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- Simon, your tea is ready!

And remember to wash your hands.

Simon?

Simon?!

Simon?!

- Simon!

- Father!

- Gentlemen, please excuse us.

- No problem, Father.

- Good afternoon, Simon.

- Father, you have to go.

Someone's coming to hurt you.

- Come.

Did you see something again, Simon?

- He's going to hurt you.

- Simon,

these visions of yours, they don't always come true.

- You have to go now, he's coming for you.

- Who's coming?

- Father!

You let this happen!

You knew!

I told you I'd kill him!

- Simon, go!

Into the vestry and lock the door!

Quickly now!

My son, you're in God's house now.

- Your punishment

for your killing him!

Come on!

Open the door!

Open the fucking door!

- Simon!

- Hey, what the hell's happened here?!

Hey!

- Simon, are we going to the park or not?

- On my way.

- I never get tired of this view.

So how are the studies going?

- Yeah, good.

Finishing the online course,

so I should be done in a few weeks.

- So you're going to be a computer programmer.

- Not likely.

But it's helped.

It's started to.

- Simon,

is that you?

- Alison, hi.

- Mrs. Eildon.

Simon, it's nice to see you again.

It's been ages.

Not seen you since school.

Where have you been hiding?

- I've just been doing a bit of studying.

Look after Mum a bit.

I've been doing a programming course on databases.

- Sweet.

- Yeah, it's good.

- Well, it's nice to see you again.

Maybe see you around?

Bye, Mrs. Eildon.

- Mom, don't say it.

- She seemed nice.

- Look, you know I can't get involved with anyone.

- Son,

you can't be an island.

You've hidden yourself from the world for too long.

When I'm gone, you'll be free.

- Better get you back before you get cold.

- Came out again.

- Dr. Thompson said your platelet count was up slightly.

So that's good.

- Dr. Thompson wouldn't know a platelet

from a dinner service.

What's wrong?

You're bleeding.

- What?

No, I'm fine.

It's nothing.

- God, Simon, what happened?

- I don't know.

It was like a vision but it was real.

Like it was happening now.

He's back

and he's just killed again.

- So,

if I understand this, Mr. Eildon,

you're reporting a murder.

- That's right.

- But you don't know the name of the victim,

where they were murdered or who the murderer is.

- No.

But I do know how and when.

- Yes.

It was around 10AM this morning

and the perpetrator used his fists,

a blunt force weapon

and something that buttoned.

And how do you know this?

Came to you in a dream, did it?

Must be hard being a full-time carer.

Stressful.

Well, thanks for letting us know.

We'll make some inquires.

- He didn't believe you.

- I sounded like a right nutter.

- What now?

- I'll have to do something myself.

- Can anyone help?

- Maybe.

If there's someone.

Wakey, wakey.

- You were up late again.

- You have coffee, fruit juice

and your favorite medically approved--

- Simon!

Simon?!

Simon!

Simon!

Simon!

Oh no!

- Mom!

Mom!

No, please, please, Mom!

Mom, please.

- Thy will is done.

Let us pray.

- The ambassador sends his personal thanks

for the removal of our agent with such minimal damage.

- Which we wouldn't have had to do

if the ambassador had done his job in the first place.

- And that new camera in your bag's been sorted.

- Chatham.

- Miss Chatham, how are you?

- Who is this?

- I'm sorry for approaching you like this

but I need your help.

- Trace this call.

You realize this is a private government line.

Illegal access is an offense with a penalty.

- In one hour's time, there'll be an attempted coup

on a small island in the Indian Ocean that will fail.

- How do you know this?

- At lunch time,

the Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for Defense

will be caught on camera indiscreetly criticizing

the Prime Minister and will have lost his job by tea time.

- Who are you and what do you want?

- What I want is for to arrange

full transaction immunity for a Mr. Steve Brennus.

- Why?

Who's he?

- You'll find his file.

- Full immunity from all crimes just because you phoned?

- Because of the information I'm giving you.

But right now, a fellow agent

with a titanium gentle piercing is about to say,

"You won't like it."

- We traced a call and you won't like it.

- Who the hell is Steve Brennus?

- Christine?

- Mr. Steve Brennus, hope this isn't a bad time.

- Define "bad."

- Steve, I'm sorry.

- How the hell could he lose all our money?

- I don't know, he just did.

- Chris, Chris, we'll go bankrupt, we'll lose the house!

