[intriguing string music plays]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[Barber] We'll run a name, if it is a name.
- See what turns up. - It's the tattoo exactly.
Well, some kid could have seen it on the news.
Look.
I'm sorry for how I spoke to you before. I was...
I was angry with the boy.
How about we put it all behind us, eh?
I'll get Maggie and the research team on the brickwork.
[ominous music playing]
[Maggie] All the usual databases turned up a blank.
- Then I thought, "The brick's really old." - Yeah, right.
So, I checked some city records
and pulled an Alfred Hillinghead from the 1890 electoral register.
Guess his job.
Hint, he's not a bricklayer.
He's a cop, isn't he?
- [dramatic music playing] - [keyboard clacks]
A Whitechapel cop.
- Detective Inspector. - [dramatic sting]
[music continues]
[Maggie] Why don't you check with Scotland Yard?
[woman] Nothing before World War I, darling, I'm sorry.
All right. Thank you.
You know, though,
if this DI Hillingdon...
Hillinghead.
...served in Whitechapel,
then that nick's one of the few still standing.
Bound to be some archives there.
Right.
[rock music playing faintly on stereo]
Clive?
Sergeant Hasan.
[coughs] How can I help you, darling?
Need a favor. We got any old case files in the building?
- How far do they go back? - Right up the wazoo.
How far do you need?
1890.
Ouch.
- [door opens] - [lights clicking]
Wow.
An evidence graveyard, eh?
Where paperwork goes to die.
Nobody cares about this stuff apart from me.
Here we go, my dear.
1930, the Great Depression.
1919, the Treaty of Versailles.
[gasps] Oh.
1912, Titanic.
[gasps]
Loved that movie.
1901, death of Queen Victoria.
1890.
Last stop.
[mysterious music playing]
These files are labeled not by detective,
but by the name of the case, A to Z.
You know which letter to start?
Try "L" for Longharvest Lane.
Uh...
[gasps]
As I live and wheeze, jackpot, young lady.
Jackpot.
- [thuds loudly] - [Clive coughing]
[ominous music playing]
You've got to be kidding me.
That can't be.
No.
No. No.
[Clive] Wait there, detective, this is ringing some bells.
I'll be right back.
If I'm right, you're not gonna believe this.
"A strange marking on his left wrist with a small wound on forehead."
This has got to be a joke.
[Clive] Wait.
[Hasan] What is that?
[Clive] 1941.
[dramatic sting]
[Hasan] Charles Whiteman.
His last case.
Shot through the left eye.
Strange markings on the left wrist.
And naked as the day he was born.
[Hasan] Elias said that bodies had come before.
- All right, sir? - [church bell tolling]
All right?
[music fades]
[sighs]
- I looked for you. - I had urgent business.
Evidently.
Alfred,
I merely wish to discuss what happened last night...
- What happened was a mistake. - ...at Harker House.
You kissed me.
[tense music playing]
- [footsteps thumping] - [bottles rattling]
[melancholy string music playing]
All right.
[breathes deeply]
Well, we know you didn't get his finger markings,
so strike a line through that plan.
Now what?
Nothing.
It's over.
[Charlotte] What on earth happened to you? I was worried.
A brawl broke out in the cells.
One of the prisoners got the best of me.
[chuckles dryly]
[inhales deeply]
Where's Polly?
She's upstairs.
Choosing a dress for this afternoon.
What's this afternoon?
Polly made me promise she'd tell you herself.
[grunts] Alright.
Go and get cleaned up.
I'll lay out some new clothes for you.
[tense string music playing]
[music fades]
Okay.
[clears throat] I'll go and wash.
[chirping]
So, what do you mean,
the chain broke?
Well, the locket fell to the ground and now it won't close.
And what aren't you telling me?
It's fine. I don't want you to worry, I just want you to fix it.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales] Well...
I'm not some tinker.
That's exactly what you are. Embrace it.
