[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
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♪ I woke up this morning with my mind ♪
♪ Stayed on freedom ♪
♪ I woke up this morning with my mind, Lord ♪
♪ Stayed on freedom. ♪
[COINS CLATTER]
DRIVER: Hey, you.
You don't go that way.
That way's not for coloureds.
Get off, go round the back, and get on there, that's your entrance.
You know that.
I don't see the need...
for getting off then getting back on there.
Not when there's folks standing in the stairwell.
How am I gonna squeeze on there?
If you ain't going through that back door...
you're getting off my bus.
Sir, let me go.
Please, don't do that. Stop!
[PASSENGERS MURMUR]
You better not hit me.
[YELLS] Get out that door!
Hey!
- [BRAKES HISS] - Hey!
Hey! Hold on!
God!
[DOO-WOP SONG PLAYS]
[TARDIS WHIRRS]
Ah.
Nearly.
- YAZ: Sheffield? - Almost. Really close.
GRAHAM: So, not Sheffield, then?
You're doing this deliberately, aren't ya?
Who are you talking to?
If it's me, I haven't touched anything.
I'm talking to the TARDIS.
Because this is our ninth attempt.
14th.
You can't control this thing, can you?
Excuse me! Yes, I can.
Most of the time. Just...
sometimes, like now, it has a mind of its own.
So, where are we, actually?
Earth.
United States.
1955. Montgomery, Alabama.
If I'm reading this properly.
New displays. Still figuring them out.
1955?!
Elvis? Could we see Elvis?
I think he's in New York this week.
I could give him a call.
You haven't got Elvis's phone number.
Don't ever tell anyone I lent him a mobile phone.
[ALARM SOUNDS]
Whoa.
What's that?
Traces of artron energy?
Should we know what artron energy is?
It's the same type of energy the TARDIS runs off.
There really shouldn't be traces of artron energy here.
Unless they're ours. Which they're not.
And now you want to check it out.
Yeah. I should.
Quick look. But quietly.
History's very delicate.
We stick together.
[SONIC SCREWDRIVER BUZZES]
Real, live 1950s.
Time travel's awesome!
RYAN: Uh, excuse me.
Excuse me.
You dropped this.
- Hey! - Whoa, whoa.
Take your filthy black hands off my wife!
- Whoa! Stop! - Sir, please, take a step back.
You OK, Ryan?
I was just trying to give her back her glove.
Is this your boy?
He's my grandson, actually.
Your what? My grandson.
You ain't from around here. We don't want any trouble.
Well, I don't know how it goes where you folks are from,
but your boy,
he'll be swinging from a tree with a noose for a neckerchief
if he touches a white woman in Montgomery!
- What did you just...? - Is there a problem here, Mr Steele?
Step away, now. Go ahead, step away.
- These friends of yours? - No, sir.
Just on my lunch break,
wondering if I can help out with any misunderstanding.
I... I believe your suit will be ready tomorrow.
The alterations are gonna make it look just right, sir.
Let's go, Lizzie.
- Are you crazy? - He slapped me!
Do you read the newspapers?
You know what they did to young Emmett Till.
We're from out of town.
Well, so was Emmett Till.
On vacation from the north.
Couple of words to...
a white woman in Mississippi,
and the next thing...
they find his body...
in the river.
You want that to be you?
No.
Did your mother raise you with no manners?
I will take a "No, ma'am."
No, ma'am.
- You all together? - Yes.
We're very grateful, Miss...?
Mrs.
Parks. Rosa Parks.
No way.
You're kidding.
Brilliant! Rosa Parks!
Lovely to meet you, Rosa Parks. Big fan.
Excuse me?
Big... fan... of...
Montgomery.
I'm... we are just visiting.
Recommend anything for tourists like us?
I recommend you get yourselves the hell out of Alabama
before you find yourselves in trouble you can't get out of.
[SONIC SCREWDRIVER BUZZES]
Oh, my God.
Can you believe it? Actual Rosa Parks!
