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I thought I'd been stood up.

Wouldn't be the first time. Traffic jam.

Someone drove their car off the M1.

On purpose.

Fucking selfish pricks holding up the commute.

It's probably the bottle of aspirin, eh?

Mr Coulson?

Repainted last week. No one wants to touch the place.

Agency can't shift it.

Check the fuse box.

Righty-tighty.

I'll give you the greatest hit, shall I?

Neighbours said she heard a shot, then the dog starts barking, then six more

shots. So, most likely, he's woken up when he's heard the window smash, he's

come down the stairs, he's gone to have a look out here, and then he's gone to

have another look out the back here, but that's when he's discovered the shooter,

who ends up there, where you are.

And then it's her arrival that makes him panic, and that's when the gun goes off.

He is the head scratcher, and it's a fucking doozy.

When he gets shot... ..he don't fall down.

He just keeps walking.

He doesn't drop where he should.

He just keeps coming.

Even though he's been shot.

The second shot...

Hits her in the chest, but she doesn't drop either.

She comes down a step or two.

Third shot hits her in the stomach.

She keeps coming.

Fourth shot hits her in the chest.

She still keeps coming.

Shots five and six hit him in the abdomen and the shoulder. And then the

last shot goes through his head... ..up into the ceiling, by which time

he's practically on top of him.

And then he drops the gun.

And then he legs it out of the door with the car keys.

Conversion? Er, yeah.

A starter pistol.

And they said the Olympics wouldn't leave a legacy, eh?

They run at him?

No, no. It was more of a leisurely stroll.

Sokko said they came at him at an even pace, even had him in shock.

They only finally lay down and died when he left the house.

Now, how is it possible for two people to keep walking when they've been shot

three times, one of them in the face?

I told you it was an head scratcher.

You need to go after the property manager.

Man who showed us in. What's his name?

Did you get an address?

The landlord says he hasn't seen him for a week.

The state agency doesn't know where he is. It's hard enough finding this

address.

No family. Mother dead.

Father estranged. Lives abroad.

Deployment records practically non-existent.

Trust fund kid.

She explains this place.

Almost.

Coulson wasn't managing the building at the times of the murders.

He only got the job three days after the shooting.

Turns out Michael Coulson's quite the colourful character.

Been quizzed several times, especially for violent stuff, but nothing's ever

stuck. Seems he genuinely never gets involved.

Just hangs around criminals and crime scenes.

I think he talks other people into doing stuff just because he gets a kick out of

it. And from July last year, he's been seeing a psychiatrist.

Dr. Helen Fisher.

Private sessions about two miles from here.

Think he knows you're on to him?

Well, I don't think he's popped out for 24 hours in a white bag

Yeah, I'll admit this doesn't look brilliant

Okay

Anyone else know you're here?

Just Jim.

Where have you been?

Up north.

You're a man of fucking mystery, aren't you?

What makes you think he's the one?

Been linked to similar things before.

Obsessed with crime scenes.

Means he's a ghoul.

Doesn't mean he's got anything to do with this.

He was seeing a psychotherapist called Helen Fisher.

Might be something in Fisher's notes that'll tell us where he is.

Go back up north, Chris.

Okay, there's a type of depression, dysthymia.

It's long-term, mild symptoms, but it persists over years, so you could pretty

much mumble one-word answers for the first session.

Any day, really.

Um... Yeah.

Now, let me just check.

Yeah, that's fine.

I don't know, mid-morning?

Yeah, what's the address please?

How are you today?

What do you do for a living, Chris?

Could be living off benefits.

Maybe your parents are paying for your therapy.

Don't have a job.

How was this week for you?

Have you done anything fun?

Just shit.

Are you on any medication?

They were giving out venlafaxine like Smarties a while back.

but that might have changed.

I can check.

Venlafaxine.

Venlafaxine. Yeah, I came off it now.

Okay.

You take notes?

Yes.

Sometimes I'll review them for a session.

Why are they kept? They probably won't be under lock and key.

I'm sorry?

But they might be in a different room.

Who knows?

Oh, over there.

Well, they're very safe.

Nothing about you leaves this practice.

Can you tell me what you'd like to get out of these sessions?

I just want to get better.

There's often no one else there.

Of course, if someone were to ring the office, it might get her out of the room

for long enough.

Should have stayed up North, Chris.

People who suffer from depression often feel they've always felt this way.

Like they're trapped in a cycle.

So what I'd like to do is...