[Hillinghead clears throat]
Somebody at the church saw me play.
I'm to go to their house this afternoon to play for them.
[Hillinghead] Mm-hmm.
You have no idea the humiliation your mother and I went through
to get you to sit still for this.
[Hillinghead chuckles]
[ominous music plays]
Where were you last night?
There was a fight in the cells.
There's always a little pinch in your voice when you're lying.
[Hillinghead] Polly Hillinghead...
you're wasted on the piano.
[Polly chuckles]
A detective is what you should be.
[gentle string music playing]
There. Good as new.
[both chuckle softly]
Thank you.
[Whiteman] Kathleen.
Kath!
What's going on with the Rhubarb Squad?
I'm sure the Chief Inspector will tell you himself.
No, no, no, come on, that's not how this works.
You keep an eye out for me, and I keep an eye out for me.
Calloway has a witness who's come forward
saying she heard two voices talking in Lee Cozens' flat before the gunshot.
Calloway thinks Cozens' death might not have been a suicide after all.
Which means maybe he was framed for the body in the boot as well.
He's putting more men on the case.
There was a mention of finding that Yiddish girl again,
with a proper interpreter.
[ominous sting]
[children shouting indistinctly]
- I got a swirly one! - [children laughing]
You got them spiral things those kids were eating?
Yeah, one of those. And a bag of humbugs.
- There you go, love. - Ta.
[ominous music plays]
[music playing faintly on radio]
- [soldier 1] I made the most of it. - [soldier 2] Yeah, I bet you did.
[music continues playing on radio]
[giggling]
What the flippin' heck is going on?
Hey!
- What are you doing? - I told you.
- Live here like you're not here. - [ominous music playing]
Don't exist.
I tried not to exist. I also tried to eat.
The bread you left is moldy, so I tried to heat it,
and that so-called oven started smoking, so I had to open the windows.
Esther, if I'm out the house,
and the radio's blaring out the window, what will anybody think?
It was that or choke to death.
They might be watching and you've given us away!
So, what's that?
Detective?
Lollipops.
For Mr. Bachelor?
Now who's the schlemiel?
Fresh vegetables, breads, cans, whatever.
He's definitely here for us. Shit!
- What is it? - It's what I said.
Use the oven, kill us both. We're dead anyway.
Here's a single ticket up to Inverness.
That's in Scotland.
Lots of kids get evacuated up there. It's safe.
And it's near the Loch Ness Monster, so...
you'll love it.
Train's leaving from Euston tomorrow. I'm going to get you on there.
- Get you out of here. - Will you come?
Maybe.
Don't know.
Most important thing is you're on it. Right?
Wait.
Gonna wait till dark.
He's got to knock off at some point.
[ominous music playing]
It'll be a full moon tonight.
That means it's open season for the Luftwaffe.
When the bombs come, that's our chance.
[music fades]
[whooshing, rumbling]
Thirty years ago, the study of the Deutsch particle
would have us all assigned as pariahs, outcasts, morons.
[students laugh]
At least today, we're seen as merely meddlesome troublemakers.
[intriguing music playing]
Right, today we're going to be looking, theoretically,
at the study of the Deutsch particle upon impact with a naked singularity.
Now, as you can see, the particle splits into two in perfect symmetry.
Backwards and forwards, just as likely to go one second into the past
as it is one second into the future.
But what blows even the most open mind
is observing the result seems possible at both ends.
There are now two particles, one in the past, and one in the future.
And yet, the superposed system has not collapsed.
[students gasping, murmuring]
Uh...
Uh, excuse me, professor.
What about your paper that got banned?
[students murmuring]
On the interaction of dark matter with the Deutsch particle?
Didn't it prove that the creation of a naked singularity was possible?
- [student] What? - [students murmuring]
You may have noticed that we are blessed to have with us today a special observer
in... Detective Maplewood,
who does her research.
What does that mean?
