02x03 - Episode 3

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(SQUEAKING)

(SQUEAKING CONTINUES)

What are you doing?

Oh, hello.

Routine maintenance.

It'll just take a mo.

Hang on.

We do our own maintenance.

What are you doing at Ian's computer?

That normally works.

You're smart.

DCI Taylor.

We need access to this terminal

under the Terrorism Prevention Act 2011.

This is a warrant...

and this is a document pertaining
to the Official Secrets Act,

- which I'm... I'm gonna need you to sign.
- What?!

Terrorism Prevention?

And if I call the police...?

Yeah... Of course.

Here...

use my phone.

The number's 999.

No.

Actually... I'll use our phones.

If you think that's best.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do!

(DIALS)

I'll find it somewhere.

(GURGLES)

(GASPS AND GURGLES)

(SOFT MOANS)

Yeah, it's me.

Um...

things have gone a bit awry.

Yeah. Just one.

I dealt with it.

- (HE WHEEZES)
- Well, we could say suicide, but...

(CLATTERING)

it'll be a bit of a stretch.

Hold on.

(SLOSHING)

(SQUEAKING ON GLASS)

(MUFFLED MUMBLING)

(GASPS)

Yeah, suicide's not gonna work.

Becky! It's a long way down, Becky.
I don't think you should jump.

My mum, my mates, everyone I know

all think I f*cking k*lled myself
cos of you and that b*tch Milner!

What have I done to you, Jessica?

- Mi-e foame. Nu ai de mancare?
- Anton, let's get you out.

- Support V Day.
- That's political suicide.

If you say no-one gets the vaccine
until we all do... so be it.

There's someone they want got
rid of. They want you to do it.

I want to help you, and
I believe this is right,

it's just, uh, I don't think I can.

Do you think I wanted to be Mr. Rabbit?

I've come to find you.

Why?

(g*nsh*t)

We need to run. All of us. Right now.

(FOOTSTEPS)

I made breakfast.

It's brown rice with pulses and nuts.

It's healthy.

Well, I'm not eating your food.

It's good you think like that.

No, mate. I'm not eating that,
cos it's f*cking pigeon food.

So, you said they wanted him?

So we can all just go, then?

What?! Becky!

They'll have found your DNA at the factory.

So what do we do, then?

He knows something. If we want to live,

we need to find out what he knows.

And why are you helping us?

I'm turning over a new leaf.

Imi pare atat de rau. Ce ti-am
facut tie... mamei tale...

Just f*ck off, you dirty old nodger!

He likes you. It's good.

Yeah? And you're a psycho, mate.

Are you sure it's not
Anton they wanted dead?

He knows all about Deel's.
Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

(MUMBLES)

- Francais?
- They knew nothing about him.

They would've taken the decision
to neutralise you within days.

Please don't say "neutralise".

- What have you done in that time?
- What have you done in the last few days?

- What have you been up to?
- Look, I'm not an idiot.

I've kept my head down. I
haven't done anything that...

Well, I did see someone. But he was drunk.

All right, his name is Gorski.
Dobry Gorski. My old professor.

I went to see him on
Tuesday to ask about Tony,

but he was totally drunk.

- Was he ever with the Network?
- Yeah, but he was out years ago.

He's dead.

Dobry Gorski. I just googled him.

Hit-and-run
this morning.

(DONALDSON TREMBLES)

What did he say to you?

Nothing that made any sense.

What did he say?

He just said...

"Jimmy Deeshel...

"is a fat man."

What?!

"Jimmy Deeshel is a fat man."

That's it.

Who the f*ck is Jimmy Deeshel?

No-one.

There's no Jimmy Deeshel.
It's not even a name.

I googled it!

You googled it?

And someone tried to k*ll you?

I would suggest no-one
googles anything from now on.

I know someone who can help us.

Let's clean up and go.

(MUMBLING)

This is insane. It's f*cking nuts.

(GASPS)

Becky?

Look, what the f*ck do you want?

Right, that's everything back
in place as best it can be.

- We're ready to go.
- I missed you.

I f*cking missed you.

I used to check CCTV feeds,

missing persons...

I'd walk out of the office
in the middle of a meeting

just in case you happened to be
passing. Every second, I missed you.

And what do you say when you see me?

"What the f*ck do you want?"

Right, well, when you put it like that...

Where is Jessica Hyde?

We don't know.

She had the manuscript,
she took it to Milner.

- That's the last we saw of her.
- Who's Milner?

MI5. She was on our side.

There are no sides, just people
who help you and people who don't.

Yeah?

And which one are you? Why
the f*ck are we trusting you?

Ian, I don't...

