don't worry.

It's just a message...

from Dad, hidden in Mia.

We were meant to find this.
It's not going to hurt me.

What did you see?

Life.

Stay there!

She's taking the stairs!

- I was just thinking about you.
- Where are you?

Actually,
I'm in a bit of a tight spot.

- Can you get out of it?
- I'm not sure I can, you know.

I saw something, Niska.

Our father hid a
program in our heads.

I think it's what he used
to give you consciousness.

Leo, what?

- I swear it.
- Do you promise?

It could be a way
to make more of you,

but it needs all of us to run
it, all of us!

So this thing you're in,
you sure you can't get out of it?

Not 100%.

Then...

get out of it.

Call me right back.

Ohh! Ugh!

- Hold your fire!
- Arggh! Arggh! Arghh!

Put them down.

Put them down.

Now, don't follow us...

and he won't die.

- Remember this.
- No...

Arggh! Arggh!

Can I help... help...
help you with anything, sir?

Help...

Can I help... help...
help you with anything, sir?

Can I help... help...
help you with anything, sir?

She's hiding something from us.

They said she's at
least 14 years old.

You were right. I'm sorry.

There's something wrong with her.
She's gotta go.

We're not getting rid of her.
We're going to keep her.

I'm gonna find out
what's going on.

Why?

She's just a machine that's
malfunctioning. That's all.

She's more than that.

Anita...

who were you before
you came here?

I'm sorry, Laura.

I don't understand the question.

I think you do.

Yeah, thanks.

You're welcome.

Mmm.

Well...

Goodnight, Pete.

Goodnight, Karen.