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My name is Olivia Jackson.

And I would do it again.

I believe Arthur Wilde caused my mother's death.

And it was then that I killed them all,

one by one, leaving only Arthur Wilde alive.

And I would do it again.

What are you doing?

We had a deal, Lauren.

You were meant to delete my confession.

And I did.

Well, then why does Liam know my real name?

Not from me.

Rachel must have told him.

Who told Rachel?

Arthur. On the ship.

He found out you were Sarah's daughter.

And what else do they know?

Everything.

- But they can never be sure. - That's not good enough, Lauren.

Too many of you know too much.

Is that a threat?

What do we do now?

We bury the body when it's dark.

Right, should I pop the kettle on while we're at it?

Are you fucking insane?

One of you just murdered someone.

Would you rather he was still alive to kill the rest of us?

What about the people that sent him?

They may be expecting to hear from him.

What if they come?

What if, what if? Let them come. I have this.

Oh God, I want to be taken home.

Poor baby.

How long has it been since you fucked your cat?

For God's sakes. Can you hear yourselves?

This is a scientific mission.

We have four corpses.

We're supposed to be saving lives.

Which is why we get back to the work.

There won't be another chance after this.

Nothing is more important.

Except the right thing.

Right, like when you agreed to come here and run a trial

you couldn't legally run anywhere else?

Alrighty then. Liam?

I need Lauren and Bashir's bodies in the infirmary.

Have we found her head?

No.

Hey!

Hey.

That belongs to me.

Sorry, I just saw it. I was curious.

Can you tell me what I'm looking at there?

Nothing,

if you don't focus.

Try now.

See the brightest,

- left of center? - Yeah.

That's Polaris.

Wow. That's beautiful.

Yes.

Pierre.

What the fuck, Geri?

I don't know.

I don't remember anything.

I don't remember taking the gun, nothing.

You know what I keep asking myself?

If I died and not your lover, would you have done it?

Is that the problem?

I was about to tell you!

- Is that the problem? - You did.

Thank you.

Stop. It's ridiculous. You know I don't like it.

I don't like knowing I was right about you two.

You changed the rules when you fucked the photographer in Mali.

Yeah, I fucked her.

But you killed someone, Geri.

I could only do that for you.

Like them?

Wanna see them in action?

Not my thing.

Hey, listen up. I think we're being lied to.

About what?

About shooting the snake.

I saw them take a body into the desert and bury it last night.

- What body? - Fuck!

Another guinea pig?

It's only us.

Maybe the guy who showed up in the storm.

- Why would they shoot him? - They didn't.

They told us he was in a coma.

He died and they shot a snake.

Then why dump him in the desert?

You want him in the fridge with the food?

Look, guys, I'm sure there's a logical explanation.

Let's speak to them.

Guinea pigs don't talk.

We knew this trial wasn't kosher.

Why do you think the money's so good?

So they can do whatever the fuck they want.

I do need the money, though.

Says the woman who wears Prada.

My husband left me hidden debts.

You should've signed a prenup.

It wasn't a divorce.

He killed himself.

- Sorry. - Well, I'm not.

He was an abuser.

Then I'm not sorry.

How did he do it?

With our weed killer.

It was...

quick and painless.

And then the bank took everything.

- Which bank? - Alba.

What does it matter?

It's a shitty thing my father does.

- He owns one. - A bank?

So why are you here?

Because he controls my life with his money.

And I want to screw up my life the way I want.

So fuck him.

Because I'm getting my own money.

Go, girl.

What about you, Sean?

My son Connor has...

He has MLD.

It's a rare disease, you know.

It's terminal.

And...

There is a kind of gene therapy.

It's just really, really expensive and,

you know, I'm on a civil service salary.

So it's either come here or rob a bank.

Look, people.

It's just six more days.

Eyes on the prize.

Yeah. Six more days.

It's open.

Hello.

Could I borrow a screwdriver?

