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Please remain in the terminal.

- Do not step onto the concourse...

- Bless you.

Sorry. He's got a touch of flu.

Yeah, it's going round.

Here we are, here you go.
Just have a little lie-down.

- That's it, yeah?

Are you going somewhere nice?

Just getting away for a bit.

Somewhere no-one can find me.

God, that sounds great. Ha.

We're off on holiday,

- to the south of France.
- Oh, nice.

It's a long way by coach.

I know.

It's just, you know...

the environment.

- Yes, we should all think of that.

I don't want to sound
like a twat, but I just...

You know, I do think that we've
all got a responsibility. I just do.

No, you're right, we do. We all do.

- Why did you have him, then?

Sorry?

Nothing uses carbon
like a first-world human.

Yet you created one.

- Er...
- Why? Why would you do that?

He will produce 515 tonnes
of carbon in his lifetime.

That's 40 trucks' worth.

Having him was the equivalent
of nearly 6,500 flights to Paris.

You could have flown 90
times a year, there and back,

nearly every week of your life,

and still not had the same impact
on the planet as his birth had.

- Yeah, but I don't think...
- Not to mention

the pesticides, detergents,

the huge quantity of plastics,

the nuclear fuels used to keep him warm.

His birth was a selfish act.

It was brutal.

You have condemned others to suffering.

In fact, if you really cared...

what you'd do is cut his
throat open right now.

- Excuse me?
- Or I could do it for you.

I could take out my knife,

make an incision in his neck, walk away.

I'd get my coach over there

and you would have done more than
your bit for the future of humanity.

I could do it now.

But look at me chatting. I
think they're about to leave.

I hope he gets over that flu.

But maybe he just shouldn't.

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They are sleeperagents.
Trained. Brainwashed.

If I am chosen, I will receive a call.

I will go to a car park in
Denham. A car will be waiting.

Inside is an extremely deadly
variant of Russian influenza.

Tell Geoff to announceV-Day.
Everything's going to be fine.

They know. So, we have to pay.

20 million in cash is large.

A year's
worth of Thoraxin, Becky.

It's not a cure, but it's
taking care of the symptoms.

- Eat my fucking chip!

You turned me into a ghost.
What if I did the same to you?

- Run, Jessica! Please!

Janus stops the vaccine from working.

- No, that's not...
- Listen to me.

The flu vaccine we have
is practically useless.

- Commence.
- Call him back now! Stop him!

You can't shoot me. I'm the
only one who knows who he is.

No, no, no, no, no!

Milner!

- They've said he won't make it.
- What?

- Really?
- Mm.

- Jessica? How's she?
- Not good. She hasn't said a word.

She meets her dad for the first time,
and he tries to kill her brother.

God. Families, eh?

What are we going to do about Grant?

Oh, Dugdale said he'd have him.

Give him a stable environment or something.

You know this is all your fault?

Well, you can get your mates to
start putting it right now, can't you?

Yeah.

We should talk about that.

The mother of Ian Johnson

is expected to make an appeal today
for her son to give himself up.

Ian Johnson is wanted for
the murder of Joe Ducasor

and for the murder of Roy
Johnson, his own brother.

Theresa Johnson will be speaking
later at a press conference

in an attempt to persuade
her son to hand himself in.

Right, so, I just spoke to Leah,

and it turns out things are bad.

The person Milner called is
trained to release Russian flu

from five secret locations
all around the world.

Now, we have no idea who he is,

but the plan is that he
does it just before V-Day,

which should give us 90 days to find him.

But Leah says that if he feels
his mission is in any danger...

there's a secondary protocol.

Tell him the secondary protocol.

The secondary protocol
is release immediately.

He'll start to get the
locations of the flu canisters,

and when he has them all...

Well, that's it.

Now, he'll be watching.

The Network, media, everything.

If the slightest hint gets out
that we know, millions will die.

Which means we can't use
The Network to find him.

- Then how do we find him?
- Well...

We have to do it. Us.

Look, there's three of these men.

