- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Okay.
So, what now?
Did she make it?
I don't know.
But if it's worked, then we shouldn't be here.
But we are.
God, I hate it here.
I feel like I'm walking over my own grave.
Defoe.
She made it.
Wait.
There's Hillinghead, but look.
Inspector, there's a cripple in the cell saying your name.
- Tell him to wait. - He's a she, sir.
Inside is everything you need to get your man, Inspector.
About time.
Leave it there.
The case is now closed.
So this cripple, sir, she's queer sounding.
Keeps saying, "Get me Hillinghead." Howling it, sir.
I think her name was May, Maypolewood. Ring any bells?
Never heard of her. Deal with it yourself.
Tell her I'm a wanted man.
What's the matter?
Is it the journalist?
- Open up! - You didn't do this!
Your husband's a murderer, Mrs. Hillinghead.
- He-- - See his signed confession for yourself.
Have it your own way, Hillinghead.
Thirsty?
Thank you.
Oh, you're the cripple.
You were calling my name.
Finally!
You've just handed yourself in for murder, right?
The-- The Longharvest murder?
How do you know that? Who are you?
I, uh...
I come from a far...
Mm.
No. No, um...
Do you read science fiction?
Science what?
This is going to sound crazy...
- Uh-huh.
...but it's the truth.
You've just got to listen to me.
Okay?
- Uh-huh. - Okay.
The murder you've confessed to...
he was found naked.
A bullet hole in his left eye.
A weird marking on his wrist.
There was no exit wound.
And no bullet.
How could you know that?
Because I'm the one who shot him.
The body you found,
your suspect, Sir Julian Harker,
and me,
we're all from the future.
Oh, right.
In that future, Harker's committed murder
on a scale you could never believe.
- Hundreds of thou-- What?
What are you doing?
Just leave me in peace.
Peace? But--
Fuck no, you-- you've got to listen.
- You've got to-- - You! Water.
My daughter threw tantrums like you.
Till she was 13 years old.
- I slept through those. - Come on, with me.
And I shall sleep through these.
You carved your name on the brick of Longharvest Lane
with the sign from the body.
Why did you?
I...
left a message.
For who?
The future.
Alfred.
You left a message for the future.
And here I am.
In the time I come from,
I'm a detective on this same case.
Just like you.
And I've traveled from there to stop Julian Harker.
He's creating a loop that must be broken.
He's gonna marry your daughter.
She's going to have his child.
- And so many people are going to die.
Stop!
Stop. Stop this masquerade.
Did Harker send you here? Huh?
To tip me into lunacy?
What is your purpose?!
I just want you to listen to me.
Please.
Then you can choose to believe me or not.
- Okay.
Shh.
It's not like you have anywhere better to be.
And if we can stop him, everything would change.
Mannix wouldn't exist.
Defoe's body wouldn't arrive.
None of this would ever have happened.
You'd be whoever you were before you found the body.
We all would.
Why did you join the police?
To belong.
Why did you?
To... To hide.
Why hide?
Hillinghead!
You-- What-- What is it?
I'm to be transferred tonight.
- What? Transferred? - Mm-hmm.
Already? No. No.
No, no, no, it's too soon.
For what?
Shit. Okay.
Go on, tell me! Tell me!
You die on the way to prison.
It goes down as suicide.
- You can change this. Please. - Hillinghead.
I'm to escort you to Pentonville.
Please! Please, you've got to talk to him.
Only you can change everything!
Ensure you're treated with some dignity.
No.
- Please. Please. - Come on, now.
Why are you really here, Ladbroke?
You.
You're a fool.
You could have let that journalist take the blame.
But instead, you chose to sacrifice yourself.
For what?
For love?
Love for him?
There's not much between us, Alfred.
I know what it's like to live a lie.
Stop.
You're here to kill me.
I know who you really are.
I know...
everything about you.
I know... the truth about you.
A river of blood flows through these hands.
And you will kill me.
But if I could just see my daughter one last time,
I would drag her away from you like a child from a cliff edge
and tell her the truth about what you are.
Why her?
Tell me!
Love?
What could you possibly know of love
when your whole existence negates it?
You don't have a shred of self-sacrifice in you, do you?
And so you will lie to her.
And, Elias, you will destroy her.
What did you call me?
Elias.
Elias Mannix.
How do you know that name?
The Morleys lied to you.
And you lied to you.
You won't die loved.
You will die alone, full of regret.
Too weak and afraid to change.
Who told you that?
Spirits, of course.
Don't you walk away from me.
Coward!
Everything you ever believed in!
- Everything! - Hillinghead, enough!
Elias! Elias!
It's not too late--
Polly.
I have some bad news.
You said yourself this would be a war,
and wars demand sacrifice.
Know you are loved, sir.
I heard my own voice
promise me I'd find love.
And I have.
I've found love.
