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There was a species here like you before.

Did you kill them?

- Talk to them, whoever they are.

- They don't want you here.

- That's why they killed your children.

- That was a virus, C23.

Do you really believe that?

- And if it is the host force?

- Then we try to communicate with them.

I need to make use of our AC friend.

- Tate wants us to release him.

- Is that what you want to do?

I think it's time you start doing

what you felt was right.

- Who are you? Who's Tom Starling?

- I can't tell you.

Fleur, please...please!

You're the most beautiful girl

in this city.

Can we go back to your place?

Both our peoples are threatened

with complete annihilation.

No, Richard, only yours are.

Alchemist, we have the Omega report

you requested.

It's hot.

Don't worry.

I won't tell anyone.

Just let me know if you want

to do it again sometime, yeah?

It can't be.

Cass, find Tipper for me, please,

and ask him to come here.

Tipper? Stella wants to see you.

- Wake up your boyfriend.

- He's not my boyfriend.

Your mum's not much

of a morning person either.

Tipper,

I'm not in a great mood meself.

Don't make me come over there

and drag your sorry arse out of bed.

Tipper...

He's on an isolation ward.

They're doing tests.

The light above his head?

- Exactly the same as with C23.

- God.

We're giving him the same antivirals

we used back then.

That won't work, though,

not if we assume both viruses

have been caused by the host force.

Yeah, but they won't do him any harm

and we can't be seen to be doing nothing.

C23 stopped last time.

Maybe this one will too.

Maybe. We don't know

what their aim is, though, do we?

- I just heard.

- Fleur, could you send Lily home.

What should we do now?

Start shutting public places, the schools?

Let's hold off until we know

exactly what's going on.

Just what we need

- Keep your cool.

- Look, I'm sorry.

- What for?

Everything.

There's only one thing bothering me.

- OK, yeah, I know, I wasn't trying to...

- It's the lies.

Nothing about you

is what I thought it was.

Yeah, I get that

and I wasn't apologising for...

any of the other stuff that happened...

Other stuff

is completely your business, Cass.

Last night,

I got drunk and slept with Jack.

Probably not my finest hour either,

but that's for me to deal with.

Listen, it must be caused by the ACs.

They reappear and we get viruses again.

We have one case.

We don't even have a diagnosis yet.

But they harboured the virus

that caused the last big plague.

Don't use that biblical terminology,

please.

All the ACs tested positive, but they

weren't the cause. We know that now.

Listen to me, nine years ago,

you ordered them all shot.

That was probably

the last good decision you made.

And having one of them lynched?

A very bad decision, Julius.

- I hope you're not suggesting...

- I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm explicitly accusing you of it.

That's ridiculous slander

and you're hardly in a position

to take the moral high ground.

- This isn't exactly helping.

- If it's not the ACs, what's causing it?

We don't know.

There are possible alternatives.

- Such as?

- We're working on it.

- Go ahead.

- New viral case, sir.

- What?

- It's Callaghan.

One of my guys has got it as well.

Callaghan.

He's the one that interrogated

the captured AC.

I'm going to the medicentre.

Help me, Stella.

What's his condition?

He's in the pre-symptomatic stage.

Although the raging thirst associated

with the last outbreak is starting.

- Is it C23?

- We don't know yet.

It's a different molecular structure.

We're calling it C24.

Seems logical.

The condition of the XP in the isolation

unit is worsening rapidly, though.

- It's progressing at a much faster rate.

- It's progressing?

His internal organs

are effectively devouring themselves.

We don't know

how much longer he'll survive.

Life expectancy with advanced C23

was three to four days.

Alchemist to CT10.

We now have a health crisis,

which I can use to our advantage.

My people down here

will be handling parameter coordinates

for your entry interface.

Should have landing beacon lock

once you've gated thermal shields.

I am about to reveal the contents

of the Omega file,

which will finally turn the population

against Tate.

How's it going?

- Your man?

- He's getting worse.

You're not, er...

worried about anything else?

