Being Human · Season 3
You come in here with your ridiculous blunt morality and you understand nothing of his world, nothing of his needs! Tell you what, let's leave it to Adam, eh? So Adam, what's it to be? A life of comfort, privilege and all the pleasures that a young man could ever dream of. Or hardship, desperation and hunger.
I choose them.
You may need to be a bit more specific.
Oh, yeah, I mean you. George and Nina, I choose you.
What have we got?
A drunk, dead woman. Shouting.
That's not a ghost. I can smell her.
What, from here?
Oh yeah. Even without the whole wolf thing.
Well of course you can smell her. She's got a body! [they look at her] I'm sure I mentioned that.
So what do we call you?
Anything you like, sweetheart. [Annie yanks her hair with the straighteners]
Oh! Oh, sorry. Look, you got caught there. Caught a bit of your hair, sorry.
Don't worry, babe. I can tell you're not used to a beauty regime.
I don't think it was just Sasha. There's four subject sheets here. All came back to life, all at the same time. I think they were testing them. Trying to find out what they were, how they worked, if it could spread. I think they were scared.
[staring in horror at footage on a digital camera of a conscious, screaming zombie being dissected by surgeons] I know the feeling. Did it say anything about anaesthetic in there?
Yeah. "Anaesthetic ineffective." How did you know?
They did it anyway. What did they do with them afterwards?
[slowly realising the extent of the situation] Incinerated them...as a health hazard.
Were they still alive, when they burned them?
We owe her, George.
We owe her? Why do we owe her?
She came back to life two weeks ago. All of them did, when I was on the other side.
Saving me.
So. Hang on, what are we saying? That Death's Door was engaged?
Her spirit couldn't pass over because of me.
We made her. We owe her, all of us do.
It all falls away. The looks, money. Lovers, friends.
Not all your friends.
No. Not all your friends. And the ones that are there at the end, they're the real ones, aren't they?
Yeah. Yeah.
Thank you. For being my friend, Annie...
George, would you like...to have...a little...hairy baby with me?
Do you know what you're doing?
I'm a nurse. We need to get him to the hospital.
I can stitch that back up at the truck. Come on, Tom. You can walk.
What, in the tetanus mobile? Are you kidding?
You know what I don't understand? Is what a clean and kind girl like you is doing with a vampire.
How did you know?!
I see things. Live the life we do, pays to know who's safe and who's a threat.
Look. My first boyfriend took naked photos of me while I was asleep and put them on the internet. My second boyfriend got drunk and asked my mum for a threesome. My third boyfriend pushed me down the stairs and killed me. So I think a vampire's pretty much...marriage material, given my track record.
How come we didn't tear each other apart?
Well, it was really quite sweet actually. I mean after the wolves finished trying to kill Mitchell, George just kind of padded around you all protective. And then the other two stayed on the other side kind of wrestling around and marking their territory.
Maybe they are your pack.
I think they've got their own pack. No - Limehead in Cornwall's where I want to go.
You can take the truck. I'll be all right.
We still need to find a distributor cap. Plus you need to teach me how to drive.
[regarding Herrick]
Mitchell! What are we going to do.
Stake him. [he runs out of the room]
What did he say?
You arrive late. Bombed on bloody Red Bull. Talking a load of inconsequential guff about Druids and kitchen units. And now you accuse me of...of what? Fraudulently inventing a vulnerable relative just to cover up the fact that you've deleted his records!
I didn't delete a—
Doorstepped by the tabloids is gonna seem like a walk in the park when I'm done with you. What's your manager's number, Wendy? I am gonna unleash a shitstorm!
You're the best friend I've ever had. And probably ever will have. But I will turn my back on you. I will wipe you from my memory and I will never mention your name again. I will never tell my son or daughter that I had a friend called Mitchell. It will be as if we'd never met. That's it. Now you make your choice.
Give me a clue, little lady. Chuck me a bone. What are you?
What am I? On to you, that's what I am. I'm on to you, little man.
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