03x06 - Episode XVIII

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Keep pushing, more!

Keep pushing, Rachel.
Push, push, push, push...

Push. More, come on.
You've got it, more!

Keep going! Okay,
breathe, Rachel. Breathe.

Pushing, pushing, pushing...

Hold on, hold on.

Okay.

Push, push, push.

Keep pushing, well done.

Keep pushing, keep pushing.

- Keep pushing, push, push, push!
- f*ck!

- It f*cking hurts!
- Yeah, you're having a baby.

Okay, breathing, breathing.

- Can you see her?
- Not yet.

Oh, God. She's stuck.

- She must be stuck.
- We don't know that.

She has to be, it's been hours.

Who's the doctor here?

Nice deep breaths. Nice deep breaths.

- I can't do this, I can't do this.
- Want to tell your daughter or shall I?

- Oh, God.
- Nice deep breaths.

Okay. You ready?

- Yeah.
- Okay, push, Rachel.

Pushing, pushing, pushing.

Push, Rachel, pushing. Push, push, push.

Okay, Rachel. Okay.

Her bum's out. Her bum's out, Rachel.

Okay, push. Keep pushing.

Harder, harder!

Push, push, push!

Come on, Rachel. Go on.

Keep pushing! Harder, push, push, push!

I know, I know, I know.

Okay. Okay, I've got her hips.

Okay, okay.

- Okay, it's a Frank breech.
- Is it okay?

A little more and I can unfold the legs.

Maggie, you'll hurt her.

Don't argue, we haven't
slept in two days.

- f*ck you!
- f*ck you too, Rachel.

Okay, breathe. Breathe.

- Okay.
- Right, here we go.

I know, I'm just unfolding the legs.

I have to push.

- Maggie!
- Just hold off, please.

I just need... Okay. Okay.

- f*ck!
- Okay. Okay, the shoulders are out.

Okay, it's just the head left.

I'm gonna help you, okay?

You tell me when you're ready.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Okay. Push!

Pushing, pushing,
pushing, push, push, push!

Push, push, push, push!

Well done, keep pushing!
Push, push, push!

Okay. Push, push, push!

Push.

Oh, God. Is she okay?

Is she okay?

- Maggie, is she okay?
- It's okay.

Why isn't she breathing?

I'm just clearing her airways.

Why isn't she breathing?

- Maggie!
- Okay, okay.

- Okay.
- Give her to me.

Hey... Hey...

Hey...

I know, I know, I know.

My baby...

She's beautiful.

We did it.

We...

I thought you were done hurting me.

At least someone's drinking.

How do I even have milk for her?

We're a miracle.

Thank you.

- Truly.
- It's more you than me.

I'm so sorry.

What for?

For what my father did to your mom.

I can't change the past,

and I can't fix what
that man put you through.

But I can promise you
he's not out there.

He is rotting at the
bottom of the ocean.

How do you know for sure?

Because I k*lled him.

I drowned him.

How could you k*ll your own father?

Because he k*lled hers.

Alec.

And so many others.

On the Alexandria? It was Arthur?

He did it so he could cover
up that the algae was a poison.

He'd have done anything to
continue saving the planet.

As if it couldn't be done without him.

He became the monster
that you said he was.

But you know, if he could see us,

the three of us united,

I think he'd be f*cking furious.

I think that has to be
our vengeance, Maggie.

It has to be enough.

It's over.

I think I need to sleep.

Is that... ?

It's raining.

Go, go, go, go!

It's raining!

The incy wincy spider

Went up the water spout

Down came the rain

And it washed the spider out.

Out came the sun

And dried up all the rain.

And the incy wincy spider...

I have a special delivery.

Where is the baby?

Who are you?

Just show your f*cking face!

Arthur Kennedy Wilde,

you stand here to be sentenced

for the charges you have been
found guilty of by this court.

I note that, throughout the trial,

you have shown no recognition

nor remorse for your heinous crimes.

On charge one,

for the m*rder of Myles Porter,

I sentence you to life imprisonment.

On charge two,

for the m*rder of Nils Hedlund,

I sentence you to life imprisonment.

