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Alright, joy.

She just made you collateral.

I'll come and get you, I promise!

I bring you the diary. You
give me joy. Swapsies, it is.

Has she called yet? About
swapping me for the diary?

Because he said he
would cut my hand off.

I need you to find a man called Jensen

and get some of his DNA for me.
If joy is doing something for Iris,

There's a way to use that
knowledge to your own advantage.

Alfie, I need that book.

We hate people who
knowingly provide assistance

to people who murder police officers.

If you actually want to
know what happened...

Up to you, Nico.

The police are here.

Forgive the intrusion, professor lind.

I appreciate that privacy's
very important to you.

My name is pym.

And as I'm sure you've
inferred, I represent the syndicate

who debt-financed
development of your device.

Back when the project
hit some cash flow issues.

In fact, I'm the new acting
head of what they call

the intragroup committee.

Now... We, your
admirers and supporters,

we're keenly aware that contained
within the neurological pathways

of your device lies certain conjectures.

That you'd much prefer
remain undisclosed.

So, let me reassure you.

I am here only to discuss
some comparatively minor work.

You did on protein
misfolding in the prnp gene.

The gene that encodes
an incurable prion disease.

Known as fatal familial insomnia.

Now, at the very head
of my organisation.

Sits an extremely wealthy man.

And the thing he cherishes
most in the entire world...

Is a grandchild.

Now, her family learned that
she'd inherited this condition

while still in utero.

So, the previous head of
the intragroup committee

was given the task
of securing a treatment

before she became symptomatic.

And sadly this wasn't to be.

Symptoms appeared a few weeks ago.

It started with tremors...
Gait abnormalities...

Involuntary eye, hand
and arm movements.

Her time is growing desperately short.

Soon, she'll be unable to sleep.

She'll experience terrifying
delusions, waking nightmares.

Followed by severe
dementia... And then death.

She's nine years old.

So, the reason I'm here,
is to offer you, in person,

my absolute assurance that
we have no intention of exploiting,

financially or otherwise,

any of these more...
Abstruse conjectures.

In fact, I would happily see
the machine entirely erased,

if that is, indeed, what you truly want.

All I ask...

Is for you to wake it.

Just long enough... Just long enough...

For me to take...

Just what I need.

This is about a child, professor lind.

I'm sorry.

Did you give me your name?

I-I did. Yes, it's pym.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I shit you, pym.

I shit you out.

The man's a cabbage.
Let's do it the easy way.

No, no, no!

Why are you here?

Come on, tell me.

She... she invited me.

Who? Iris.

How long have you been
running this YouTube channel?

Er, t-two years, more or less.

I mean, it takes... It takes
a while to gain traction.

Sorry.

I'm really sorry I couldn't...

Yeah, I can try.

Let me out! Let me
out! Please, let me out!

Let me out! Please, let me out!

Bathroom's over there.

"A remarkable genius once
observed that 'the first gulp"

"'from the glass of natural
science will turn you into an atheist."

"'But at the bottom of the
glass... God is waiting for you.'"

"and so it came to be,

"the deeper I drank from the
well of what is yet to be known,

"the more profoundly I've
been drawn to hindu cosmology"

"a credo consecrated to
the astonishing principle"

"that, the cosmos, reality itself,"

"experiences as an infinite
cycle of birth, death and rebirth."

"And this we call brahman."

"I believe I have glimpsed the
shadow of brahman, mr Beck."

"I believe there is form in the void."

"And you may call it god, if you will."

So, this is Jensen, as
I'm sure Iris described him.

When she told you
to sneak into his room.

But this is who he actually is.

Cameron trusted you.

Which makes him an idiot,
which makes him an idiot,

and you very lucky to be alive.

I'm looking at it now.

Of course.

No, tell them that we
have a plan of action

that we'll retrieve the
password imminently.

A matter of hours, all being well.

Are you decent? No! Just a sec!

Is it now?

Are you nervous.

Yeah-yeah-duh! There's no need.

Yeah, right.

Look, if it's really bad, we could
probably dig you out some medication

just to take the edge off the anxiety.

Do you do that?

Not recreationally, no.