It means... that time travel,
going both backwards and forwards,
is possible...
- [ominous music playing] - [students murmuring in surprise]
...in the real world.
In theory.
[music fades]
So, professor, how would you explain your dead doppelgänger?
I can't. It's quite a paradox.
I know you don't trust me, but I'm asking for your help.
- My orders are... - To investigate me. Yeah, I know.
But... I can see it in your face.
I don't have much time left.
Look.
[sighs]
I didn't invent a time machine. I don't know any terrorists.
I only know that I do not want to experience his fate.
I don't know, maybe if you're there... uh, protecting me...
- I'm not your bodyguard. - No. No, no. No.
[sputtering] You'd be a guest.
I'm a great cook.
[chuckles softly]
Stay with me?
Please.
I'll stay with you.
But I choose the safe house.
Hey, Maggie, I need a massive favor.
Oh, it stinks.
[Hasan] Can you run these for me?
Are these even prints?
From a gaslight. In 1890.
Oh, what is this, Time Team? I don't even know where...
Mags, please.
Just humor me, all right?
- Right. - Thank you.
- Hey. - Hi. Is that your statement on the brick?
- Just slam it on the stack, I'll get to... - No, that's not what this is, sir.
So, what is it?
Something you need to see.
And I don't feel smart showing it to you in this building.
Maybe over a drink?
Why?
'Cause I think you might need one to hear it.
[man laughs]
- This has to be off the record, okay? - This doesn't feel off the record.
I've got enough baggage on my case. Don't need more.
And if one word of this gets written down officially,
anyone I've ever sent down, ever,
gets released 'cause I'm headed straight for the funny farm.
It's a risk.
This is a safe space, Hasan.
Just two off-duty coppers chewing cud.
Shoot.
[Hasan] This is the John Doe on Longharvest Lane.
- Hmm? - Mm.
And this is a front-page scoop
accusing us lot of the cover-up of a murder on Longharvest Lane in 1890.
Here. Same tattoo on both wrists, that we also found on the brick.
The murder victim was never ID'ed,
and a Whitechapel cop called DI Alfred Hillinghead led the case.
He's right here.
[ominous music playing]
- Well, it's a wind-up. It's... - This body...
note the marking,
was discovered one mile away from Longharvest Lane,
in 1941.
The Whitechapel detective on the case was DS Charles Whiteman.
He's here.
That's him there, the matinée idol in the dapper suit.
- Well, this has been Photoshopped. - I wish.
Then what am I staring at? A fucking...
[hesitantly]...X-file?
[sighs]
- This is all very explainable. - Oh, good. I'm all ears.
Safe space, Barber.
- Just two off-duty cops, chewing the cud. - [scoffs]
Well, this is a 143-year-old Etch-a-Sketch, for starters.
A hundred and thirty-three.
[exhales] And this is... is another murder victim, 1941.
The... The... The photo's blurry. Uh...
Same bullet wound, you know, same... same scar on forehead,
same tattoo on... on wrist.
Um...
I'll come back to that. And... And this is your 2023 John Doe here
with... with a passing resemblance for the 1941...
[Hasan] Barber, they all look exactly the same.
There's been at least three murders on Longharvest Lane, decades apart,
all identical.
This isn't nothing, Barber.
And if it's just a prank, then we need to find out who's laughing.
[thunder rumbling]
[knock at door]
[breathes deeply]
[tense music playing]
[melancholy string music playing]
I know you must think I'm a coward.
But I love my family more than anything, and I will protect my family.
Being with you scares me to death.
[inhales sharply]
But I... I need you, Henry.
[hopeful string music playing]
[Hillinghead exhales]
- [Ashe] Mm. - [breathing deeply]
[music fading]
What are you thinking?
Regrets?
[sighs]
Only about the investigation.
[chuckles softly]
- I've spoken to my editor. - Mm.
We're running a front page on Harker.