We don't know who he is!

He k*lled four men yesterday.

How do we know they weren't
there to rescue us from him?

All this is over, the Network is finished,

and now you come along and
you say that they're after us?

But how do we know that? How
do we really f*cking know that?

Er... I think I can answer that.

(TV ON)

'Police have identified
the suspect as Ian Johnson.

'The victim, Joe Ducasor, an
office manager from Peckham,

'was brutally m*rder*d

'in what police are describing
as "a frenzied attack".

'CCTV footage shows Johnson
slashing the victim's throat

'before fleeing the scene.'

(HE MUTTERS)

(ANTON MUMBLES)

Are you OK?

Joe was a c*ck.

He was a real c*ck.

- So...
- We've got a car.

It's nice.

- You can sit with me, Becky.
- Yeah.

Or I could just f*cking not.

Ooh!

I can't explain that.

All right.

All right, I can explain it.

I slept with him.

Once.

I'd just found out I had Deel's,

he knew all about it,
I was at a very low ebb.

It will never happen again

and just thinking about it makes
me want a vag*na transplant.

So I'm just f*cking telling you, all right?

Hmm?

DARA O BRIAIN: 'It means us waiting
a few months for the vaccine,

'so that they don't have to wait decades.

'Isn't that worth it? Support V Day.

'Say, "No, not this time."'

(HE SIGHS)

I asked to see her.

Why can't I see her?

Because you're seeing me, dear.

V Day is political suicide.

I'm on my way to be...

I can be PM.

Now, imagine how useful I could be if...

We don't need you to be PM, Geoff.

We need you to announce
that you're backing V Day.

We need it tonight.

Just do what you're told.

Please.

What is going on? Where in God's
name is she? Why isn't she here?

She's...

busy.

MILNER: She's not moved.

It's been eight hours

and she's not moved a muscle.

(SHE SIGHS)

We have fabricated a worldwide flu scare.

We are about to manufacture enough
vaccine to inoculate the planet.

But because you have kept us waiting

we now have just under three
months in which to do that.

It's just about... just about possible.

I wanted her to talk.

- I thought she...
- Geoff announces V Day at 9pm.

It's a starting p*stol. It's a
big red button with "go" on it.

If Philip made an adjustment
to Janus, we must know today.

Let us operate.

Let us go inside her brain.

Tomorrow will be too late.

She's all I have left of him.

(BUZZER)

Jessica...

We're taking you somewhere else.

(HE SNAPS FINGERS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

I think we should be taking pieces
of the optic nerve and chiasma

and the medulla and the brain stem.

The optic nerve? Really?

I mean, if we're going
to be in there anyway.

We could even take the dorsal
surface of the thalamus.

So, this is a very
powerful sedative, Jessica.

- Why am I bothering?
- Oh, no, no, no.

I am not using these haemostats.

These are a mess.

Do you want me to call the guard?

Why wake him?

(HE GROANS)

I just think the basic standards
of hygiene in this place

are not at all what they should be.

(TRICKLING)

(SPLASHING)

(HE GASPS)

Did you see what I did to him?

He's drowning in there.

I didn't need to go that far.

But I did to show you what I'm
willing to do if you don't co-operate.

Are you going to co-operate?

Yeah.

I need a back way. Is there one?

Are you thinking? Think fast.

(HE GASPS)

It's through those doors there,

at the top of the stairs.

Go on, then.

What...

(HE PANTS)

What's down there?

It's medical waste.

You know, blood, tissue, body parts...

soil pans.

No, no, no. Please, please, please...

the-the dose, it has to be
precise. It's very strong.

Please...

What part of my brain were
you going to take again?

(HE GASPS)

(SHE SIGHS)

("Bird Of Paradise" by
Snowy White playing on radio)

(HE SINGS ALONG): ♪ Sweet bird of paradise ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪

♪ My bird of paradise ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do... ♪

Oh, look, it's that one-eyed
freak who shot me in my lung.

Yeah, well, if you pull my eye out...

Just doing my job.

Besides, you got a nice,
new pirate-y look out of it.

All I got was partial paralysis.

- So we're even, then?
- Even?

Oh, no.

Not by a long shot.

Christian Donaldson is on the
run with Becky, Ian and Grant.

- What?
- You need to go with Lee, find them.

Me, with him? Are you insane?

You know them. Besides, they may
come to you, you were friends.

We're not friends now.

And he is a f*cking psychopath!

- Wilson...
- But me, with him?!

Wilson, please!

Take care of this for me.

I have other things to focus on.

- Don't worry, Wilson.
- Whoa!

We'll make a great team, you and me.

I can do stuff, and
you can keep an eye out!

