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The following programme contains strong language.

Would you mind stepping back from the edge, please?

What's that in your hand? Give it to me, please.

I'm Joy's tutor. Harriet Brook. It's Monica.

TEO: I don't know anything about you.

Well, there's basically nothing to know.

Iris, is it? Just trying to get you to come work with me.

Solving an incredibly difficult puzzle.

Charlie Big Potatoes. He's a Topological Quantum device.

So what is wrong with it? He's asleep.

And I need you to wake him up for me.

This is Charlie's creator.

Jensen. What happened?

All we need to get the machine up and running

is to enter an activation sequence.

It's been enciphered in this. It's his diary.

Oi!

(GUNSHOT)

MAN: With the reward at four million euros,

the real question is who's gonna find her first.

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

What we need you to do is find a book she stole from us.

(SEAGULLS SCREECHING FAINTLY)

(DOG BARKING)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(FLESH SQUELCHING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

# SIOUXSIE: Here Comes That Day #

(UPBEAT JAZZY THEME MUSIC)

# Oh, here comes that day

# Oh, here comes the rain on your parade

# There's a price to pay

# For a life of insincerity

# And you pretend

# That it doesn't matter

# And that you're not scared

# Oh, here comes that day

# Oh, here comes that rain on your parade #

(SOFT ACOUSTIC MUSIC)

(PLANE ENGINE WHOOSHING IN DISTANCE)

(PLANE ENGINE ROARS)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(MUSIC ENDS)

(COCKREL CROWS, SHEEP BLEATS)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(GRUNTS) OK.

(CHILD GRUMBLES) No!

(DOG BARKS)

(DOG WHINING) (CLICKS TONGUE)

(DOG BARKING)

What are you doing here? You can't be here! This is my house!

Now I have to go to work. If you'll excuse me, please.

I'm guessing you've been called out to attend that burned-out wreck

on the beach near Alghero?

What do you know about that?

Well put it this way: not as much as I need to.

I don't follow.You're leading the investigation, right?

And I mean, it's in your jurisdiction.

So what? Do you know something about this?

Do you wanna make a report? No.

(INDISTINCT, MUFFLED SPEECH)

I need to know who these people are.

Why? Because someone's looking for me.

It doesn't matter who but...

he's offering a lot of money to whoever finds me.

I mean... a lot of money. Millions.

I need to know how dangerous they are.

What are you talking about?

(INDISTINCT, MUFFLED SPEECH)

Put a name to these faces for me.

Where they come from, where they're staying.

How many of them are there?

Do that for me and everything's gonna be alright for you.

And if I don't somehow things will not be alright for me?

Come on. Don't be like this. No. No. No. I want you to say it.

If I don't, exactly how things will not be alright for me?

(CHILD CRYING)

So I feed you information about a possible homicide,

or you tell my wife about us? Is that it?

Is that it? No, that... No, that's not it at all.

Then I don't understand what you're saying.

Well, alright then.

That for the last six months,

you and I have been plotting to kill your wife.

Except that's not true. Now you need to get out!

Huh, get out! Of course not.

But I can make it true.

What do you mean? Are you insane?

Probably. It's definitely been suggested.

But several times over the last few months,

when you were sleeping or showering or peeing,

I sent text messages from your phone to mine.

And these messages make it very clear

that you want us to kill your lovely wife.

So we can be together. This is a joke, eh? You're joking.

Hm? Try me and see.

Of course, the messages aren't on your phone anymore.

I erased them as soon as I sent them. But they're still on the server.

And I expect any police officer can retrieve them

in a few minutes with the relevant warrant.

What are you, Monica?

My name's not actually Monica.

Just do this one thing for me, Teo.

I promise that's all I want. Just some names.

And... I'm gone.

Is this your husband? (DOOR CLOSES)

Yes.

Miss. I'm warning you.

Who are you? What are you doing at my house?

I had some of my items stolen from the hotel.

And um... your husband didn't so much as take a fingerprint.

I want to lodge a personal complaint.

Miss, I insist you leave.

Well, I don't know how else I'm supposed to get your attention.

OK.

Now I have more important places to be. But yes.