I don't actually do anything
recreationally anymore.

But I do take something
to help me go to sleep.

And something to
help me get out of bed.

And something... And something...

Well I've been having the
odd, sort of, panic attack thing.

I... think I'm ok, thanks.

Good choice. Just say mostly no.

So this is joy, is it?

Nice to meet you at last, joy.

It's ok. Don't worry.

Go on.

Hey, Iris!

Hello, Cameron.

"I saw the Internet. How's Italy?"

Have you ever had a
cocktail on the roof terrace

of the hotel roma antica?

My god.

"So, where are you, really?"

Rome.

"Very good. Very funny."

So, is she with you?

She certainly is.

Miss brook?

"How are you, joy?"

I-I'm ok. I'm... I-I'm ok. I'm...

I need to hear her speak, Cameron.

"She spoke. You heard."

That could be a voice memo.

Ok.

Then no fun and games.

Joy, I'd like for you to
think back to our lessons

so you can answer some questions, ok?

Ok.

A dung beetle walks
into a bar and says...

Excuse me, is this stool taken?

What does "DNA" stand for?

National dyslexic association.

Why did the chicken
cross the mobius strip?

"To get to the same side."

"Ok. So how are we gonna do this?"

Can we try something with a bit
less shrapnel this time, please?

"Meet me at roma
aurelia at 4pm." No, Iris.

We can't do that. We
won't get there in time.

"You're only in bloody Slovenia."

"And you've got a helicopter. Of
course you can, if you skedaddle."

Before things get too convivial,
I do have something to add.

Sorry, who am I speaking to?

Someone who needs more
assurance of good faith before I allow.

Joy Baxter to leave the
premises with her skin on.

Cameron! What the fuck are you doing?

"The usual due diligence."

And it's necessary to do it like that, is it?

Does hurting her prove
something about you

that we don't already know?

Might prove something to Iris.

Oddly, it won't! Cameron!

It's ok, joy. He's not
gonna do this anymore.

Because if he does, he's
not gonna get what he wants.

And what he wants, he
wants very, very much.

Show me the book, please, Iris.

"Your face in the picture. Stick
out your tongue. Close your left eye."

"Iris. Do it, quickly! Cameron!"

"Cameron!"

There we are. Everybody happy?

Is that the actual diary?

Of course it is. Let her go.

And we'll have no more of that.

We're not fucking barbarians.

Iris, you still there?

Roma aurelia. 4pm.

Ok.

You were telling the truth.
So let's go and get joy Baxter.

We've got five minutes. We'll be there.

This, please.

Nico!

Grazie. Arrivederci.

I see them.

We're here!

The traffic was mental, but we're here.

"Hop on the bus in front
of you. The one to tivoli"

come on. Don't make me get on a bus.

Why don't we do it on a
train? I quite like a train!

I'll text you the stop
you need to get off at.

What?

Nothing.

I know what nothing looks like.

That's not nothing. She
must be watching us.

Well, we don't have a choice

because I'm stupid and I gave her a job.

I'll be watching. You won't be alone.

Goodbye, joy. Good luck.

I hope you manage to
put this all behind you.

I think this is it.

Iris knows how to pick a
rendezvous, doesn't she?

"Meski, is there anything?"

Not yet.

Be patient.

Why can't you sleep? You know.

Stuff goes round and
round my head. What, like...

All the embarrassing
things you've ever done?

All your own cringe
come back to haunt you.

Something like that, yeah.

You?

Yeah.

You know who Neil Armstrong was?

Spaceman. Walked on the moon.

Well, I think about him quite a lot.

I think about when he
stepped on the moon.

He was basically an
ambassador for the entire species.

The whole world was watching.

So, it's got to be a candidate.

For the most optimistic
moment in history.

But do you know who history forgot?

Sigmund rascher.

Is he the one that said that
men want to... Diddle their mums?

No. Different Sigmund.

This one was a Nazi.

He spent his scientific career

freezing human beings
to death in ice baths.

And suffocating other human
beings to death in pressure chambers.

He was a monster.

But without that research,

we would never have
known about the tolerances

of the human body in extremis.

And the spacesuits that
the NASA programme used.