And his collusion with the Greater London Police.
We're naming him a suspect.
Well... publish his name,
and you might not live to see the evening edition.
[Hillinghead sighs]
You don't have evidence he was there.
- [Ashe] Mm-mm. - He has... [chuckles]
...Paxman and Ladbroke in his pocket.
God knows who else. He's dangerous.
Don't want anything to happen to you.
- What is that? - What?
On your glasses. A smudge.
Can't you see that?
[ominous music playing]
[mysterious music playing]
[chuckles softly]
Continental sciences.
[chuckles softly]
We might still have him.
[door beeps]
[male voice] Welcome home, Iris.
You can drop your bag on the sofa. Kitchen's there, bathroom's by the door.
And we're on the 10th floor, so there's no escape.
So don't get any ideas.
A proper safe safe house then, eh?
[chuckles]
Right, I'm starving. Where does a detective hide her knives?
Or are there no sharp objects in a safe house?
- [female voice] SPYNE level low. - [SPYNE beeping]
You've a SPYNE?
Oh, please, um... don't not sort it out because of me.
[clanks, whirs]
[beeps, whirs, chimes]
[beeping steadily]
[Defoe] Quite the view from up here.
You must do well to afford this.
- [exhales sharply] - [SPYNE whirs]
[exhales]
[doorbell chimes]
[male voice] Your neighbor, Dunnet, Lorna, is at your door.
[sighs]
I just finished a new chapter, but it needs some of that procedur...
- Lorna. - [Defoe coughs]
[Lorna] Oh, I hear you've got company.
Bonne chance, ma chérie.
[Maplewood sighs]
I'll put my earplugs in!
[sighs]
[mysterious music playing]
Hey.
It's gonna be okay.
I'll catch the person responsible.
Even if that person is you.
[Defoe chuckles softly]
[Maplewood chuckles]
Doesn't it scare you?
Police work?
It does.
But I think what we do is important enough to risk it.
What do you think you do?
Keep people safe.
That sounds like the company answer.
No.
It's what I believe.
What do Chapel Perilous believe in?
Oh, God.
I've no idea. I've told you, I don't know who they are.
Ah.
- I can't. I'm... I'm on... - Duty?
I know, but it's French and organic.
And no use to me dead.
[both chuckling]
- [Defoe] Yeah? - One. One.
Only one.
[wine pouring]
Whoa.
To Gabriel Defoe.
He never quite made a mark.
[ominous music playing]
- [buildings crumbling] - [air raid siren blaring]
[all shouting indistinctly]
[Esther] They're getting closer.
- Maybe we should go too. - He's got to go first.
[explosions in distance]
You're a Kinder kid, right?
Shipped out of Berlin when shit hit the fan.
- [explosions] - [glass rattling]
- You, uh, got any family left back there? - My aunt, maybe. I don't know.
Right, well,
when we get you out of London, we'll go find her, yeah?
[planes humming in distance]
What about your family?
Charles.
- You and me got plenty in common. - Except I can clean. [chuckles]
[chuckles] Yeah.
My name's not Charles, by the way.
It's Karl.
- [bomb whistling] - It's the name my mum gave me.
- [explosion] - [electricity crackling]
I want to go.
Relax. If you can hear the whistle, that means they're far away.
[loud explosion]
- [glass shattering] - Esther! Wait!
- [dramatic synth music playing] - [people screaming]
[explosion]
Esther! We can't go out there yet! Move!
[people yelping]
[Esther grunts]
I've got you! I've got you!
[Esther sobs]
[Whiteman] Let's go.
- [rumbling] - [explosions]
- [air raid siren blaring]
[planes humming overhead]
- [explosion] - [people screaming]
This way. This way!
[dreamy synth music playing]
[imperceptible]
[people screaming]
[man] It's too full. Step back, please.
- Out of the way! - [all clamoring]
[man] Get back!
[Esther] Help them. Karl! Help them!
