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♪ Feels like fire ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ Dreams are like angels ♪

♪ They keep bad at bay ♪

♪ Bad at bay ♪

♪ Love is the light ♪

♪ Scaring darkness away, yeah ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ Purge the soul ♪

♪ Make love your goal... ♪

Morning, Michael.

Do you know who Maslow is, Michael?

You don't mind if I call you Michael, do you?

You can call me Sebastian.

Maslow originated the "Hierarchy of Needs".

Now, that's the theory human beings
are motivated by a set of requirements

which can be expressed...

in the form of a pyramid

with the most basic physiological needs
at the bottom

and then passing through...

safety, belonging

esteem, self-actualisation

and then rather loftily at the top,
self-transcendence.

Now, you will be fed and watered

except on the days
when I need to operate on you, of course.

And you'll have a roof over your head

and the room will be a constant 22 degrees.

Each room in the compound
has reinforced glass and fingerprint access

and there are guards on every door

so you will feel safe.

You belong to us.

Now, not in the sense of possession

but rather as a member of our family,
of our mission

and I hope that through that
you will achieve esteem, because you are...

important to us.

And I hope that through that

we can mine the potential
that lies inside you

and you will achieve self-transcendence,
where your value to yourself

is far exceeded by the greater good.

The very top of the pyramid...

imagine that.

Didn't they sacrifice people
at the top of pyramids?

Only if the gods demanded it.

I look forward to more of our little chats,
Michael.

You can have them by yourself,
cos I ain't staying.

No, no. Even if you could escape,
which I very much doubt

we've found you once
and we'll find you again.

I told you we'd find you, Michael.

I have so missed our little chats.

Target secured.

Good work.

There'll be a police escort
waiting for you in Manchester.

They'll take you to your air-evac.

I don't need a chaperone.

Their town, their rules.

And they don't respect
the chain of command.

Do the racing vehicles pose any risks?

Only to themselves.

Good.

I'm calling off your support.

The Manchester boys don't need to know
the value of your cargo.

Sir.

Pursuit vehicles, return to base.

Kaye. Why do they want Michael so bad?

There's no time to explain,
I've just got to get him back.

Kaye.

Kaye?

I hope he's worth it.

They're gonna get me out.

This is a three-and-a-half-tonne
prison truck, Michael.

I'm afraid no one's getting in or out

so it's imperative that you trust me,
and do exactly what I say.

Why should I trust you?

Do you ever question your choices?

Like a soldier realising he's fighting
for the wrong side.

Enough of your shit.

My loyalties are no longer with Brookeheath.

They're only interested in monetising
the cure.

Professor Newman
has pulled the wool from my eyes.

Helen's dead.

She was in an induced coma.

I managed to revive her temporarily.

Her entire research was focused on
why you were the one person

who didn't get sick.

She spent months poring over
your biometric data.

Looking for the glitch.

For that grain of sand that might someday
turn into a pearl.

We now think the answer's in your past.

If I can find out exactly what it is

then I can find a cure for everyone,
without Brookeheath.

So, please, Michael

will you help me?

You wanna help her, don't you?

If you really wanna help, we should.

Kaye's just lost her sister.

That guy of hers is probably
the only person she's got left in the world.

Mum, I said I don't mind.
- Yeah, I know.

Calling all racers.

Kaye needs our help.

- They're behind us.
- What the fuck?

Where'd they come from?

I know we've all got a race to win
but there's a Brookeheath truck.

We have to stop it and get Michael back.

Sorry, not our problem.

No, no, no, we need to help.

I can see them.
They're about two miles back.

Look at that thing,
it's got a bulletproof windshield...

sixty mil homogenous steel shell

and I think they come with Bluetooth
as standard.

Yeah, but is it waterproof?

Why don't you just try
tossing banana skins at it?

That's a great idea!

That is a good idea.

We have to help them.

Roman, we are in sixth place.

Michael could potentially be the cure
for the virus.