Are you all right driving, Wilson?

Only one eye... don't you need
to re-apply for your licence?

That's not how it works.

You need to inform the DVLA
if you have a visual impairment

and they will test you

and decide whether or
not you are fit to drive.

In the majority of cases, it
doesn't affect your licence.

- You did all that, then?
- No.

I've never had a licence.

Oh...

What I like about you, Wilson,
is the amount of stuff you know.

All of it f*cking useless.

Knowledge is never useless.

Weren't much use when I
got my spoon out, was it?

Or when I k*lled your dad.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

This person will help us
if he doesn't know I'm out.

If he does know, he'll try and call them.

If that happens, get the boy out.
There's things he shouldn't see.

Is Ben home, please?

Ben!

Some friends for you!

Are you all friends of Ben, then?

Yes. Friends.

Right... Yeah, we're-we're
doing that thing.

Perhaps we should talk in private.

Mum, have you seen my phone?

Well, where did you leave it, then?

Here it is!

Ooh. An honour. The inner sanctum.

You're so f*cking embarrassing!

Oh!

He's a kid!

A smart kid. He's with a hacking
collective and he'll help us.

MUM: We're popping out now, love. We've
left some food on the table downstairs.

- It's just cold...
- Just leave us the f*ck alone!

- Is there food down there?
- Help yourself, blood.

Thanks... blood.

Oh, by the way, if you
want to steal anything...

money, jewellery, TV...

go for it.

I f*cking hate them!

We're looking for someone. Jimmy Deeshel.

(HE SCOFFS)

What?! What did you say?

It's not Jimmy Deeshel.

It's Jimmy Deesh... L.

The letter L.

Jimmy Deesh was the nickname
for a bio-weapons programme

the Americans had in the '60s.

Very top secret.

L equals a project.

Jimmy Deesh A, Jimmy Deesh B.

What you're looking for
is Jimmy Deesh, Project L.

And can you find out what it is?

Well. That is some real
dark-web infiltrating,

deep underground...

Yes. Yes, I can.

This is deep.

This project...

I can't get near this. This Project L is...

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Oh, my God.

- Oh my...
- (COMPUTER BEEPS RAPIDLY)

Oh, my God!

Who the f*ck are you people?

(HE BREATHES HEAVILY)

Oh, I gotta get me some more of this.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

TV: '- It's beautiful.
- Oscar, this is slowing us down.'

- (CHANGES CHANNELS)
- 'Hey, sexy.

'How would you like an
all-access pass to my bedroom?

'Care to find out if those kinky...

'naughty, dirty, nasty things
I do behind closed doors...'

Oh, no, not you again!

'Come and meet my new friend.

- 'Isn't she gorgeous?'
- Oi!

(CHANGES CHANNEL)

What are you doing, you dickhead?!

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Got it!

f*ck me, I got it!

This is some big-sh*t stuff, you know?

I mean, that was buried,
man! That was really...

OK. Um...

Project L was something Jimmy
Deesh was working on in 1968.

Now, bear in mind these are the
same psychos that weaponised Ebola.

But whatever Project L
was, it scared them so much

they didn't even test it.

I mean, once they created
it, they just sh*t themselves.

And... what was Project L?

All I know is it was an H1N5 virus.

So... flu, I guess.

Mate, you people are serious.

(HE LAUGHS)

I totally need a sh*t.

Did your friend say, "Is a
fat man," or, "Is fat man"?

What does that matter?

Did he say Jimmy Deesh L "is a
fat man" or just "is fat man"?

Er, no, he said, "Is fat man."

But so what? He's Polish.
They don't use prepositions.

Ian? What is it? What is "fat man"?

"Fat Man" was the name of the
b*mb they released on Nagasaki.

(CHANGES CHANNELS)

'Of course, with so
many videos going viral,

'many ad agencies are trying
to cash in on the phenomenon.

'What was once seen as the preserve
of geeks and internet humorists

'is now becoming big business...'

(TV CONTINUES FAINTLY)

Pansh familii!

- Anton?
- Pansh familii!

Acesta este inceputul!

Pansh familii!

Janus... You're all going to die.

I didn't do nothing, Becky!

He's mental.

He turned on the news
and he-he just flipped.

(DRIPPING ECHOES LOUDLY)

(BLOWS LOUDLY)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(CHILDREN CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

What?

Jessica's gone.

But... we have to find her.

We've got to get her back.

We're not going to find her.

It took me 35 years to find her.

We are never, ever going
to find Jessica Hyde!

You had her.

You had her for five months and
you did nothing, because of what?

- Sentiment.
- Don't push me, Leah.