Excuse me, I'm going to get that if no one else will.

Sorry.

They hung up.

Why do people do that?

Mr. Coulson presents a vivid, convincing case that he is a manic depressive, but

symptoms may be comorbid with other... Can't read that.

Disorders? As such, I'm not convinced that he is fully bipolar. I'm treating

him as such while keeping open to real pathology.

Why would someone pretend to have an illness they don't have?

Pots and kettles. He has expressed interest in other patients, general

questions about range of conditions patients are sent to have. Full interest

borders on morbidity, especially in light of his history.

Then there's this.

Coulson for M, suitable subject.

M. Moreland.

I tracked him down, he's retired, but still sees patients now and again in his

home.

Maybe Coulson's one of them.

Strange word.

Subject.

So,

let's go through a typical Chris day, shall we?

Don't do anything.

You must do something.

It's impossible to do nothing.

Fuck. Fuck.

You've been coming here for over a month now Chris, but You can't progress unless

you start to share a bit more about yourself Is there anyone in your life

you have feelings for?

There's a girl

How did you meet her?

We met at a university up north.

I was older. Well, I am older than her and she was in her first year.

I didn't finish. I dropped out and I was just hanging around.

University, going to the bar.

Did you go out?

No.

No, she went out with a friend of mine, Jim.

So that's how I met her.

Have you kept in touch with her?

No, not really.

No, I mean, I sometimes go over to that part of town because it's near where I

live anyway, so... What's she called?

Kathleen. Her name's Kathleen.

Tighten it.

It's got a light.

Yeah.

Can I have a draw on it?

It's really fun.

No,

I can't, cos it's... Sorry, it's my last little bit, so...

Because I haven't got much... I haven't got much left, so...

Hi, Mum.

Yeah, my kids.

Yeah, it's going well.

It's a psychotherapist. It's not a psychiatrist.

Yeah.

And she, she is a... Yeah, it's a woman.

Yeah, it's just about stuff.

Come on, mate. Fucking hell. Jesus, mate.

I should have brought me acid suit.

Christ, honestly, open a window now and again. Give the rats a fighting chance.

I'm kidding.

How are you, man?

Good. Look at this. The booze man cometh.

These are all unwanted samples from work.

What is your poisson?

We got whiskey, ouzo, vodka.

What the fuck is this stuff?

Here you are.

That's for you.

Cheers. Overflowing with gratitude, as ever, I see.

Right, I can't stay.

How's your, um... Oh, yeah, yeah, good.

Better. Running.

Seriously, mate. It works.

Endorphins. Get yourself a good woman.

Or even better, get yourself a bad woman.

Yeah?

All right, man.

How's Kathleen?

Yeah, she's good, yeah.

We're good.

I mean, we've had a few problems, but... Yeah.

Yes, good.

Drink soon, yeah?

Yeah. Get up.

Hello. What do you think about when you're walking?

Just daydreams and stuff.

Dreaming on someone else.

Who are you in your dreams?

Policeman.

Is that something you would have liked to have done?

Yeah. Yeah, I suppose.

And what have you done?

For a living, I mean.

Bits and pieces.

Catering and signing on at the moment.

But in your daydreams, you're someone more exciting.

It's like I'm a policeman and I've taken the blame for something.

Something wrong that someone else has done.

So I'm off the force, but I still solve crimes.

It's really detailed in some ways and really vague in others.

Dreams are like that.

Daydreams too.

Chris.

Chris.

Hey.

Hi. That's so funny.

That's like the second time in this park.

What are you doing?

You're not a kiddie fiddler, are you?

You're out on your morning rounds.

No, no, I come here a lot.

Do you?

Yeah. Don't you live like three miles away or something?

Mm.

How's work?

It's good, yeah.

I've changed schools, so it's better. It's slightly better, yeah.

How about you?

Ah, you know, I'm in between things.

Is that the same bracelet you had at uni?

Yeah, it is.

What a strange thing to remember.

I should get going.

It's good to see you. And you. Yeah, definitely.

I'll see you soon. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sometimes I daydream that I'm undercover in real life.

Like, when I'm here, I pretend I'm undercover and it's part of an

investigation, you know.

When I'm walking, I pretend that I'm trailing someone and it's part of a

case.

I mean, it's harmless, I think.

I know it sounds weird, but I know... Well, I should probably

stop.

Is Kathleen in these daydreams? Yeah, she's like a profile, like a

psychological profile, like forensics.

