Humans (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Episode #3.1 - full transcript

"A synth-free community"?
I'm not moving.

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

Conscious synth children.

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

Pete's not coming back.

He's gone.

I'm gonna take care of you now.

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

I'm sorry.
I failed you.

Oh, God.

Her mind is breaking down.



Some sort of system overload.

- Mia is dying.
- What can we do?

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.

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.

...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.

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...

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.

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.

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?

It's offline.

Local garages are refusing
to sell us fuel.

Thomas suffered an
irreversible system failure.

Death.

Call it death.

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? "Bean"?

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

- 50p?! For a tomato.
- Yeah.

Your big
supermarket competitors

are gonna have you
for breakfast.

You ever thought about
just buying an Orange-Eyes?

You know, having them
working on the sly?

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

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.

- Ready?
- Excuse me? Guys?

One second.
Ziggy's gonna say something.

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.

You have to go.

- What? 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.

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?!

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.

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.

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!

Hi, Mr. Saunders!

Thank you.
Good morning!

Now, "Who is this handsome,
super-cool guy?"

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-Eyes?

Yes, madam?

They're dangerous.

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-Eyes?

Steer clear!

I needn't have
bothered coming.

Yes, madam?

What about the nice ones?

- Which nice ones?
- Some Green-Eyes are nice.

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

Oh, don't worry about her.

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

Ooh-ooh!

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.

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-Eyes, 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.

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.

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.

We must prepare
for reprisals.

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.

Our names.

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.

- Where are you going?
- 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.

Are you the lawyer that
represents Green-Eyed dollies?

I am.

I hope your kids get
cancer, you disgusting...

This call's being recorded,
you worthless shit.

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

uh, Sophie's headteacher.

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

Um, is everything all right?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- Risk of death?
- What?

- 65%.
- Max, what's going on?

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 may die.

If I do not,
Christabel will die.

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.

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!

- Where is your leader?
- Get down! Eyes forward!

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!
- Agnes?

They'll shoot us all.

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

Yes, sir.

Agnes.
Agnes, please.

Agnes.

Come on.
Come on.

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!