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(FOOTSTEPS)

(SHOES SQUEAK)

It's time.

You have to decide.

It's the only way.

Only you can give the order.

(PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

- (PHONE RINGS)
- (BEEPS)

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Dude, make it quick.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Back again, are we?

Didn't expect to see you so soon.

Don't take it personally, but it's
never good to have the police around.

After Grant Leetham, are we?

Um... I just spoke to his mother.
Apparently he's missing.

There's nothing new there.

Hm?

How many people are in this building?

What, now? Um... not many. School's over.

Um... got four in geology club,

Janey's got this detention,
and I've got a young lad in the gym.

What was that?

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(PANTING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(CLATTERING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(GULPS)

- (GUNSHOT)
- (SHELL CLINKS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Your lives as you knew them are over.

What the next 48 hours are about

is abandoning everything you knew
or thought you could rely on,

and adjusting to the new reality.

So, are the things in Utopia real?

BSE was theirs.

- ALICE: What's that?
- Comic.

Are you going to show me
or are you going to be a twat all day?

Keep it under your bed.

That's 11 now dead
on the Shetland Island of Fetlar.

We need a sample of the vaccine.

There's a man in Sheffield, a scientist
called Donaldson. Get it to him.

It's me. The manuscript exists.
The boy knows where it is.

There's a woman,
works in secret, trusts no-one.

- What's her name?
- Her name's... Milner.

BECKY: Right, shall we wait for Jessica?

WILSON: What for? I can break in.

GRANT: Yeah, I can break in as well.

BECKY: Jesus Christ! Am I the only one
who can't break into houses?

WILSON: We'll teach you if you want.

Ooh, got some bruising here.

You'll have to keep your weight off it.

Thanks, Becky, for finding me.

You got a boyfriend?

(LAUGHS) No, I haven't got a boyfriend.

You're well fit. I knew you would be.
I can tell from what you typed.

From what you typed, I thought
you were 24 and drove a Porsche.

I will drive a Porsche when I'm 24.

I've got a girlfriend, though.
Her name's Alice. I met her yesterday.

Have you got the manuscript?

Grant, listen to me. It's very important.
I need... we need to...

- Ow!
- I'm sorry.

- I left it somewhere.
- Right.

When you're ready,
you need to come and tell me, OK?

What's it like?

It's... not what I thought.

I mean, I thought Part Two,
it'd be like a new story.

But it ain't.
It's the same, just... just different.

Like, the scientist is called Carvel.

And the... and the rabbit?
Has he got a name, Grant?

- (WIND HOWLS OUTSIDE)
- I think it began with an L.

So, he has had it, then?
I mean, he can tell us where it is?

He's an 11-year-old boy
who's seen someone murdered.

Right? He... he's been alone for days.
He's not ready to trust anyone.

So, do we give it to Jessica, then?

No way. God knows what she's up to.

We take it to this woman, to Milner.
I mean, she's MI5.

We take it to her, we hand it over.

- We just get the fuck out of this.
- Oh, fuck!

TV: ...with no mutations to the virus
reported for almost 40 years.

The Prime Minister is expected
to face a call for action

at Prime Minister's Questions today.

- Does he have it?
- BECKY: No.

The manuscript?

Look, he's left it somewhere.
He hasn't said where.

- Did you search him?
- BECKY: We are not searching him!

You want to search this, darlin'?

Oi, Grant, stop that!

She's going to have to go through me.

- And she thinks that'll be difficult.
- Sit down, Becky.

What the fuck's the matter with you?
And why are you so enthralled with...?

- Is that Grant?
- What?

This is the image of the boy
police believe is responsible...

GRANT: Why have they got my picture?

...the deaths of eight children and two
teachers at Bainstow Secondary School,

in what police have described
as scenes of unparalleled horror.

The Prime Minister is expected to make
a statement within the next 20 minutes.

- But we can confirm...
- GRANT: That's not me.

...that the fingerprints on the gun
are those of Grant Leetham,

a pupil at the school
and the boy identified...

- That is not me!
- ...In these CCTV images.

The Leetham family...

This is the image of the boy
police believe is responsible

for the deaths of eight children
and two teachers...

How is he?

He's pretending he's OK.
He's... terrified of what his mum thinks.

BECKY: Christ! How could they do that?

They faked the CCTV and the fingerprints.