I promised myself we'd be happy.
And we will be.
So why would I lie to myself?
I wouldn't.
I couldn't.
I do.
Know you are loved.
Forgive me.
What's the matter?
Tell me.
Is it something that I've done?
No.
Then... tell me the truth, Julian. Please.
I can't.
Julian? I'm sorry, but it-- it can't wait.
Come spring, you're to be a father.
That's wonderful.
Are you-- Are you not happy?
Of course I am.
Perhaps we should ask your mother
if it is to be a boy or a girl.
Or... do you already know?
It will be a boy.
It'll be a new start for us, won't it?
A new family.
Baby was kicking, I couldn't--
I couldn't sleep.
I had to know what it was that was troubling you so.
Whether it was my fault or something else.
The night that my father died, you changed.
I've always wondered why.
You did see him that night, didn't you?
I realize now I...
I recognize this man.
He's the man that my father confessed to murdering. Am I right?
The man in your painting?
You will tell me the truth, Julian, or you will never, ever see me again.
Don't come any closer.
On the life...
of your unborn child...
did you have a part in my...
in my father's death?
Yes.
I killed him.
- Leave me alone. - You've no choice!
- You said-- - Listen to me.
- Listen to me! Listen to me!
You can't change this.
I'm from the future.
The child you carry begets a son.
Then generations are born, then I am born.
If we don't do this, then I don't exist.
Neither does your child.
- Do you understand?
You've no choice.
The child is crowning. Push, Lady Harker, push.
Congratulations, Sir Julian.
You're the proud father of a healthy baby boy.
He looks just like you.
Elias.
Polly.
Please, I beg you.
Let him know he is loved.
- No life should start with such...
...coldness,
such pain.
We're meant to be happy.
And I promise you, we will be.
Know you are loved.
Whiteman is hiding the girl in his flat.
I know what I must do.
I've always hated these earrings.
Why have you never told me how I must die?
How long do I have?
Years?
Or hours?
Polly, please stop.
Forgive me.
I never meant any of this for you.
And how about you?
How do you die?
Must be soon.
Is it me? Do I kill you?
I hope it's me.
It's time. No point putting it off any longer.
Last one, sir.
We could make a different record.
We could tell myself not to do it.
- We could change everything. - No.
Nothing can change.
Everything depends on it.
Your son, your grandchildren, their children.
The world you create.
It's a lie.
Then lie as if your life depends on it.
Their lives, if not yours.
I have lived your life, Elias.
As you sit on that boat,
with your heart beating in your chest...
Lady Harker requested I take the equipment.
It attracts dust.
It's fine.
Leave it here.
I need to rest.
Very well, sir.
I pray these truths find you, Elias.
Somehow, they have laid dormant in me
for far too long.
Every word you've ever heard from me has been a lie.
I need you to listen to me.
Her name was Esther. She was eleven years old.
Please, I beg you. Don't kill me yet.
What are you stalling for? The cops?
Too late, they won't save you.
This is for her.
Karl.
Karl Weissman.
What would you give to atone?
To change what has happened?
To save the life of not just Esther,
but hundreds of thousands of people.
Help me make this right.
- The fuck you on about? - I need your help.
Only you can do it.
Please.
Get this out of my house.
If my son finds it, he'll destroy it.
What's that?
On this record is the truth.
A truth that will change everything.
That truth must be heard by the right person.
A detective called Shahara Hasan.
Shahara what? Who?
You're not the only detective to find that body in Longharvest Lane.
Hillinghead, Hasan, and Maplewood are all the same as you.
On it... are words that will save everyone.
All those you've lost.
Those... people whose souls I've destroyed.
You can save them all.
Only you.
Wait.
Wait, old man, come on. Come on.
Get it somewhere safe.
Shahara Hasan.
Please.
For Esther.
For all our sakes.
I beg you.
Just do this one good thing.
Whiteman didn't bite. He's on the loose.
I'm sending armed patrols round to keep you and Mother safe.
Can you hear me? Father?
It's good of you to warn your folks, Hayden.
Bit late, mind.
What have you done to them?
My condolences.
You're a dead man.
The whole city's gonna hunt you down. Do you hear me, Weissman?
Weissman!
He's at Harker House. I want him shot on sight. Understood?
Sergeant Whiteman is a murderer!
The order is to shoot on sight.
Whiteman!
We all found the body.
We all came here.
Everybody out.
Go on, kid.
Blow your whistle.
Nah, really. Give it hell.
I won't hurt you.
Go outside. Catch your breath.
♪ When they sound the last All Clear ♪
♪ How happy, my darling, we'll be ♪
♪ When they turn up the lights ♪
♪ And the dark, lonely nights ♪
♪ Are only a memory ♪
Whiteman.
You're surrounded.
Come out.
Or die.
Nah.
Come on, Hayden.
The Silk's a copper's pub.