The one that gets chosen
goes straight into hiding.

Now, I met one of the three; Paul.
He works in a shopping centre.

We go there,

and if he's not around, well, then we know

he's the one we're looking for.

Ian...

We've had our differences,

and there's things that I am...

sorry for.

But we're on the same side now.

Just to be clear, Wilson.

We're not on the same side, OK?

Oh, and don't start calling
them "the three", OK?

It's not Lord of the fucking Rings

and you're not a hobbit or a
fucking space goblin, right?

OK, I can see two ways.

So you've got four people...

who need six eggs.

You can work out how
many eggs for one person.

- Yeah, that would be four into six...
- What are you doing that for?

I want to keep up my schoolwork.

Why don't you join us, Grant?

- No, no, no. You put that back.

Put it back, Grant.

- Grant! You put that back!
- Nah.

- I don't think I will.

IAN: So was it fun being with them?

Did you get a kick out of it, Wilson?

Are you angry with me?

Because you betrayed us and joined
the people that killed my brother?

I lost my dad, Ian.

You do remember that?

Shit.

- That's Paul. He's still here.
- Fuck.

So... it's not him, then. So we've
got no idea who we're looking for.

What are you doing with that?

Is that a silencer? Jesus, Wilson!

- He's trained to release a virus.
- But we can't just kill him!

It's OK. Leah can cover this.

That's not what he's talking
about. You wanna just execute him?

You do understand what he's trained
to do? I mean, you do get that?

- He's not the one!
- And what if there's another plan?

How do we know that he's
not some kind of backup?

And how long do we have
before somebody realises

- that Milner is dead?!
- Wilson!

Wilson, this isn't you.

It just isn't.

Look.

We go to his house,
right? We... we break in.

We find stuff out.

But we're not killers.

- Nothing.
- Piss on his bed.

What?

It needs to look like a
burglary. Piss on his bed.

I'm not pissing on his bed.

- Oh, my God. You have changed.

Eurgh. Oh.

- Here.
- Let me see.

With the new OS, there are
glitches, so if he hasn't...

Yes! In through the camera roll.

And that is why you should
always update immediately.

I take it back. You haven't changed.

There's just one number.

Dobri Gorski.

Gorski? That's Donaldson's professor.

He's the bloke that told
Donaldson about Jimmy Deesh.

Yeah, but he's dead.
He... he died last week.

Well, that's odd, because he
called this phone yesterday.

- It must be available somewhere.

I've tried. No-one even knows
about it. It's top secret.

I even thought to reconstruct it myself,

but, er... molecular
chemistry's a tricky fucker.

- I've got about...

oh, four days' worth left.

I've made a decision, Ian.

I know I can't ask, but...

I'd like you to be there.

No.

- No, no. There must be another way.
- There isn't.

There isn't, Ian.

And it's my choice.

Not yours.

Oh, yeah. Ha. I'd forgotten about all that.

Turns out Dobri Gorski isn't dead.

He's in custody for murder.

What about the hit and run?

That's who he murdered.

The police station. It has to be
you and me, Becky. Ian can't be seen.

I'll call Leah. She'll get us access.

Jesus Christ! What the fuck...

Terrence? I wasn't expecting
you. Er... not yet, I mean.

- Sh.

Where is it?

There's been a change of
plan. I need the locations now.

It's...

It's in here, actually, behind the
fireplace, top left-hand corner.

Two? Just two locations?

That's all I did. Trager has the others.

There's no need for a gun.

No. No, Terrence.

Please don't. No!

Sit back now.

What are you doing?

What I'm trained to do.

I won't talk, Terrence.
I won't tell anyone.

You've still got her blood on you.

Exista trei proteine diferite...

Stop that.

Stop that now.

We need to get to know each other.

Do you understand that?

We need to communicate.

She's dead, Jessica.

I saw her go.

Ah.

Ah.

Mmm.

Don't move a fucking muscle.

Jessica?

Jessica Hyde?

That you?

I've got a good grip on these tubes, Jess.