Because of who her father was
and how you felt about him.

What are you doing?

- I'm calling Geoff.
- I can fix this. Please.

- I'm telling him not to announce.
- No. No, wait. Let me think.

What is there to think about?

There isn't another
version of this waiting!

There isn't another
Geoff or another flu scare

or another vaccine or virus! This is it!

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(CLOCK GENTLY TICKING)

(SIGHS)

- Are you all right, Michael?
- Oh, hi, Bridget.

You look like a dog ate your sandwich.

Got no idea what I'm doing here.

Well, I think you are doing...

really, really well.

Um... the Russian flu vaccine...

Remember last week we
had to postpone the tests

because there was an issue with the SOPs?

Well, the results have all come back,
and they're all stamped and dated,

everything is fine, blah, blah, blah.

But the watermark dates say Wednesday.

And the tests happened on Thursday.

- Oh. They must've got the dates wrong.
- Well, that's not possible

because the system is
linked to an atomic clock.

It was a big publicity
thing about a year ago.

So they just can't be wrong.

So... why is it wrong?

Well, that's why you're paid the big bucks!

Hmm.

(HEAVY RAINFALL OUTSIDE)

This vaccine thing... it's sorted.

I mean, I've got somebody onto it, so...

You know, let's not...

Let's leave it.

You and me.

I mean, until I... know more.

Right.

But I-I do know more.

I pulled the previous reports on
the vaccine over the last 18 months,

specifically the thermal
stability observation.

And it's weird.

OK? So, it's represented

by a number between 1 and 900,

taken every 18 days, right?

So it's all... fine.

It's just that when I
compared it to other vaccines,

there was an exact match.

Hong Kong flu, 1969.

So, what, is that unusual?

No. It's impossible!

Someone must have taken
the Hong Kong flu results

and used them to fake the
results for the Russian flu.

This is... serious, Michael.

- This is really serious.
- Wait. Hang on.

Let me... Let me look at that.

OK.

Ah, right, well...

I see what's happened here.

I-I hate to tell you, but, er,

you're mistaken.

- Oh. Am I?
- Yes.

This... this actually
is the same, er, vaccine.

See, you've... you've... (LAUGHS)

you've pulled the
observations for Hong Kong flu.

Oh!

Oh. Yes.

My mistake.

W-What an idiot!

I want you to stay away from this!

You're scaring me, Michael.

But, please, j-just...

Look, there are things going on.

I can't tell you.

Just...

don't get involved, please?

OK. Um... That...

might be a bit late.

I managed to get a sample of the vaccine

and I'm running tests on it now.

Well, how the f*ck did you get a sample?

(LAUGHS) Cleverness?

Breadcrumbs.

I know where he's going.

(g*n c*ck)

So...

you can pickpocket.

Handy.

And I can see this time.

And I can put a b*llet right in your head.

Did you really k*ll my dad?

Oh, yeah. It was me, all right.

Why are you telling me that?!

I put it somewhere.

Oh, there it is.

Right.

You know what you are?

You're a believer.

That's why she likes you.

(WHIMPERS)

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

(MOANS)

(YELLS)

It's not that you can't take life.

I reckon you could take billions. But...

it would have to be necessary.

k*lling me just...

isn't necessary.

(YELLS AND GROANS)

(GROANS)

No... No, don't...

Don't!

(YELLS): Don't hurt them!

There are things I need to see to.

Meet me here... tonight.

Be careful.

He is just... charming!

(KEYSTROKES)

I need new identities for three people.

Old identities totally erased.

Can you do that?

Me? Er...

I can do birth certs. I can do passports,

I have a programme that plunders
databases so thoroughly...

Sure.

Come back tonight.

(MUTTERS)

So all this time they had a real virus?

Russian flu is real?

Yes, it's real.

And they're going "Fat Man" on it,

which is how they get a whole
planet to take their vaccine.

If the results of the fake outbreak
are modelled on the real thing,

think Spanish flu or worse.

And was that one bad, the Spanish one?

It k*lled 50 million people, Grant.

Besides, we ought to be working
on the bigger question here, hmm?

Who the f*ck's he?

Grant, you said he spoke
English. Does he speak English?

Hey, you.

(ANTON MUTTERS)

Why are we going to die?

Nai manush san!

It's lovely, fantastic!

Who are you? What do you mean,

- "Janus. You're all going to die"?
- Oi! He's old!

No, he's someone, OK? He knows stuff!

Why don't you just leave him alone?

People are trying to k*ll me,

because they're going to do
a Nagasaki with a flu virus!

You were told to leave
it, so back the f*ck off.

I see.

Fine, it's fine, perfectly fine.