On charge three,

for the m*rder of Ebba Ullman,

I sentence you to life imprisonment.

On charge four,

for the m*rder of Ramón Lázaro,

I sentence you to life imprisonment.

On charge five,

for the m*rder of Erik Osterland,

I sentence you to life imprisonment.

On charge six,

for the m*rder of Annika Lundqvist,

I sentence you to life imprisonment.

On charge seven, for the
m*rder of Aki Kobayashi,

I sentence you to life imprisonment.

And on charge eight,

for the manslaughter of Sarah Jackson,

I sentence you to 18
years' imprisonment.

All sentences are to
be served consecutively

with no possibility of parole

to ensure you remain behind bars

for the rest of your life.

Take him away.

You want to play?

Okay, let's play!

Professor Wilde! Care to
comment on the verdict?

- Why did you k*ll them?
- What do you say to the families?

- Are you sorry at all?
- Am I sorry?

Yes, I am sorry.

I'm sorry for all of you.

The news channels focus
in on a handful of deaths

while ignoring the fact that
billions more are coming.

Floods, droughts, desertification.

The planet is dying and
what are you doing about it?

Incarcerating the only hope you've got.

My punishment is not mine, it's yours.

That's your headline story.

My life sentence today

is your death sentence tomorrow.

- Thank you for watching.
- Professor Wilde!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

f*ck.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Where is Rachel's baby?

Just tell me if she's okay!

What, don't want to talk?

The V...

The head...

Everything is a Polaris copycat,

it's very clever.

So what's your connection?

Want to keep me guessing?

Okay.

Okay, you seem to like games.

Hot or cold. If I guess right,
you let go of the belt and we talk.

Okay?

You could've k*lled me straight
off like the others, but no.

I'm supposed to suffer.

This is personal, this is...

This is Arthur.

Is that warmer?

So what were you to him?

A friend?

That's cold.

Arthur didn't have any friends.

And you're not a relative.

You k*lled the only one.

But...

But you waited until
after she gave birth.

Like you're preserving
the bloodline or something.

Is that warmer?

What, everyone must die
except Arthur's grandchild?

That's pretty fanatical.

Was that it?

Are you some fan of Arthur Wilde?

Some f*cking disciple?

Burning.

That wasn't the f*cking deal!

f*ck your games!

I'll die in here anyway,
just show me your stupid face.

Whose face looks stupid now?

Why are we going so slow?

Something's wrong.

It must be in the wrong gear.

- I know how to f*cking drive.
- Sure.

Oh, no! What's that smell?

What's happening?

Sean can't drive.

I'll check the engine.

We have to f*cking keep going.

- What, do you wanna drive?
- I'm driving.

Okay.

Hurry up.

What are you doing?

But I counted the bodies.

There were four.

That's correct.

Hey! That belongs to me.

Sorry, I just saw it. I was curious.

So what's your escape plan?

How are you getting out?

With the contractors, of course.

Don't worry about the planet.

It's going to be saved.

In Arthur Wilde's name like
it was always meant to be.

Okay, I get it, but...

Wait! You'll...

You'll be the only survivor.

They'll know it was you.

I want them to know.

I want the whole world to know.

But that's wrong.

That's not how Polaris went! You...

You're meant to keep me alive

and frame me like I framed Arthur.

You what?

Oh, no way.

- No way.
- What's so funny?

You're some Arthur Wilde tribute actor.

I thought at least you'd
have figured it out.

Arthur didn't do it.

I did.

Arthur didn't k*ll anyone on Polaris VI.

Good try.

Ask me anything, go on.

I'll tell you how I did it.

I know how he did it because he told me.

- He lied to you.
- No, you're the liar.

It was me, Sean.

Shut up.

You're not a follower of Arthur's,

- you're mine.
- Shut up.

You belong to me.

- Shut up!
- You're mine.

Shut your f*cking mouth! Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Yeah, I'm coming. I'm
coming, I'm coming.

You took your f*cking time.

What do you want?

Not you, that's for sure.

But you're all I've got.

You lazy, stupid c**t.

Take me to the bath.

You've got this, you know.

"You've got this, you know."

Stop crying and just
take me to the bath.