- Do you think that I don't know that?

- What, so it's my fault?

- Well, he's your brother, isn't he?

- You didn't need to lend him it.

- Jesus Christ!

Oh, Sally. - Sally!

Sweetheart, Mommy's here.

Steve!

Steve, call the ambulance!

Call them now!

- Okay!

- What are you doing?!

Sweetheart, can you hear me?

Steve!

- Hello, yeah,

can I get an ambulance please?

Yeah, my daughter's hurt her head.

- Sally wasn't badly hurt.

She and your wife just need some time

before they see you again.

- What?

Who is this?

- 25 thousand.

- Listen, asshole,

I could hurt you in ways you can't even dream of.

- 25 thousand gets the banks off your back for now

and saves the house.

In exchange for this four day's work, the money is yours.

- Yeah, not interested.

- The house that Christine and Sally call home.

My name is Simon.

Please meet me under the rail bridge

at Queen Street at noon.

One other thing.

- What?

- Have a shower and a shave.

- That's my bloody phone.

- I told you you wouldn't like it.

Would you be good enough

to come down to Operations, please, Miss Chatham?

- Got you.

- Mr. Brennus.

- So much for the element of surprise.

- Simon.

- So you said.

Okay,

so what's all this about then?

- I want you to stop someone.

- What's your problem?

Gambling debts, sort a dealer, what?

- No.

Nothing like that.

- In four days time,

I believe a serial killer is going to murder me.

Absurd as it sounds, it's true.

- See you later.

- Look, you and your family need my help.

- How do you know anything about me and my family?

- During the firefight in Afghanistan,

you couldn't have known it would've happened.

Sally had just been born

and you realized you had a new responsibility in life.

You had to go home alive to your wife and daughter.

For a split second,

you thought maybe it was time to pack in being a soldier.

So you paused.

And then that second's hesitation,

the grenades hit.

And that's when your mate, Spitball, didn't make it home.

- Nobody knows about that.

Nobody.

Who the hell are you?

- I'm the person that's paying you to stop a serial killer.

It's all there.

Payment in advance.

Do you believe in psychics, Mr. Brennus?

- Oh, Christ, is that why I'm here?

- Sorry, if you want a trip to La La Land,

you're on your own.

- So nothing's ever happened that you can't explain?

- Well of course there has

but that doesn't mean I see it supernatural.

- Look, I need your help.

Whether you believe me or not, you need 25K.

It's only four days.

I'm going to live to regret this.

- You're listing to Spirit Radio,

the nation's number one medium by mediums for mediums.

Coming up later today we have an exclusive interview

with Marcus Bryant, the controversial Leeds priest

who speaks with the dead.

First, though, let's go over to the weather

and see what the gods have got in store for us this time.

- So who's this guy that's after you?

- I don't know his name

or what he looks like or where he lives.

- So, what, he's threatened you then?

- Not exactly.

I think he's been away for a few years.

Locked up, maybe.

Prison, an asylum.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter because he's back.

- You said there's other victims.

- Yeah.

I don't know anything about them.

- Jesus Christ,

your a vague as hell about this guy

but you seem to know everything about me.

What's this psychic bullshit?

- I think it's better if I show you.

- Nice.

Very artistic.

You'll win the tunnel prize with this, mate.

- All right, look, you're walking down a street,

say the High Street in town.

- Yeah, that wouldn't happen,

there's no pubs on the High Street.

- Fine, you're on Constitution Street then.

- Better.

- Close your eyes.

Please, just do it.

You can be outside your favorite pub.

Now, do you notice everything?

A person here, a car there, flower pots.

Gas canisters outside an old church.

- No, of course not.

- No but you notice a small child run across the road

that nearly gets knocked down

but you don't know this old lady behind you

is getting her purse stolen.

That's what it's like for me.

I see the street but not everything that's happening.

I get glimpse of the future and the past,

and sometimes the present,

but it's all random, jumbled detail

all unconnected events.

And I have to look for clues.

Dates and times and I have to piece it all together.

- And you think he's gonna kill all these other people.

- I know he is.

And he's also going to kill me.

- So, why don't you just hide, stay in bed that day?

- I've seen my own death but I have to try and prevent him

from hurting anyone else.

- I'll be honest, mate.

You've got nothing here.

No specific intel, no places,

you don't know the killer's name.

It's a wild goose chase, it's a waste of time.