Think if I yank them out, them
doctors will get in quick enough?

If you hurt him, one second later,
you stop breathing. Understand?

Oh, I understand.

So why don't you come round where I can
see you, see if we can't resolve this?

You're prettier than your photo.

Take your hand off those tubes
and I'll let you walk out.

Nothing scares me.

Nothing in the world.

Except him.

He wants me dead, Jess.

I'll count to three.

You let go.

I'll put this down.

- He's not gonna make it, Jess.
- One.

- We'd be doing him a favour.
- Two.

Three.

Oh...

- Becky.
- Oh!

Ah, man, I have such a headache.

Oh!

You got a boyfriend?

Cos I think you freaky...

and I like you a lot.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

Mm-hm.

So, they, er... they picked Dobri up drunk.

Said that he found
someone, same age, build,

drove a HGV truck on his skull,

and then he...

Oh, fuck.

He took a hammer and a nail and
individually cracked out his own teeth

and put them inside the man's head.

What was he scared of?

Sort of takes me back, this, you
and me. We made a good team, Becky.

- So if you did want to talk about...
- Let's just do this, Wilson.

Please.

You get me out of here.

Please.

- You're safe. It's a police station.
- Safe? I'm not fucking safe!

I'm not safe here. I'm not safe anywhere!

- Why? Who are you scared of?
- Fuck.

We're going to help, OK?
We're going to find this guy.

You fucking stupid?

You not find him! You never find him!

I knew this was coming.

I gave my life to Janus.

But now it's here...

and I...

I want to keep my shitty life.

Why? You think he's going to kill you?

Why?

Why... Why would he do that?

I trained them.

I know who they are.

- Dobri.

We saw Paul Simpson.

It's not him.

Tell us the names of the other two, please.

We'll find him.

I tell you...

you protect me, eh?

You can't protect me.

No-one can protect me.

Paul Simpson.

Terrence Truman.

Michael Johns.

They are the three.

- Now you hide me?
- Look, you're safe here.

There's a whole police station
above you. 12 SCO19 officers...

Oh, that will not stop
him! Do you not listen?

How could you do that?

How could you shoot at people you love?

The world's full of love.

Billions of people
loving billions of others.

All that love will turn to
dust when our resources die.

I've seen what people are capable of
when they feel they're losing everything.

Look around.

Do you really think we're so far from that?

Michael Johns is still at his
job in an estate agent in Penge.

We've sent someone to him.

And I've also taken care of
Paul Simpson at the shopping centre.

Where did you say? The back?

Er... no, I... I can't see anything.

It's Terrence. That's
who we're looking for.

Two more.

Great. Just one more to go.

It's a nice cover, this.

- The fish stall.
- Yeah, nice.

I've got a fucking Fields Medal, you know.

I'll be glad when all
this is over. My wife...

Bad news. He's killing people.

Last night this man, Danny
Silbert, died in the bath

an unfortunate lesson in why
water and electricity do not mix.

He was posing as a lecturer, but he
was actually a Network virologist.

Terrence's DNA was found at the scene,

and then this man was
shot dead this morning.

Again, he was with us.

John Trager. He was quite an
accomplished mathematician, actually.

We know these men visited Roseira,
Ratanda, Laishui, and Hartwell, Georgia.

Terrence is gathering the locations.

He's enacting the secondary protocol.

He's going to release the virus now?

It would appear so, dear.

Call me "dear" again, and
I'll cut your face off.

So who's got the last location?

That's exactly what we
have to find out, d...

Are they linkedin any way?
The dead men?

They were at the same university.

What, we have to go through all this?

I thought it was best to be thorough.

What would you have done...

in the van, if I did try and shoot Paul?

You don't think it's ever justified?

Where can it lead?

Look at Milner.

Look at Grant.

Once you kill, I...

- I don't think you come back.
- Milner said...

when she took life, it felt like she was...

bleeding inside.

I don't know. Maybe you
can come back. I mean...

things change.

Look at us.