It don't need to stand up in court.
They just want to get hold of him.

BECKY: No, I mean, how can
they actually do it? How can someone...?

It's a handful of kids. So what?

They've just made Grant
the most famous child in this country.

The moment he's picked up, they have him,

and all it cost them
was a handful of lives.

Don't you get it yet?
That is nothing to them.

Death is part of it. Get used to it.

Look, Becky, I... Wait, no.

- No, it's not a good idea.
- Why?

Won't your girlfriend allow it?

Is it against orders?

(MOANING AND GRUNTING)

(THUMPS)

(GRUNTS AND MOANS)

(MOANING)

My dad wrote Utopia.

I never knew him.

Not really.

I grew up on the run.

I learned not to trust people,
because you know what?

People always let you down.

And they want to sugar-coat it,
treat you like a kid.

That's fine for them.

They've been kids.

Some of us don't get to have childhoods.

Becky and Ian are great.

But they're not like us.

I want you to show me the manuscript.

I won't force you.

It's your choice.

But I want you to come with me.

I'll keep you safe.

You know I can.

There's no place for me here.

Not now, or ever.

We always said this was Bhopal
and this was Lake Nyos.

10,000 lives.

Don't feel good being right.

Where's Grant?

(♪ ELBOW: One Day Like This)

♪ So throw those curtains wide

♪ One day like this... ♪

You like some shit music.

Is this shit?

(MUSIC OFF)

So, your dad was Mark Dane?

- His real name was Philip Carvel.
- What, and you didn't know him?

They got me out when I was about four.

I was given to a man called Christos.
He looked after me.

But he was more like a guard than a dad.

He did his best.

He taught me how to steal.

How to fight. How to survive, really.

I was a total bitch to him,
but he never got angry.

He was amazing.

What happened to him?

We were hiding in an old factory
and suddenly they turned up.

He hid me and ran out at them.

They caught him, tortured him, killed him.

What, and you saw that?

How old were you?

Ten.

Are you hungry?

- What are you doing now?
- Trying to bypass their firewall.

It's MI5, not Asda.

We're better off hacking into the HMG
network and sending her an intranet mail.

Wilson, I work with computers,
I know what I'm doing.

You're an IT consultant, Ian. If I want
to know how to make a printer work,

- I'll let you know.
- (FOOTSTEPS)

- BECKY: What are you two doing?
- Trying to get hold of Milner.

We're thinking of sending her
some kind of internal mail.

The only problem is, is that
their firewall is triple-encrypted.

Why don't you just call her?

What?

Just call MI5? (SNIGGERS)

With a phone?

Yeah. Why not?

What if they're tracing her calls?

You have 42 seconds
before they can put a trace on you.

Wilson, how do you know that?

I saw it on Spooks.

Right, don't be on there
for more than 30 seconds. I'll time you.

- (RINGS TWICE)
- WOMAN: Security Service.

Hello. Could I... could I speak
to Mrs Milner, please?

WOMAN: One moment.

They're putting me through.

WOMAN 2: Hello. Milner.

Um... we'd like to talk to you.

We're, er... we're friends of Jessica Hyde.

Who?

Jessica Hyde.

Right. Sorry, does she work here?

You don't know her?

I have no idea who you're talking about.
Can I ask, who is this?

Wrong number.

She said she'd never heard of her.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Oh, fuck!

MILNER: That line was monitored.
This isn't.

Wherever you are,
get out of there right now.

Er... OK.

There's a chapel on Arbel Lane
in Levingstone. It's always empty.

Meet me there. Avoid CCTV.
Get out of there.

- Now!
- (LINE GOES DEAD)

(MAN SNIFFS)

(SNIFFS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Michael?

Are you OK?

Actually, I feel a bit ill, Jen.
Could you call in sick for me?

Have you got the shits?

I think so, yeah.

Aw, hon!

(LAUGHS) Well, I'd love to stay,
but you know how I hate the weak.

Drink plenty of water and I'll call Bev.

Thanks.

And no wanking in there.

IVF clinic on Friday, you dirty puppy.

(CHUCKLES)

MICHAEL: Ugh.

(INDISTINCT TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT)

Er... Professor Donaldson?

Mm? Mm? Yes?

You knew Bill Kaye.

Sorry. Who?

Bill Kaye. He... he was a reporter.