- I know he's coming for me.

- Yeah, well, I'm gonna need a little bit more

than you tingling "spider sense" to go on.

You seem like a decent guy but this is just crazy, mate.

- Fine, just be my bodyguard.

Stick around until he strikes.

- Okay.

But if I'm staying, you better have some beers then.

- All right, great.

I'll go and get some.

- Let the cleansing begin!

- So, someone called our secure line.

And they did it with your phone,

leaving no prints, of course.

- Sir, I have no idea how this happened.

- Well, apparently, we're about to find out.

What have you got?

- This was recorded in the city center.

- Jesus.

- What's this nonsense?

- The share index crashed today.

They closed at 5-8-9-5.

- When was this recorded?

- Yesterday, sir, Monday.

- Good God.

Fuck me.

Find out who that little bastard is.

- Simon!

Simon?!

Jesus Christ, Simon!

Simon!

- The blasphemer will talk to the dead no more.

So perish all false prophets

who claim to commune with the world of the spirits.

- Emergency Police Service.

- I'll be fine.

I know why he's killing them.

He's targeting psychics.

- Simon!

Simon!

- "Steve Brennus forgets to send cuddly toy

"to Sally for her birthday."

Jesus.

No, I've tried ordering online but it won't accept my card.

No.

No, don't put me on hold.

Jesus Christ.

It's okay, it's okay.

You're safe.

You okay?

All right?

- Yeah.

- So what the hell was all that carrying on in the bathroom?

- He was skinning him alive.

That's a new one.

- So he's targeting psychics.

- Probably thinks he's the only one that hears voices.

"I am the chosen one," blah, blah, blah.

You know how it goes.

- So how can we draw him out?

- First thing's first, did you bring what I asked?

Traceable?

- Use it and lose it.

- The coup on that island?

- Happened like he said and failed like he said.

- And we all know the Under-Secretary of State

fell on his sword following his indiscretion.

- He's got three out of three.

Yes?

- Hello again, Miss Chatham.

- Who is this?

- I'm sure you'll work that out soon but for now,

please, about that immunity.

- Why do you need this immunity so badly?

What are you planning?

- Think what could happen

if someone who could predict the stock market

shared that information with interested dark parties.

I'm sure that's worth immunity for just one man.

Your own freelance assassins get carte blanche all the time.

- Oh, fuck you, you little shit.

- Ah, nice to speak with you, Mr. Johns.

They'll come around.

- So,

what now?

- Finish securing the database.

Tomorrow I have to take a test.

- What test?

Simon, what test?

- You realize my foundation has been testing claims

of paranormal and parapsychological powers

for many years now and

no one has ever passed our stringent procedures.

No one.

- I'm aware.

- Good.

Right.

Present today are Jerald Gifford,

who handles all the technical and logistical issues

here at the lab,

and Miss Scire, who is out legal advisor.

Take a seat, Simon.

- So,

all the paperwork is in order.

Simon, Mr. Eildon, is away that if he completes the task,

which in the unanimous opinion of all of us present,

demonstrates undeniable proof of PSI powers,

he will be awarded the prize.

As the numeric value of the Greek letter PSI is 700,

the prize has been sent at the sum of 700 thousand pounds.

- The satisfactory completion of the task

will make the first time in history

that such a feat has been scientifically ratified.

- This is your chance to back out.

We publish the names of all of those

who try and fail the test

and the internet never forgets.

- I'm ready.

- Mr. Brennus,

the protocols require that the subject

performs the task while alone.

Would you be so kind as to go next door?

You can view it from there.

- Works with me.

- Many people believe

metal bending or spoon bending is possible,

even commonplace

but every scientific assessment disproves the claim.

This is the foolproof test we have for that.

A metal bar

inside a sealed glass tube.

The test subject must bend the metal bar without touching it

using only the power of the mind.

At present, the rode is as straight as a die.

If at the end of 15 minutes, the rod remains unchanged,

then the challenge will fail.

Are you ready, son?

- Yes.

- Let's begin.

- Oh my God, can you see that?

- Are you recording this?

- I'm getting, I'm getting it!

- I'd never have believed it

if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

- We wouldn't see history be made here.

This is the first time ever that the metal bar

has been bent my mental power alone.

Congratulations.

What an incredible moment!

- How did you do it?

We have got to share this.

- Mr. Gifford, please, the rules are perfectly clear

and the contract's binding on both sides.