Well, we're talking, Ian.

Where's Becky?

What the fuck are we doing here?

Are you all right, Geoff?

This...

is a detailed confession of
everything I've been involved in.

I'm getting out. Brazil.

I've got friends there.

But we'll never be safe
unless we bring them down.

This is explosive, but it
needs to be corroborated by you.

I'm gonna give you this and an address,
and when I'm gone, you send it there.

And you get five million.

What about your wife and kids?

I've thought about that, and I...
I think they'll be fine, I really do.

And I'll send for them later.

And, er... my family?

Did you forget about them?

Michael! What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing? Jesus Christ!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Stop it!

- Aah!
- You!

You listen to me, you weaselly gobshite!

You dragged me screaming into this filth,

and now you want me to get you out?

Well, you're gonna stay
where you are. You get it?

You're gonna stay smiling, grinning,

do what you're told, or
I'll fucking kill you myself!

- What you doing?
- French.

French?

French don't stop bullets.

- French won't fucking help you when...
- Grant.

Stand up and come here.

I asked you to come here.

Now, you're a young man.

I can't tell you what to do or what to say,

but I do not want you scaring Alice.

Do you understand?

I asked if you understood.

Yeah. Sorry.

And while you're in this house, you
will not turn the air blue. You got it?

- Sorry, Mrs. Dugdale.
- Now, I want you to go upstairs,

get the knife, and bring it back
down to the kitchen where it belongs.

And behave!

Yes, Mrs. Dugdale.

And Grant?

You can call me Jen.

You didn't tell her about us.

I'm sorry about your brother, Ian.

Thank you.

- I'm sorry about yours.
- He's fighting like a bastard.

Is it weird to say I'm proud of him?

Why didn't you tell her?

It didn't seem right.

That's fair.

I understand.

There's a cupboard over there.

- What?
- We could go inside.

- You and me.
- Are you serious?

There's nothing wrong with two people
in pain holding onto each other.

Jesus fucking Christ,
Jessica. I'm with Becky.

OK? I'm with Becky.

But not forlong.
We both know that.

I found it. I... I fucking found it!

OK, we've been looking for
connections with other students;

mathematicians, virologists
and whatnot, right?

Well, it turns out
Donaldson studied there too,

and guess who was a professor
to all three of them?

Oh, Christ.

Dobri. Dobri Gorski.

Help me! Help me!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Get me out of here! Get me...

There was a break-in
at Dobri's house last night.

It's safe to assume Terrence
now has the last location.

Oh, my God. So, he... he's
gonna go Fat Man on him?

- Now? It's actually happening?
- No, no. No, no.

- This is good news.
- How the fuck is this good news?

Don't you understand?
This is an opportunity.

He will release the virus here first.

So he's on his way to Denham right now.

How does that help? We know
it's a car park. But which one?

Dobri was there. He will have
parked. We check his credit card.

But what if he paid cash?

Then we are all very fucked, dear.

They know where Terrence is
going. We're closest, Jessica.

It's a car park in Denham. They
think he's going there right now.

I can't leave him alone.

I can't leave him.

Look, the others are coming
back. They'll be 40 minutes.

I can't do this on my own.

Jessica, please.

Right. Right.

Right.

- Aah!
- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Terrence? What are you doing?

Terrence, please.

Terrence, don't release it!

The vaccine doesn't work.

It's gonna kill millions.

Don't. Don't!

- Please.

Terrence! Terrence!

Please.

What can you see?

Marius.

He's... he's just grinning at me, Ian.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

Just look at me.

Has he gone?

This...

is Nembutal. Strictly speaking,

I should take it with an antiemetic,
but I think it should be OK.

- Jesus Christ, Becky. Please stop.
- No. It's today.

I'm doing it today.

I've only got two days of Thoraxin left.

I just want to spend my last
hours with someone I love.

Now, I know it's too much to ask of you.

But I am asking.

OK.

Thank you.

OK, everything's arranged.

Er... Jen, I've done the dishes.

Er... do you want anything else doing?