Reaction to what Tate was talking about

back there?

The killing of an AC prisoner?

No.

Good.

- Well, we have an issue.

- You're not kidding.

A security issue.

I've been holding off till the right time,

but considering latest developments,

it's rather pressing now.

What do you want?

Look, sorry, mate.

The flesh is weak and all that.

Let's face it...who wouldn't?

What's that about?

Nothing important.

Jack, have you ever heard

of the Omega project?

No.

It's come to my attention recently.

I'm confident when you hear

what I have to say, you'll agree -

we must act...quickly.

Well...?

Word's out -

everyone's staying indoors.

Have you seen Lily yet?

- Not yet.

She'll have been exposed

by now anyway.

Well, thanks for that,

that's really reassuring

- No, that's if it is directly contagious.

- What do you mean? What else could it be?

We don't know yet.

Until we do, we'll proceed

as if this is a regular health issue.

People will start to blame the ACs.

That'll be Berger's congregation

hard at work.

Shouldn't you be speaking out if

you think it's caused by something else?

People often prefer easy lies

to difficult truths.

Say nothing and they'll believe Berger.

We'll have to go with that temporarily,

until we know the truth, at least.

Because the truth might be too terrifying?

- So we close public spaces.

- And stay calm.

Sorry, we're closing public places

due to the health alert.

Just a precaution

and we'll probably reopen tomorrow.

Stock up on water

and keep watching the bulletins.

Stock up on water?

Probably say that in every crisis.

Maybe not a sinking ship, I guess.

Earlier, I was...

What I said, it was a bit...

I'm quite tired.

Yeah, well, you had a busy night,

didn't you?

That wasn't meant to sound...

- I dunno.

- It's OK.

Whoa-whoa! Whoa-whoa!

Whoa-whoa! What?

- Easy!

- Whoa!

I'll walk! I'll walk!

Stella! What's going on.

The XPs have just arrested Fleur.

Jack?

Jack!

What's this about?

- I can't tell you.

You don't even have the authority

to arrest me.

Jack!

Oh, that's great

What happened to, "You're the most

beautiful woman in the city," Jack?

Shag 'em in the evening,

arrest 'em in the morning.

That your idea of the perfect romance?

- Don't worry,

you'll be getting a lot more detail

if he doesn't tell me what's going on.

...And I've told you no,

so get out of my office

and tell Jack to set her free,

- or I promise you...

- What the hell is going on?

I'd like to review a privileged file...

I'm not interested in files.

I'm talking about the illegal detention

of Fleur Morgan by the XPs.

...relating to the Omega project

and case reference 91876.

- Where is my officer?

- Perfectly safe at the XP base.

This file concerns her detention.

- You have not been authorised.

- Oh, but I have.

Authorised by

the Council Member for Justice,

who also demands to see the file.

- You can't do this.

- He can.

- Stella...

- You have to, Richard.

This will be a disaster. Especially now.

So, are you going to do your job

- or stand by your boss?

- What is this about?

This is about secrets and lies

and a direct threat to the security

you claim responsibility for.

You have to hand him the file.

- Or you'll arrest me?

- Yes.

Then do so. He's not getting it.

You can't break the law

and this won't help Fleur.

You get the file

and then you let us bring Fleur to PAS.

Of course.

Jack.

Jack!

Don't do this.

Not so fast with the mocking jibe now,

huh, Richard?

What will it get you? What do you want?

What do I want?

I'm not talking about reverence sessions

in schools or persecuting the ACs.

- What, you think I want that?

- I don't know. You tell me.

This place...

represents the last hope for mankind.

- I'm aware of that.

- And what have you created?

I arrive here, I look around

and I think...this?

It's all been for this?

Don't you think your ambition

is just...it's small,

- frayed at the edges.

- Frayed at the edges?

You know, that'll do for me, actually.

Well, as I say, your ambitions are small.

An inter-continental ballistic missile -

tall, gleaming, almost noble,

perfectly designed for its purpose,

packed with uranium,

filled with its own deadly ambition -

nothing frayed about its edges.