Amazing.
Also a problem.
Registering traces of artron energy all around her.
Why is that?
[DEVICE TRILLS]
No.
[DOORS RATTLE]
[POUNDS ON DOOR]
[SIGHS]
[POUNDS ON DOOR]
Force shields.
YAZ: We were in Rosa Parks class in primary. Do you remember?
All the Year 4, 5 and 6 classes
were named after inspirational people.
She's the bus woman, right?
- You do remember what she did? - Yeah.
First black woman to ever drive a bus.
- No, Ryan! - What?
Your nan would have a fit right now!
How could you have been in a class named after the woman
and not know who she is?
She's American.
She refused to give up her seat on a segregated bus to a white passenger.
- [SIGHS] - And got arrested for it.
Her arrest started a boycott of the buses in Montgomery.
Or, rather, will start.
Today is Wednesday, November 30th, 1955.
Tomorrow, Rosa refuses to give up her seat.
And all this basically kicked off the US civil rights movement,
led by Martin Luther King.
See? I'm not totally ignorant.
I just got confused by the whole... bus thing.
Martin Luther King is a minister here in Montgomery right now.
- He and Rosa knew each other? - Yeah.
Is it me, or has it gotten very quiet in here?
We don't serve Negroes.
[SUCKS TEETH] Good.
'Cause I don't eat them.
Or Mexicans.
Is she talking to me?
Y'all need to eat somewhere else.
Come on.
OK, listen. I can deal with this.
You guys, go back to the TARDIS and be safe.
While you do what?
Locate the source of these energy anomalies.
We're one day out of a tipping point in Earth history.
I don't want anything disrupting that.
It's easy for me here. It's more dangerous for you.
You can walk away from this.
Rosa Parks can't.
Rosa Parks doesn't.
If she can live here her whole life,
a couple of hours ain't gonna kill me.
- It ain't gonna kill me, right? - [CHUCKLES] No.
Not if we look out for each other.
I'm cool with it.
- What do you reckon, Mexican lady? - [SONIC SCREWDRIVER BUZZES]
Oi. You keep that up, I'll use you as a pinata.
Epicentre of the artron readings is 1.2 miles that way.
- Come on. - Hey, hey.
We will stop somewhere else to eat, though, won't we?
No time, Graham!
Have you noticed that happens a lot?
I... I need regular food, that's all. [CHUCKLES]
We just got thrown out of a bar and that's what you're worried about?
Not just that.
Not sure your stomach's compatible with time travel, Graham.
Can I help you?
Is there a problem here?
No problem, ma'am. No problem at all.
This is where the artron signals converge, at the bus company.
YASMIN: All roads lead to Rosa Parks.
Yeah. Bit of a worry.
Let's have a look around.
GRAHAM: Well, I'm not sure about this.
RYAN: There's nothing in here.
Why padlock an empty room? Unless it's not empty.
That wasn't there a second ago.
No kidding.
It was there. We just couldn't see it. Perception filter.
Why would anybody do that to a suitcase?
Can we open it?
Is the right question!
Is anyone excited? 'Cause I'm really excited.
You won't be if it's a bomb.
Don't kill the vibe, Graham.
- Whoa. Not very '50s. - I knew it.
See, now there's a problem.
We're not the only ones in Montgomery who don't belong here.
Any clues what any of that is?
Information brick, multi-intercepting surveillance device.
All a bit knackered, though.
Well, why has it been left in here?
[GASPS]
This explains the artron signals. This is very bad news.
- Secondary charger for a... - [LOUD EXPLOSIONS]
In here!
Stay here.
Oi! Brando, looking for us?
I'm not armed.
Is that supposed to make me not shoot you?
Ideally.
So... temporal displacement weapon.
- Horrible things. Can't stand them. - Thank you.
Not a compliment.
It takes a lot of power to displace things in time.
I think you and I both know your weapon is pretty much out of juice,
and I've got your spare battery.
You've been leaving traces of residual artron energy all over 1955.