During tourist season things can get a little bit overwhelming.

But I will make sure the matter is looked into. OK?

Are you sure, now? You promise?

He said he'd help. Now you need to go, please.

Right now. You need to leave my house.

I am so sorry to have woken you.

(CHUCKLES, SNIFFS)

(ENGINE RATTLING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SEAGULLS SCREECHING FAINTLY)

OFFICER: Ispettore.

Prego.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(CAMERA SNAPPING PICTURES)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Buongiorno, Ispettore. Buongiorno.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FLIES BUZZING)

Mm-hm.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Hm? Mm.

(ENGINE RATTLING)

(BELLS TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BIKE BELL RINGS)

(KEY CLUNKS IN LOCK)

(MOPED PASSES)

(GRUNTS)

(LOW RUMBLE)

(GRUNTS)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

What?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(JAGGED INHALE) No! No, no, no, no, no.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Shit!

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(DESCENDING WHISTLE)

(MIMICS EXPLOSION) (LAPTOP DINGS)

(JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYS)

(CARTOON CONTINUES) (SLAMS LAPTOP SHUT)

(GRUNTS) Fuck 'em!

Fuck!

(SIGHS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGING) (CHUCKLES)

Do you like it? The cartoon?

It's pretty good, I suppose. Did you do it yourself?

I had creative oversight.

So that's a "no", then.

How's Sardinia?

Oh, my God, it's absolutely gorgeous.

You should keep it that way and not come.

(CHUCKLES) I have to say, and I don't mean to be rude,

but it's a weird place for a fugitive to hang out.

Such an intelligent one, anyway.

An island with limited points of ingress and egress.

The point of a random choice is its randomness.

Oh, that's right! You didn't want to be predictably unpredictable.

There you go. How predictable.

Well, we found you in the end.

So let's summarise. You've got no money.

God knows you've got no friends. You've got nowhere to run.

And, well, you're on an island. So c'mon.

Play fair. Game over. Give me back the diary you stole!

Mm...

Yeah.

No. Sorry.

You'd rather the money defenestrate me?

Dash my brains out against the wall?

Douse me in petrol and burn me alive?

Well, I mean, I'm not saying that I would prefer it.

But you know, it would definitely make things simpler

from my perspective.

Hm... so can I just play devil's advocate for a second?

Oh, be my absolute guest. In an infinite universe,

there are infinitely many versions of you that just say fuck it.

Give him what he wants. So why not be one of them?

Give me the activation sequence.

Let me wake Charlie up and set him to work.

Make the money happy.

And then no-one needs to set fire to anyone.

Or-Or wrap them in razor wire

and drop them out of a helicopter into a lake.

I can't, Cameron.

I need to know why Jensen did what he did.

He killed five people, and I need to find out why.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Which means you haven't finished decoding it yet?

The diary?! I'd like to see you try.

He changed the key every week.

One week, it was the DNA of a bloody nematode.

Next week, it was the 12,121,863rd digit of pi.

Alright. I have to ask. I know you want me to.

Because the artist Edvard Munch was born

on 12th December 1863.

Twelve, twelve, one eight, six three.

That's the one who painted The Scream.

Yeah. I'm aware of him, thank you, Iris.

Every week, a new unbreakable headfuck.

So that's a "no", then.

As if.

You know I can't resist a puzzle.

It's a compulsion, evidently.

One more code to crack.

Five more pages to read.

What does he say?

He calls the machine the lamentation of God.

The silence of the dead voices.

The abomination of desolation.

(FAINT WHISPERING VOICES OVER TENSE MUSIC)

The Kali Yuga.

He wrote that?

Mm-hm. Yeah.

Then he's insane.

But what if he's not?

Because if he's not, and Charlie frightened him that much,

then it should frighten us, too.

Either way, we don't have the right to just...

flick a switch and turn it back on.

Not until we know for sure.

They're gonna murder me, Iris.

No offence...

..but it might just be better to let that happen.

No offence, but fuck off.

See you soon. (HANGS UP CALL)

(EERIE, OMINOUS MUSIC)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(VIBRATING STOPS)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(VIBRATING STOPS)

Teo, they found me.