From one city to another,

across oceans, over mountains

- and then...heat and death.

- So just imagine,

after such heat and death...

...what a prize Carpathia represents now.

It deserves better trustees.

Conscience get the better of you?

I am sorry, you know.

- PAS officers are coming to get you.

- Jack, what's going on?

- You'll have to ask Tate.

- I'm asking you.

You're an AC.

Nobody ever told you that, hm?

Really, you and Tate never discussed it?

Even when you were reporting back

on your little tête-à-têtes

with the other ACs?

Actually, it's all here. Tate

is quite the one for recording things.

Do you happen to know that your parents

were not your biological parents?

They were just two Omega scientists.

- Christian Miller, Julia Morgan...

- That's not true.

Maybe that's why you've always shown

such an affinity for the ACs.

I wonder, how far did that affinity go?

All right, let's just leave it...

Have you been scheming with them

this whole time?

You just want a scapegoat

for your little campaign.

I know who my parents were

and they weren't what you said.

You're smarmy,

you're fake and you're a liar.

And yet with all those grievous

character flaws, I'm still human.

The ACs are humans, actually.

- Get him away from me.

- Willingly.

Do you know, even being

in the same room with you is hazardous.

You are a contaminant.

You caused this virus.

All right, that's enough!

We've done what we had to do.

What you had to do?

Now it's down to the General Council

to decide now, all right?

Finally!

Please get me out of here

so we can put an end to this rubbish!

What's going on, Stella?

Why did Berger say I was an AC?

My parents had photos. I remember.

I mean, growing up, holidays.

- That isn't the way to PAS.

- I'm taking you to my home.

- Why?

- Because you're safer there.

Safer? This is crazy.

Epidemics evoke irrational behaviour

in people, Fleur.

We've already seen that.

At least in a bad dream you're still

kind of aware it's a bad dream.

I don't understand.

Go to my home. I will send Tate.

This isn't true, though?

AIII know...

is that you were a part

of a project called Omega.

- A project?

- I'll stay with you.

I won't leave until you have

the answers you need. I promise.

I'll send Tate. He can explain everything.

He died this morning.

Among the new cases is a child.

A twin. Her sister died

in the first C23 epidemic.

Oh, I'd hoped it would stay away

from the children this time.

I fear this could be even worse

than the last virus.

My staff tell me the ACs are to blame.

There's no proof of that.

What's the little girl's name?

Esperanza.

Oh, well, we mustn't lose her.

So I'm gonna propose to Council

you be given permission

to lead one last expedition against

the ACs - Operation Public Health.

And what about Fleur?

Well, for starters

we have to remove her citizenship.

- What does that mean?

- We expel her from Forthaven.

Then you can deal with her

like she's any other AC.

I couldn't do that.

She's still different.

She's not human, Jack.

She felt human to me.

I just finished reading

Fleur Morgan's privileged file.

There's some very interesting information

regarding the death of Mitchell Hoban.

Now, I know you always suspected

- Cass Cromwell, right?

- Are you telling me it was her?

I'm telling you

that Tate covered for her again.

Right...I'm gonna send some men to PAS.

If I find out you're lying...

I'm gonna take it out on you.

I don't respond well to threats, Jack.

First we'll start with a censure motion

against Tate, which I'm sure he'll lose.

But you and I have to stay connected.

We're the best hope

for this place right now.

- Where is she?

- Cass is with her at my place.

It won't take Berger long

to notice that she's not in PAS.

- I'll go speak to her.

- Well, hurry, then.

If she goes into official detention,

they'll accuse you

of interfering with the process.

He'll accuse you of that now.

Don't worry about me,

I can handle Berger better than you can.

You shouldn't have to "handle" anybody.

C24 could be taking us all out one by one.

You're the geneticist, Richard.

I need your take on this as well.

- OK, but I need to speak to Fleur first.

- You should have told me.