The infirmary bed's rattling. The bolts are loose.

It's my job, I'll do it.

It must have been from, you know, when he struggled with the cuffs.

Geri, you did what everyone else wanted to do.

Are you okay?

Right...

Okay, prisoners,

your two-minute shower starts in three,

two,

one...

Oh, I'm in heaven.

Oh, my God!

Three minutes.

Okay, you know the drill.

You'll drink at the same time.

Like before, we'll be counting you in.

Thank you.

That's a lot bigger than last time.

It's okay. They did tell us it would be.

If only it was vodka.

Which one of you dickheads took my tool pouch

and didn't put it back?

I think we can assume it was a man.

And German.

And a cat fucker.

Horst.

Two minutes.

That's how long you've got to live if you don't bring me back my pouch.

Yes, I saw it on the counter in the mess hall.

What did I tell you about putting my tools back?

I said I saw it.

I didn't say I took it.

Hey, beats working for a living, huh?

Thirty seconds.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two, one. Now.

Swallow.

Geri to medics!

Geri to medics!

Oh God, I hate needles.

You'll love this one.

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

- They're all empty. - What?

The antidote vials have all been punctured.

- Drake. - No, it can't be.

I did my check last night. It was all here.

You have nothing to give me?

Hey, have you taken the antidote?

Someone emptied the vials.

What?

What the fuck?

The scorpion was zipped up in my bag.

Wait a second.

This is it?

That's all we had?

- Yeah. - You have to fly her out.

Come on.

Geri, for the pain.

Thank you.

Jamal, I need you.

Are you okay?

What's going on?

Everything okay?

- What's going on? - No, no, no.

Pierre!

Rotorhead!

Pierre!

Pierre!

Fuck!

Some motherfucker snapped the turbine blade.

Take the Jeep.

They keep antidotes in Wadi Halfa.

Someone bring a water container.

Someone bring a water container to the hangar, fast.

The chopper.

The chopper is fucked, like the antidotes.

Better hope your baby doesn't show up early.

Let's load.

One fuel tank won't make it.

How long?

I don't know.

Depends on the species.

Could be two hours, could be ten.

It spreads through your blood, so a lower heart rate is better.

Just stay calm and you'll win some time.

Easy.

Let's go.

No, no, wait, wait, wait.

Whoever sabotaged the helicopter knew you'd have to take the Jeep.

She's right.

Everyone out.

Come on. There must be a safer way to check.

There's no time. Everyone out!

Let's go.

Thank you, my friend.

Wait. Just in case.

- Are you okay? - Fine, fine.

Okay, now can we get the hell out of here?

We can't leave without finishing the trial.

Jamal, let's go.

We can use the truck.

We don't know who it is. You're not considering every variable.

- Want to be on the road with a killer? - That's a great idea.

Let's stay until we're all fucking dead.

- That's not your call. - Or yours.

It's mine.

As head of security.

We leave and meet them in Wadi Halfa.

You're welcome to stay here if you want.

- Talk to me. - I'm fine.

- You're okay? - Fine!

What can I do for you?

Stay calm.

I'm here with you.

You had to be bitten by a scorpion.

Couldn't you choose a mosquito?

I tried.

It's okay, almost there. Don't worry.

Okay.

We'll be there soon.

We'll be there soon.

Fuck!

- What is that? - Don't worry, we have enough.

No, no, no, no, no.

Shit!

Pierre!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Fuck!

Right. Let's pack up. We're leaving.

- What? - Jamal's orders, I'm sorry.

No, absolutely not.

- About time. - We should give them the final dose.

Are you crazy? They just got one.

- Liam! - Rachel, look.

Liam, stop what you're doing.

Liam, stop.

Jamal?

I need you, man.

Jamal?

Jamal, I need you.

What is it, Rotorhead?

The cans.

The petrol cans, they're filled with fucking sand.

You gotta leave now.

Bring me some fuel in the truck, okay?