What?
- It started at a place called Kiloran.

He was the only one that didn't get sick.

Brookeheath, they've already torn him apart
trying to figure out why.

How can you be so sure?

Brookeheath was the system
me and Linus hacked

and look what happened to him.

Why couldn't you just look up pornography
like a normal teenager?

Hang on...

what if I play the sexy hitchhiker?

Alright, enough - I don't need your help.

We've lost enough people in this race.

What's wrong with her?

Fine.

- Proper moody and that.
- I've got an idea.

What about the bazooka?
- Careful, darling.

I thought the idea was to save Michael,
not blow him up.

Those guys said the truck
was 60 mils thick, right?

Yeah. "Those guys" are morons.

Well, these are armour-piercing
up to 50 mils.

So it should be able to stop
the truck but not kill Michael.

Do we need to get in front
so you can fire it backwards again?

If you wanna help,
pass it through the window.

That's probably for the best,
after what happened last time.

Go on.

I thought she didn't want our help.

I don't want your help.

I want your bazooka.

What if we need it later?

Oh, come on - future of humanity,
or selfish bitch.

Selfish bitch.
- Zane?

He's with me.

Alright, Mum, deciding vote.

You're like the head judge on Strictly.

You seriously think there's a chance
of finding a cure?

There's a reason they want him.

Then we've got to do it.

Zane, slow down.

Fucking Strictly.

The safety's on but it's really sensitive,
so be careful.

You got it?

Got it.

Easy now...

It's loaded.

Good.

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to the radio ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
to the radio ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
to the radio... ♪

Right, let's go back
to the day of your accident.

We need to go through everything again.

We've been through this.

Yes, and we're gonna go through it again
until we find the answer that we need.

Molehills can be mountains,
acorns can be oaks.

I need full disclosure.

I broke my back.

I was in a car crash.

How did the road feel? Was it wet?

Dirty? Could your wounds have become
contaminated in some way?

Michael, I know this is difficult,
but we don't have much time.

If we get to Manchester,
they'll take you back to London

and they'll rip out your spine.

Right, let's talk about the trials
at the Kiloran Institute.

Now, they were overseen
by Professor Newman

and that's where you first met
her daughter, Kaye.

We do need to assess how much you can feel.

You wanna know how I feel?

Yes.

Like my life's over.

You wouldn't have been offered a place
on this trial if there wasn't a chance.

Now, according to your medical records,
it says you were admitted T-Nine

with no sensation from the waist down

but your recovery from the surgery
is nothing short of miraculous.

Now, we know
the clinical trials you were involved in

at Kiloran led to the outbreak.

Every patient was infected except you.

You were discharged, what happened?

I left.

With Kaye Newman?

That's what it says.

And you experienced no further reaction
to the treatment?

No.

Kaye didn't augment the course?

She didn't offer you any supplementary drugs?
- No.

OK. What next?

Kaye went to see her mother and disappeared.

She left me in Cornwall.

And that's when you started a relationship
with the younger sister, Ruby?

I didn't know Helen was ill!
I thought Kaye'd cut me out.

I'm not here to judge you, Michael.

Alright, let's go back further

to the days before the accident.

I don't see what that's got to do
with anything.

Michael, I thought
I'd made myself very clear.

Look, even if what you're saying is true,
about leaving Brookeheath

this isn't my fight.

Then whose is it?

People like you, Helen - scientists.

Yes, and we're doing our bit

but you were the start,
you were Patient Zero

you're the reason why we're all here.
- So it's all my fault?

For wanting to walk again?

No, but it will be your fault
if you walk away.

But then that's what you do,
isn't it, Michael?

That's what our evaluations told us.

In conversation, you hide

you walked away from Brookeheath
and now you're gonna walk away again

and to what?

To sit on a beach and sip cocktails

and pretend not to think about the millions
you've left to die?

This had better work.

It's alright, Kaye.

We'll help you.