I thought you had an idea

but never wanted it confirmed.

- I knew about Omega, not about Fleur.

- You suspected, though?

- All we can do is protect her now.

- If she's an AC, she's in danger.

Look what they did to the prisoner.

What does it really matter?

What does it really matter? Well...

Well, my parents

weren't my biological parents.

See, for me, I'd be throwing a party

about that one. Next?

I'm under house arrest

and being blamed for everything

bar the whiteout.

All right, I'll give you that one.

No picnic being public enemy number one.

Thanks for being here with me.

It's what friends are for, right?

Come on, I don't even know

how they made me...

...what was involved...

Look, Tate'll be here soon.

- He'll tell you.

- Yeah.

He's got all the answers.

- Isn't that dangerous?

- How are you feeling?

Thirsty all the time.

What's gonna happen?

You might get very sick.

It's C23.

Willl die?

It's not C23.

And you are only one of a few cases.

- How are the rest?

- Good.

They're on the road to recovery.

We're optimistic.

All this time

pretending I hated Carpathia.

- And now I don't want to die.

- You're not going to die.

Did we cause this?

- Because we tried to speak to it?

- I don't know, I'm working on it.

The four-letter language.

I think I know what it is.

I think it might be DNA.

I don't understand.

The sounds that we coded ABCD.

We could have just easily

called them 1234.

- Or WXYZ...

- OK, yeah, I get the point. So what?

Well, it made me think

of another four-letter sequence

just that keeps repeating and repeating

itself in different combinations.

- ACGT.

- The music of our bodies.

Uh-oh. Think you're in trouble there.

Give yourself a slap on the wrist.

I have to go.

Find out what's causing this

and try to protect us from it.

That's all you can do.

- What are you doing here?

- I came to see Tipper.

I was thinking of coming home.

Not if it's a problem, obviously.

There's someone using your room

right now, but it's not a problem,

- you can come...

- Oh, forget it.

Hey. Are you OK?

All on your own

now your housemate's sick, huh?

I was going back to my mum's, but...

I'm not so sure now.

Oh, I'm sure she'd want you to do that.

Didn't seem too enthusiastic.

Said I had to wait until tonight.

Some rubbish

about somebody using my room.

Really?

Make sure and shout

if you need anything...

- at all.

- I'll be OK.

She's not at PAS.

- Don't worry, I know where she is.

- Graves!

I've called an emergency Council meeting.

You will be given the go-ahead

to wipe out the ACs.

- All of them.

- Good.

Right, the AC spy is currently

being hidden in Stella Isen's apartment.

- I want you to go, find her and...

- Hey, listen,

I still give the orders round here,

- all right?

- Oh, of course.

- I apologise.

- Go get her, you bring her back here.

We need to haul her in fast before

we chase down the rest of them, all right?

- Yeah, so I'll just...

- Stay.

So what's special about me?

I can't see in the dark

or run up mountains without stopping.

The main AC programme

was designed to develop

the kind of characteristics you describe.

And Omega?

Was a niche project...

concerned only with the mind.

- You designed my mind?

- Well, that would be overstating it.

But there was an interest in how

our ethics and intelligence were shaped

by both environment and genes.

So, what I think, what I believe,

they're not real?

- Of course they're real.

- But not natural.

Human beings are not determined

by one thing or another.

There's a constant interplay of factors.

You could develop as a person

by attending a certain school,

by exposure to civilising influences,

like music or books.

There's nothing natural about those.

On Earth, they were mostly driven

by wealth and social status.

And even if they were natural,

like genes, what's so great about that?

We'd modify a gene that can cause cancer.

If we can increase intelligence,

why not do so?

What's so great about intelligence?

Well, see,

that's a deeply moral question.

- We did well.

- Don't joke.

It was only partly a joke.

Why didn't you have me killed

with the rest?

You were a child.

- I could still have...

- We had you tested.

There wasn't even a sign you were hosting

C23 as with the other ACs.

- And we kept you apart from them.

- But if there had been?

