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Grant Townsend. Berkshire Biofuels.

Passenger complained of stomach pains.

Now he says he's having difficulty breathing. Tony! What's wrong?

Tony Jenkins stayed in the Westshore Hotel. A cleaner was found dead.

Tony! Tony! WOMAN SCREAMS

Tony! Can food poisoning do this? This isn't food poisoning.

What if this is a virus, Kit... and not one of the nice ones?

Beth Tyler, erm, senior A&E staff nurse. It seems serious.

CAPTAIN: We'll be diverting to Lankaran International Airport...

PASSENGERS GRUMBLE ..in Azerbaijan.

I've found something to live for. A cause. What cause, Tony?

Victory.

Only you have the authority to pronounce death.

CAPTAIN: They're not allowing the body into the terminal.

They say no crime, so the body goes back on the plane,

goes back to the UK.

SHE COUGHS

BREATHES SHAKILY Not yet.

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium

♪ Testator silens. ♪

CAPTAIN: Good afternoon. Mumbai to London, flight EV609...

ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES

Hello. Full roast? No, thank you. More for me.

All quiet out there? Mm.

HE MOANS SOFTLY

HE EXHALES SHARPLY

HE GROANS

Wha...?

WOMAN SQUEALS

Oh, shit.

No... Dr Alexander... Get me a doctor! Please!

Dr Alexander? Please. Dr Alexander?

Dr Alexander! What is it? It's Mr Townsend. Please.

What's happened? I'm... I'm really...

HE GROANS

Oh, my gut. Help me. Help me! HE GROANS

Vomiting, stomach cramps... We've got another one, haven't we?

Tony Jenkins was sitting barely two metres away,

so it could be airborne.

Jesus! We're all at risk.

We need to get these off. Right.

HE MOANS

We've all been exposed, haven't we? We don't know.

We just don't know what this is. What are we going to do?

Mr Townsend? It's OK. We're here.

We're going to get these off, OK?

Please, please, if you could just give them some space.

We can't divert to land yet.

We're already on a more southerly flight path

across the Black Sea because of the Ukraine situation.

Er, would you like to take this one?

HE BREATHES THROUGH RESPIRATOR

DEVICE BEEPS

CLICKING

Morning, London. JACK: Thank you, Professor Patel,

for allowing us to be present. As you know, we believe

there's a direct connection between your case there

and the death of the British passenger

on the East-West Airlines flight.

Let us get started, then, shall we?

This body presents a potential substantial risk

which is unknown at this time and therefore unquantified.

I will not be taking nonessential samples,

as there is a risk to our lab technicians.

What about the risk on the plane?

SHE SIGHS

The deceased is Vikram Mehtab Sharma.

He was found unresponsive at the Westshore Hotel at 17:30 yesterday.

I note jaundice in the sclera.

There are no petechiae in the eyes,

therefore death is unlikely to have resulted from asphyxiation.

There is a fresh area of superficial skin loss

on the right hand, measuring two centimetres by three centimetres.

It looks eroded, suggesting contact with a toxic irritant or chemical.

So he, like, picked it up?

Good assumption.

So what are we looking at - a man who was poisoned, or the poisoner?

As a safety precaution, I will take blood with a syringe

instead of isolating the femoral vein.

These are very stressful circumstances for you, Dr Patel.

We do thank you for all your care and attention.

Thank you... Professor.

QUIET CHATTER

OVER RADIO: Flight EV609,

this is East-West Airlines control in London.

Angus, it's Jodi. How's it going down there?

Bit less stormy than up there. You've got another one sick?

How do you know? Yeah, Grant Townsend,

business-class passenger, 3B. Presenting similar symptoms.

Thing is, we're not the only ones who know about your situation.

Several of your passengers are posting on socials.

Shit! I'm shutting down passenger Wi-Fi.

SHE TUTS LABOURED BREATHING

Looking at the throat,

I observe presence of froth in the tracheobronchial tree,

which could suggest terminal heart failure.

That fits with what Nikki told us -

vomiting, blood then multiple cardiac arrests.