And what are you? The artron police?
[LAUGHS SARDONICALLY] Maybe you are.
Blue box in the alley, is it a TARDIS?
Might be. What's it to you?
Oh, it could be worth a lot.
Nah, not that one. Second-hand, huge mileage, one careless owner.
Mind you, it's better than a vortex manipulator
like the one on your wrist.
Cheap and nasty time travel.
So, what do you want with Rosa Parks?
Who?
Oh, now you're being annoying.
The feeling is mutual.
- How long have you been here? - Get out of Montgomery.
You're not the first to say that to us.
If I see any of you again, I will kill you.
Don't threaten me.
Chop, chop. On your way now.
What are you doing? [CHUCKLES]
Come on, gang.
Are we actually leaving?
Not in a million years.
RYAN: I'm getting pretty sick of seeing that sign.
YASMIN: So, how are we going to do this?
In you come before anyone sees.
Well, this is fun.
Last time I sneaked into someone's room by a window
was Danny Biswas in Year 10.
You just went right down in my estimation.
Why?!
Danny Biswas? He was punching well above his weight.
Did you just accidentally pay me a compliment?
Whatever.
Why can't we just stay in the TARDIS?
Our friend with the temporal displacement weapon
has got eyes on it.
We go in and out of there, we're going to run into him again.
And I don't want to just yet, not till we've figured this out.
This is better? Smuggling ourselves into crummy motels.
I just need a moment to work this out.
Yeah. Like, what do we actually know?
1955. Montgomery.
One day away
from Rosa Parks refusing to give her seat up on a bus.
Meanwhile, we've got an out-of-time impostor skulking at the bus works
with a temporal displacement weapon.
I understand "weapon" but not sure about "temporal displacement".
Displaces you through time.
A blast hits you, you're thrown through time
to wherever the user has set it.
He had it set for the very far future.
- That's horrible. - Yes.
And it uses artron molecules.
That, plus his vortex manipulator,
were presumably what the TARDIS detected when it brought us here.
So, do we think he's trying to kill Rosa Parks?
Or use that weapon on her?
He's been here a while, set up base at the bus works.
If he wanted to get rid of her, why has he not done it already?
Besides, the Sonic picked up something else on him
but I need to go back to make sure.
Right. What do you remember about Rosa from school?
Oi! Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? That is vandalism.
- We'll have to pay for it. - Don't worry. Special pen.
No. Pack it in. You ain't Banksy.
Or am I?
Rosa takes the bus on the 1st of December, 1955.
- What time of day? - Evening.
She was coming home from work.
I remember 'cause she said people thought she didn't stand
'cause she was tired from working, but she wasn't.
Where did she work?
I think it was in a shop, like a department store.
No. No. Wait.
Earlier, she told that git that slapped Ryan,
"Your suit will be ready tomorrow."
That's it. She did clothes repairs. She was a seamstress.
I mean, is a seamstress. I can't get used to being in the past.
[LOUD BANGING]
- Bathroom. - Seriously?
Very seriously.
No, Doc. The wall.
Banksy doesn't have one of those.
Or have I?
Oh, officer. What can I do for you?
Can I come in, ma'am?
"Ma'am." Still can't get used to that.
Here we are, darling.
This police officer was so keen to come in,
he didn't feel the need to introduce himself.
Is there a problem, officer...?
Mason. Montgomery Police.
[DOOR CREAKS]
I'd offer you a cuppa, but the refreshment facilities are very poor.
- I'll be leaving a note. - British?
How can you tell?
You've been making folks uneasy.
How have we done that?
You don't happen to know a couple of mongrels?
Hmm? Negro boy, Mexican girl?
I don't recognise anyone by that description.
Hmm.
See, the Negro has been going around picking fights
with upstanding citizens.
You appreciate it's an offence to harbour coloureds in a room here.
We're not harbouring anyone who doesn't have a right to be here.
Mm-hm.
What's your business here in Montgomery?