No need to fuck it up.
Come in.
I'll be right with you.
"One good thing."
Wait.
My condolences.
Right.
Alright.
- "Hasan... pint?" - Pint?
"Whiteman."
Something's different.
Something's changed.
I can feel it.
- Charles Whiteman... - A legend. His last case.
Gunned down by fellow officers.
My memories.
No, wait.
The pub, near here. Our old copper's pub.
Whiteman wants me to go there. There's something he wants me to find.
Ah, the Silk! I remembered.
The pub was called The Silk.
- Oh, fuck. - What?
The pub was destroyed in the blast 30 years ago.
Look... we've still got The Throat.
Let's go.
I want to know!
Elias!
There was an unexploded World War II bomb
that was discovered during an ordnance survey.
It's being dismantled and we are evacuating the bank for safety.
Now, these pictures have come in
during the last few minutes or so,
showing chaos, uh, in the streets,
as the area around the private bank is secured...
Don't believe everything they say about me.
Here's one good thing.
...Rail and London Transport services have been badly affected,
and the traffic is still coming to a standstill.
As you can see by the pictures here, it's self-evident...
...the area is, uh, being closed off by the police now.
Yes, police are...
Sarah! I need to talk to you.
Sarah, please open the door.
It's Detective Hasan.
Detective Hasan.
Sarah, don't freak out.
Sarah? You okay?
Shahara, am I on speaker?
Sarah, is that you?
This isn't Sarah. Take me off speaker, pull over, and I'll explain.
Please, Shaz, just do it.
- What's going on? - I don't know.
Where's Sarah?
Sarah's safe.
Take me off speaker.
You're off speaker. Who is this?
Shahara, when you see me,
you are going to want to freak out.
Don't.
If you don't recognize me immediately, you'll hurt my feelings.
Who are you?
You know.
Who is that? What's going on?
There's another trigger.
And all Elias has to do is find a phone, dial a number, and everybody dies.
Don't spook him.
Don't let him run off.
Nod if you understand.
Okay.
Now, wind down your window, and those kids,
hovering on those bikes, spook 'em with the siren.
Tell them to fuck off, just do it.
Shahara, it's not like you don't know how.
Oi, you three. Get lost.
- Do you want to get arrested? Piss off.
What is going on?
Okay, Shaz.
Now put me on speaker.
Elias, can you hear me?
Who are you?
You figured that out already.
Elias.
I know what Barber gave you.
I know what it is you're about to do.
Where I come from, you did dial that number.
And hundreds of thousands of people died.
Including my son.
Jawad.
No.
I know that you've been promised that it will be a better place.
I know that you've been promised love, that you'll know it.
Feel it.
But you've been lied to by everyone.
I don't expect you to take my word for it,
but maybe you'll take your own.
I pray these truths find you, Elias.
Somehow, they have laid dormant in me for far too long.
Every word you've ever heard from me has been a lie.
This isn't fair on you. It never has been.
The sacrifice I am about to ask you to make
will be the most unfair thing of all.
- No. Sarah, don't. - Our heart has never healed, Elias.
- Let him finish it. - The pain is always there.
It's never left.
It's unbearable.
I feel it now.
I still have that dream.
Me...
holding that sick, withered, frightened boy in my arms.
I can't see his face,
but I know... I have to take his life.
I pray it will be quick,
and painless.
His eyes are filled with fear and betrayal,
and all I can do is hold him.
Hold him and let him know he is loved.
It's more than just a dream, Elias.
It's a message.
A message for now.
For us.
And now we know what we must do.
I'm sorry, my boy.
Please forgive me.
And know you are loved.
Fuck.
Elias.
If I call this number,
the bomb still goes off.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Elias!
Elias.
- Oh...
Shahara.
You okay?
What day is this?
- Huh? - Mom!
Can I have some toast?
With honey and butter.
Mommy, you're squishing me!
- Uh...
It is my birthday.
- Eh?
Come on, Jawad, come on!
Let's go!
Detectives. I appreciate you coming at short notice.
Now, we have orders not to engage unless directly provoked.
- Understood? - Yes, sir.
Some things never change, eh?
Oi! Stop her! She's nicked my apples.
Got ya!
Hop it.
- Please! Please, let me go with him. - Mama! No!
Please!
- Let me go with him, please! Please!
- Let the mother accompany him. - Thank you, sir.
Thank you. God bless you.
Taxi!
Thanks.
Spencer Street, please.
♪ Lord, what a difference a day makes ♪
I love this one.
Do you mind turning it up?
♪ Skies above can't be stormy ♪
♪ Since that... ♪
I feel sometimes like this whole city's about to boil over.
Just erupt.
Makes me worry about the future. Do you know what I mean?
I know exactly what you mean.
Shahara.
♪ What a difference a day makes ♪
♪ And the difference is you ♪