There wasn't.

- But if.

- No,

because I loved you

as if you were my own child.

Who am I?

You're everything.

You're yourself.

- I've gotta get out of here. I can't...

- Fleur...

Fleur!

You know what she's thinking.

They made her from some of your genes.

Is that true?

Fleur!

- Where are you going?

- I don't know. Anywhere.

You can't walk around the streets.

Look, just come back inside

and let him talk to you.

- He lied to me all this time.

- Well, he's a politician.

You show me one

that's straight down the line.

But he'd die to save us, Fleur.

This place, us, it's all he cares about.

That's one thing you should never doubt.

Quick. We gotta get out of here, go!

Go!

- Get out of here! Run!

- Where to?

- Just go, now!

- I'm not leaving you.

- Go!

- Go!

- What are you doing?

- Running away.

Only place I could think of.

They're saying a lot of bad stuff

about you.

- I know.

- Wait here till it's dark.

Meet me at the water plant in three hours

and we'll take the tunnel

the kids use to skip under the fence.

Lock this.

Tipper's gone into Stage One -

renal pain, disorientation,

- vision problems.

- Can I see him?

Not now.

We're still doing some more tests.

DNA? Whose is it?

That's exactly

what I'm trying to work out.

I need Tipper's genetic profile.

- I don't understand.

- Nor do I yet.

But I think I'm getting closer.

Did you exchange fire with the XPs?

Yeah, well, least of our worries.

Be careful though, Cass,

things are getting volatile.

Berger's put a censure motion against me

to General Council.

He'll demand to know where she is.

Sometimes you have to sacrifice a piece

to win the game.

What?

Don't you care about her at all?

Every single time, your brain

just does these cold calculations.

- But it's Fleur!

- I know.

Then stop being

so bloody laid-back about it.

Make like you care for once.

About people, not just your stupid ideas,

your grand plans.

This isn't about humanity.

It isn't about the future.

And it definitely isn't about

pieces on a chessboard.

It's about Fleur and it's about now.

I shall try to remember that, Cass.

So go to Fleur now

and make sure she's kept from harm.

Please.

I apologise for keeping you waiting,

ladies and gentlemen.

C24 has become a constitutional

as well as a health crisis,

which is unfortunate, because

it affects our ability to deal with it.

You have called me here

to face a censure motion

and also to discuss the status

and whereabouts of Fleur Morgan.

It would be undignified of me

to deny that she is an Omega AC

or that I protected her

or that I know where she is now.

But I will never risk her life

or well-being

by revealing that in these circumstances.

In which case, I move the motion of...

Be quiet until I have finished.

To defy General Council

is a serious matter...

...so it falls on me to relinquish my post

as President of Carpathia.

We need proper leadership

at this critical time

and my presence here

will only lead to conflict and division.

This has never been about...

office or status for me.

My only concern has been

for the welfare of Forthaven.

New elections will be held shortly,

but it is my right

as outgoing President

to designate an interim successor.

And at this time,

that person has to be Jack.

Jack, I urge you not to pursue

this course of conflict with the ACs.

We must rather learn to relate

not only to different humans

but also to different species.

On Earth, we failed grievously at both.

On Carpathia, we can't afford

to make the same mistake.

We should focus our energies on combating

the real source of the virus. That is all.

Uh, well, I suggest we pursue the vote...

Operation Public Health.

I think we should move for a censure vote

considering the President refused

to divulge information to General Council.

Well, you're full of surprises.

If I'd warned anybody,

it wouldn't have worked.

Well, it was dramatic.

I'm not quite sure if it worked.

We have two emergencies here -

C24 and Fleur's safety.

Neither was helped

by my remaining President.

You thought you might lose?

It was certainly possible.

But depriving Berger of victory

was more important.

- Jack may still do Berger's bidding.

- I wouldn't be so sure.

Like it or not, Jack is effectively

the armed forces now.

But he is not and never has been stupid.

Our task now is to drive a wedge

between him and Berger.