Pierre?

Jamal?

Jamal?

It's not going to happen, Rotorhead.

What the fuck are you saying, man?

Just come!

It's all sand here too.

No petrol.

No petrol.

Fuck!

Pierre?

I heard.

Too bad Jeeps can't run on sand, huh?

You're stupid.

Listen to me. Look at me.

We're not giving up, okay?

We're not giving up. You'll be okay.

No phoning, no flying, and now no driving.

We're all going to die.

At least Rachel will be spared.

The benefit of being Arthur's daughter.

Hey!

Somebody's bound to see it.

Sure, sure.

Maggie!

Arthur. Seriously?

Yes, seriously.

Look. Look.

It's Bashir's chest.

Jesus Christ.

Arthur put the same mark on Nilsa's chest in Polaris VI.

You mean you did.

Why would I do it again here?

It's a message for me.

Saying what?

Arthur is out there somewhere, and someone here is doing his bidding.

I thought it was Drake, but it could be anyone.

Are you listening to yourself?

You sound deluded.

Then why the head?

Why is it happening again?

You're so obsessed with Arthur,

but you don't know a single thing about him.

All he cared about was the work, was the algae.

Even if he was alive,

why would he want this trial to fail?

I have a contract with Lauren.

It's to put this work under my mother's name instead of his.

That's why I'm really here, Rachel.

To erase Arthur Wilde

and secure Sarah Jackson's legacy.

Forever.

You still think he wouldn't want it to fail?

All personal belongings.

Watches, phone, jewelry, keys.

- Is that it? - Yeah.

Look into the camera.

Look into the camera!

Name.

Arthur Kennedy Wilde.

Turn to the right.

Date of birth.

6th of the 8th, 1965.

To the left.

Any sexually transmitted diseases?

No.

History of mental illness?

No.

Any suicide attempts?

I'm Dr. Arthur Wilde.

You really think I'd try and commit suicide?

In here, you're nobody.

Open your mouth.

Wide.

Alright.

Take your clothes off.

All off.

Put them into that.

Turn around.

Now squat.

Alright!

First timer?

I'm on remand until my court case.

No bail.

You must have done something nasty.

I'm innocent.

Well, you're in good company then.

Everyone in here is innocent.

Except me.

Yeah, I did kill a girl.

A cup of diesel?

Where are you from?

Oxford.

Surprised?

A little.

Name's Lennon.

Arthur.

- King Arthur. - Professor.

I would keep that to yourself if I were you, mate.

Patrick likes to think he's the smartest in this place.

Who's Patrick?

The librarian.

He's the one you never wanna fuck with.

I'll take that.

Are you deaf, old man?

It's my lunch.

It's Patrick's lunch.

Tell him to go and get his own.

So can you.

Go on, fetch.

Boy.

Go on. Fetch!

That's it. Go on.

There you go, there's your sandwich.

That's nice.

My name is Professor Arthur Wilde.

I'm a scientist.

I don't want any trouble.

I just want to concentrate on my work

and keep to myself while I'm here.

Enjoy your lunch.

Professor.

Nice ass, professor.

Can I help you?

- I need to speak to the governor. - Why?

Because I'm being threatened.

- A cup of diesel? - No sugar, please.

Out of tea bags.

I'll be back in a sec.

Hey, what the fuck?

Fucking bastard!

Help!

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Yeah, I know, I know.

Listen.

You don't keep to yourself in here.

You keep to me.

If you've got an itchy box

and also the shits,

if you feel lonely or anxious,

or even depressed,

I'm here for you.

If there's someone fucking with you,

if I'm fucking with you,

you come to me.

Do you understand?

Good.

That's good.

Fucking snitch...

Don't put anything corny on my gravestone.

You'll be writing mine first.

And I can tell you, I want it to be super corny, okay?

My love, I'm sorry.

This is my fault.

- No. - It is.

It was my idea to take this job.