Harder, you f*cking girl.

Geez. You're more useless
than t*ts on a nun.

Go down.

I said down.

What are you doing?

Drying you.

- You haven't finished.
- You're clean.

With blue f*cking ba*ls. You
think you can leave me like this?

- I'm tired.
- Poor f*cking Sean.

I bet you have a headache too.

I have work in the morning.

I'm your f*cking work!

Me, your dad! Or have you forgotten?

Who the f*ck do you think you are?

Nobody.

That's right. A f*cking nobody.

All your personal belongings,
watches, phone, jewelery, keys.

- Is that it?
- Yeah.

- History of mental illness?
- No.

Suicide attempts?

I'm Doctor Arthur Wilde.

You really think I'd
try to commit suicide?

In here, you're nobody.

Come on.

My name is Professor Arthur Wilde.

I'm a scientist. I
don't want any trouble.

I just want to concentrate on my work

and keep to myself while I'm here.

Enjoy your lunch.

Dear Rachel.

Perhaps I deserve
your continued silence.

But you cannot imagine
how hurtful it is to me.

Ungrateful b*tch.

Where is my breakfast?

What are you hiding?

A letter.

To who?

Someone I met.

In which bush?

He is an important man.

And what would an important man
want with a stupid half-wit like you?

I'm not stupid.

Is that why you've
got a job nobody wants?

Dear Professor.

I hope you don't mind this letter
from someone who admires you.

You don't know me, but
I feel like I know you.

It must be lonely where you are.

And I want you to know that
someone is thinking of you.

Someone who believes in you.

Dear Professor.

Forgive me for writing again like this,

but the idea that a man like
you could be reading my words

makes me feel better
about myself somehow.

I've never had anyone in
my life I could admire.

Let alone anyone that I could love.

Everyone else I know
is a disappointment.

Dear Professor.

I felt such sadness today.

Sadness and anger.

What kind of world do we live in

that treats a brilliant
man like you so badly?

Locked up with petty criminals when
there's nothing petty about you.

Dear Professor.

Dark thoughts.

I spent the day fantasizing about
the doctor that got away from you.

I imagined her burning at the stake

like in the old days.

Dear friend.

I recommend you buy my
book, Our Planet, My Quest.

Of particular interest
are acetyl-CoA synthesis,

anthropogenic CO2 emissions,

Bronsted-Lowry theory,

and the Wagenaar Test.

I suggest you refer to these in order.

Warm regards, Professor Wilde.

What are you so f*cking pleased about?

My friend says I'm clever.

Then he's a liar.

No, he isn't.

- He likes me.
- Nobody likes you.

Anyone that says they do is trying
to screw something out of you.

My father also resented me.

He never believed in me.

You deserve better.

Cutting mine off was
the best thing I did.

Courage is within you.

Forget everything you were ever taught.

We're different.

Be brave.

It's cold.

It's freezing cold and I only
started watching the telly.

It's cold already. It must've
been cold when you brought it.

Why didn't you drink it right away?

Just get me another. You're
supposed to be looking after me.

Are you listening to me?

Sean?

Sean!

Sean!

Idiot! b*stard!

Come on! Where are you?

Get and move on!

Get out!

It's about f*cking time.

What the f*ck are you doing?

What are you doing?

Help!

We don't have much time.

I find you a very impressive young man.

You've shown great
determination, great courage.

That's why I chose you.

Now I need you to take the next step.

Find Maggie Mitchell

and make her suffer.

Find Maggie Mitchell

and make her suffer.

Find Maggie Mitchell

and make her suffer.

- Wake up.
- f*ck off.

Come on, wake up.

Who the f*ck are you?

You're not a wing guard.

Get out of bed.

Stand up.

Do you have any f*cking idea
who you're dealing with here?

Who the f*ck are you?

- Just...
- What's this all about?

Turn around. Put your hands on the
bed. This will all be over soon.

- You know we have ears on the outside.
- Oh, do you now?

I hear you're looking for a hitman.

For someone called Maggie Mitchell.

He chose me first.

f*ck you!

I was waiting for a visit.

You never came.

I can't.

You disappoint me.