Well, for somebody who's just resigned,

you don't seem to be heading off

to tend your garden.

Well, remember the Russians?

Tear down your factories,

retreat, and wait for winter.

The canteen is my equivalent of the Urals.

Come and see me there if you need me.

It's DNA, Richard.

The code we've been listening to,

it's DNA, I'm sure of it now.

Not only can they build copies of us,

they can send viruses to attack us.

We have to find a way of blocking them.

What will you do?

If they're planning

a full-on attack against the ACs,

I have to get outside and warn them.

I've always envied you, you know.

Really?

You're so sure of yourself,

what you believe, where you belong.

Just look at me now.

Still, if they made you,

they made you pretty well.

- Mum thinks you're the best thing...

- Stella likes most people.

With one exception.

Things will be OK...

between you and her. Give it time.

- She doesn't love me.

- She's learning to love you.

You were both trying to run

on a broken leg.

Lily...

You have to get to the medicentre.

You're not in your office?

You think I don't know

why Tate chose me over you?

Tie me down in his office,

dealing with drainage and sanitation.

Plus, I would have been seen

as his stooge and rendered useless.

Yeah, I got that one too. I'm not stupid.

No, I've never treated you as such.

So Mitchell never killed himself.

I think we both knew that.

It made me pretty angry.

I mean, that wasn't our deal, was it?

He gave them no choice.

Maybe.

I miss him, though.

A crazy bastard, I know, but we had

some good times...out there.

Maybe you were a little in love with him.

What? You've got some balls on you

saying that.

You don't really care about Fleur

being an AC, do you?

We're all made of the same stuff,

after all.

Adenine. Guanine. Cytosine. Thymine.

- You've lost me, Stella.

- DNA sequences.

It's the recipe book

inside each and every one of us

that decide whether our eyes are blue

or green, or whether we're tall or short.

And other, more controversial things,

perhaps.

- Where's it coming from?

- The atmosphere.

We think there's some kind of host force

on Carpathia

that's listening to us

and making copies of us.

- Listening?

- For want of a better word, yeah.

I mean...but where is this "host force"?

- Where's it keeping all this information?

- We don't know.

That sequence matches Tipper Malone's.

I think we could "hear" Josie Hunter

if we tried.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because, for whatever reason,

you're Acting President.

- Who else knows?

- Tate.

What is it?

Lily's got C24.

I'd invite you to have a coffee

but all the canteen staff

are staying at home.

You resigned to save her.

It's like chess.

You have to contest the space,

think about more than your next move.

All right, then. It's a bit like chess.

Long as you remember it's people,

not bishops and horses.

Knights.

Get Fleur out safely tonight.

She must warn Rudi

and stay with him until this is over.

Cass...

...we all have different ways

of hiding our terrors.

How is she?

We can save her.

I know we can.

But if it's reading our DNA

and using ultrasound

to transmit virus codes at specific

targets, we're completely helpless.

D'you remember bats from Earth?

What about them?

Bats were more powerful

than the moths they preyed upon.

A bat armed with echolocation,

what chance does a little moth have?

- Not a very big one?

- But still a chance.

The weaker species

can develop its own defence strategy.

Or there would be no weaker species.

You think that we can develop

a defence strategy against them?

I'd like to create an ultrasonic ceiling

over Forthaven

of such a distorting force that

it stops them from being able to see us.

- Like little moths.

- Just like little moths.

We'll set up transmitters around Forthaven

and send out a jamming signal.

Go!

Perimeter clear!

See, this is great.

You're like one of them queens

on the run from the angry mob.

They usually got caught

and had their heads cut off, Cass.

Because they weren't with me.

- Are you nervous?

- Ice in my veins.

I just don't care about myself.

That's true. Believe it or not,

- I just don't care.

- I believe it.

- I just don't want to see you hurt.

- I know. Thanks.

Make another rubbish joke now

or I'll get emotional.

- I can't think of any jokes.

- Then we're really in trouble.