That sounded very much like the last
throw of the dice from your friends.

So if you will, I want to go back
to the days before the accident.

12-gauge.

Multi-choke.

Magazine-fed.

Minimal recoil, maximum fire power.

Wanna hold it?

No, I'm alright.

Fucking hold it.

You know you have to do tests
as part of job interviews now?

In my day it was just word of mouth,
shake of the hand and you were in.

That's why things were crap.

Fucking unions,
job for life, all that bollocks.

I'm an entrepreneur

professional

and I only work with other professionals.

Now, you come highly recommended, I know

but I need to know

if you've got what it takes.

Can you keep your head together?

Relax?

When your heart's thumping 20 to the dozen

and your balls have shot up into your gut

and you wanna fucking explode
with the power of it all.

I've done my fair share of work.

I'm not talking about all that
Mickey Mouse moped bollocks.

Smashing shop windows and grabbing
an handful of costume jewellery?

I'm talking about proper work.

Four wheels, two barrels.

What do you reckon?

You ready to make some serious money?

Yeah. Good lad.

Michael?

Michael.

I was robbing a bank.

We do this right, you won't need it.

I've got a family, remember?

Nothing's gonna happen
that stops me getting back to them.

So just relax, right?

Nobody gets hurt, then.

You looking at?

Come on.

Shit...

Why wasn't this in the files?

Keep your ears open

and your mouths shut.

Anyone looks at me

I'm the last fucking thing you'll ever see.

Good. Bag it up.

One minute!

- Bless you.
- Who said that?

Who said that?

I did.

30 seconds!

Say it again.

I only said "bless you" because...
you sneezed.

Bless me?

Why?

Cos I'm a sinner
and you're the fucking pope?

Easy now, we're almost there, man.

You want me to get down on me knees, do ya?

Kiss your fucking ring?

I didn't tell you to stop packing.

I got what I deserved.

If I'd have stuck around,
I could've stopped him

I could've shot him.

If I hadn't done the job in the first place,
maybe none of this would've happened.

He sneezed?

Did he have hayfever? Allergies?

What has that got to do with anything?

You said he sneezed.
Now, why did he sneeze?

I don't know.

He had a cold.

Of course...

It's a highly contagious viral infection.

You've had the strain of the cold virus
in your body during the operation.

That triggers your immune system

which releases antibodies
to fight the cold virus.

The antibodies also inhibit
the vector surface proteins

and the vector cannot enter
your cells and replicate...

♪ You're twistin' my melon, man ♪

♪ You know you talk so hip, man
You're twistin' my melon, man ♪

♪ Call the cops ♪

♪ Hey, rainmaker... ♪

Oi, drop your cocks and pick up your guns.

Looks like our guest from the South
decided to make an appearance.

Brookeheath, eh?

What you got in there?

Gold? Frankincense?

Something valuable, I'm guessing.

Why else would you be needing a chopper?

You know your back left indicator's out?

I could fine you for that.
- You letting me through or not?

Course I am.

We're all on the same side, aren't we?

You know where you're going, don't ya?

Don't stray from the path.

Can't be too careful round this way.

You need to trust me, Michael.

You're not going to London.
You and I are going back to Kiloran.

The fuck!

Shit!

Fuck!

Woah, woah, woah!

Prom queen's got a gun.

You're in no condition to be doing that.

Keep moving.

We can help ya.
- Yeah, yeah. I know how karma works.

I burst a bunch of tyres

and now mine's burst randomly
for no reason at all.

I almost run you down
and now you want revenge.

Au contraire.

Au contraire, mademoiselle.

You almost running us over blessed us
with a newfound appreciation for life.

Ours, yours,
that little bundle you got in there...

and changing your tyre

would be the least we can do in return.

Alright.

Well, get out and change it then.

Yep. Here we go.

Keep your hands where I can see them.
- Jazz hands.

Looks like... almost like a nail.

That's close enough.
- Alright.