We're here to pitch an invention. Yeah.
It's... a telephone...
that plays music and it's a camera,
also takes photos.
And it's a calendar.
And it sends letters.
Sounds ridiculous.
What's your name, sir?
Steve. Jobs. Steve Jobs.
You being disrespectful with me, Mr Jobs?
Steve Jobs would never disrespect a Montgomery police officer, sir.
Hmm.
You get yourselves gone as soon as your business is concluded. Mm-hm?
I did not warm to him.
I'm sick of this place already.
I know.
To be here just as history is taking place.
This ain't history here, Yas. We're hiding behind bins.
I'm having to work so hard to keep my temper every second here.
I could have slapped that guy back there as soon as we arrived.
Thank God me nan taught me how to keep my temper.
- Never give them the excuse. - Yeah.
- My dad tells me the same. - Yeah. See.
It's not like Rosa Parks wipes out racism from the world forever,
otherwise how come I get stopped way more by the police
than my white mates?
Oi, not this police.
- Tell me you don't get hassled. - Of course I do.
Especially on the job.
I get called a Paki when I'm sorting out a domestic
or a "terrorist" on the way home from the mosque.
Yeah. Exactly.
But they don't win, those people.
I can be a police officer now
because people like Rosa Parks fought those battles for me, for us.
And in 53 years, they'll have a black president as leader.
Who knows where they'll be 50 years after that.
That's proper change.
- [SCOFFS] - What?
Were you born this positive?
I guess so. Must be my Mexican blood.
[CHUCKLES]
Yaz! Ryan!
Wait, wait, wait. We need as much intel as we can get.
If we're gonna protect Rosa, we need to know the facts of her life.
Home address. Daily routine.
Where she works, the route she takes and the church she attends.
Also, the name of the driver she refused.
I know that. It's James Blake.
How do you know that?
Well, your nan, when she found out I was a bus driver, said to me,
"You better not be like James Blake."
Blake the Snake. That's what she called him.
And I had to ask her who he was,
and she just said he gave all bus drivers a bad name.
She said that when you'd only just met?
- Yeah. - That's pretty hardline.
- That's me nan. - Yeah.
She had a T-shirt that said, um...
"Spirit of Rosa".
And, uh...
Well, I wish that she was here.
I don't. She'd start a riot. [CHUCKLES]
- Yeah. - Right. Operation Rosa Parks.
Found out where she works.
Montgomery Fair Department Store.
And if the phone book's right, this is where she lives.
Right. So, these bus routes don't go near Rosa's shop or house,
but these ones...
do.
Great. If we can find Rosa's route and time today,
we can keep an eye on her tomorrow.
Who's up for a bus ride?
Excuse me.
Sorry.
OK, Doc.
This route is one of three that goes between Rosa's home
and where she works,
and I reckon this one's the most direct.
So it's most likely she takes this one tomorrow night,
but we can't be certain exactly what time.
Unless we stalk her all day.
This is me, on the back of the bus.
[WHISPERS] I'm so ashamed.
You shouldn't have to do this.
I agree. I'm sorry, Ryan.
The driver let me on at the front of the bus.
What does that mean for where I sit?
Obviously not a lot of Pakistani heritage around here.
Does "coloured" just mean "black" in 1955?
[SIGHS] Guess I'll park my South Asian-Mexican backside
in the white section, then, and let's see what happens.
Riding the bus in Montgomery.
Good times.
That's where she works.
This must be her stop.
Perfect.
We can wait here, then get on the bus with her when she finishes work.
Have a little chat.
Hi.
Nice to see you again.
- Mrs Parks, right? - Yes.
You helped us out earlier today with our little misunderstanding.
I remember.
- British. - Yes.
Funny thing. You'll never believe this.
We're actually doing market research for bus companies,
looking at people's transport habits.
Answer the questions, enter the raffle for a prize.
You get this bus this time every day?
Most days. Always this time.
And you live...?
Cleveland Court, next stop.