Yeah. Come on, let's get out of here.

Any sign of Fleur Morgan?

I've got people out looking, patrolling

all known exits, official and unofficial.

We should detain Cass Cromwell

for abetting her.

- Leave that for now.

- Oh, really?

Look, I said leave that.

- Where are you going?

- Back to my base.

- Your base is that office, right?

- You use it. Help yourself.

I'm gonna get my men ready

for tomorrow morning.

- Jack...

- Look, I'm no politician,

and this isn't where I belong.

I'm going to go and resolve the AC problem

once and for all. This isn't my place.

You got that right.

XPs.

Quadrant 6 clear!

Here...

No.

Make like we're teenagers.

What?

Get back inside!

Alchemist to CT10.

Amendment to earlier instructions.

Alliance with XP leader wearing thin.

Recommend Jack Holt

to be added to elimination list.

Stella Isen is to be spared.

Repeat, Jack Holt

to be added to elimination list,

Stella Isen to be spared.

Affirmative, Alchemist.

We have perfect thermal shield reports

and we're good to go.

Entry interface is seven plus two.

Tell me what happened.

What?

Tell me now.

Back on Earth,

I used to work for the cartels.

In the last years, the Mexicans

and the Russians were running London.

Very brutally, by all accounts.

I was part of all that.

Killed people.

There was a family.

This...kid came down,

probably not in his teens.

He was in pyjamas.

I wasn't so much older myself.

They said keep him quiet.

Put my hand over his mouth, you know.

Told myself I never meant to...

Back on Earth,

I saw some old news footage once.

One of those wars in Europe

where they all just went crazy

on each other, village against village.

Anyway, they had all the, er...

men and boys herded together.

Terrified. And...one boy...

can't have been any older

than the one I killed...

...you could see the fear in his eyes

with all the soldiers and their guns

and everything,

probably knowing he was gonna die.

And he was holding

this little white rabbit.

Stroking it.

It must have belonged to him,

you know, a family pet or whatever.

So frightened, but all the time

he was still petting this rabbit.

And when I dream about it...

...the face I see is that frightened

little kid with his little rabbit.

The one I never met

from the news footage.

That was what turned me.

You know, I gave a lot of people up

and in return, I got this.

Ultimate witness protection.

Tate saved me.

He gave me my second chance

- to be decent, to be...

- Human.

I don't believe that humans are bad, Cass.

We can change.

We're not prisoners of our circumstances.

Or even our genes?

Maybe not.

Maybe, in the end,

we can still design ourselves.

Stella, the jamming signal's ready.

I want them all transmitting

at the same time.

Right, run a check.

Finally able to deal with the ACs.

Fleur!

I'll fire a flare.

- Come back when you see it.

- OK.

Go.

Go.

- How's my daughter?

- Still pre-symptomatic.

- We've had another fatality.

- Not Tipper?

No. But he's in the last stages.

I came to offer some distant healing.

The XPs have gone to remove

the source of the virus.

Do you really believe that, Julius?

Or do you no longer actually know

what you believe and what you don't?

I know that I care about you.

And I know that I want you

to make the right decisions.

The right decisions being the ones

that accord with your own.

I've heard about this sonic shield idea.

Yeah. We're nearly there.

I think it's our only hope.

I think we should hold off on that

- just for now.

- What?

Let's wait until the AC problem

is resolved.

No, we don't have time for that.

It'll use too many resources.

And it could interfere

with other important signals.

What other important signals?

Alll'm saying is, once Operation Public

Health is complete, we can revisit it.

- People are dying. My daughter...

- And they're all in our prayers, but...

It's when you start praying that I trust

you the least. What are you planning?

An end to the slack, failed Utopia

Tate has created.

I meant what I said.

Carpathia has to change, Stella.

I want you to be a part of that change.

You have to come. I need you.

- What's going on?

- Berger's planning something.

He's trying to undermine

the ultrasound defence.

CallJack. Get him to the comms room

before Berger turns him round.

OK.