For the Apollo programme
could never have been made.

No Sigmund rascher, no Neil Armstrong.

No worst of us... No best of us.

So I think about that sort of
thing quite a lot when I can't sleep.

All the enormities we foist on each other.

All the iniquities and the horrors.

And I wonder if it all
evens out in the end.

"Heads up."

Almost there. I can see
them. How're you getting on?

Almost good to go.

You look nervous.

Yeah-duh.

How are you, joy? Are you ok? I'm good.

Yeah, I'm alright.

This will all be over soon.

How was the bus?

It was actually really nice.

Where's the book?

I'm taking joy home, but
I'm not giving you the book.

You see that?

I do.

That's mine. It's armed.

Meski's the pilot.

She sends her worst
regards, by the way.

Hey, meski.

So, if I don't give you the diary, you-

riddle you with bullets, type of thing.

Cameron, this is Nico.

All she cares about is getting joy home.

She doesn't give two
hoots about you, or me.

And definitely not the bloody diary.

Which is why she will
burn it if she has to.

Even if I beg her to stop.

You don't have the right to do
this just because it frightens you.

It should frighten you, too. It does.

But burning a book
doesn't mean it not true.

And if the book ends up burning us?

Well that's not a
judgement you get to make.

Ok, Nico. Chocks away.

Once it's lost, it's gone forever.

All those lives it could save,
Iris, you're burning them too.

Say the word.

Ok, meski, stand down.

You, arsonist, mask
woman, you can stop too.

You can stop too.

Ok. Off you go.

And what about you?

What will they do to you? Honestly?

Don't worry. I'll think of something.

Go on, off you go. Remember
to drink lots of water.

Eat the rainbow.

Well, that's that, then.

Look after her, keep her safe.

Yeah. Try and die yeah. Try and die

in some terrible accident, or something.

It's really horrible, having to hate you.

Did you get it?

His DNA?

It's from his hairbrush. Good girl.

Yes!

So, you were right, you bitter old meanie.

It was the only way to
play the hand she had.

I thought you were gonna let it burn.

Yeah. That was a bit tricky.

Please tell me you've got them.

Of course. Marking them now.

It's a big old bloody risk.

Diary.

They've picked up the book.

They know we're watching them.

Well, she'd be worried if we weren't.

Let it play out.

What? Hi, joy.

Nice to see you.

Let's go!

Don't let me down, Cindy.

Watch your fingers.

Shit!

Come on Alfie, come on.

"What's happening?" Countermeasures.

Counter what bloody measures?

"They're trying to lose us
by taking out the drone."

How?

Fuck! Brute force.

"Don't lose them." I don't intend to.

Damn. They're way faster!

How long till the tunnel?
Less than a kilometre!

Shit, shit. I missed it.

Come on.

Cindy, come on, come on.

Nico, how much longer have we got?

Not long.

Come on, sweetie.

Quite soon, yeah? It is soon!

Last chance. Come on, Alfie!

Shit.

Almost there!

Go! Now!

Yes! Yes!

Yeah! Yes!

"What's happening?"

They've stopped in the tunnel.

"Can you see them?"

"Have you got them?"

Shit! "Meski?"

We can camp here for the night.

Ok?

Ok, if you can repeat the question
in the answer, sort of thing?

And that way, it'll have a
really nice, professional vibe.

Yeah? Ok.

Yeah. Is that what they do?

It is, yeah.

You ready to go.

You got this.

Ok.

Rolling!

So, tell us who you are.

Joy Baxter.

Sorry...

My name is joy Baxter.
Amazing. Well done. You're a...

You're a natural.

So, joy...

can you tell me in your own words,

what happened to you
over the last few days?

I suppose what happened is a few
days ago I was basically kidnapped.

'There was this bloke called Cameron.

'He took us to this massive base.

'Locked me in, showed
me this big computery thing

'and then tried to swap me for a book.'

'do you think this will work?'

yes.

Because I'm thinking she's
literally the devil, so it might not.

She's literally the
devil, which is why it will.

You should probably stop drinking.

Have a drink. I'm working.

You're fired. Have a drink.