The cause of death is unascertained at the moment,

pending further tests. Everything that you have shown us

points to a highly poisonous toxin, wouldn't you agree?

We cannot exclude that. Or indeed a virus.

But we cannot rely on guesswork. No. Agreed.

How soon will you have the toxicology and virology results?

I can assure you it is the highest priority.

Perhaps this evening, your time.

JACK: Thank you, Professor Patel. Thank you, everyone.

I was in contact with Tony for much longer than Mr Townsend was.

Beth was, too. Why am I not showing any signs?

Maybe you've had whatever this is before, a mild version?

Or you're asymptomatic?

Whatever this thing is, I don't think there is a mild version.

I need to see how Beth is doing.

QUIET CHATTER

Did you see who went in there? PASSENGER: Yeah. A woman.

Has she been in there long? She has, yeah. I know her. Excuse me.

Beth? Is that you?

Beth?

I think we need to open this.

The other washroom's free now. Would you mind? Sure.

The nurse, Beth, she's in there. Are you sure? I think so.

Hello?

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Are you OK?

If you don't respond, I have to open the door.

Let's open it.

Let me help.

SHE GASPS No! Beth!

MOUSE CLICKS

What happened in there?!

KIT: Jack?

I think I've found something, and I don't know what to do about it.

You always know what to do, and it's usually the opposite

of what we recommend. Hilarious. I was looking for anything

on the deceased passenger, Tony Jenkins.

You were right, he has no digital footprint. Isn't that weird?

That I was right? Inexplicable.

Perhaps Tony Jenkins was simply who he said he was,

a man of a certain age who never left home. So, what did you find

that was stumping you? I decided to take a look at the airline itself.

Mm? The owner is a guy called Saqib Bashir.

Bashir's into everything. The airline is just a side hustle.

One of his companies was the contractor

for a luxury residential development in Karachi that went belly up.

The company he was building it for went under for 600 million.

Wow. He must be popular. The guy who owns the investment company

vowed to bring Bashir down, and he is the sort of guy who knows how.

He's military? General Moin Anwar?

Anwar runs a covert counterterrorism unit. They're rumoured

to be behind a series of extrajudicial killings.

You mean assassinations. Anwar poisons people, Jack...

..at least according to three different reports I found,

in India, Afghanistan, Iran.

So... the owner of East-West Airlines made an enemy

of the general who poisons people.

But Bashir isn't on Nikki's flight.

Do we really think a general would poison an entire flight

just to get back at one man?

Malaysia Airlines shares dropped 18%

the day after Flight MH370 dropped off radar.

Why kill Bashir when you can destroy him? Sends a message, right?

That's why they paint out the tail logos at crash sites.

If this is true and Anwar's involved,

we could be looking at a military-grade nerve agent...

..some kind of Novichok.

LABOURED BREATHING

SHE MOANS SOFTLY

Beth was in close proximity to Tony

for at least 15 minutes before he died.

And she and Townsend came into direct contact

on the ground in Lankaran

when it got physical, and he ended up shoving her.

But you've been in contact with all of them. Are you worried?

We both have.

You'd be stupid not to be, right? Yeah. Everyone's worried.

DOOR BUZZER

REPEATED BUZZING

..I'm sorry, but this might take longer than usual.

Can I help you? Quite the opposite, actually.

I'm here to help you. Where are you going?

Hey! Excuse me, you can't just come in here.

I'll call security.

She IS security, Jack. Fiona Mason, Foreign Office Special Services.

Sounds as shadowy as it gets. Well, let's just say

I don't see a lot of daylight from my office. We'd love to see

where you are with this thing, just in case. In case of what?

Moin Anwar rose up the ranks of the ISI in the mid-2010s.

He was responsible for taking on the terrorist groups

Jaish-e-Khilafat and the Fidai Ansar Brigade.

I've never heard of them. Exactly.

General Anwar's methods were highly effective.

Hassan Saleem, 34 years old.

Accused of embezzling $500,000 from one of Anwar's software companies.

He became ill on a flight from Islamabad to Karachi in 2021,

died in hospital from acute renal failure.

Postmortem results disappeared from police custody service.