[man] Just leave the gate! Get back.
- [Whiteman] Get in! - [man] Get back!
[yells]
Oh. God bless you. Bless you.
- All right, come on. Let's go. - [woman] Bless you. Thank you.
[muffled explosions in distance]
- [muffled explosion nearby] - [people screaming]
Esther! Esther! I'm here. I'm here.
And I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I promise.
[both panting]
It's going to be all right. Hey, we are going to be all right.
Okay?
- [lights clunk] - [people gasp]
Inverness, here we come.
Come on. Come on. Let's find some space.
No, no. I fucking hate crowds.
- [muffled explosion in distance] - [people gasp]
[Barber] So, this Whiteman guy is trying to solve the same case
as Hillinghead in 1890,
only in 1941?
Right.
And this newspaper article from 1890
says some bloke called Sir Julian Harker was Hillinghead's original suspect.
So we've got to connect the dots over a 50-year gap somehow, right?
At least I know I'm not crazy.
No, you are.
It's... It's infectious.
[chuckles]
Andrew Morley's lawyer, the one Elias sacked off, what's his name?
Philip Dust.
Yeah, but what's his firm's name?
Harker Legal.
Cheapside, E1.
[intriguing music playing]
"Founded by Sir Julian Harker in 1894."
Shit! Andrew Morley's... employment history.
Since he left the force, he's been employed as a security guard by...
Drumroll please.
[both] Harker House.
- Jesus Christ. - I say, we go there and check it out.
Right now, tonight.
Whoa, less of the "we".
This has to be off the book. I'm Chief Inspector.
Nothing's off-book for me, even if I want it to be.
Fine, so I go.
All right.
But none of your maverick shit. It ages me.
[chuckles]
And nothing written down.
We just do oral.
[Hasan snickers]
- What, are you 12? - Yes, I am 12.
[chuckles]
- [distant explosion] - [lights clicking]
[people murmuring in concern]
Get some shut-eye. Go on.
Would your daughter like to use my shawl?
Hmm?
Thank you.
There you are.
- Sit down. Yeah. - Oh! Thank you.
- [lights clicking] - [sighs]
Poor little thing.
Do you think she might like a piece of chocolate?
Hmm?
[chuckles softly] Go on.
[woman chuckles]
Okay.
[chuckling] Thank you.
[woman] Little mite.
[ominous music playing]
I've got to take care of something.
- Will you watch her for a minute? - Course.
- Back in a sec. - Better be.
[woman chuckles]
[eerie sting]
That's a pretty locket.
Oh. Would you like to have a look at it?
Who's that?
[woman] My family.
[sinister music plays]
What's your name?
Polly.
[both straining]
[both grunting]
- [blood squelches] - [both grunt]
[both grunting]
- [blade pierces] - [groans]
- [groaning] - [blade clatters]
[grunts, pants]
[groaning]
[ominous music playing]
[panting]
[grunting]
Who are you?
[tense music playing]
Shit.
- [dog barking] - [siren wailing in distance]
[car door closes]
[ominous music playing]
[clicks]
[Julian] You'll have to learn to live with the uncertainties.
I will tell you what you could not know otherwise.
Ensure you remember this name, Iris Maplewood.
You shall need her.
Maplewood will get you as far as you have to go.
- [object clanks] - But remember...
[gasps]
[footsteps approaching]
[cat meows]
[cats meowing]
[Andrew] Hello.
[encouraging cats]
Hello. What are you doing, hey?
[cats meowing]
Hello. [encouraging cats]
[cat meows]
[Andrew] Spooky in here, isn't it?
[glass clinks]
They used to conduct séances in this house way back when.
[glass clinking]
Talk to the dead.
Aye? Well, I like being scared when I'm here.
[sighs] Detective.
- [Hasan gasps] - [eerie music playing]
[Hasan shudders]
[chuckling] I won't call the cops on you.