Look, why don't you sit down
and let us do this?

No.

You want a massage?

Look, I'd like to think I know
a little something about crazy.

No shit.

You're, what - 36, 37 weeks along?

Thirty eight.

Honey, you gotta get yourself to a hospital.

I'm a doctor, trust me.

People do natural birthing all the time.

Yeah, not in moving cars.
- What's the alternative?

Miss out on the race and stay here?

Raise a child in a world
where there are monsters and curfews

and people who will do anything to survive?

I'd rather take the risk.

Come with us, let us look after you.

So the secret, Cheese...

is you grab the shaft with both hands
and then you tickle the nuts.

That way it stays on, you see.

Why you gotta say things like that, man?

All done.

Well done, son.

Watch out, man's coming through
on a wheelie ting.

I'm doing this on my own.

Come on, now.

No matter who you are

or what you do to live, thrive or survive

there's some things...
- Oh!

...that make us all the same.

You. Me.

Them. Everybody.

♪ Do, do, do, do-do, do, do, do ♪

♪ Dun, dun, dun, dun-dun, dun ♪

♪ Everybody needs somebody ♪

♪ Everybody needs somebody to love ♪

♪ Someone to love ♪

♪ Someone to miss ♪
- ♪ Someone to miss ♪

♪ Sugar to kiss ♪
- ♪ Sugar to kiss ♪

♪ Cos I need you, you, you
In the morning ♪

♪ You, you, you ♪
- ♪ When my heart's on fire ♪

♪ You, you, you ♪
- ♪ Whoo! I need you, you, you... ♪

Ooh!

I need to get after Michael.

Manchester's rough.

We're coming with you.

Look, it's alright.

Roman told us how important Michael is.

I really appreciate your help

but you've both got families.

You should be concentrating on
winning the race

not taking any more risks.

Your sister died saving us.

I don't forget stuff like that.

It's what separates us from the mooks

sacrifice, altruism and guts.

We're all in this race
cos we wanna get out of this shit.

What's the point in winning if we lose
everything that matters?

From what Roman says

saving Michael will stop another family
losing someone they love.

I'd say that's a chance worth taking,
wouldn't you?

But once we get Michael back

the gloves are off again.

Every team for themselves.

Agreed?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thank you.

Word of advice, junior...

If you're a boy

don't make the mistake of thinking
you can solve every girl's problems.

And if you're a girl, don't expect a man
to fix everything for you.

Wow. That is incredibly profound, y'know.

Cos, like, even though I'm a boy

I think maybe I do expect men
to fix things for me.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm good with electrical things.

But, like, plumbing,
I really struggle with that shit.

And plants, anything to do
with plants actually, I don't like plants.

What the fuck are you doing in my car?

Thought maybe
I could be your birthing partner, innit.

What do you know about birthing?

Right, when the rumour of the mooks
first started, yeah

my sister was eight months pregnant.

I was stuck with her for three weeks, mans,
just the two of us, no escape.

You delivered her baby?

No, man, that's my sister!
I don't want to see all that.

We just watched loads of Call The Midwife.

Let me tell you this -
giving birth is actually a piece of piss.

You ain't got nothing to worry about.

This music is good, y'know.

Very ambient.

Very relaxing, actually. What is it?

It's whale song.

Whales...? Fishes can't sing.

They're not fish. They're mammals.

I never knew that.

Here's me thinking
I was gonna help you out, innit. Haha!

- Are you sure about this?
- Yeah.

Whenever we had to move freight after dark

it was always Officer Darby
who sorted it for us.

Boss!

Hi.

Alright, Lou Lou.

Aren't you supposed to be
representing us in the Wacky Races?

Yeah. Detour.

We need to get after that truck
you just let through.

Yeah? Why's that then?

It's got my friend Michael inside it.

Is he sick or something?
- No.

Then why would Brookeheath

want to airlift him out of here
in the middle of the night?

Airlift him from where?
- Why the fuck should I tell you?