Ma'am, if you keep sitting there, we're all going to have to move.
What do you mean?
Well, if white folks need seats, by law I have to give mine up.
This middle section's only for coloureds
if white folk don't need it.
Well, that's not right.
Tell that to your companies, eh.
Hey, if I win your raffle,
will that give me the right to sit anywhere I want on this bus?
No.
I didn't think so.
This is my stop.
I'm going to follow her.
See what I can find out.
Meet you back at the motel later.
Ryan.
Be careful.
Yeah.
- Do you think he'll be alright? - I hope so.
Graham, do you think you can find James Blake, the driver?
Um... yeah, I'll just have a talk with the bloke at the front
and find out where they all drink.
Yaz, can you compile a timeline
of what happens this time tomorrow evening?
OK. What are you gonna do?
Talk to our friend. Tell him to stay out of history's way.
Stalking Rosa Parks. Don't know about this.
You better not be following me.
- I want to help. - With what?
The fight.
And how do I know you're not a spy for the police or the FBI?
'Cause if they were gonna send a spy,
they'd send one who could actually follow you without being spotted.
And that didn't have a British accent.
Also... don't think they know any black guys.
[CHUCKLES]
You any good at serving coffee?
[DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[WHIRRING]
[WHIRRING STOPS]
[GRUNTS]
Oops.
Shame. You just sent all your equipment to goodness knows where.
79th century, judging by the weapons setting,
which, by the way, overheat very easily.
Ow! Cheap and nasty.
Now we're even.
First things first.
Tell me about Stormcage.
Storm what?
Oh, rubbish liar.
On your wrist.
It's a Stormcage identifier.
The most secure prison facility this side of the universe.
Not in this time zone, of course,
but I guess that's where the vortex manipulator comes in.
It's amazing what you can get
if you're prepared to work and barter inside that prison.
Escape or release?
I did my time.
I'm rehabilitated.
What were you there for in the first place?
Oh, if I tell you, might colour your view of me.
I was young. Nobody got hurt.
But a few people got killed.
A few hundred people. Thousand, tops.
2,000.
And it was nasty enough
that Stormcage placed a neural restrictor in your brain
before releasing you back into the universe.
How can you know that?
- Who are you? - Very good scanner, this.
I thought I detected it the first time we met,
and then it started to make sense, 'cause we were wondering...
You've obviously got a problem with Rosa. Why don't you just kill her?
But the answer is... because you can't.
Neural restrictor means you can't kill or injure any living thing.
It stops you from doing it, no matter how much you want to try.
So even if I do this...
smash your vortex manipulator...
[GASPS] Yeah. There it is.
Kicking in. Tied to your brain chemistry.
[BREATHES DEEPLY] You can't harm me.
As much as you want to.
Better be nice to me,
'cause I'm your best chance of getting out of this time zone now.
Neutered criminal, on release,
and you come here.
Why?
I'm allowed a hobby.
And yours is Rosa Parks?
This is where things started to go wrong.
And you think you can put them right?
I had a lot of time to think in Stormcage,
and I realised tiny actions change the world.
What's your name?
Krasko.
Don't like it.
Listen, Krasko, I'll give you one warning: go somewhere else.
Find a beach. Read a book.
'Cause you're a criminal who's lost his kit, lost his weapons.
You think that makes a difference?
History changes when tiny things don't go to plan.
You mean tomorrow.
Won't work.
Not while I'm here.
Well, let's see.
This is Ryan Sinclair. He's from England.
I'm thinking he might be a new recruit to our Youth Council.
I said he could listen in and serve coffee.
This is my husband, Parks.
This is Mr Fred Gray.
And this is Dr King from Dexter Avenue Baptist Church.
- What? Martin Luther King? - That's correct.
Oh, my. It is. My nan loves ya.
- Your nan? - My gran. Grandma.
The older ladies do love your sermons, Martin.
You'll never be short for a grey-haired wife in Alabama.
She at 10 Dexter Avenue?
Er, no. She died recently.