Miss Scire, would you please remove the test equipment,

including the memory card in the camera,

and secure it in my safe?

Simon, I have pend many a good year

inviting people to try and prove the existence

of paranormal phenomenon.

I never believed they would.

It's my deepest privilege

that you came here to prove me wrong.

- You're welcome.

- He's a threat to national security.

- There's no obvious crime we can charge him with.

We have no authority to detain him.

- He dialed into a classified phone line.

That is an offense.

- Records will show it was my phone.

- And we have him on CCTV stealing that phone.

- True.

- Do we at least know who he is?

- Facial recognition hasn't turned up anything yet.

Voice analysis says that Simon is Scottish and local.

- And the only Steven Brennus we know of is this guy.

Excess AS.

- Hired muscle, you think?

- Aye.

- Have we checked him out?

- Special branch just had a gander.

There's no one at his house.

You got some bodies on the ground looking for his car.

Stokes?

Sorry, who?

I'm sure that's very exciting

but it's not exactly our highest priority right now.

What?

Say that second name again.

- Brennus, Steve Brennus,

a bodyguard or something.

Who cares about him?

It's what this young Simon guy did that's so amazing.

He can move things with his mind.

- Can you describe this Simon?

- Since when do we keep tabs on psychics?

- Our colonial cousins have wasted millions of dollars

to try to track potential psychics.

We prefer to simply monitor a few reliable institutions

who unwittingly do the vetting for us.

The odd informant here and there.

Much more cost effective.

- Okay.

Have you got their details?

- Right, what the hell was that all about?

- Okay, so truth is I can't do telekinesis.

Believe me, I have tried to move things with my mind

but I'm just not strong enough.

It's like trying to lift a weight with my little finger.

- Well the buffoons in there

were still wetting their pants though, weren't they?

- Yeah, well, putting thoughts in people's minds

is a tad easier.

Look, I just made them believe the metal was bending.

Whether it's confusing people or seeing into the future,

it works better if I have a personal connection.

- Like with the killer?

- And doing the test.

Look, if I die,

the world should know I existed.

I have another reason as well.

It'll also persuade certain people

that we should be taken seriously.

- You gonna tell me who?

- Nope.

- Fine.

Don't wanna know anyway.

All right, who the hell's this?

- Mr. Simon Eildon, Mr. Steven Brennus, you're under arrest.

- On what charge?

- Endangering nation security.

- And nicking my phone.

- I'm guessing you didn't foresee this.

- Not an exact science, remember.

- And who do love when you're at home?

- The people who run the country.

Not the politicians.

The people who are really in charge.

- And what about these?

- Can't you make them magically disappear?

- We'll allow it.

- No matter what they do with you,

I'm gonna make sure the hold you end up in

will be as uncomfortable as possible.

- Quite a history you have here.

Fascinating.

- The immunity?

- Oh, for God sake, give it to him

so we can get started.

- Have you seen who's signed this?

So,

I could kill anyone in this room right now

and you couldn't press charges.

- Highly amusing.

So,

just for the record,

former corporal Brennus of the SAS,

what precisely is your involvement in this?

- I'm the lad's driver

and I like this job.

- Very good.

Mr. Simon Eildon.

According to this file, you claim to have a telepathic link.

- It's not telepathy.

I can't read minds.

It's more of a limited clairvoyance.

- A link with a supposed serial killer

whose alleged crimes are unsubstantiated.

Please, explain.

- I believe that my fear of him prevents me

from making a useful connection.

We've met once.

- Ah, yes, according to you,

this was the man responsible for the murder

that you witnessed when you were eight years old.

Victim's name was a Catholic priest, Father Cavanagh.

- Father!

I was born of sin.

A man of the cloth.

Ye,

my real father,

conceived in Hell by the good man.

Here is your punishment for your grave sin!

- Listen, boy, pay attention!

You're just one step away from a private cell

with very few opportunities for parole.

- You're the guy, right?

The one on the chat forum?

- Did you bring it?

- Who are you anyway?

What do you want with this stuff?

- Science is a competitive business.

Universities.

Private academic institutions.

They need to know what their rivals are up to.

When it comes to a potentially

explosive discovery like this,

well, it has value.

- So did you bring what I asked for?

Oh, baby.

Oh yeah.

Sorry.

This is all I could get.

This guy, Simon.

Personal details.

- His address.