You're one of us.

I'm glad.

Are you?

Tate is a liar.

I hope he's the last to die

down there, alone...

...with the ghosts of his past

for company.

I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

I thought...maybe I could stay with you

until this is over.

It'll never be over,

not until they're gone forever.

Soon I will be a father again.

Others are bearing children.

We are growing in number.

For us, it's just the opposite.

Us?

The attacks by your soldiers,

the presence of children...

- we have to move.

- And go where?

We're planning a long journey.

We can start again, on our own.

We should wait.

There are far too many good people

down there for this to happen.

You belong with us now.

Anybody down there has no hope.

Perhaps...one day we can return.

I thought you were heading out.

Yeah, Stella called me in. Said she's got

some idea about a sonic shield.

Oh, no, that's nonsense. She just likes

to play smart, you know that.

Jack, you've got the green light,

so go out and deal with our problem

- like you said you would.

- No, she is smart.

We should still try everything.

Jack.

There's another transporter coming.

D'you remember

what you said to me once?

You either work the mine

or you own the mine.

I'm telling you right now,

you can own the mine.

Stop what you're doing.

- Ignore him.

You no longer give orders around here.

This is our only hope

of defending ourselves.

It can wait.

Seems like about the right time to

mention the imminent arrival of CT10,

a transporter carrying a new hope

for Forthaven.

That's ridiculous,

we would have seen it on our screens.

They didn't want to be seen, Richard.

They are coming.

I've been in contact with its commander.

It seems your shield

will interfere with its landing.

Julius, the shield is our only hope

against the virus.

I really don't believe

that you are a bad person.

Bad. Good.

What, you really believe in moral

absolutes? He certainly doesn't.

You know nothing of my morality,

you insect.

People are going to die

if we don't act soon.

I gave you a chance, Stella.

Ignore this lunatic. Turn it on.

You do what he says,

you will pay a very heavy price.

I order you to wait for my instructions.

- Aren't you forgetting something?

- Hm?

I'm still President.

- Why are you laughing?

Because everyone knows

Tate did that as a strategy.

Maybe.

- Jack, I assure you...

- Stella didn't sneer.

She came to tell me about the DNA

and the shield.

- I'm not sneering.

- On the outside.

Do you know what?

I helped to build this place.

And got no recognition for it.

Look, I can still offer you

far more than they ever can.

You know what?

Stella's right.

These guys coming in here

aren't going to respect much.

But I can offer you your life, Jack.

If you betray me now, you will go

the same way as the others.

You traitor.

Things aren't gonna be pretty

until order and discipline are restored.

But believe me,

I'm not sneering when I say

your life is what's at stake right now.

- I don't respond well to threats.

- Too bad...

I'm taking you back to the XP base

where you can't interfere any more.

And I'm resigning the Presidency now.

Have it back.

Whatever's coming,

I take orders from you guys again.

You'd better make the most of this.

When the history of Carpathia is written,

this won't be its longest chapter.

No, but it will be a fine one.

We'd better hope this works.

Turn it on.

LDP signal

lost to Alchemist, Captain.

We've got some kind of

ultrasonic interference.

Switch to emergency

coordinates for entry interface.

We'll just have to risk it.

Poor miserable human.

- Why are you torturing us?

- We're researching you. Living fossils.

Surely you can understand that.

Will you let us stay here? Live in peace?

We could learn from each other.

We can overcome your defences

if we choose.

Then why don't you?

Because you are still interesting to us.

Gaze on our struggles and suffering

with detached indifference.

Well, well. Who needs God, eh?

Your species is a brutal

and destructive one.

And less significant in this universe

- than a single bacteria on a coral reef.

- Maybe.

But we have one thing

you appear to have lost

in your evolution

to disembodied know-it-all.

We may be frayed at the edges,

but we still have love.

And while we have that,

we still have hope.

He's still very weak.

Hi.

I was eating ice cream with my sisters.

You're back now.

Thank you.

I'm really glad to be alive.