I'm sorry for your loss, son.
Thank you. Thank you, Martin Luther King.
She'd be chuffed to know that you said that.
- Ryan. - Excuse me, Dr King.
Yes, Rosa Parks.
[SOFTLY] Whoa! [GIGGLES]
- You want to serve that coffee now? - Yeah.
MAN: So you say you're a bus driver too, back in England?
It's a privilege, isn't it, eh?
Getting people where they want to go, being part of the community.
I'm figuring you ain't got to deal with
keeping coloureds apart from whites?
No.
No, no. We don't do that.
You approve of that, Jim?
Just the way it is, no matter how much they complain.
Ain't gonna change.
Back at it tomorrow, I suppose.
No. Going fishing at Mill Creek.
You can't be. It's December the 1st.
- What? - Well, of course.
It's the 1st, isn't it? You know? Like a work day.
Our rota got changed.
Fellow from the depot just came by, gave me the good news.
Get what you wanted from tonight?
I didn't know what I wanted.
But yeah. [LAUGHS]
Meeting you guys.
Listening to you all talk. I can't believe it.
It'll get better, you know?
Not perfect but...
better.
I hope so. [SIGHS]
It's worth the fight.
Thank you.
From me and me nan.
I haven't done anything.
Goodnight, ma'am.
YASMIN: Managed to get Krasco's weapon off him at least.
James Blake is taking the day off.
What? But he can't.
That's what I said.
Strangely, he didn't listen.
Your mate is interfering.
He's reassigned Blake's route to a driver called Elias Griffin Junior.
Tiny actions. That's what Krasco's doing.
See, he's clever. I'll give him that. He knows.
He's not planning on killing or destroying or breaking history.
He's planning to nudge it just enough so that it doesn't happen.
Enough of a stick in the spoke to throw everything off the rails,
and now I'm really mixing my transport metaphors.
Well, he didn't reckon with us keeping it in place.
And how do we do that, then?
Now we know what our task is.
Keep history in order.
No changing it.
Just guarding it against someone who wants to disrupt it.
Tomorrow, we have to make sure Rosa Parks gets on the bus
driven by James Blake
and that the bus is full so Rosa sits
when she is asked to stand for white passengers.
Ryan, don't mess with that.
- How does it even work? - Charger's here.
This setting dials the temporal destination.
Pretty simple, pretty deadly. Now can we concentrate?
GRAHAM: How are supposed to keep history in order
if James Blake is going to go fishing at Mill Creek
and another driver is lined up to do his route?
BOTH: I've got an idea!
Same idea?
- Fishing take down. - Raffle winner.
- Elias Griffin Junior? - Yeah.
Congratulations, you are the lucky winner of our raffle of the century.
I don't remember entering no raffle.
You have won an all-expenses-paid trip to Las Vegas.
Front row tickets to see Frank Sinatra
and a VIP pass to meet Frank himself.
- My wife loves Sinatra! - Amazing! Who would've guessed?
Only one condition: you have to leave now.
Right now.
Oh, I can't. My work shift starts in a couple of hours.
We've sorted that too.
Your company has already assigned someone to cover you.
There's a taxi coming to pick you up in 30 minutes
to take you to the airport.
- 30 minutes? - Unless you don't want to go.
We'll be ready. We'll be ready!
Good job Elvis lent Frank that mobile phone
against everything I told him.
We need to stick tight to Rosa.
Oi, oi, Jim Boy.
How you doing, cockerel?
We've been looking for you all along the creek.
Why? We thought we'd come and join you.
You saying last night how beautiful and peaceful it was, yeah.
This is my grandson Ryan.
- What in the hell? - Yo. Jimmy Blake. What's up, bud?
You can't be here.
Hey, how many have you caught? Can I pick them up?
- Ever seen a man juggle fish? - [YELLS] Stay out of my things!
You don't belong here! And he ain't your grandson!
I reckon we'll be here all day.
Yeah, might as well.
Seeing as that bus sitting is kicking off.