Er... no. No, no.

I, er... I don't know
any reporters, actually.

But he sent me to you.

Well, I think someone must have
had you on. We test pet food.

Er... spot check inspection.
It says Department of Health.

- You get away from me.
- I'm not one of them.

Stay away from me or I swear to Christ...!

My name's Michael Dugdale.
Bill Kaye sent me to you.

He must have told you about me. Please!

- You're Michael Dugdale?
- Yes. Yes, that's me.

Why the fuck didn't you say so
in the first place?

I've got third-stage heart disease.

You should eat better, then.

Have you got the vaccine?

No, I... I tried.

Listen, they've got Fetlar shut down.

Nobody's getting in or out.
No... no doctors, no specialists, nothing.

- It's all their own people.
- You haven't got it?

Well, isn't there another way?

Well, not unless you happen to have
one of the corpses in your pocket.

Look... look...

I...I need... I need something on them.

You really have no idea
who you're dealing with, do you?

No.

That's why I need your help.

- (BIRDSONG)
- (INSECT BUZZ)

IAN: Do you want to talk about last night?

- BECKY: Did you like it?
- Of course I liked it.

Then what's there to talk about?

You're such a pain in the arse.

As if life isn't difficult enough.

Tell you what.
Why don't we get married, Ian?

Jessica can be my maid of honour.

All right.

I'll tell you what. I'll say it.

I like you.

There, I said it. It's out.

So, now you can punch me
or give me a Chinese burn

or just... just kick me in my balls.

I reckon you'd like that.

Where's the other cunt?

Where is the other fucking cunt?!

- (GUN COCKS)
- Put that down.

I'm gonna... shoot...

Right?

Cos I don't think you are.

Go on, then, shoot me. Cos if you don't
put that down, I'm gonna shoot you.

- Look, please...
- Please? Please?

I'm gonna shoot you
in the fuckin' head, mate.

I'm gonna count to three.

One...

- Don't.
- ...two...

(GUNSHOT)

Did the bullet come out the front?

Did the bullet come out
the front of his head?

No, no, it... it didn't.

(SIGHS)

(SQUELCHING)

- What's your name, dear?
- Wilson.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Wilson.

I'm Milner.

Now, I need you to come round here,

and fire both barrels
of that shotgun into his head.

What?

This is a standard issue firearm
I've just signed out from ATC.

I need to cover my tracks.
He's already dead.

You're not killing. You're saving my life.

(WILSON CLEARS THROAT)

(GUNSHOT)

Oh! Oh, oh.

- (GUNSHOT)
- Oh!

(PANTS)

Are you OK, Wilson?

Why don't you let me have that gun?

How do I know this isn't a trap?

How do we?

IAN: Look, we've told you everything
we know. We... we want to... to come in.

Come in? Ian, there is no "in“.

I'm not MI5 here. I can't protect you.

What do we do?

We need to find out
why they want the manuscript.

I think I know.

It has the identity of Mr Rabbit.

Grant said,
but he couldn't remember the name.

MILNER: That's it.

He's kept his identity secret
for nearly 30 years.

That's why they're so desperate
for the manuscript.

He mentioned a girl called Alice,
said that that was his girlfriend.

OK. I can find out if she's come forward.
You need to go there.

No, no way. Look, we're not cops. We're
not spies. This has nothing to do with us.

What did Jessica tell you
about her father's ideas, Ian?

On racial purification.

What? He was a fucking Nazi?

Philip Carvel wrote a paper called
The Survival of the Genome,

in which he advocated a human cull.

This is the same man who became
involved with weaponising disease.

NATHAN: Right. OK.

If you can't help us, we need to go.

Look, I can't do this on my own.

This has one number on it, mine.

Why come this way round?

You can hold it if you like.

(COMPUTER STARTS UP)

- What if they give this room out?
- They won't.

It's occupied.

Can you teach me how to do that?

There's lots I can teach you.

What, to be like you?

Would you like that?

You need to change the way you look.

- (TV NEWS PLAYS)
- Argh!

Ah, no, no, no! Fucking hell! Ahh!

Ahh! That fucking hurt!

We are close, aren't we, Grant?

To Utopia?

I...need to know
we're moving in the right direction.

TV: Initial reports had indicated

that everyone who died
had an underlying health problem.

However, three apparently healthy men
in their 20s are now known to...

