All language subtitles for Bugs s01e07 Manna From Heaven

Good.

Thank you, Mr Glass.

I think this is a little excessive, Mr
Lennox.

Our present security is perfectly
adequate, sir.

Maybe, Glass, but...

If all goes well, Prodex is going to
make this company very rich.

And I'm not taking any chance.

This new safe is controlled by
computerized time lock. Once a week

That will keep the seed material secure
while Fodix gets its public launch.

Going to enter the password now.

If you don't mind, Mr Glass, best I keep
this to myself.

What the hell have you been doing?

The story of Fodex starts in Brazil,
where in the upper reaches of the Amazon

found a native algae called Phytex
longinus.

This algae is a naturally rich source of
many vitamins and trace elements.

Ten years of intensive research...
Doesn't exactly look consumer -friendly,

it? ...American algae, an entirely new
strain.

This new variety had been genetically
engineered to increase its nutritional

value even more.

It is this super algae which is
processed into Fodex, the perfect food

future. Dream on.

I mean, you can't possibly make all that
stuff out of that. Out of that. Whee!

The special lighting produces optimum
photosynthesis.

These ideal... Ah, the canapes.

They're good.

Lovely.

Fodex.

I'm sorry?

It's all made out of Fodex.

Who smokes salmon?

Cheddar cheese?

Food eggs.

Well, it looks like common on garden
plumbweed.

There's nothing common about it.

You won't find it in your garden.

This is Sally, my research assistant.

Sally, do the honours, please.

And the guys who broke in here are after
this.

The food industry is desperate to
develop something like this.

It's the Holy Grail.

Food for the next millennium. So,
straightforward industrial espionage.

Xander. He's been trying to put me out
of business for years.

Xander? He's research director.

He runs Hennessy Brock.

They're the sharks of the food industry.

They want to swallow my company.

They'll do anything to get their hands
on this.

What do you reckon?

The air conditioning thing, it worked
last time.

Too obvious.

What do you want to go for?

The chug killer.

Okay, it's a 40 -line exchange.

I've got to move fast.

Well, don't you always.

I'm ready when you are.

Security? Can you hear me? Good morning,
J .B .S. Security.

Can I help you?

Hello!

It's Harris, the only medicine doctor.

Mr.

Harris, let's go straight up.

Hey, we look great on these passes.

Great.

Research and development.

Eighth floor.

Let's go.

Well, these sensor reads are completely
untouched.

But this was the door the intruders
used.

And there's no sign of any bypass.

I'd say someone left it open for them.

Our security pat is logged in and out.

You can find out easily who was there
last night.

Oh, this deathless needs updating. Mr
Fricker, he died months ago, poor man.

Really? There was an accident.

Something to do with Fodex.

Well, don't mention it to Mr Lennox,
though. He doesn't like to talk about

Really?

Seems the computer's a bit reticent on
that subject, too.

Hey, Beckett.

An announcement of FedEx from UR2.

No crime having it press -released, Ed.

Nor in having a keen interest in
photography, but check this out.

Hey, wait a minute. It's where they're
having the Phodex launch.

And what are these guys planning?

Hello, Diana.

Hello.

Well, that's why you're there.

Surveillance, guys.

Yeah, security. Two intruders, eight
blocks.

Can't get any higher.

Come on, get us in there.

You don't care to hide, do you?

Don't look at us.

Actually, don't look anyway.

When we get down, I'll try and get the
door above open.

Right, go, go, go!

Come on!

Nice.

Caught them yet? No, sir, they must be
on the roof. It's been sealed off.

All security to the ground floor.
Repeat, ground floor.

Fricker's death is an internal company
matter. It's outside your brief.

Is the process of making Fodex dangerous
at all?

Of course not. Absolutely not.

Unless, of course, you're stupid enough
to fall in the tanks or forget to wear

your oxygen mask.

Was Fricker stupid enough to fall in the
tanks?

Forget about Fricker.

I just want you to find out which one of
my staff is a traitor.

What are you doing?

Well, because the alarm on the door that
was left open is computer operated.

Yeah.

Whoever accessed it would have to do so
using a personal user ID. Whoever did

that has wiped all the files, but I'm
running a little program of my own to

recover them.

Right.

While it's doing its stuff, I'm a bit
more interested in trying to read this.

Fricker pile.

Oh, Lennox is so anxious to hide.

Sally, did you know Fricker?

Sally?

Sally, are you all right?