- Of course.

- We can have you rot in prison.

- Detention isn't the answer.

You obviously want to understand and improve your abilities.

A top of the rang scientific establishment is what you need.

- I have what I need.

- But think of the resources we could provide.

Experts in neural science,

physiology,

subatomic physics.

- Not interested.

- What do you want, money?

- I've got money.

- We can give you more.

- I have enough to getting on with.

- Then what do you want?

- I want to get out of here.

- I don't think that's gonna happen very soon.

In fact--

- Jesus, Simon!

- Jesus Christ!

- Simon!

- Jesus.

- I'll get help.

- No you won't.

He doesn't need any help.

Just give him a few seconds.

- He's dying, for Christ sake!

- Just give him a few seconds!

You might actually learn something about who this lad is.

- He's got no pulse.

- Just

wait.

- Mr. Stokes!

- No hidden pockets,

no cutting edges, no devices, nothing.

- There must be something.

It's a trick.

- That one seemed different.

- It was.

Quick.

Very unusual.

- He didn't torture or hurt them?

- No.

It's like he wanted something so he just killed to get it.

He's killing more often and more frequently.

We need to stop him.

- Which means getting out of here.

- So what did we just witness?

- Somewhere.

- Is there any chance of getting your attention?

A small matter of nation security.

- What's the time?

- What?

- The time.

- 4:17, why?

- Because if it's 4:17, then 15 minutes ago

the USS Carolina, a Virginia class submarine

currently docked at the Faslane Naval Base,

less than 80 miles from here

developed a fault in the wiring

associated with a nuclear reactor.

- Now look here! - Be quiet!

- The problem is valve 11-27-30.

For some reason it's opened when it should be closed.

- Wait for status.

- Simon?

- Did you open that valve?

- The same valve has a universal fitting

on other US Nuclear Navy subs.

Not to mention the entire UK Trident fleet

currently on an exercise just off the coast of Norway.

- That's classified.

- But true.

- A faulty valve in a dry dock submarine

is obviously a problem

but it can be remedied.

The same faulty valve in a sub at sea, however,

that's a disaster.

It would be a terrible thing if someone were

to open the valve at the wrong time.

- What is it that you want?

- Guarantee Steven's immunity

that you're not just going to rip it up when we leave.

Promise not try to detain us

and just let us go.

- That's it?

- Once we're out of your hair, the subs will be safe,

including the Carolina.

- Do me a favor.

- What's that?

- If I'm ever tempted to play poker with you, shoot me.

You're the chanciest, ballsy bloke that I ever met.

Oh, they're good.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you wouldn't know they searched the place.

Look, how are you doing?

- Yeah, fine.

I'm just a bit tired.

- Yeah.

I'll go and order some pizza.

Do you want a cup of tea?

- Yeah.

Father.

- He's at rest now.

- I should've stopped it.

- You can't fix everything, Simon.

And sometimes bad thing happen.

I don't think the world is ready for you yet.

It may never be.

- Hello? - Simon?

Professor Richet, here.

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

As you know, we were going to announce

your success in the morning.

I'm afraid we're going to have to postpone.

Our colleague, Mr. Gifford, has gone missing.

We fear something may have happened to him.

- What's up?

- It's over.

- Let us silence the blasphemer.

- Simon, you can't just fire me like that.

- I can and I am.

- Like hell you are.

- Look, if it's about the money,

I'll pay you the full amount.

- All right, Simon,

what's this craziness that's in your head now?

- I started all of this

but I didn't think through the consequence,

I didn't foresee what could happen.

- So what?

Welcome to what it's like for the rest of us.

- You don't understand.

Someone else has died.

One of the scientists.

The killer murdered him because of me

because of what I did, I'm responsible.

- You're the one responsible for being an asshole.

You didn't kill him.

- You need to look after Christine and Sally.

- And what are you gonna do, huh?

Muscle up to a killer on your own?

- I don't know what I'm gonna do, all right?

- Because I would show my hairy ass and jog a short wind

if I thought you could even fight

your way out of a paper fucking bag.

- Oh, spare me the tough guy act.

- Oh fuck off, that's why you hired me!

You're a weakling.

- I have powers!

- Yeah, and what have you done with them?

You know, you could rule the world

but you're just a fucking whinger!

- At least I'm not a washed-up has been!

- No, you're "never was."

You've been hiding behind your mom's skirts for years!