These were all targeted attacks.

Who's the target here, the whole plane?!

Just to get back at the airline's owner, Bashir?

Maybe. Three more affected now,

and they're miles away from London still.

Three now? How do you know that? The airline's told us.

Two more passengers fell ill. God! Nikki... Dr Alexander is so far

unaffected. "So far"?! What do you think happened here, Fiona?

Hmm? The cleaner who was killed in Mumbai,

he was, what, Anwar's agent? And he infected Tony Jenkins,

who then infected the rest of the plane? Well, it's a possibility.

I've done some digging on Jenkins. Seems that Tony had never been

further than Margate until he travelled outward to Mumbai

on an economy ticket, with a return ticket just three days later.

And he returned business class. Well, that's strange, isn't it?

Who paid for that? The ticket was paid for with a credit card

under Jenkins' name. The card links to a new bank account,

opened four weeks ago by Anthony Jenkins. It had about £6,000 in it.

6,000 would cover the flights and hotel in Mumbai.

Do we really think Tony Jenkins is some kind of...

..Pakistani agent? We don't know what Jenkins was capable of.

Well, I think it's very possible he was an innocent victim.

Nikki needs to know this. She could be dealing with

some kind of military-grade nerve agent.

And how are you going to tell her that? There's a satellite phone

onboard. I can call her directly. I'd rather you didn't.

I'd rather I did!

This is highly sensitive. It IS sensitive - she's our colleague

and she's my fiancee. I understand that this is emotional for you...

Emotional?! Screw yourself. We need to warn Nikki. Tell her, Harriet.

What? What's that?

What are you not telling us?

The Pakistani Prime Minister is due in Downing Street in 48 hours

for a binational summit. He's in the air already, which is why I'm here.

Whitehall are concerned that the events on EV609

may be linked to his visit.

How? The airline's owner, Saqib Bashir, is a very vocal supporter

of the Pakistani PM. The general, however, isn't.

Hang on, hang on a sec. You knew about Bashir? And the general?

Only some of it. God's sake! You have filled in the rest.

And I have to commend you, Mr Hodgson, on your research.

It has been very thorough. So this attack on the plane,

it is political? If it is, then it is heading our way.

I'm calling Nikki. Jack, no! This is serious.

I need to lock things down until we have filled in more of the blanks.

Really?

Hand in your phone, please. Everyone.

No.

Listen, we have got a specialist - a team of specialists -

at Thames House. We're working on this right now.

We will bring back that plane and its passengers home safe.

You have my word. Oh, you give us your word? That's nice.

Your phone, please.

Contact the plane. Tell Dr Alexander everything about General Anwar

and the possibility that this is a targeted attack.

I will make sure that Dr Alexander gets word.

Thank you.

Sit tight. I'll be in touch.

JACK SIGHS

She'll be OK, Jack. Yeah.

Nah, bollocks to this.

BEEPING

BEEPING

They've blocked our phone lines. Shit!

Don't worry. We're going to get you home to your fiance, Dr Alexander.

Who said I was...? We gossip. HE CHUCKLES

One of the perks of the job.

The vanishing point, right? Mm.

I don't want to vanish.

I want to go home, Ade.

To Jack.

To my work.

We're all going home, Nikki.

PIANO PLAYS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

I'm so bloody stupid!

I've just worked out why Mason came down on us.

If the whole plane becomes contaminated,

there's no way anyone is going to let it land, are they?

They don't want that information getting to the plane,

and that's why she's locked us down.

Wait a minute.

I'm as worried as you are, Jack.

Where is it?

Ah.

Go into the changing room, hold it up high. You might be lucky

and pick up some Wi-Fi from the university.

In fact, being the size you are, you could probably get it

sitting down. Are you running some narcotics empire

we don't know about? No. It's my gee-gees phone.

I have a weakness for the horses and my husband never approved,

God rest him, so... It's my little memento.

Come on, take this. And here's the number for the satellite phone.

You see, I'm very thorough. Go on, off you go. Oh, and, Jack, remember,

it's always good to have a few secrets in a marriage.