- Mmm. Gonna be big trouble. - What did you say, boy?
Oh, we heard that a group of black passengers
were planning a sit-in across all the bus routes tonight.
- [CLICKS TONGUE] - Not on my bus they're not.
- Yo, get out of my seat. - Hmm?
- [YELLS] Out of my seat! - Alright. Settle down.
Have the damn creek.
[LAUGHS]
- He was easy. - Boom!
Don't do that.
YASMIN: Mrs Parks. Enormous clothing emergency. Can you help me?
- That is one nasty tear. - Yes, it is.
And there is nothing us Brits hate more than a clothing emergency.
Mr Parks, I have to go out in that cut this evening
and if it's torn, I'll get in such trouble.
Can you take a look at it now? Double-time Christmas bonus.
Well, I don't have any collections until tomorrow afternoon.
I guess I could fit you in.
If you come back just before we close...
I'll wait while you work. Keep you company.
I don't need company.
No, but my cut does.
It's very valuable. I don't usually let it out of my sight.
Thank you. You're gonna make a dig difference.
Well, I'd best set to work, then.
Don't let her out of your sight.
I'm gonna go and meet Graham and Ryan.
Remember, get Rosa to of here by 5:40 at the latest
to be on that bus on time.
I came back from the creek for this?
Four flat tyres and a smashed-in windshield?
- What the hell happened? - Kids.
- Well, I can't drive that. - Oh, no. You go on home.
Yeah, we'll cancel the route.
So much for that protest. This bus ain't going nowhere.
Did you hear that? Everything we do, Krasko's a step ahead.
He must've deliberately smashed up that bus himself.
We've got to fix this.
James Blake has got to drive Rosa's bus home tonight.
Right. Well, he ain't giving up that easily.
Well, neither are we.
Ryan, check every bus stop along Blake's route.
Tell the waiting passengers that the bus is coming and they have to wait.
OK.
Do not let any of the passengers walk. The bus has to be full.
It has to be crowded enough so that Rosa is expected to move.
- Alright. Got it. - Good luck.
- Now, Graham. - Mm-hm.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Nicking and hot-wiring a bus from right outside the depot.
Hope our friendly cop don't hear about this.
What in the hell?
- This is your replacement bus service. - Jim boy!
- You again? - I know. I literally get everywhere.
Now, come on. Hop in and do your job.
You're already 80 minutes behind schedule.
How do you know that? What's going on?
What happened to that damn sit-in? Nobody else knew anything about it.
Love to explain all that to you but you know us Brits, very imperious.
Not prone on explaining ourselves to anyone, so no time to chat.
Just get driving. A lot of people need to get on this bus tonight.
Driver James Blake behind the wheel. Check!
Bus service is suspended. No, no, no! Krasco.
Have you always wanted to be a seamstress?
Oh, I dreamed of being a teacher, but...
my grandmother got sick, then my mother,
so that was the end of school.
- Sorry about that. - Oh, I got myself educated.
Just took longer than I thought.
- But you kept going. - Always.
An education makes you unstoppable.
Everything here is a fight for you.
Don't you get tired?
What keeps you going?
Promise of tomorrow.
When today isn't working, tomorrow is what you have.
Are you married? Got a job back home?
Not married and I'm a police officer.
- You're police? - Yep!
Just starting. Not where I want to be.
Hmm! Where is it you want to be?
- In charge. - [LAUGHS] Amen to that!
Shouldn't you be finishing up?
If a job is worth doing, it is worth doing well.
But don't you have a bus to get?
I can always walk.
Hey.
Doc, I don't want to be alarmist,
but this bus seems a bit emptier than last night.
No. That's bad.
We need the bus to be full. Come on, Ryan.
Excuse me! Excuse me, old people!
The buses are still running.
Oh, we're going to walk.
The buses are coming, I promise. Please, just wait for the bus.
You don't tell me what to do, boy.
Oh, man. This place.
Passengers down. White passengers down.