Ah! No, Jessica! Ah, that's my head!

(LAUGHS) Nice!

- You look cute.
- You're kidding?

Look, you're making me a fucking Goth!

No!

You're not putting that on me!

No way! You're not putting that on me.

No, you...
No, you're not putting that on me.

Grant, just... just come home.

Just go to the police
and we'll... we'll sort it out.

Or... or phone your mum up.

We'll come and get you.

Everything'll be fine.

OK, I'm here. just, please, just...

just, please, just come home.

OK? It'll be all right.

I know...

I need to tell her I didn't do it.

You know we can't, Grant. Not yet.

Am I going to be normal after this?

Let's drink some booze.

(LAUGHS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

There's a girl in Richmond. Alice Ward.

I'll go.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

What was I like...

as a child?

My earliest memory is... killing animals.

Slaughterhouse. You were there.

- Watching.
- Arby, please.

For as long as I can remember,
I've killed.

But...

yesterday...

...there was a boy holding these...

...and I couldn't.

Arby, don't. Not now.

Not now.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Who are my parents?

You don't have parents.

You were part of a consignment
from... Bulgaria, I think.

Carvel was... brilliant...

...but he wasn't kind.

Some of the things he did
were, by necessity, cruel.

What about Jessica Hyde?

Is she like me? Did he do things to her?

He was not a man of compassion.

Lee was killed the other day.

Next to you, he's the person I knew most.

Why doesn't that hurt me?

Because you're not the same as others.

You're special.

I don't feel special.

I look mental.

Like a fucking Goth.

(LAUGHS)

How many of those have you had?

Can I... can I have another one?

What's the manuscript like, Grant?

Amazing.

I didn't read it all. Bits.

What about...

What about my dad?

You are going to tell me
where it is, Grant, aren't you?

Cos I could make you.

I could just make you tell me.

(GULPS)

Oh, I'm going to be sick.

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(HE VOMITS AND COUGHS)

(SPIT5)

(consume)

(VOMITING AND COUGHING)

(SPIT5)

(consume)

(GRANT SOBS)

GRANT: I'm sorry.

(HE SNIFFS)

(PANTING) Jessica.

I'm sorry.

I want my mum.

(HE CRIES)

I want my mum.

(BIRDSONG)

Her name's Alice Ward.

Her mother brought her into
Richmond police station yesterday.

She'll be back today.
I'm sending an officer to get her.

You need to go to her house.
That's what Jessica will do.

I need a reason.

Why us? What difference does it make
if we know who Mr Rabbit is?

There's a story about how he got his name.

He was embedded with
the criminal underworld in Guangdong.

But he was playing everyone off
against each other.

The Russians, the CIA, the gangs.

So, the Americans got fed up

and they let a particularly nasty
crime boss know that he was their man,

and the boss found him,
dragged him off the street,

right through the middle
of a busy office block.

They tortured him

and, as a lesson to others,
the boss carved his own name

into this man's stomach.

Rabbit.

Have you ever seen
the Chinese character for “rabbit“, Ian?

Lots of lines.

Lots of cuts.

Somehow he managed to get free

and, despite being unarmed,
he killed everyone in that room.

Then he went back through the office block
and killed everyone who'd seen him.

By the time he was finished,

265 people on three continents
had lost their lives,

and not a single living person
knew his identity.

That's who Mr Rabbit is.

He is the beating heart of all this,

and, if we can find his identity,
it ends and you go home.

I need to get across to Fetlar.

Sorry, sir. There's a quarantine in place.

I'm with the Department of Health.

I have a permit of access...

issued by the Minister.

Plus, er... an inter-department waiver,
as well as a warrant for inspection.

We weren't told about all this.

Look, I've come all the way from London.

I'm not turning back.

Here. You'll have to call him.

- What, phone the Minister?
- Yeah.

(SEAGULLS CRY)

(MAN SPEAKING ON WALKIE-TALKIE)

(MAN SPEAKING ON WALKIE-TALKIE)

(MAN SPEAKING ON WALKIE-TALKIE)

(PANTS)

MAN: A couple in here need shifting.
Let's go.

OFFICER: Alice, we want to help Grant.

Now, the kids at school,
they say they saw him with you.

We just want to know
why they'd be saying that.

Alice, please. just tell him.

It's OK. It takes time.