I don't drink. Since when?

Since I lost my job.

UN altro.

Do you ever feel mugged? Of what?

Of little things.

But big little things.

Having kids.

Taking buses.

You like buses now? I do.

It turns out, I like a bus.

Are you married?

Yes.

How long?

For longer than I wasn't.

And has it's been good? Yes.

So, would you say you were happy?

It's not something I think about.

Well, that means you are!

Happiness is like sex and money.

You only say it doesn't
matter if you have enough of it.

Then I'm happy.

But happiness and joy
aren't the same thing.

All I'm saying is, what if
you spend so much time

trying to achieve big things...

You miss the chance
to be part of something...

Small?

Stop drinking now, please.

You're being quite boring.

But consistent.

So... and after all this
time in hiding, Iris...

Why come forward to
have this conversation now?

Well, because if I were to die,

which is beginning to look quite likely,

I need to leave behind a record
of what happened and why.

And this record somehow
connects to the book in your hands.

It does.

So, tell me about that.

It's the diary of professor Jensen lind.

It contains the encrypted
record of discoveries

made by a machine he created.

And there's a lot of good in here.

Profound good, really.

I mean, imagine being able
to grow a new heart, new eyes.

There's a solution to nuclear
fusion, untested, of course.

Superconductors at room temperature.

There's a solution to
the collatz conjecture,

tossed off as a kind of afterthought.

But...

There are weapons
described in here also.

Genetically targeted viruses.

What looks like some kind
of harmonic resonance device

designed to emit seismic waves.

An earthquake generator, basically.

A terrible thing.

Well, would these
weapons actually work.

Well, from what I can tell, yes.

But that's not what frightens you. Is it?

Not even that.

Not even that, no.

So, what does?

The device identified a recurring pattern.

In the cosmic microwave
background radiation.

In bird migrations, in
galactic rotation, in the tides.

In galactic rotation, in the tides.

The rise and fall of the stock market.

The pulsation of the northern lights.

Running through the fabric of reality.

Like a source code.

A source code to what?

The four pillars of
Dharma reduced to one.

The eschaton.

The great annihilator.

Annihilator of...?

What is.

But what does that actually mean?

I'll know as soon as I get
Jensen's DNA sequence from this.

Use it to crack the last key of the cipher.

Giving me access to the
final pages of the diary.

All the way to the end.

Is it possible...

This is all just the delusion
of a troubled man's mind?

Well, it's more than possible,
it's highly probable, almost certain.

But there is a non-zero
possibility that it's not.

And if you can prove
that it's not a delusion?

Then I'm gonna destroy the
machine and Jensen lind with it.

Just to be sure.

Right ascension, 14 hours,
50 minutes, zero seconds.

Declination plus 46
degrees, zero seconds.

Right ascension 14 hours, 50 minutes-

what was that?

What was what?

The words you were muttering.

It's co-ordinates.

Co-ordinates to what?

Nothing.

That doesn't make any sense.

All coordinates lead somewhere.

Very good. Very true. Gold star.

So?

Well, it is coordinates to the
bootes void. The great nothing.

It's basically a big hole in the universe,

Three hundred light years across.

A scale we can't even
begin to comprehend.

We'd go mad if we tried.

Can fit the milky way into
it a billion times, and some.

Well, that can't be true.

Maths don't lie. Only people do that.

It's up there.

In the constellation of bootes.

The herdsman pushes the
plough around the north star.

A big bubble of absolute oblivion.

Can I ask you something?

Course you can. I'm your teacher.

Everything you did to get me back.

Was that actually about me?

Or was it just to get what you wanted?

It was both.

Because... I've been thinking about it.

And you sent me in to
Jensen, which seems...

I don't know... Dangerous, really.

I didn't think he could hurt
you. I thought he'd be sedated.

That makes sense, yeah.

And he didn't hurt you.

No.

He was really kind, actually.

Well, there you go.

See, that's the difference
between Cameron and me.

I respect you enough to tell you the truth.

I don't tell you what you wanna hear.

I know. I know.

And I appreciate that.

Thank you.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What's wrong?

No.

Do you fancy some breakfast?

Yeah.

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