- And you're a child batterer!

- Think I'll go make some more tea.

- Daddy! - Steve, hi.

- Hey.

- I thought you'd be a bit more pleased to see us.

- Sorry.

- She wants to know why

you're wearing a plaster on your head.

- Oh.

- Did someone hurt you, Daddy?

- Yeah, they did.

- Was that because you were naughty?

- She thinks that you hit her because she was naughty.

- You shouldn't sneak about

and listen to other people talking.

- You did nothing wrong, sweetheart.

You weren't naughty.

It was Daddy who was naughty

for losing his temper and hitting the door, wasn't it?

I'm so sorry I hurt you, sweetheart, I'm so very sorry.

- It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore.

- Listen, darling, why don't you go off and play just now?

Okay?

Mommy and Daddy need to talk about some grownup stuff.

- See you soon.

Is she really okay?

- Yeah.

- I miss you.

- I miss you too.

- Are we okay?

- That depends.

What's going on, Steve, are you mixed up in something bad?

- No.

Why?

- Well, today Mom's local highland policeman

drove 35 miles of winding back road to come here

and ask whether you'd ever been involved in any

major criminal activities or terrorism.

- What did she say?

- Mom made him a cup of tea

and they both talked about the problems

they had with potato bugs.

I don't think it was any bother to you, to be honest,

but there is something else.

Two minutes ago I get a text from the bank.

Steve, why have we suddenly acquired 700 thousand pounds?

- 700?

Babes, I need to go, can I call you later?

I love you.

Simon!

What the?

- Shit.

Whoops.

Sorry, Steve.

I have to do this on my own.

Who is it?

- Pizza delivery.

- Could you just leave it outside?

- Sorry, I still need the cash.

- All right, just a minute.

- You still there?

- Mr. Brennus?

- What's going on?

- Simon's been taken.

We think he was grabbed by the killer you were going after.

Did you see anything?

- No.

No, I was out cold before anything happened.

Simon knocked me out.

Yeah.

- So that's what all that noise was about.

We bugged the place.

- Of course you did.

- We managed to get a particle plate.

Checking now.

- Simon's phone?

- Tracking it.

- All these glimpses of the future

but he couldn't see what shit was coming down on him.

- He knew exactly what was coming,

it's just that some people didn't listen.

- Joseph Cavanagh.

My uncle.

- He was the priest that married Christine in me.

- Did you go to the funeral?

- Yeah, of course.

- Do you remember a young boy stood at the back?

Very quiet, crying a lot.

- Yeah.

- I didn't know who he was.

He shook my hand.

- Yeah, mine too.

Jesus, Simon.

- That's how he's connected to you and me.

Why he's approached us.

- This is new.

"Father and son."

The son of a priest!

- Jesus Christ.

- The son of a fucking...

The killer's your cousin!

The killer's your fucking cousin!

What's his name?

You must know it!

- No.

My uncle must've kept his existence a secret.

There's nothing known in the family about any of this.

About any kind of a scandal.

- No luck on the mobile.

Still searching for the van's plates.

- The van?

- Yeah, I caught just a glimpse of it as it drove off.

- We think CCTV picked him up heading toward the city

but we're still checking.

- Where the hell are you going?

- Your man said the van was heading into town, right?

Let me know when you have a position.

- You're not part of this operation.

- Wrong.

The boy hired me to protect him

and he grabbed him from right underneath my nose.

Come on!

Jesus Christ!

- Who dares wins.

- There are three vans that match that partial.

One belongs to a rental agency.

- It wasn't a rental.

Too old.

- Two options then.

Did you see anything else at all?

- Caught a flash of a sign on the side of the van.

Faded lettering..

An image of something.

- Trying the address one if the vans is registered.

No answer so far.

- That paint work, it was some kind of garage.

- One of the vans used to belong to a kinda body shop

or metal works.

- According to this it went out of business years ago.

The whole area's derelict.

- All right, tell the blokes to get down there.

Sir, we know where he's taking Simon.

- That's of little consequence right now.

- Sir?

- There will be no close pursuit.

- But, sir, Simon's been taken.

- The problem with the USS Carolina has been resolved

and the rest of our subs are unaffected.

We know we cannot tolerate a similar incident.

Orders are that Simon Eildon is to be eliminated.

- No!

- It seems that this fortuitous kidnapper

will save us the trouble.

- You've gotta be kidding.