Not good.
I think that should just about...
Love it.
Let's go. I'll walk you out.
- Pay you on the way. - Oh.
Oh, I might have known. Pretty boy blocking the road.
Alright, then. This is on me.
Mate, move your car so the bus gets through.
Come on. Out of the way.
No.
You get out of my way.
Just give it up, will you? Cut your losses.
You're not going to win tonight.
I already have.
I know what should happen.
And even if it gets past here,
that bus is at least three passengers short of what it should be by now.
Parks won't be asked to stand,
she won't protest and your kind won't get above themselves.
My kind?
Yeah. Your kind.
Stay in your place.
Mate, you're living in the past.
In fact, you like the past that much,
so why don't you...
stay there?
Oh!
Oh! It worked.
Nice one, Ryan. Thanks, Ryan.
Move the car, clear the route, find the boss,
and Rosa Parks will change the world.
Good! Here we go!
Yaz! You're here! How's it going?
Mrs Parks fixed your coat.
Oh, thank you, Mrs Parks.
Beautiful work. Much appreciated.
You're welcome, ma'am.
RYAN: Don't shut the door! Don't drive off!
One more coming on!
Found you.
I just got rid of Krasko.
How?
I borrowed this.
I think I dialled the settings as far back as it can go.
He's gone.
Use the door for coloureds.
Law's the law.
Let's move back.
GRAHAM: Hey, Doc. Rosa's on board. Blake's driving.
We're good, right?
YASMIN: What's the matter? What are you doing?
Counting seats.
Has it worked? Have we done enough?
I don't know.
We get off at the next stop, right?
Empire Theatre. Yeah.
Right. Come on, then.
We can go. Job done. History's safe.
Well, come on, then.
- Doctor? - Don't get off, Graham.
If we get off, there's enough empty seats for white passengers.
Rosa won't be asked to move.
We have to stay on.
We were here.
We're part of the story.
Part of history.
No, no. I don't want to be part of this.
We have to. I'm sorry.
We have to not help her.
I'm gonna need those seats back there.
Y'all better make it light on yourselves
and let me have those seats.
Stand up now.
I don't think I should have to.
Are you going to stand up?!
No.
If you don't stand, I'm going to have you arrested.
You may do that.
♪ You're broken down and tired ♪
♪ Of living life on a merry-go-round ♪
♪ And you can't find the fighter ♪
♪ But I see it in you, so we're going to walk it out ♪
♪ And move mountains ♪
♪ And I'll rise up ♪
♪ I'll rise like the day ♪
♪ I'll rise up ♪
♪ I'll rise, unafraid ♪
♪ I'll rise up ♪
♪ And I'd do it a thousand times again ♪
♪ And I'll rise up ♪
♪ Oh, like the waves ♪
♪ I'll rise up ♪
♪ In spite of the ache ♪
♪ I'll rise up ♪
♪ And I'd do it a thousand times again ♪
♪ For you ♪
♪ For you... ♪
DOCTOR: On Monday, the boycotts begin.
Across Montgomery, people refuse to use the buses,
as a response to Rosa's arrest.
And in just over a year, on the 21st of December 1956,
segregation on buses in Montgomery was ended.
So it all worked out for her?
No, life's still hard for Rosa.
She loses her job, so does her husband.
It's a struggle.
They keep fighting.
And in June 1999,
Rosa receives the Congressional Medal from President Clinton.
The highest award given to any civilian,
recognising her as a living icon for freedom.
It took so long, though.
Her whole life.
Yes, it did.
But she changed the world.
In fact...
she changed the universe.
Look at this.
Asteroid 284996.
Also known as Rosa Parks.
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♪ And we'll rise up
♪ Rise like the waves
♪ We'll rise up
♪ In spite of the ache
♪ We'll rise up
♪ And we'll do it a thousand times again
♪ For you
♪ For you. ♪
We're home!
Who are you? How do you know my daughter?
Something's happening with the spiders in this city.
[SCREAMS]