You'll see me on court day.

Sign where the X is.

I know what you want me to do.

Move!

The famous biologist was being
taken to Portlaoise Prison

when the prison van was attacked

in what seems a perfectly
ex*cuted operation

by an organized group.

- No!
- It is not clear if Doctor Wilde himself

had any knowledge of his liberation

- or if he was taken from custody...
- He's gone.

... against his own will

as the trial against him
was reaching its final phase.

Here. Log the professor's
stuff from his cell.

And check out the piece of
art he had in his mattress.

The key is not to rush it.

I just sent you the perfect replacement

who's passed all the screenings.

Find your scapegoat before you strike.

Hey! Hey, what's wrong?

There's someone up there.

Then bring it on. The shock and awe.

Stay three moves ahead.

Help!

Help!

Terror renders people stupid.

They start doing your job for you.

The best cover is to be a victim.

What about you, Sean?

My son Connor has MLD.

I saw the picture of
your son in your room.

Connor.

You can fool all the
people all of the time.

Push, Rachel, pushing. Push, push, push!

Here, Rachel.

Here it comes, here it comes now.

When the time comes to switch sides...

And it dried up all the rain

... act without sentiment.

I did it.

I'm proud of you, son.

Wait.

I need to know.

Were you the Polaris k*ller?

Why? You think I lied to you?

Did you or didn't you k*ll them?

Huh?

- Yes.
- Yes.

I k*lled them.

Prove it to me.

Give me water first.

Do you think that she
could accomplish what I did?

You said...

You said yourself she could in court.

You swore you were innocent.

I needed to say that in order to
go free to continue my life's work.

- I thought you understood that.
- I did. I did. I did. I did.

Are you seeing him, Sean?

Remember, they k*lled me

and stole everything I had.

They crushed me.

They tried to make it
look as if I never existed.

Whatever he's saying, don't listen.

And now

you've made things right.

And that's why I chose you.

He was grooming you.

You need to block him out.

Aren't I the father you always wanted?

He's poison.

- Aren't I?
- No.

Everything you told me...

I want proof.

I can give you proof

if you give me something to drink.

Don't listen to her, Sean.

She'll say anything to save herself.

Sean, Sean!

Don't. Sean, no.

No!

You're paying heed to her, Sean.

I can feel it. You're listening to her.

She's getting to you!

Think again, Sean.

Take a breath.

Sean! Sean! What are you doing?

We've come this far, Sean.

We've come this far.
Sean, do you hear me?

We've come this far, now finish it!

Finish it, Sean.

Do you hear me?

Sean.

Sean! Sean!

No, don't do it.

Come on! Come on!

You owe me.

I gave you wings,

gave you a purpose!

You were a nobody!

A f*cking nobody.

Look at you.

You can't do it.

You can't do anything.

You lazy, stupid c**t.

Do it, you f*cking man-p*ssy!

- Sean, don't do it.
- Do it!

Do it!

Do it!

Stop telling me what to do!

Show some f*cking ba*ls
and do what I'm telling you!

- No, I decide!
- Do what I'm telling you!

- Stop talking!
- Do it!

up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Just f*ck off!

God! Leave me alone!

f*cking... I'm not. I'm not!

I'm not a p*ssy.

I'm not a man-p*ssy,
no, I'm not. I'm not.

- I know.
- What?

- I know. I know.
- He won't shut up.

I know, I know.

I know, just...

It won't stop.

- It's got to be you.
- Alright.

But listen, Sean. He'll never leave.

You're the only one who
can shut him up for good.

You can do it.

Go on.

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay.

We are friends.

We won't hurt you, okay?

Put those down.

Give them to me.

Good.

You and your baby are
going to be safe now.

I promise.

Come.

Come. Come.

It's okay, it's okay.

She needs milk.

The baby, she needs milk.

Okay.

Try to find something.

Sit, please.

Is she the one you're looking for?

Hello, Maggie.

Johan.

Who are you going to blame now?

Arthur's dead.

Some people never really die.

Tell that to my wife.

Olivia...

it's over.

What's that?

It's what it's all been about.

It's what Annika died for.

Put it in good hands, Johan.