Er... no. Why don't you go in
with Alice and do some schoolwork?

It's... it's OK, Grant. She'll help you.

- Yeah, OK, OK.
- OK.

- Hello, Mr. Dugdale.
- Er... yeah, hello.

Hello, hello, Grant.

- Yeah, I don't understand it either.
- Let's not question it.

- So... we're all go, then?
- We leave today.

We're... we're meeting Wilson later.

He's got them to get us new
passports, IDs, everything.

It'll be another country tomorrow.

It's a whole new life for all of us.

This is the right thing.

OK.

That's it. All ready to go.

Did they manage to pick up
the other canisters? The virus?

They did. The locations
Terrence had were right.

So that's all...

I can't believe Milner, thinking
it's OK to lose so many lives.

Well, don't try and figure her
out, Wilson. You'll go fucking nuts.

That thinking, though. I mean, losing
that much life is never acceptable.

But losing some is.

There are villages and
towns in remote places;

islands, deserts accessed by one road;

places where a virus could be released,

and controlled,

without risk of spread
to the wider population.

See, she was wrong, Michael.

You don't need a pandemic for
people to take the vaccine.

You just need the fear of a pandemic.

Er...

have you got our IDs? We... we just
want to go now. We have a flight to...

I'm afraid that's not on any more.

We're gonna need you to go home.

"We"?

On my command, that man will
start to execute your family.

Grant first, then Alice. Finally Jen.

There are people putting cameras
up in your house, your work,

where you get your coffee, right now.

We're going to tag you this time.

We're going to make
sure you're watched 100%.

You'll be watched in your sleep.

We have to do this, Michael.
Look at Alice and Grant.

What kind of future do you
want for people like them?

Wilson.

Jesus Christ.

- Don't...
- I promise you, I'll be better than her.

When all this is done,
I'll let you go. All of you.

Count on that.

Wilson, Wilson. Wilson.

Don't... don't do this.

Please. This is not you.

No.

I don't think I am me.

Not any more.

Take your family home.

Now.

- You are filthy.
- I'm getting up.

Go and get me a drink.

I'm just getting some champagne.

You... you're doing amazing.

I saw you laughing. It's great.

- Well, I didn't expect you here.
- I...

I just wanted to say bye.

- Are you scared, Becky?
- Yeah.

Sort of... terrified.

But I know it's what I want.

And you think this is right?

For him, I mean?

Have you ever looked into the eyes
of someone you love who's dying?

It's not something that leaves you.

You wanted to see me?

Am I supposed to be scared?

So, revenge, is it?

This isn't you, Wilson.

You're not this.

There's no reason to kill me,

and we both know you need a...

Ah... she must stop.

What? Anton, are you... Are you all right?

You asked me to reconstruct
this... what, Thoraxin?

- Yeah, yes.
- It doesn't exist. There is no Thoraxin.

She must stop taking it.

- But then what is it?
- Well... ha!

It... it's a rather complex opiate.

It's mildly addictive, somewhere
between heroin and caffeine.

- Hallucinatory as she took more.
- It's... No, no, hang on. She had...

- What?
- She had shakes, tremors. She had fits.

Yes, yes. Withdrawal. It was withdrawal.

So is she ill?

Well, she has the genetic mutation.

But I have no reason to
believe it has triggered.

I think she's well.

- An opiate?
- Yes.

Why would Donaldson do that?

Well, there are bad people in this world,

people who need to control others.

Becky!

Becky, I just...

No, no, no. Becky? Becky!

Becky! Becky!

Becky?

No. No, no, no. Come on. Becky.

- Come with us now.
- What?

Please.

Oh!

That's it, that's it. It's OK.

It's OK.

- That's it. That's it.

That's it, you're OK. You're OK.

You're not ill. You're not sick. It's OK.

Becky! Becky!

Get the fuck off me! Becky!

Becky! Becky!

- Aah! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Aah! Oh!

Urgh! Urgh!

Oh! Oh!

Ah! Oh!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

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