[ominous music playing]
We knew you'd come.
Who's "we"?
You and Elaine?
[chuckles]
[exhales]
No, you're way off.
It's a few more people than that, detective.
[inhales deeply]
A lot more.
Me and Elaine brought Elias here,
to one of their big meetings once, when he was 13.
And they all wanted to meet him. You know, all these, uh...
[inhales, clears throat]...big shots.
You know, they, um...
they all tried to tell him what this place would mean to him, that...
someday it would all be his.
That...
just frightened him.
All we ever really did, I think, frighten him.
[Hasan] Andrew,
tell me what's going on.
For his sake.
These big shots, what are they?
And that record, it's the same voice as the one from your caravan, isn't it?
Talk to me.
Oh, we can talk till the cows come home and...
you won't believe me till you see it yourself.
It's all inevitable.
[sputtering] And it...
It does your nut in. [chuckles dryly]
Like Syed, like Elaine, she, uh...
she couldn't handle it anymore.
Why did Syed take his life?
Tell me.
We had to get you to the body.
Get you to Elias.
Like you always have done.
It's time for you to see.
To believe.
Okay, follow me.
- All right, girls? - [cats meow]
[door opens]
You gotta understand, when I was younger,
I was always told that I was going to be someone.
So, I wanted my PhD to be something revelatory.
My thesis dared to posit that cause and effect is malleable, right?
Which therefore makes time, as we know it, totally changeable and fluid.
- May I? - Mm. Yeah.
And I... I was young...
- [wine pouring] - ...ambitious, and...
[romantic music playing on device]
...wrong.
So romantic.
I guess I wanted to believe that the human spirit was a partner
in the eternal ebb and flow, not just an illusion.
"A partner in the..."
Okay. No more wine for you.
[laughs]
- Oh God, sorry. - [both chuckling]
- But... But... now you've changed your mind? - Mm-hmm.
You think everything's predetermined?
- We have no say in the matter? - Is that so awful?
I live in a world where I choose. I make things happen.
Give me an example.
- A man makes a woman dinner. - Mm-hmm.
She agrees to eat it.
He pours her a glass.
She agrees to drink it.
One glass turns to several.
[chuckles softly] And...
she realizes she really likes French wine.
[both chuckle softly]
She opens bottle number two, of her own free will.
No.
Oh, you're very confident in your cooking ability.
[chuckles] No.
It depends on the millions of factors and forces
that have already happened to you that you're blissfully unaware of.
- Name one. - Okay.
Uh, your prior relationship to alcohol. Your parents' relationship to alcohol.
Genetically, the taste buds on your tongue,
the specific makeup and responsiveness that makes this wine
taste just sumptuous to you, right now, in this moment.
The temperature of the room,
the mood you're in when you drink it, who you drink it with.
- [imitates snoring] - [chuckling]
- My point is... - [snickers]
...free will does not exist.
It's an illusion.
And a pleasant one.
Does that mean spontaneity goes out the window too?
Afraid so. No such thing.
Pity.
When did you get your augmentation?
A while back.
Don't you think the state should offer all its citizens treatment
- if they need it? - [music fades]
Including those who don't want to be a part of this... better world.
I think they choose to be left behind.
They can come back any time.
It's an open door.
- [exhales] - [both chuckle softly]
Have you always been this absolutist?
I'd say realistic.
What about the gray areas?
I'm not saying what we have now is perfect,
but it's better than what came before the bomb.
Bent politicians sucking the planet dry to keep the rich fat and sated.
No one caring if you live or die.
Anything different was a weakness used against you.
Now there's order.
Peace.
Your lungs can breathe, and people care.
And... I think that's worth fighting to protect.
Worth dying for.
Don't you?
[sputtering] Are you okay?
Yes, uh, sorry, I need, uh... I need to...
[clears throat]...go to the bathroom.