Quick. Quick! Get Nikki back safe, go on.

THERMOMETER BEEPS

Can you tell me how you're feeling, Mr Townsend?

Who are you?

I don't know you. Get away from me.

I-I'm Nikki. The doctor. The confusion is normal.

It's just a symptom of having such a high temperature.

I said I don't know you! Just leave me alone!

I'm not sick.

And you're not my doctor.

RAPID BEEPING

Hello? Nikki, it's me. Jack!

We think this could be a targeted poisoning,

a feud between the airline owner and someone in the Pakistan military.

So this could be a military weapon?

Some sort of toxic nerve agent?

The Foreign Office seem to think so.

And it looks like Tony Jenkins was involved.

Definitely seems to trace back to the hotel where Jenkins was staying.

Nikki?

You all right? You there? Tony said something strange.

He told me he'd found something to live for

after his wife and daughter died, a cause.

He was only in India for three days.

He lied. There was no walking holiday. What?

Why would he lie?

Was it him, this assassin? Maybe he got himself mixed up in something.

He said something else, Jack, just before he died.

I thought I'd misheard it. Just one word. What did he say?

Victory.

Victory?

Tony didn't seem like a bad man. He just seemed a little lost.

The pathologist who PM'd the Mumbai hotel victim

found a red mark on the dead man's palm,

thought he might've handled the toxin. I didn't see any marks

on Tony's hands. Although... something like that

might only present postmortem. Patel mentioned that.

Tony's body is here. He's onboard. You said they put him in the hold.

Nikki, no.

No, you probably can't even... If I can get to the body,

then maybe I could... Could what? You were with him till the end.

You saw him. I need to save these passengers, Jack.

If something new presents on the body postmortem,

then maybe I can identify the toxin. Nikki, don't do anything daft,

please. At the very least, we could establish a link

with the body in Mumbai. That way, their toxicology results

could help us.

I've got to go, Jack.

I love you.

BEEP

This is going to sound a little... unorthodox.

I need to access the hold.

O... K.

But why? If it's not a stupid question.

It's not. I need to look at the body.

Armed police, executing a warrant. Don't move!

All right, Bobby? It's been a while.

Right, let's get started in the basement. It's through there.

I want everything bagged, and I want the entire place

swept for any traces of toxic substances.

ENGINE RUMBLES

Nicest scrubs I've ever worn. Not quite Egyptian cotton,

but they do sell for a fortune on eBay.

The hold has the same air-con as up here.

We transport pets and stuff, you know, so it's got to be liveable.

It's just a little colder.

When I open the box, I don't want any risk of contamination

with the passenger deck, so close the hatch after me, OK?

Are you sure you want to do this, Nikki?

Truth is...

..I'd rather be sipping champagne.

PASSENGERS CHAT

MURMURING

Thanks.

HATCH CLUNKS

DOG WHIMPERS

Sh. It's OK.

Hello again, Tony.

Are you going to tell me what we're dealing with now?

Internet's back up. Phone lines, too. How did that happen?

It just did. Mason's been busy on other things.

I assume she put your disobedience down to youthful indiscretion.

Busy on what other things? The police carried out a raid

this morning on one of the main conduits for Pakistani intelligence

funding in London. They find any nerve agents?

Not yet. And no payments to Tony Jenkins.

So he could still be an innocent victim in all this.

Maybe. Maybe not.

General Anwar's been known to use clean skins -

amateurs, people with secrets to hide, debts.

Did he have debts? Well, that's what I wondered. I checked bankruptcy

and insolvency. Nothing. But then... KEYS TAP

..I thought I'd take a little wander through small claims court

register... You know how to live. And there he was, Anthony Jenkins.

He was taken to small claims

by a medical supplies company in Basildon. So they're thinking

he must have been hard up, open to financial inducements?

Mm. This was 18 months ago.

He was living out Essex way. There's an address.

Ah...

Something else going on here. Nikki said Tony's last word was "victory".

Weird.

I know we're meant to stay put, but...

The subject is Anthony Jenkins, a 50-year-old Caucasian male

who died on Flight EV609 at approximately 23:45 GMT.