We've got a new officer
who's come to ask you some questions.

Um... he'll take you somewhere else
to do that now.

ALICE'S MUM: What is this? Who?

OFFICER: But you'll still have our
child liaison officer, Laura, to help, OK?

- Ah, here we go...
- (HEAVY BREATHING)

...your new officer, Alice.

Are you Alice Ward?

Did he give you the manuscript?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

We're going for a drive.

(BIRDSONG)

Can I have it, please?

Grant?

Can I have it, please?

(KEY IN LOCK)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Give me the manuscript.

What do you mean? What manuscript?

Alice, what is this?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

It's... it's not there.

It's gone.

ALICE'S MUM: What is?
What's she talking about?

(ALICE SCREAMS AND CRIES)

(ALICE SOBS)

Tell me where it is, or she's next.

ALICE: I haven't got it! Please!

It was here! Please! Please!

(ALICE SOBS)

I haven't got it! Please!

ALICE: Please don't kill my mum!

GRANT: She hasn't got it!

I've got it!

- (HEAVY BREATHING)
- (ALICE SOBS)

Don't hurt my daughter, please.

- (HEAVY BREATHING)
- (ALICE SOBS)

(GUNSHOTS)

My name is Jessica Hyde!

You know who I am and what I'm capable of!

- (HEAVY BREATHING)
- (ALICE SOBS)

- Give me the manuscript!
- (ALICE SOBS)

Or I'll kill the girl's mother!

(ALICE SOBS)

- (SCREAMS)
- The girl's next! Give it to me!

Please! Jessica, please!

OK!

I'll throw the weapon out!

I'm giving the manuscript to the boy.

She comes in here, they get out
and you get the manuscript.

If you shoot before she's gone, he runs.

OK?

Do it slow.

(ALICE SOBS)

(ALICE SOBS)

You keep these secret.
Don't tell anyone you have these, OK?

- (FOOTSTEPS)
- (ALICE SOBS)

(ALICE SOBS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(MUFFLED CRYING)

- (ALICE SOBS)
- GRANT: Jessica, please.

Drop it.

Drop it.

(ALICE STUMBLES)

Give it me.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SHE SNIFFS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Your father was Philip Carvel.

What was he like?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

I don't know.

That's why I wanted that.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Where is Jessica Hyde?

- (SOBS)
- Come on.

- BECKY: Grant! Get in the van!
- Come on! Get in.

(ALICE SOBS)

(GASPING AND GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(LOW CHATTER)

(LAUGHTER)

- I would have laughed, really hard.
- We were doing our best not to.

And there he is!

Hello! We didn't hear you come in.
Look who's popped round.

The Minister's just been telling me...

Jen, for God's sake,
do not call me the Minister, please!

- (BOTH LAUGH)
- I hope you don't mind, Michael,

but, er... Jen and I
have been getting rather personal.

Geoff and his wife did IVF too,
and they were at it for years.

For five fucking years. Christ!

(SIGHS) I think the worst part
is that there are things you can't share.

I mean, Sam was being pumped
so full of those hormones

that you just think, “Christ..."

It really can test a marriage.

(JEN CLEARS THROAT)

But now we have two beautiful boys who
we wouldn't exchange for the world, so...

(JEN LAUGHS)

Jen, do you mind if I just have
a quick word with Michael?

- Oh, of course, of course.
- It's just boring Ministerial stuff...

No, no. Yes, of course.

Thank you.

(CHUCKLES) She's great. just great.

It would be such a shame to see her raped.

Hand it over...

...or Jen will be raped...

brutally, Michael, later this week.

(SNORTS) Is that all of it?

Do you think I kept a piece?

What kind of idiot uses his own ID?

You are so fucking ridiculous.

They wanted just to snatch you.
Pick you up on your way home.

Torture you. Kill you.
Jen as well, but I said no.

"He's useful.
He's a friend in the department."

“Let me deal with him," I said,
"because I know I can get him onside."

Michael, if you work with me,

there's a really good chance
that I could make your life wonderful.

But if you work against me just
one more time, I will make your life over.

Is that clear?

Oh. Are you off?

(LOW CHATTER)

- Take care. See you soon.
- Yes. It was lovely to meet you.

(LOW CHATTER)

(JEN LAUGHS)

JEN: Bye.

(DOOR CLOSES)