Sorry?

All well?

Fine.

I'm off now.

Oh, and that girl Roz, she's gone.

Hairdresser, she said.

Well.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, who else knew we were going to
Hennessy Rock?

Mr Glass.

Myself, Sally.

Where is Sally?

Oh, she was helping Rod.

They've both gone for the night now.

Rod's gone?

Yeah, to the hairdressers apparently.

Hairdressers? Yeah, and I'm Elvis.

Where's Rod? Where the hell is she?

What's this lighting failure?

That'd just be a bulb.

Who says the whole circuit's gone?

Quickly! Go!

Get her up! There's no oxygen! Get her
up!

Oxygen!

We need oxygen!

Oh, breathe, breathe for me.

Come on.

Excellent.

It's out of you.

It certainly brings out the worst in
people, this pond weed of yours.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

Get out of my chair.

The raid was a failure.

You're fired.

I've discovered something.

Lennox's secret.

The formula for Fodex?

Something better.

Something we can really use to bring
Lennox to his knees.

And the first thing we should do...

is to put him under some pressure.

Cancel the launch. We know the secret of
Fodex.

It's outrageous.

And what a nerve Zander's got.

What does he mean, the secret of Fodex?

Well, the formula, of course.

How are you feeling today?

Getting there.

Mr. Lennox, is this really just about
the formula?

Or is there something about this Phodex
we should know?

Why the cover -up over the man who died?

Did his death have anything to do with
this?

There is no cover -up.

Phodex is absolutely safe.

So what now? Will you carry through the
launch party?

Certainly not. This is my life's work.

Whatever Xander and that wretched girl
are planning, I want you to ensure that

it fails.

And how do you want us to do that?

The Fodex will be at its most vulnerable
when we move it from New Earth to the

restaurant for the launch.

I want you to supervise its safe
transportation.

Okay, guys. One sitting duck decoy on
the road.

Hey, any sign of company?

Nothing, mate. Not a nibble.

Right then, let's go.

Drive carefully, sir.

I always do.

She's only just passed her tip.

We're on our way now, Ed.

Must have seen through me.

There. Can't you lose them?

Of course.

But you're paying for the refresh.

Looks to me very much like a gun.

What?

Look out!

Next time

I'll drive the decoy.

Thanks. Nice to be appreciated.

Is everything all right?

Xander tried something, but we lost him.

We?

And the pro -deck is unharmed.

Yes.

And we're all right as well.

Lock that in the kitchen until the chef
arrives.

Thank you.

Thank you for...

for helping make history today.

You'll tell your grandchildren about
this.

Mr Lennox, all clear. No bugs, no bombs,
clean as a proverbial whistle.

Thank you. Great.

Goodbye. I asked for champagne glasses.

Mr Lennox, I haven't finished yet.

You're paying up to do a job and I'm
going to see it through.

Chef!

You know, if you insist, yes, but please
try not to get in the way.

Let's go and check that raw material and
make sure it won't be out.

Hmm, perfect.

Ah, patience.

Wait for Gerard here to weave his magic.

Nothing here.

No sign of the file or Fricka.

Well, I found it yesterday.

Where's it gone?

I would have said this might have
happened.

Apparently Lennox is so paranoid about
this particular file that he's put extra

security on it.

If the file gets opened...

then it automatically saves to a
different file name to at least the

So it's still in here somewhere, but
under an assumed name, yeah?

Exactly.

So, all we've got to do is search for a
file that was open when Ross was

attacked, yeah?

That's right.

Man, that's going to take all night.

Well, you'd better get started then,
haven't you?

Pity there's none of that phoenix about,
I'm starving.

Ladies and gentlemen, honoured guests, I
am deeply

grateful that so many governments have
been fit to send delegates to my

presentation here today.

By way of introduction, let me remind
you that everything that you will eat at

this table is made from phodos.

I've dedicated much of my life to
developing this food.

And I am convinced that in a few years,
in countries rich and poor,

Fodex will be feeding the world.

So let us welcome its arrival with the
one thing here today not made

from it.

Although, perhaps one day.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Fodex.

Ed.

I've got it. I think I've got it.

Excellent.

Now all you've got to do is get into it.

You know, that was really very good.

Don't sound so surprised.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Having given you a taste of the
extraordinary qualities of Fodex, I

like to show you a short presentation.

Toxic?

Phodex turns toxic if exposed to
ultraviolet light.