- And then we will perform our public duty

of arresting a terrible serial killer

as he stands over the body of his latest victim.

Such a great tragedy that the forces of law and order

where not able to get there on time.

But we did get our man in the end.

And those things do play rather well with the press.

- Amen.

Behold the man.

Huh?

What?

- You don't remember me, do you?

The church.

When you killed your father.

- Interfering boy.

The witness.

Both of us cast adrift by the same tragedy

brought together again by providence.

Such divine symmetry.

- Mr. Brennus?

Can you hear me?

- What do you got for me?

- I'm sending you the directions now.

- Got it.

- Hurry.

- Heavenly father looks after all His children,

cares for them and protects them.

But my father

rejected his own sacred duty to do the same.

So tortured by the gilt of his sins

and the lust of this corrupt flesh

that he couldn't even bear to hold me.

I was punished just for being born.

- Fuck!

- It must be nearby.

Some place called Skin Flats Metal Works.

Oh and it looks like our killer

was also trained in the army.

Dishonorably discharged for unstable behavior.

- Fucking great.

Okay.

- My father cared more about the strangers in his flock

than his own flesh and blood.

- Is that why you killed him?

Because of a neglected childhood?

- No.

I killed him because he placed his faith above his duty.

And at confessional I told him time and time again

I was going to kill someone.

I even gave him the dead!

But does he tell the police?

Have me arrested?

No, he knew what was going to happen

but he did nothing to change it!

The sacred trust of the confessional

triumphed over the value of a human life.

- Simon!

- For I am there

with the rod and the staff!

I humble thee!

- Simon!

- They said you had special gifts.

- Yes.

- Lies!

Filth!

They speak only to me!

To me!

I am the soul messenger!

All others are false prophets!

It is only through me that they speak!

I used to be alone.

But then the voices came.

The voices of truth.

The pure ones.

The winged dwellers of light and majesty.

- You're talking about angels.

- You can hear them too,

funneling their power.

The scourging is complete.

Through my will and authority

I do that which is preordained.

- Chatham, he's not here!

Chatham?

Chatham, are you there?

Jesus Christ!

- Now,

must come the cleansing

where you sins are many

and they must be washed away.

It is finished.

- Jesus Christ!

Come on!

Fuck sake.

Constitution Street?

Simon!

- Sir.

Owner of the metal works is ex-military.

Discharged before the first tour of duty.

Should we intervene?

- No.

Let's just see how it plays out.

- Simon!

Simon!

Simon!

- All this time

I thought you were a devil,

a monster.

But you're just a sad, broken man.

No!

- Abomination!

Imposter!

- Simon!

Simon, let him go!

- Simon!

- Oh, Jesus.

You okay?

Sorry about what I said,

you know, about you being weak.

- Yeah.

Well,

that business about you being a has been,

I may have been premature in that regard.

- Premature in that regard is right, your lordship.

Simon?

Simon!

Simon!

Hey, hey, stay with me, man.

Simon?

- Tell them to take down Simon Eildon!

- You can't.

- Sir, we can't.

There's a live stream being broadcast to the web.

Sources at the heart

of the Scottish government are reporting

that the young man involved in what's now become known

as the Edinburgh Incident

may well have survived his encounter with a serial killer.

The online video clip that was published

by an as yet unknown source

continues to be the number one trending clip worldwide

with specialists and amateur enthusiasts

still pouring over it to decide whether this was

a genuine psychic event or just a terrific hoax.

In other news, the first minister has announced

an inquiry into an incident at the Faslane Nav--

- You've been asked to attend various talks in the US,

specifically Harvard, MIT and NASA.

Also, a personal request for a meeting at Number 10.

Professor Richet has set up multi-disciplinary congress

of scientists in Grenoble

but you have to promise not to take over any of their minds.

My former bosses have extended a cordiale invitation

for you to consider serving your country

and the Japanese corporation have raised their offer

to the research foundation.

But I think they'll go higher yet.

- Bloody chancer.

- Sally excited about being a big sister?

- I haven't told her yet.

- Do you know what you're having?

- No, and if you know, keep it to yourself, okay?

- Yeah, I won't tell you what they are.

- Good.

They?

- Anyway, pull over.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what you doing?

- I'm meeting someone.

- Who? - Who?

- I'll meet you back at the office.

- Hey!

You be okay?

- I'm sure I'll be fine.

- Good on you, son.