Come on, Darby.
- Don't "come on, Darby" me.

You're asking me to break the curfew.

I should arrest you just for being out here.

Go on then.

Yeah, you're not going to, are you?

Because if you were going to,
you'd have done it already

so stop dicking about.

Listen, I get it, right?

I'm a businesswoman

I know you're holding out for a price

so how about this?

You said they're being airlifted
out of here, right?

Yeah.
- Right. You radio ahead.

You tell 'em there's a security breach
and they need to redirect

via my factory.

Then you let us through,
and when we've done what we need to

you get to keep the factory.

Sue and I bought it when Salford
was on its arse.

The machinery alone's worth
a few hundred thousand now.

We're racing to win or we die trying.

Either way, we're not coming back.

Welcome to Manchester.

Know where you're going, don't ya?

- Everyone know what they're doing?
- Yeah.

We're picking a fight with a private security
psycho and a couple of dirty cops.

Yeah, well, we've got the numbers

and we're on home turf.

Here, take my spare.

Let's do this.

We're here.

Get out of the truck.

Is there a problem?

Where's the helicopter?

That's what I wanna know.

Get your boss on the radio.

Something wrong?

You redirected us.

The chopper was supposed to be here
when we arrived.

Where is it?

Do I sound like
one of those fellas landing planes

with a couple of ping pong bats?

Put your weapons down.

Ladies first.

OK, so this would qualify
as a "Mexican stand-off".

The balance of powers between the two sides
appear to be equal.

Well, that obviously changes things.

Michael cannot go back to Brookeheath.

Kaye, I'm on your side.

You should stick to the microscope.

That means we're back where we were.

Roman, stop talking.

OK.

Someone needs to get the keys.

The keys...?

Oh, right. OK.

I don't care who else you shoot

but you touch my son and I'll kill you.

Hey.
- Hey.

You alright?

Yeah.

You two head for the cars. We'll follow on.

And if he follows?

He won't.

Is there room for a little one?

This is my factory now.
Ain't that right, Lou Lou?

Doesn't mean you have to behave like a dick.

Now, now. Deal's a deal.

And that means everything in here
belongs to me

including him.

And I'm guessing you've gotta be worth
a few quid

for everyone to be going to this much
trouble over you.

So why don't you all
just put down your guns

leave him with me...

and piss off out

or the kid gets it.

We've got to do it, Kaye.

Absolutely not.

Michael is a valuable medical asset.
- I don't care!

Hold on, Mum.

If everyone put down their guns
then Robocop gets a free shot at Kaye

and anyone else he wants.
- Which one's Robocop?

Why don't we just take him out
of the equation?

- But then we lose Michael to Darby.
- Fuck Michael.

Put down your guns.

Can everyone just put down your guns?

Put down your guns!

- I'm not that important, Mum.
- Yes, you are!

Everyone, just put down your guns.

Woah, woah, woah!

What are you doing?

I'm what this is all about...

right?

All of you are here because of me.

So how about we take me out of the equation?

You can all just get back to the job -
the race

and get on with your lives.

Michael, you're too important.

With what we know now,
we could find a vaccine.

So you've got all you need.

No, I need to run a whole new set of tests
on your immune system.

You're a smart guy.

You'll figure it out.

No.

No.

I can't keep letting people die
because of me.

The world needs you.

I need you.

That's why we're here.

And to save the world.

Sixty-forty.

Move, Roman.

Move.

Well, that load of bollocks
puts us back to square one, doesn't it?

Except it doesn't, cos I miscalculated.

Stop moving your bonce.

Get down!

Is he dead?

Yeah.

Nice shooting!

Meg, you alright?

I think I might need
some medical assistance...

Come here.

You OK?

It's the strangest feeling.

It's like falling backwards in slow motion...

Let's get him to the ambulance.

Cleaner's gonna have the right hump
when she comes in in the morning.

Alright, let's get racing.