Man, that's what I call a product flaw.

How does Lennox expect to market a food
that can be made poisonous?

By keeping the flaw a complete secret.

Sally knew about this.

I mean, that's what she meant by the
secret of Phodex.

Ten years of intensive research in the
laboratories of New Earth Foods.

Mr.

Lennox, what does it mean?

How did they find out?

What did Xander know?

Know what?

Mr Lennox, what the hell is going on? Is
this the so -called secret of Fodex?

It's when Fricka died that we discovered
we had a, well, problem.

Problem?

Fodex is perfectly safe, normally.

But look at electricity.

It can kill you. You're still huge.
Yeah, well, we don't make it into

can sell it on the high street. What is
going to happen to us? We'll be fine.

We've developed an antidote.

Keep it in the proper game.

And we keep large stocks of the
antidote.

And if ever that runs out, it's a very
simple procedure to make more using the

Glorfodec.

And we've plenty of that in here.

That explosion should have taken care of
the phoenix.

Now they'll have to come to us for the
antidote.

You're going to plan this?

Of course. I always plan in detail.

The boys and the guests at the launch.

And now we'll, uh, how did you put it?
We'll increase the pressure.

The money's as good as ours.

You take the wheel.

I'll make our demands.

Be careful. They might try to trace it.
I had thought of that, Sally.

Now, what are we asking for?

Ten million?

Uh -huh.

Two million of that should see the end
of your days as a lab assistant.

Don't you think?

Mr. Lennox?

Yeah.

Yes, I'm okay.

Remember, I ate before anybody else. The
effects are more advanced in me.

What will happen next?

Disorientation. Loss of sensory
perception.

Loss of motor skills.

Loss of memory.

Then... Then death.

Are you sure we shouldn't be seeking
some sort of medical advice? With the

antidote gone, there's no possible cure.

Raw Fodek is the only source of the
antidote.

Terrific.

What's the verdict on the chamber, Ed? I
mean, did any of that raw Fodek

survive?

Unfortunately...

Boiled beyond belief.

Is there no way of making any antidote,
Mr. Lennox?

Hello, Mr. Zander.

Where are you calling from?

There's no way you can find that out.

You've poisoned a lot of people here.
Now, what's the deal? You've got some

antidote, right?

Doesn't Lennox have any?

It was all destroyed when the
propagation chamber blew up.

Yeah, that was a neat idea of mine.

So how much will you pay for some
antidote?

Look, surely you don't want these people
to die?

I'm sure you don't either.

Look, we can get you some antidote.

But we want something in return.

Ten million.

Well,

I don't think Mr Lennox can lay his
hands on that kind of money just at the

moment. Let me give him some
encouragement.

I have here some of the mutated Sodex.
It's in solution and full of toxins.

Why don't you tell me?

It'll grow and spread in the water
supply, putting the toxins into every

the land.

It's going to take us a little while to
get that kind of cash together.

I don't care where the money comes from.
I'll fax you details of an offshore

account.

Arrange an electronic transfer.

Yeah, well, look, what about the
antidote? I mean, look, people are dying

You start arranging that ten million.

Go on, did we get it?

You must have bounced off every
satellite that's up there.

Great, so we got nothing.

Well, we got this.

This is a wonderful bluff.

There's no way they can refuse to pay.

They can't take the risk.

Truth bluffing.

Where is the antidote in that canister?

Not exactly.

What do you mean?

What are you doing?

Redefining our working relationship.

Sally, this is madness. What are you
going to do?

Exactly what you told them.

This is an antidote. It's mutated
phoenix, which I shall put into the

supply. What?

You can't threaten anyone with a gun
unless it's loaded.

Well, why turn on me?

You were going to get a generous share.

Two million out of ten.

But millions could die.

Which is exactly why they don't pay up.
No!

For the antidote.

Antidote.

There's some seed material.

What is it?

Rodex seed material.

It's the germ of the whole project.

Beckett!

Yep.

Apparently there's something we can make
an antidote with.

Where is it? Glass.

Glass.

Glass.

Glass.

Glass.

Glass. He's the head of security down at
New Earth Foods. Go on, Ed. One more

way. Sit tight, Mr Lennox.

Are you sure you're up to this?

Take out the voices and bring up the
ambient sound.

We used to do this in college all the
time. Test each other.

It was just a game then.

Are you ready for this?

Or on a boat.

A small one.

Probably a pleasure craft.