I note the presence of dried blood on his face,

most prominently at the mouth and nostrils.

Also a yellowing of the sclera that seems to have appeared postmortem.

My assumption is that some acute and rapidly fatal process

has taken place in the subject's body,

most likely from a toxin or other poisoning.

He has some eczema on his right hand.

None on the left.

But no evidence of erosions.

There's something in his left trouser leg pocket.

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

I have removed a small perfume atomiser

from the left trouser pocket of the deceased.

The bottle is cracked...

..and appears empty, except for a few clear drops of liquid.

SHE SIGHS

SCISSORS CUT

I can see an area of erosions on his left thigh.

So it's likely that whatever was in the atomiser

leaked onto Mr Jenkins's skin, penetrating the dermis.

I think it's reasonable to assume that whatever is in this bottle

is the source of the toxin.

Oh, Tony...

ANGRY CHATTER

KNOCKING

PASSENGER: You're responsible for our lives, as well!

ADE: I am well aware of my responsibilities.

If you can please just return to your seat...

URGENT KNOCKING

She's not coming up until you tell us what's going on.

We have a right to know. Are we at risk?

I don't know. We don't know. KNOCKING

W-We're just trying to get back to London, get everyone home.

She's been with the body, she could have been in contact

with whatever's causing this. She has been with all three patients.

So have I. We're doing what we can

to help two sick patients pull through.

This is shit. This is shit.

You have a duty of care. We all have families waiting for us.

So do I. KNOCKING

So does she.

KNOCKING Ade!

Dr Alexander is an internationally renowned pathologist. She does this

for a living. KNOCKING

Hey! KNOCKING

Hey! Let me out!

Ade!

And if she has found anything, it could save our lives.

KNOCKING Ade! So what do you want to do?

Let me out!

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY Ade!

CLUNKING

Sorry, Doctor.

What's going on?

Did you find something? Did you find something on the body?

We're getting closer, I think. I think the danger is isolated.

Only very few individuals are affected.

You "think"? If you're looking for reassurance,

and I would be, in your position, the evidence so far points to this -

no infection, no airborne pathogen.

The sickness is only transmitted through close and direct contact.

So we're safe? Well, you'll be a lot safer if you go back to your seats

and stay away from anyone who's been in contact with the toxin.

You found something, didn't you?

23 Hamilton Gardens.

This is the address Tony Jenkins gave to the court.

So he was living here until a year ago?

A long way from business class.

Hello. Sorry to disturb. I'm wondering if you know

anything about the man who used to live next door, Tony Jenkins.

Are you police? Do we look like police?

We work at a medical school. Tony's on a flight with our colleague,

he's taken very ill. We're in a bit of a race against time here.

Er... they were all ill, next door, and then they left.

Not surprising. Look at the state of it round here. We've got black mould

in every room, too. Do you know where he might have moved to?

I hope someplace better than this.

Say hi, would you? I used to baby-sit his young one.

All right. Cheers.

That's all we've got.

Valerie Jenkins' medical records show the same address.

She died last year, didn't she? Looks like the child's death

and Val's illness put Tony in the red. I suppose it's possible

Pakistani intelligence got to him,

paid him to go to India AND get the poison on the plane.

You think? How would they find him?

Maybe the same way I did, small claims?

That's him, isn't it?

That's Tony?

Yeah, he volunteered here after his wife passed.

Cancer took his whole family from him. So sad. Poor love.

Does he still work here? I haven't seen him in a fair few months.

You wouldn't have his address, would you? Er, I can check. Er...

Ah! 23... Hamilton Gardens?

Oh, is he not there any more?

Was he friends with any of the other volunteers, or...?

Er, I don't think so. He was... very, um...

..how can I say? Private.

OK.

Oh, lovely, if you see him... RUSTLING

..could you give him this? It's his coat.

He left it, last time he worked the tills.

What's this?

Some lettings invoice.

Is there an address? Yeah.

17-minute drive away from here.

27, the way you drive.

You don't know what was in that perfume bottle? Not perfume.

BETH GROANS

What, so Mr Jenkins brought poison on board? Why?