[sighs]
Hey, I just want to let you know
I've truly enjoyed your company this evening,
and I'm really, really glad I met you.
[chuckles softly]
[unsettling music playing]
[grunts]
[male announcer] All clear.
[tense music playing]
All clear.
Please leave in an orderly fashion.
All clear.
[grunts]
All clear.
- [man] Do you need a hand up? Right. - [woman] Yeah.
[Whiteman] Where's the girl?
Oh, what a sweet girl. She insisted on waiting for you.
You're a lucky man, Sergeant Whiteman.
[ominous music playing]
Know you are loved.
Esther.
Esther?
Esther, come on.
It's time to go. Come on.
Esther.
Come on, kid.
Come on, kid. It's time to go.
Esther, come on, love. No! No!
Come on. Come on.
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Esther. Esther.
Esther.
Come on!
No!
[male voice] Your neighbor, Dunnet, Lorna, is at your door.
[door beeps]
I fell asleep with the window open. Bella...
Shh, shh.
[whispering] Bella got stuck on your side of the ledge again. I know!
And she's as stubborn as a mule.
I'm sorry. Look, I know you've got company.
- Is he in there? - [clicks tongue]
[sighs]
[Bella meows]
- Bella, you diva! - [meows]
Look where that's got you.
- Come on, Mommy's here. Come on. - [door beeps, opens]
- [encouraging cat] - [door closes]
[dramatic sting]
What the fuck?!
[suspenseful music playing]
[panting]
Defoe!
- [grunts] Think you can outrun me? - [groans]
Listen, Iris, please. I can explain.
Safe house, huh?
- We're not what you think we are. - Shut up!
Gabriel Defoe, you're under arrest for suspected terrorist activity.
- Anything you say will be... [groans] - [electricity crackling]
[eerie music playing]
What are you doing?
Now what?
Take her to Chapel.
[mysterious music playing]
[light clunks]
[Andrew] Don't be scared. [chuckles]
It's not the Tate.
Get up close.
Touch it, if you like. [chuckles]
That's it.
They won't bite.
[chuckles]
As I said, we need you to believe it.
Believe what?
The future.
That this path we're on will change the world,
and we all have a role.
[ominous music playing]
Elaine's family, they worked for the Harkers since year dot.
Maids and butlers.
So, we knew the truth.
We knew what would have to happen, such a terrible thing,
to bring about our future.
And that's what was so hard for me.
Knowing that Elias was going to end up so full of regret,
so full of pain,
over what he did.
What he's... going to do.
Elias died wanting to undo it,
but it was too late.
And that's what's so awful.
As his dad, making him do something
you know he's going to regret...
Andrew.
Please, I... I don't understand.
If you weren't around, would he ever do it?
Could it be stopped?
Let Elias live his own life, one where he doesn't hurt anyone.
One where he doesn't regret.
The poor boy.
I wish I knew how to help him more.
Tell Elias I'm sorry.
[tense string music playing]
He deserved better than me.
Andrew!
Whatever you're caught up in, we can help.
I can help.
[sobs softly]
We'll work this out.
[exhales shakily]
God.
- Okay? - Mm.
- [screams, straining] - All right, just calm yourself. That's it.
- [both straining] - Shh. It'll all be over soon.
- [Hasan screams] No! - Yes, yes.
- [Hasan straining] - [suspenseful music playing]
[Hasan yelps, pants]
I'm sorry.
- [Hasan] No, don't! No! - [dramatic music playing]
[groans in frustration] Andrew!
[gasping]
[banging on door]
Help!
[music fades]
- ["What a Difference a Day Makes" plays] - ♪ What a difference a day made ♪
♪ Twenty-four little hours ♪
♪ Brought the sun and the flowers ♪
♪ Where there used to be rain ♪
♪ My yesterday was blue, dear ♪
♪ Today I'm a part of you, dear ♪
♪ My lonely nights are through, dear ♪
♪ Since you said you were mine ♪