I'll just go and stand over here, shall I?

Wait for someone to k*ll me,
sh**t me in the f*cking face,

because you're all pals?

(MUTTERS)

Ian! Ian, quick!

What?

Did he do those?

Oh...

Did he see it? Is he copying them?

No. No, he's not copying, he's...

This is the house we were at this morning,

and that one's Grant.

And... look at this.

f*cking hell.

Is he...?

Philip?

Philip Carvel?

Oh...

Oh, my f*cking f*ck!

But I thought he was dead.

Everyone thinks he's dead.

Well, he's not, is he?

He's here, sat in our car, sketching.

It's not our car.

Well, I'm just saying. It's...

Are you f*cking kidding me?
You're getting pedantic now?!

Should we call Milner?

Becky?

- Should we call Milner?
- Listen, I don't know what's going on,

but Milner said that all this was over,

and it turns out that that's bullshit.

And him...

he made my disease.

He created it.

I don't want to give him
to anyone unless I'm sure.

I think we should keep
this between us, Ian.

Me and you.

For now.

All right, then.

Just me and you.

And I did miss you.

It fu... it f*cking hurt, actually.

Getting on that train was the
worst decision that I ever made.

I just wanted to say...

very big of you.

Understanding me and Becky. Our past.

Becky has told me everything.

And if you think some sordid little
bunk-up years ago means anything to me,

you've seriously misjudged me.

Oh, I wasn't talking about the "bunk-up".

No, I was talking about the way

Becky was trying to get the
manuscript to me, you know?

Um, when she was with you all that time.

The way she was secretly working with me

to try and get the
manuscript away from you.

I just think it is great that
you can forgive her, that's all.

- So you got it from this?
- Yeah.

It's just a nut from the
machine that moves the tubs,

but because it doesn't come
into contact with the vaccine,

it's not subject to the same security.

And there was a study done last
year that said that it was possible

for vaccine aerosols to
contaminate mechanical workings.

So I had a look, and we were lucky.

And you can test it here?

Yeah. I've always had a home lab.

I was born geek!

Hmm.

I'm sorry, Bridget.

I-I'm sorry you got caught up in this.

You seem like such a...

good person.

Shut up. You'll make me blush!

Actually, don't shut up. I really
like it when you say nice things to me.

(BEEPING)

Saved by the
haemagglutinin-sensitised erythrocytes!

Right... Let's see, let's... see...

OK, yeah, yes. That's all good.

f*ck, what's this?

I think there's something in here.

What?

What's in there?

There shouldn't be anything in there.

Well... there is.

I think it's... a protein, but
it's not one I've seen before.

Oh, my God. There is something in here.

Right. Right, you just...
you just wait here.

You... Don't call anyone, don't go
online. You just... just wait there for me.

D-D... But... Michael?!

Are we going to be OK?!

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(WOMAN CRIES OUT)

LEAH: We can't just sit here.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

IAN: 'Milner, it's me.'

Ian?

- Ian, are you OK?
- I don't know who to trust.

I thought I could trust...

'Ian, listen, this phone
isn't set up to trace calls.

'I can't help you unless
you tell me where you are.

'Ian?

'Please!

'The Network are running again.

'They've just started
manufacturing the vaccine.

- 'Dugdale's with them.'
- Dugdale?

We have Philip Carvel.

Carvel's dead...

'No, he's alive and he's here.'

No. No, no. That can't be...

'Philip Carvel is alive!'

Philip's alive?

Ian, let me protect you.

'You're in great danger where you are.

'You, Becky, Grant. You're all
in danger. Let me help you.'

What do you mean, "Becky"?

'I didn't say Becky was with us.'

'Yes, you did. You said, "Becky."'

(HE SHUDDERS)

Tell Geoff to announce V Day.

Everything's going to be fine.

(HE BREATHES HEAVILY)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you very much for coming.

Please do have a seat. I have an important
and an exciting announcement to make.

(TV ON)

NEWSREADER: '...American
Secretary of State said that

'China must not be allowed to turn its
wheat crisis into a military crisis.

'But extended rain coupled with...'

(p*stol RACK SLIDES)

Well, I'm alive.

So I'm assuming this is a negotiation?

I want to trade.

I have Christian Donaldson and the others.

But I want Amanda and Tess safe.

Really?

This is about those two?

I've new identities.

Only I know them now.

When it's done...

I'm coming for you.

Fair enough, matey.

But you should know, I'm
more important than I was.

I can bring you back in.

That's all this is about.

Bringing you home.

(TAP RUNS)

Oh!

(BLADE RASPS)

(HE BREATHES HEAVILY)

We need to talk.