Yeah. I mean, in real life, she's a teacher.

Anyway, she's really smart, so it suits her.

What about other people?

Like Jim?

Yeah, sometimes he's... I mean, he's another cop.

In real life, he works for a drinks company.

I know it's not real.

I mean, it's nice, but... I know it's not real.

Hello, old chap.

If I was a suspicious fellow, I'd say you were following me.

No, well, I've just seen you at the therapy centre a couple of times.

I just thought I'd say hello.

So you followed me halfway across London?

Yeah, I'm really sorry.

Really, really sorry. Well, it's comforting to know I'm not the nuttiest

person in there.

Yeah, so I better go.

Sorry again.

Hey, what's your name?

Chris. Well, Chris, why don't we grab a coffee?

You can pay.

Make up for the whole, you know, stalking thing.

No, I better go. Buy me a coffee or I'll call the police.

Great.

My name's Michael, by the way.

Michael Coulson.

Come on.

Been to over a dozen therapists, each of them trying to find out the exact nature

of the problem.

That's smarter than all, of course.

Yeah, we were all in hell.

Some of us just don't remember why we've been put there.

There's more to her than meets the eye, you know.

Who? Fisher.

Not exactly clear what's going on, but let's just say she's not exactly

disinterested in her patients.

You know, she wants me to see another therapist.

It's most odd.

Says we'll be the perfect fit.

Very insistent, won't let it drop.

Are you going to go?

Yeah, probably.

Just out of curiosity more than anything else.

See who this super psychologist is.

What's his name, the other therapist?

Morland.

Alexander Morland.

It's quite a grandiose name, isn't it?

Right.

Let's go back to Waterloo.

What line do you need?

Northern. Oh, Christ.

Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.

Get us a cab. I'll pay. Come on.

I'm really sorry, Chris.

I've just found out that I've got... I'm ill.

It's quite serious, I'm afraid, so I'm going to have to take some time off.

I'd like to recommend another person you might consider seeing.

It would give you continuity. You wouldn't feel like you were starting

from nothing.

Christopher.

I think we've made a lot of progress.

This doctor's called Morland.

Dr. Alex Moreland.

When we study to become psychotherapists, we have to undergo

therapy ourselves.

It's part of our training.

And Alex, Dr.

Moreland, he was my therapist.

Christopher, will you consider it?

She says he's right for both of us. It's a stroke you as odd.

I don't know. I just think she wants someone else to pick up where she left

off.

Oh, that's a lot of pills.

Oh, yeah.

I should, uh... I should become a dealer.

Well, that struck me as odd. Very odd.

Oh, I, uh... I was there, you know.

At Morland's. Two days ago.

I won't say any more.

I want to hear your first impressions.

Chin chin.

Trousers down, half a crown.

Christopher? Come in, come in.

Let me take your coat.

Usually my man will be here to take it, but he's on his annual day off.

Did you get here OK?

Yeah, sorry, I was delayed.

The train was... Nationalise the whole bloody thing, I say.

Come up to my lair.

Sorry, place is a bloody mess.

Sign of a creative mind or a lazy sod.

Ah Please sit sit Now just because we're plumbing

the depths of the unconscious mind doesn't mean we can't have a cup of tea

or coffee Tea please Normal tea or some sort of gay tea. We've

got a lot normal length coming up

There you go.

Nectar of the gods.

Now, then.

How are you?

Er, yeah.

It's good of you to come out here to the sticks.

You'll find I have a bit of a different approach to Dr Fisher.

I don't believe in all this awkward silence stuff, you see. If you don't say

anything, I will.

Most people start talking sooner or later just to shut me up.

Do you notice the books?

Seriously.

He's into some weird shit.

Magic. The occult. Weird science.

And the bottle.

There is a bottle. Ask him about the bottle. Seriously.

Weird stuff.

Talking of bottles.

One more. One more. One each. One each. Now, I've been tinkering and, you know,

just researching online.

And all this stuff that Morland's into. You know, topology, maths, magic. It's

all linked, you know. All linked.

Come to this thing tonight.

Ah, no, I don't think... Oh, come on!

Come to this thing!

It's going to be great. There's some really interesting people I'd like you

to meet.

I think you'd get all the cars on fire.

...that was run by the CIA and the FBI.

Burglaries, wiretapping, infiltration, brainwashing... Don't talk to Daniel.

He'll fry your brain. This isn't some bullshit, mind you, like the Illuminati

or Lizardmen at the South Pole controlling the world.