I need to get off this island or I'm dead.

I can't do it without you. Where are you?

Shit!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BAG UNZIPS)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(DOG BARKING)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(VIBRATING CONTINUES)

Why weren't you answering me?

Yeah. I need you to do something for me right now.

A what?

No... No, that's not possible...

That doesn't make any sense.

A police officer from where? I haven't committed any crimes.

Well, none to speak of.

Well, not until last night.

OK. I need you to create a suspect for me.

Um, tell them that you have a description

of a man leaving the crime scene.

Any man. Doesn't matter. Buy me a few hours.

Did they use the name Iris?

Teo, they're lying.

They might be police, but they're not here as police.

They're here chasing money. Don't trust them.

(PHONE LINE BEEPS)

Si. Si, si, si.

(CHUCKLES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JULIAN: Well, we know her as Harriet Brook, obviously.

The hair's different, the eyes are all wrong.

But that's definitely her.

I d... I don't understand. She was...

Well, she came highly recommended.

I'm sure. But she's very clever. And references can be faked.

Nobody here considers you to be at fault.

Would you happen to have her address?

Uh, of course. Yes! Um, hang on.

She's in town. Uh...

She's in um...

Apartment 7, 352 Piazza San Doriano.

Joy. Sit down, please.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I-I'm afraid to ask. Are-Are we safe here?

The assumption has to be no.

This is a very dangerous woman.

(FAINTLY) She might attempt to steal from you.

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Joy.

I understand that you might feel a tug of loyalty to this woman.

But however, you might feel, it's important to remember -

the woman you believe her to be isn't real.

Harriet Brooks is an invention,

invention of a very dangerous woman.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(WHISPERS UNDER BREATH) Fanculo.

(LINE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey.

(OFFICERS CHATTER IN ITALIAN)

Do you know what a psychopath is?

Oh, my God. Are you stupid?

Joy! Please. Joy, show some respect.

Remember who you're talking to. I'm so sorry, officer.

She's not a psychopath.

Interesting. What makes you say so?

Psychopaths don't have empathy. Uh-huh.

But they fake it to get what they want from people.

That's often the case, yes.

So if she were a psychopath, she'd pretend to care about me

to get what she wanted.

And she doesn't do that? She doesn't pretend to care about you?

No. She doesn't. Mm-hm.

What does she do? Pretend not to care?

Huh.

Forgive me, Joy. I'm confused.

What makes you think she's pretending?

Fuck off.

Joy! What? He can fuck off.

Right. OK, that's enough. Go to your room.

You'll never catch her.

She's much too clever. Joy. Room. Now!

(SIGHS) I'm so sorry, Commissioner.

She's... Behaviour is inexcusable. She was raised to be better.

(LOW RUMBLE)

IRIS: Teo.

TEO: (ON PHONE) Do you have any idea what they'll do to me

If they find out I'm helping a cop killer?

Get out of my life.

You fucking psychopath!

Leave me alone. Leave everyone I know alone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now listen. The minute I'm arrested,

the first words that are coming out of my mouth are your name.

Fuck you! Such bullshit!

Oh, well, why don't you give it a whirl and see?

An assault team has been dispatched to your apartment

on Piazza San Doriano.

(CLATTERING OUTSIDE)

(DOOR OPENS)

(TYRES SCREECH, SIREN WAILING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

(OFFICERS SPEAK IN ITALIAN)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(MUSIC MELLOWS)

(SOFT JANGLING)

(HINGE SQUEAKS)

(LOCK CLUNKS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, BELLS JANGLING)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(BELLS JANGLING RHYTHMICALLY)

(MUSIC ENDS)

OK.

(SPEAKS IN ITALIAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER IN ITALIAN)

..Iris Nixon.

Excuse me, miss?

Excuse me. Miss.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GRUNTS, COUGHS)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry-

(GROANS, COUGHS)

Say it. Say what?

"I'm a cop killer."What?! I don't know what you're talking about!

"I. Am. A. Cop. Killer."

Say it. I don't know who you think I am.

Please. Look at my face and say it.

But I didn't hurt anyone, please! I didn't hurt anyone.