Maybe he was paid to bring the stuff to London. The bottle was cracked.

It must have leaked onto his skin. He wasn't expecting to die.

And they both got infected along the way? Townsend went down

before Beth did. He pushed past Tony and me in the airport.

Hmm... Sounds like our Mr Townsend.

Er, sorry.

He doesn't deserve this.

No-one does.

BETH MOANS

Are you all right, Beth?

BETH MOANS Can I get you something?

Do...

Do you really believe that?

That no-one deserves this? Of course. I want to help you.

Then ask me.

Do what you did with Tony. What do you mean?

Record me...

..my symptoms, every... thing this evil poison does to my body.

I have Tony's recording. You need to save your strength.

No... You... you went down to see Tony, right?

What did you find?

He had a small perfume bottle in his pocket.

You keep it.

You prove what's killing us.

You record every single

excruciating little step.

You were wrong.

Some people do...

Some people do deserve to die.

Do you know what was in that bottle, Beth?

D-Do you know what you're dying of?

He knows.

What? Who?

Ask him.

DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE DISTANT SIRENS

Any bright ideas?

Mm, what would you use? Let me guess -

Nikki's birthday? SHE CHUCKLES

Oh, wow!

Try Tony's wife, Val. 0509.

HE CHUCKLES WRYLY

Genius, Kit. Thanks.

He thought he was coming home. Milk's still in date.

"Tony and Val.

"Today,

"forever."

Jack? Come and see this.

Victory. The last thing he said.

MACHINERY WHIRS

It's barely 300 yards from Tony's house.

Victory.

Do you understand what she's talking about, Mr Townsend?

I don't know... She's crazy.

She already tried to attack me once.

Did you do this, Beth?

While we were on the ground in Azerbaijan?

Why would you poison him?!

Let me help you.

He-he needs to talk.

I don't know her!

No.

But you will.

Tell her every single thing! Why you're dying!

I don't know!

Tell her, and I'll help you.

What?

I can stop this.

I can stop it. I have an anti-toxin.

HE GROANS

ADE: Nikki, Jack is on the phone for you. He says it's urgent.

I think I know what this is about, Nikki.

Jenkins' daughter died from a rare leukaemia.

He blamed a chemicals company called Berkshire Biofuels.

Majority shareholder is a non-dom called...

TOGETHER: Grant Townsend.

He's right here, Jack.

He's sick.

Tony tried to take a group action, but they tied them up

in complex disclosure requests, drowned them in documents, you know?

So Grant Townsend was the target.

Tony came on board to kill him?

Doesn't get us any closer to working out what the toxin is.

I think it does, Jack. What?

Jack, I have to go.

BEEP

Yes?

I know why this is happening.

It's because of the nyraxin.

They blame me.

SHE PANTS AND GROANS

Nyraxin? What's nyraxin?

Tell her.

Tell her what it is.

Tell her what it does.

So everyone will know. Tell her, and I'll help you.

Tell her.

The nyraxin comes from my factories.

Your factories? It's a by-product of the distillation process.

Causes cancer.

Particularly susceptible in children.

Tony's daughter.

Not just Tony's daughter.

Your child had cancer, too.

Jacob.

His name was Jacob.

Like Tony's daughter - leukaemia?

He always said there was something in the soil,

in the water, that was killing our kids.

Berkshire Biofuels. 300 yards from Tony's house.

Two miles from mine. A release of nyraxin from the factory.

It was going on for years. Nobody stopped it.

His lawyers made sure of that.

HE GRUNTS They all died!

No-one was listening to us. No-one. So you decided to make him suffer?

Not just to make him suffer. To prove it!

He denied it, all this time, that nyraxin was killing our children,

that he was killing our children!

No proof!

No proof?! This is proof!

You, me and Tony.

Living, dying proof.

So that's what you used? That's what's in the bottle? Nyraxin?

It causes acetylcholine build-up.

All the body processes go into overdrive.

The organs begin to shut down one by one.

Oh, m-m-make it stop.

Make it stop!

Starts with delirium,

nausea,

vomiting,

bleeding,

then coma.