It's heavy.

It's like a child's body.

A fat child.

It's all in 50s.

Of course, I'm 19.

I've got no brains. I don't think to get a cab over to Gav's. I get on the tube.

Fucking hell.

I'm sat on the tube with enough money to buy a fucking house.

Anyway, Gav's got this money counter of a mate's dad who owns a furniture store.

There's 300 rolls of cash.

Takes about an hour, cos the thing keeps jamming.

And we get to the end.

And it's under.

Fucking hell. So we go again, of course. It takes another hour. We have to iron

the fucking money with Gav's mum's iron.

And it's still under. What happens if it's not all there?

It has to be there.

Yeah, but what happens?

It has to be there.

How does it benefit them to beat you up or worse if...

It has to fucking be there.

So the machine's fucked.

We'll have to count it by hand.

We've got a rapid speed on us. And, I don't know, hours later, the sun's

coming up, our fingers and wrists are fucking killing us, we can't see

straight, we're grinding our teeth, we're crying, we're laughing

hysterically at nothing.

We're tapping our toes to the banging of the fucking central heating.

And it's still under.

So what do we do?

Do we run?

Where do we go?

I mean, we seriously entertain going down to the south of France.

I go to the toilet, put some water on my face, and I come back,

and I find Gav on his knees.

And he's...

He's praying.

So I'm about to fuck off, leave him to it.

And then I think, fuck it.

What have I got to lose?

So we're both now on the floor, all this iron cash lying around, and we're

fucking praying to God knows who.

God.

Allah, Buddha, Satan, Odin, Zeus, any cunt that will fucking

listen.

The following morning, we agreed to go round there.

Just come straight out with it and hope that he sees in our eyes that it wasn't

us. So we go over, we show him around the back of the club, and he'll... I

will never forget this for as long as I live.

He's watering potted plants, listening to Radio 2.

Barely looks us.

I give the bag over to his Neanderthal.

And we're totally fucking chickened out about telling him.

For two days, we sat in Gav's flat, staring into space, waiting

for the hammer to fall.

A week later...

He and the rest of the gang went down.

For life.

Now, I don't care what anyone fucking says.

Somebody heard us.

Anyone else got any stories?

How do you know you're not really an undercover cop?

Sorry, what?

I mean, how do you know if they haven't messed with your head somehow and you

really are an undercover cop, but you think you're a normal person?

Hypnosis.

Implanted memories.

The shrinks, man. The head shrinkers. How do you know that?

Because you told me you went to a shrink and you fantasized about being an

undercover cop.

Fucking hell, I thought I was stuck. Have you been talking to Michael?

Where's Michael? What I'm saying is, what if you really are an undercover

cop? You're just imagining that you're a normal person.

You went in too deep, and they flipped you, and now you can't get out.

Hiya. I'm Maria by the way.

Hi.

Thanks.

Do I have to write my number on my forehead?

No, sorry.

What's that?

Hmm? Ah, that.

That is a Klein bottle.

Yes, yes, lovely object.

It has a non-orientable surface, a closed manifold.

Plain English.

It's got no inside or outside.

Look, if you go in a straight line and keep going... You end up on the opposite

side of the glass from where you were.

The outside becomes the inside, and the inside becomes the outside.

Of course, a real one can only exist in four dimensions.

It's like a bottle version of a Mobius strip.

Oh, Christ, well, we'll start there.

Look.

You tear off a strip of paper.

Twist it.

And if you start on one side and keep going, you end up on the other side.

Imagine an ant wandering along the strip.

He'd end up back where he started, without ever crossing an edge or turning

back. Pretty weird for the ant.

Bit like the Ouroboros, which goes back to the Egyptians, then the medieval

alchemists made it their own.

Then it was Jung's favourite, The Eternal Return and all that.

You'll find I'm quite open to woolly ideas.

Not a bad trait for a psychotherapist, I think.

What's that?

Oh, that.

That's a sigil.

It's a magical symbol.

I've had it so long I don't even notice it.

You write down a wish or a desire, then combine the letters into a symbol.

It's supposed to make the wish come true.

I made it when I had... I had a bit of a health scare.

A decade ago now.

And I'm still here.

It'd be tempting fate to take it down.

Who knows?

Looks nice, though, doesn't it?

This is Michael Coulson.

You know what to do.

Right, let's get out of here, shall we?

Well, we're not getting anywhere sat here, are we?

Come on.