For the money.

- You said it was too good to be true. - Stop.

I wanted to come, you didn't force me.

I wanted to...

I wanted to have a new adventure with you.

We had a lot of fun.

Do you remember Iceland?

Two months waiting for the Aurora Borealis.

- And all we saw was... - Clouds.

Clouds.

- A shit load of clouds. - A shit load.

I love you so much.

It's going to be okay.

I want you to know...

if it was you Drake had killed,

I would have killed him even sooner.

Every never-ending afternoon,

I hopped on my Vespa

in my satin vest.

It was the sweet life.

I went in search of adventure

until dawn.

I thought I was Ben-Hur

driving with one hand.

But then I met you

and all of that changed.

Here, drink this.

Drink it, go on.

Pierre, Pierre. Don't, don't!

- Get him off of me! - You did it!

I didn't do anything! Get him off me!

Enough!

The scorpion was in there.

You left it here.

You killed her.

I didn't touch it!

You did it!

Jamal's the one who picks up scorpions.

And Liam's in charge of the antidotes, why not strangle them?

Watch your mouth, Horst.

While you're at it,

only you know how to fuck up a chopper.

The only thing that we know for sure

is that this is exactly what the killer wants.

Wants us divided, so we have to stick together.

Yes, but don't be naive.

The killer is one of us

or one of the subjects.

Oh, the killing only started

when you showed up.

Maybe framing me is the plan.

- Sure. - You're all guilty.

I'm watching my own back.

No! You're going to do as I say unless you want your butt blown off.

Everyone, I'm locking down the base.

This is a curfew.

You stay in your bedrooms until sun up.

Key cards. Now.

Hurry up.

Jamal, I don't know where my keycard is.

Find it.

Rotorhead.

I'm going to need yours too.

Where were you?

Brushing my teeth.

What are you doing here?

My friend Molly.

I sneak her in my shoes.

It will show up in your blood test.

You won't get paid.

- I'm bored. - I know.

It's boring.

What do you have here?

Boring.

Super boring.

Double action.

I thought I wasn't your thing.

I don't know.

Could be the algae,

some kind of side effects.

Have you ever been with a woman?

Yes.

But I don't remember.

Oh, I knew this would be so much better than killing you.

You used to think the whole world revolved around you.

And yet here you are.

And not one person cares if you live or die.

Not one person.

No one.

Shut up.

Didn't you used to dream of winning a Nobel Prize?

What do you dream of now, Arthur?

Do you dream of me?

- After all we went through... - Shut up!

Careful.

They're gonna think you're crazy.

It must be so lonely being you.

You know, even the girl killer has someone outside waiting for him.

Dear Rachel,

I know I haven't been the world's greatest father.

But if you could try to understand things from my perspective,

I'm hopeful that you will find it in your heart to forgive me.

Dear Rachel... You will find it in your heart to forgive me.

Dear Rachel,

perhaps it is still too early.

But I'm certain one day

we'll be looking back on all this as water under the bridge.

Dear Rachel,

once again I write to you in the hope that you'll reply.

Even if it is to tell me never to write to you again.

Dear Rachel, perhaps I deserve your continued silence.

But you cannot imagine how hurtful it is to me.

Regardless of your cruelty,

nothing can change the fact that we are father and daughter.

And that is a bond that will never be broken.

No, no, it's me. It's me.

Bismillah, Rotorhead.

I said stay in your rooms.

How do you want me to sleep?

I'm going fucking crazy.

Can I help?

Otherwise I'll shoot myself.

Okay.

Four eyes are better than two.

It's for you, mate.

Rachel.

- Girlfriend? - Daughter.

Dear Professor,

I hope you don't mind this letter from an admirer.

You don't know me, but I feel like I know you.

It must be lonely where you are.

And I want you to know that someone is thinking of you,

someone who believes in you.

Good people are so easily ignored.

But how can someone like you be?

My angel of death.