Death comes from respiratory failure...

..due to paralysis of respiratory muscles...

..depression of the central nervous system.

Beth, enough! Everyone will know now.

It's in us, it's in our bodies.

Proof. Proof!

But here, on a plane full of people?

The bastard was out of the country the whole time!

He always has security with him, wherever he goes.

Apart from on the plane. So you distilled a poison,

using nyraxin, and put it in a perfume bottle?

We found a biochemist in Mumbai. We didn't tell her what it was for.

A cleaner died at the hotel Tony stayed at in Mumbai.

We never meant for anyone else to get hurt.

HE COUGHS

HE RETCHES

Admit it! Admit what's killing you!

Ugh, anything!

You're right. I admit it. Whatever you say.

Please... Beth, come on! Please! The anti-toxin!

No.

Oh, no...

I have no idea

if there's an anti-toxin for this thing.

What?

HE SOBS

I'm sorry,

but we're both going to die.

HE WAILS But I don't want to die!

PHONE VIBRATES Nikki? The poison. It's nyraxin.

I need to speak to Harriet. Nyraxin.

I'm on it. Call you right back.

Hurry, Jack. Please.

RINGING TONE

Harriet, I need your help.

HARRIET: Nyraxin is similar in constitution

to methamidophos and diethyl parathion, Nikki.

It killed their children, Harriet.

The doctors didn't find an anti-toxin.

We're going to figure this out, Nikki.

If we can find something that will do the job of the enzyme,

then we can inhibit the parasympathetic nervous system.

Some kind of anti-cholinergic? Where am I going to find that onboard?

This won't wait until we land.

Atropine! It's in atropine!

Eye drops, Nikki! Wait... Wait.

Promethazine. Promethazine! It's used for travel sickness!

Promethazine? Eye drops and travel-sickness pills.

Oh! Go get it, Nikki! Go, go, go!

BEEP

Ade, I need your help. We need to make an announcement.

BING-BONG

CAPTAIN: We have an urgent request. Please listen carefully.

Can all passengers who are travelling

with travel sickness medication check the labels? We're looking for

anything containing the active ingredient promethazine.

PASSENGERS MURMUR Also for anyone who has eye drops

containing atropine, also known as daturin.

Come on... Come on...

PASSENGERS: Here. I've got it! I've got some, as well!

Thanks. Thank you.

CROCKERY RATTLES

Is this going to work?

It should stem the effects of the nyraxin until we get on the ground.

I just need to get the right dose. Huh. No pressure.

No pressure. Hmm.

Here, Beth.

Wh-What is it?

It's promethazine and atropine. Drink it now.

Mr Townsend? What are you giving me?

It should slow the effects.

No more poison! It's an anti-toxin.

You... you can stop this?

I think we can stop this. But we'll only know if you drink it.

It's all we've got.

BETH WHEEZES

It's OK, Beth.

I don't want it.

It's anti-cholinergic, Beth. You have to, Beth. You're very sick.

SHE COUGHS

We did it. In the end.

Please, Beth. BETH GROANS

In ten, fifteen minutes... Everyone will know.

The factories will close.

Yes, Beth, you've won.

Here. Take the drink.

When we get back to London, you can tell everyone.

It was always Jacob and me.

Always us.

Here, Beth. Come on. Drink the drink. Here. Here.

Beth!

Ade, quick! Quick!

Ade, quick! Quick! We need to get her on the ground.

Get her on the ground. OK. OK? OK. One, two, up.

It's all right, Beth. Watch her head, watch her head.

It's OK, Beth.

Get the defib ready. It's OK, Beth.

BETH STRUGGLES FOR BREATH Give her some space.

DEFIBRILLATOR WHIRS

ELECTRIC SHOCK BOOMS

DEFIBRILLATOR: Shock delivered. Begin CPR.

FLATLINE ECHOES

Tony used the last of his money to buy a plot for the victims...

..so they could all be together.

A gentle man.

Is this it?

Where the Earth meets the sky?

The vanishing point?

Is this where we go?

Maybe.

Just not yet, OK?

Not yet.

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium. ♪