On open water. Not much backwash, can
you hear that?

Just about.

We're going under a bridge.

Nothing to the backwash now.

A railway bridge.

Rose, we're going to have to narrow this
down a little bit more, OK?

Mr Lennox only just had it installed.

What's the locking system?

Combination? No.

Computer -coded?

Uh -uh.

What is it, man? It's a time lock.

And it's not programmed to open till
nine o 'clock.

I can't wait that long.

Not nine tonight.

Nine on Monday morning.

You won't get in there this side of the
weekend.

Beckett, there's a plane. Isn't it
coming into land?

Approaching from the west. That narrows
the search area down a bit.

Yeah, there's still a number of
waterways here, though, Rod.

So I'll cross -reference the other town.

I can do this.

In time.

Get on the road. Head for that area.
I'll give you more directions when I

What about you, Ros?

What about me?

Just stop them poisoning any more
people.

Yeah.

I suppose this is foot -thick reinforced
steel, yeah? Yep.

They're blowing a hole in it, really
isn't a possibility.

Mr Lennox said it'd need an atom bomb to
get in there.

Yeah, well, I don't think I've got time
to find one of them.

This thing stays shut till Monday.

We're just going to have to persuade it
that it is Monday.

Now... OK.

You can't fool it.

You take the direct feed off the
Greenwich time signal.

It... Well, you could have told me
earlier.

Rod, I've just come off a flyover two
miles west of the airport.

Yeah, that fits.

There's a railway bridge.

Turn right under it.

Can you see the water?

Yeah, lots of it.

Beckett, I know where he's heading.

There's a pumping station.

Five miles.

North.

Northward. Rod?

Rod?

I've got it.

What are you doing? I'm learning to
travel through time.

What?

Well, I've located the incoming time
signal.

If I can reproduce the exact frequency,
I can regulate the clock.

To make it go quicker?

That's the general idea.

Don't do anything rash, Mrs. Zander.

It's not Zander you have to worry about.

Hand it behind your back.

Where is Zander?

Feeding the fish.

You won't be needing this.

Bing. Done.

All right.

Heart word? Come on, I don't believe it.
Do you know what it is?

No. Mr Lennox, he wouldn't tell me.

Think, man, does he make a note of it?
Is it the name of his wife, the name of

his kid, is it the name of his dog?

I don't know.

But he does forget things. He keeps an
organiser.

It's always in his jacket pocket.

Ros, listen, I need a password to get
into this safe, OK?

It could be in Lennox's organiser. Have
a look in this pocket.

Ed, I can't.

Ros, you can.

Believe me, you can. I know you can.
Now, listen to me.

They can't start making an antidote
until I get this stuff out of the safe.

Yet I can't.

I suppose you being here means the money
isn't.

Why are you doing this, eh? You don't
want to kill all those people. A nice

like you is just like... Don't patronise
me.

Why isn't Lennox taking me seriously?

The last time I saw Mr Lennox, he was
unconscious.

He's probably dead by now.

Well, you could have got the money.

You still can get the money.

But there are many people who pay for
the privilege of drinking pure water.

When I press this button, the water
enters the chamber here and mixes with

the mutated fodex.

When the water level reaches this
outflow, the dissolved fodex enters

the main water supply.

That's a bit

nice.

I've got the organiser at home. Well
done, Ros.

These deaths will be your responsibility
as well.

The streets will be full of corpses.

All right, you've made your point. Now
turn the water off.

I want money!

And you can help me get it.

Look, I can get you the money, all
right?

I just need more time.

I can't open it.

Just in your own time, okay?

Ross, try memo.

There's something here, but I can't read
it. I can't see properly.

Ross, you can.

Come on, I know you can. Please, try for
me, will you?

I think it begins with an M.

It could be Mandy or Manila.

Manna. Manna from heaven. It's got to
be.

All right, my friend.

Do your thing.

Turn it off.

You turn it off.

We're just in time.

Do you know algae is one of the oldest
forms of life on the planet?

Well, I know something that's past its
tell -by date.

No, I'm serious. It's been around for
over 1 ,200 million years.

So that's what happened to the
dinosaurs.

They were wiped out by phoenix.

I give up.

What shall we have for supper?

How about Chinese?

Bamboo shoots and fried seaweed? Don't
think so.

How about Indian?

That's a good idea.

Actually, Beckett, it's, um...

I'm a bit off my food at the moment.

I think it was something I ate.