(COUGHING)

(YELLS, YELPS)

Get up and run, so I can shoot you! No!

No, please, I don't know what you mean.

Get up and run!I am the wrong person. I didn't hurt anyone.

Cop killer. No!

(YELLS OUT)

Please, wait. Please, please, please.

(SHOUTS ANGRILY)

If you say anything. To anyone.

I'll make sure you wish you hadn't. You understand me?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes, I do!

OFFICER: We need to go!

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(RETCHES, COUGHS)

(KIDS PLAYING)

(BRIEF RUMBLE)

Two years ago, an enigmatic group calling itself Nine Horses

began an online search for highly intelligent individuals.

A growing collective of puzzle solvers began co-operating

on chatrooms and message boards across the world.

But then... Nine Horses went quiet.

Deadly quiet.

Until 18 months ago, it posted another mystery.

A different kind of mystery.

One that really set the conspira-sphere alight.

Exactly who and where is Iris Nixon?

And soon, Nine Horses was offering a massive cash reward

for information leading to the whereabouts of Iris Nixon.

Now to be sure, many people believe the entire thing

to be some kind of online hoax.

But with the reward standing at over four million euros...

(WHISTLES) (CHA-CHING SOUND)

..there are plenty of people out there

who believe the search for Iris Nixon

to be something, literally, worth...

well, believing in.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Yeah? Joy. It's Miss Brook.

(SCOFFS) No, it's not.

(WATER TRICKLING) No. No, it's not.

I take it the police have been round. Just a bit, yeah.

And what did you tell them? Nothing.

Good. (DOOR OPENS)

(FAINT INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thank you. Good.

Miss Brook, are you alright? You sound...

Is everything OK?

Oh, it's just, I mean...

It's... It's been a bit of a rough old morning.

But um... I'm fine.

Um, listen.

I don't wanna do this. I really don't.

But um... I'm in a bit of a...

..a bind and um... there's literally no one else I can trust.

The men who've come to find me are...

..very dangerous.

What men? You mean the police?

No.

Well, yes. But not primarily.

Miss Brook, is everything OK?

I need to hide something from them.

It's something that they want, very badly,

and they mustn't be allowed to have,

not under any circumstances.

Something like what? Like, evidence or something?

No. It-It's um... It's a book. Sort of a diary.

What's in it? I'm still trying to figure that out.

OK. Where is it?

At my house.

Right well, tell me where you live,

and I'll go there now and get it.

I'm so sorry, Joy. I don't know what I was thinking.

I shouldn't have done this.

Come on! It's not like it's drugs or anything.

I have to go. (SNIFFLES)

Is it drugs or something?

(CHUCKLES) Sadly not, no.

No. It really is just a book.

So let me help you.

I can't. Um, thank you.

Now, you look after yourself. Don't lie to the police.

You tell them as much as you know. And you do not try to protect me.

Honestly! I don't mind!

Miss Brook?

Miss Brook?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TYRES SCREECH)

'OK. Listen to me. Use the front door.

That's the one facing sea. It will be open.

Go to the cooker. Remove the handle. Don't worry, it's magnetic.

The hatch you want is beneath the rug, open it.

Now, listen carefully. You need two combinations.

The first is 3-1-4-5-9. OK?'

(LOCK BEEPS, CLUNKS)

'Now. Here's where you're gonna need that magnetic handle.

Because there's a second safe hidden under the first.

And the combination to that safe is 1-4-5-8-8-6-9.'

(SAFE BEEPS, DOOR RELEASES)

'There's a briefcase inside.

Please be very, very careful with it.

There's something very precious inside.'

(GRUNTS)

'Now, mind the man traps.

They'll have your leg off. Seriously!

Find a hollow tree, about 200m north, northwest, of the cottage.

Hide the briefcase in there. Then go home.

Don't try to contact me. I won't be using this phone.'

(SOMBRE STRING MUSIC)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

'And Joy. Joy, listen to me. This is very, very important.

Under absolutely no circumstances.

And I say again, under no circumstances whatsoever,

can you let anyone see you.

Or get their hands on that briefcase.

That absolutely cannot happen.

Do you understand me?'

(WHISPERS) Fuck!

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