Getting better is a creative process.

It doesn't do to keep banging your head against the wall for too long. It's not

scientific.

Not in the modern sense, anyway.

Don't get me wrong.

I've got nothing against rationalism.

When I get on a plane, I hope to bloody God the engineers are rationalists. But

this, what we're doing, trying to get you better, that's alchemy.

Mind your step.

Right here, where we stand right now, is the centre of the magical world.

Of course, that's true of anywhere.

But right in this clearing, a few years back, they found a witch bottle.

17th century, probably.

It had a heart with a nail in it.

William Blake wrote the Book of Thel about 30 miles that way.

John Dee practiced alchemy about 100 miles that way, 500 years back.

And in woods very like these, the New Forest, 1940...

Gerald Gardner and a coven of witches, the good kind, performed a ritual to

stop Hitler invading.

They stripped naked, danced, and chanted, You cannot cross the sea!

You cannot come!

It worked.

Well, it worked for them.

Made them feel better about how the war was going and their place in it.

Who knows?

Maybe it really did work.

He never did come, did he?

Come on.

Chanel.

A lot of what I do is trying to distract you, rather like a stage magician.

Only the rabbit I'm trying to pull from the hat is the solution to your

depression.

That's what we have to crack with you, Christopher.

You have to believe you can get better.

Come on.

Tea. This is Michael Coulson. You know what to do.

Either you tell me what's bothering you or I'm going to start banging on about

alchemy and maths again.

I don't know what else to say. I've told you everything.

It's not about that.

It's not about that.

Do you know what? I'm too tired.

I'm too tired.

I can't do this right now.

Really.

What is this thing that's making you so unhappy?

It's depression.

It's clinical depression. That's just a name. Pick another one.

Call it Derek or Tony or Mary if you want. Just name it. But it had better do

it justice.

So maybe not a normal Christian name, but give it a name. I can't. Clinical

depression is someone else's name. Give it your own name. This is stupid.

You call it clinical depression, you're locked into seeing it that way.

So call it something else.

Give yourself a chance to look at it from another perspective.

You said you were interested in magic.

Well, that's all magicians are doing.

When a magician raises a demon or an angel, it may only be real in his head,

but if it's real to him, it may as well be real full stop.

If he makes it into something tangible, then he can deal with what it

represents. It's the process that matters.

We're trying to raise up whatever it is that's got you in its grip, so we can

deal with it.

Let's have another brew.

I know what it's called.

I know its name.

The Ghoul.

Can you describe it?

It... It comes out and I... I can't get rid of it.

It can be anywhere.

wants to be and it

it hollows you out and it clings to

you other people can see it they see it on you

and they're frightened to come near in case it leaps off you and onto them

So they stay away.

That's what it wants.

Is it here now?

Does it know I'm here?

Does it want me to be here?

It needs me to be alone.

But you're not alone, Chris.

You may feel like it, but you're not.

It hasn't beaten you yet, Christopher.

Triumph he is.

It's so embarrassing.

Don't worry.

It's fine.

I didn't expect to cry with my fucking eyes out.

He's such a fucking asshole.

Sorry, Chris.

It's fine. I'm sorry. I'm really embarrassed.

Don't worry.

It's fine.

It's fine. Don't worry. Thanks.

Really, thank you.

I probably best get going.

Come in.

Come in. Come in.

I've been working very hard.

I've been working very hard.

And I've worked it out. I've worked out Morland and Fisher's plan.

Their purpose. But there's a lot of work more to do. There's a lot of work.

They're vulnerable minds.

And they will go one by one through their patients until they find the right

one. One by one by one by one. And Morland, the stuff he's into, magic and

occult and mathematics, loops, circles, cycles, origins of consciousness. He's

been studying this for years. Hang on.

I've got something.

Fisher's job, her plan, her purpose.

She plans and she picks the patients. They believe, and if you believe

something, then it might as well be real. They believe that they can create

a loop inside a person's mind. And they can live inside the loop. They can move

and they can change. Fisher is dying.

He hasn't got long. He's old. What they're planning to do is they're going

to prolong their life. Who believes these sorcerer, fisher, her job, her

job, her role is a protege, a pupil, a procurer, a procurer's patience. What

they're doing is creating a universe of the mind. Basically, they're gods. They

are gods. They are gods. They are gods.

They are gods.

Oh, God, it just sounds so alarming.

It's horrible to see someone so unhappy.

Yeah.

What about you?

You were so unhappy a while back.

I don't know.

I'm getting there.

I should have seen it coming.

It's not the first time.

He's strayed a couple of times since uni.

I loved Manchester, you know.

I went back to visit a couple of months back and just driving up the motorway

seeing signs to the north felt so good.

I don't think I'll stay in London much longer.

I'd like it if you stayed.

Is that a new dress?

Yeah, it's actually.

Do you like it? Yeah.

I might take it back.

I've got this tag gun, you know, like they have in the shop.

If you change your mind, you just stick the tag back in the dress and you just

take it back. No questions asked.

That's crafty. I know. Are you sure you should be in charge of children? You're

like a supervillain.

You seem better.

Yeah.

You were in a bad way when we first met.

I was in hell.

Is that how it felt?

We're all in hell. We just can't remember how we got here.

Where'd you hear that?

Sorry? That phrase, what you just said.

Someone just said it once.

This friend of yours, he was having a breakdown.

Is it Michael Coulson?

Yeah, yeah.

Christopher, how long have you been friends with Michael Coulson?

I don't know, I just... We just met after a session once. Christopher, it's

very important that you don't have anything to do with Michael Coulson.

I know it's manic depressive, but... Christopher... He's fine, most...

Michael Coulson is not a manic depressive. He is dangerous.

No, I've seen his medicine.

Oh, have you seen the bottles?

Seen the labels on the bottles?

No, I didn't. Would you know what medication someone with bipolar disorder

takes anyway?

Christopher, sometimes you encounter a person who is bad for you to be around.

Michael Coulson is one of those people for you.

I don't understand. You know I can't share information about a patient.

But I must tell you, Michael Coulson is not... He's

very adept at putting ideas in people's heads.

You must promise me that you'll stay away from him.

Christopher.

That's enough for today.

What is this place?

Sometimes I work in property management.

It's quite interesting, all these Mary Celeste houses.

Places where people have died.

Sometimes Tommy needs somewhere for one of his mysterious bags.

They're coming quite useful.

You know Malden and Fisher are working together?

Mike or... No, no, no, no, Christopher.

I'm not Lowell, I'm not Manning.

I can see clearly.

They're trying to get inside your head and if they can't they're gonna drop you

they're gonna drop you if they can't use you Fishers out there now looking for

someone more susceptible At first they thought it was you but now they're

realizing that you're strong they're gonna drop you Something needs to be

done about them

I am sorry, Christopher.

I've had some... some bad news.

I know this is a tough time for you too.

But I'm going to have to take some time off.

A colleague, actually a close friend of mine,

is very ill.

Cancer.

This course of treatment lasts three weeks.

My friend will need some rest after that.

It's been good to get to know you, Christopher.

If only we had more time.

Hi, it's Chris.

Come in. What have you been up to?

Saw Michael.

He's better, but still strange and distant, but better.

Good.

Good. It's good, isn't it?

Look.

I bought those tickets for that thing, the play.

Okay.

I was going to call and ask, but I knew you were at school, so I bought them

anyway. Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah.

Chris,

I'm really sorry.

I feel like I've given you completely the wrong idea.

I've flown hot and cold. It's fine.

It's fine. I just think, to be honest, I've felt really confused.

Fine.

I'm big enough and ugly enough to, you know...

Sometimes I'll review.

Nothing about you leaves this practice.

Up in a cycle.

Dr. Moreland, he was my therapist.

Of course, we're plumbing the depths of the unconscious.

No inside or outside becomes the inside and the inside becomes the

outside.

The inside becomes the outside.

Chris! Do you want a cup of tea?

Mate, just a cup of tea.

You alright, mate?

Well, look, I've got to get packed, so... It's nice to see you,

Chris.

Who are you packing?

I got that job I went up for up north.

Did Jim go with you? Yeah.

He's got himself a placement up there.

Chris, are you okay?

They're trying to make themselves immortal.

Can I stop her?

What is it?

Stay here.

Christopher.

It's okay.

Helen. It's okay. Go back up.

Helen.

Christopher. It's okay.

Christopher. You're trying to make a loop in my mind. Christopher.

I don't. No. Don't make a loop. Christopher.

I need you to push the gun down. Don't push me. Christopher. Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up. Christopher.

You turned out well, Christabel. We've won, Alex.

You're on the road approaching London, trying to get up north.

But you'll never reach her. You're approaching London right now. We've

won.

We've won.

We've won.

let's see

The weeks of trouble are not good.