NEWS: That's 11 now dead from the suspected outbreak of Russian ﬂu.
My father had a degenerative illness called Deel's syndrome,
where his entire body shut down.
Why is my brother still a suspect?
- Is that all of it? - Do you think I kept a piece?
This has one number on it, mine.
Don't tell anyone you have these.
- (GASPS) - (SCREAMS)
NEWS: Police have a suspect in custody,
a Russian national named as Anya Lutvchenko.
Anya!
MILNER: He is the beating heart of all of this, and if we can find his identity,
it ends and you go home.
That's who Mr Rabbit is.
(SCREAMS)
- Alice! - Shut her up!
- Ian, is she OK? - Please, stop her screaming, now!
I can't stop her screaming! She's lost her fucking mind!
Stop her screaming or I'll drive this van into a fucking wall!
WILSON: I'm not saying we dump her.
BECKY: What are you saying then, Wilson?
- I'm saying we can't look after her. - Ssh!
WILSON: She must have grandparents, or relatives.
Why are you even saying that?
You know they'll be there waiting if we go within a million miles of her family.
So, what's your big idea, Becky?
I don't fucking have one, shit-head!
IAN: Couldn't we just leave her somewhere, like a police station or a hospital?
You might as well put a bullet in her head right now.
Are you suggesting shooting her?
Of course I'm not! What the fuck is the matter with you?
IAN: All right, all right. Pack it in.
We... we have to take her with us. It's the only thing we can do.
- No, look, just call Milner. - I called at six.
You saw me. The next contact time's midnight.
Taking that girl with us is insane! How are we going to look after her?
It's not just her life! It's Grant's, it's ours...
Right! Right, right, I've had enough of your shit.
I'm taking her with us. You don't have to come if you don't want to.
What? What? What do you mean? What? Like a break-up?
Yeah!
Yeah, if you're going to be all fucking...
...you know.
(SHE SIGHS)
WILSON: Mr Rabbit was supposed to be our ticket out of all this.
- IAN: There's still Milner. She'll help. - Yeah?
And has it occurred to you, the only reason why she's not answering
is because she knows we lost the manuscript?
Taking Alice with us is not a good decision.
She needs help.
This will end bad.
All she's got is us.
Did you see how she looked at us?
Like we're terrifying.
Becky, she's in shock.
No.
She's right.
We're scary.
That's what we've become.
We're just like them now.
What's that? A piece of finger?
How did you get involved in all this?
Remember SARS? I worked for the Martarla Foundation who discovered it.
One of their top scientists, a rising star, six-figure salary,
use of a private jet. Have you ever been on a private jet?
It's nice.
I was in Hong Kong when SARS hit.
They kept it locked down, but I thought, "Fuck that, I'm special."
So I went in, had a look, found out it didn't exist.
What? SARS didn't exist?
No. Whole thing was just a series of unconnected respiratory infections.
Took me under an hour to discover that there was no cause or link.
So, I filed my report...
...and within a week...
...I was discredited,
research destroyed...
...fired.
I tried speaking out, but everyone thought I'd just gone a bit David Icke.
But people died. SARS was...
Started in November 2002.
It lasted precisely seven months. By summer 2003, it no longer existed.
The "pandemic" affected just 8,422 people and killed 916.
Do you know how many people die each year from random respiratory problems?
SARS did not exist.
Next question. Why did they do it?
Answer. I don't fucking know.
All I know was within the next few weeks I was embroiled in a sex scandal.
Professor Pervert, addicted to coke and prostitutes.
- So, did they... did they just set you up? - Yeah.
Well, no.
I...I do like cocaine and prostitutes,
but they didn't have to tell anyone.
I've never heard of Martarla.
No, no-one has, but you've heard of the parent company.
Corvadt?
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Um... why don't you come back tomorrow? I've got a lot of tests.
- Tomorrow? No fucking way. - I've got to do some more tests.
I am not leaving that here.
Come back at one. I... I promise I'll have something by then.
- Where are you going? - There's a thing I have to...
I said one.
OK, yes, I did the test, and it's flu. They're right, Russian flu.
No, no, you're lying. Where's the sample?
I can't give it you back. I mean, it's infected, and I'm not lying.
- What's in there? - It's papers.
- It's nothing but papers. - No, no.
Ow!
- Please, please, please! - Is this it? Is this it?
It's not what you think.
Oh, Jesus Christ. It was chemical poisoning!
No flu at all?
You have no idea how powerful...
...and rich they are.
Let's split it.
You want to use this for money?
They ruined my life...
...and I deserve compensation.
I deserve it!
Wait!
Think about the money!
(OWL HOOTS)
BECKY: Jesus Christ, it's massive!
WILSON: Yeah, I told you we'd find the place eventually.
(DOOR CREAKS)
BECKY: Is it time to call Milner?
Yeah. Let's just pray she answers.
(RINGING TONE)
(WHISPERS) Come on.
(RINGING TONE CONTINUES)
(LINE GOES DEAD)
- (BREATHES DEEPLY) - (INSECT BUZZES)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GASPS)
Arby has the manuscript, but there are pages missing.
He thinks Jessica Hyde removed them.
And there's something else.
I think he had her... and I think he let her go.
(SIGHS)
You've gone all goth.
I'm in hiding.
We have to hide.
Are you OK?
Alice, do you want to talk about what...
I've got an essay due Friday. How am I going to get it in?
It's on Crime and Punishment. I need to finish it. Do you have a laptop?
What about paper? Is there paper?
There must be paper! I'm on for an A!
- I've got paper. - I don't want my mark to drop!
- Alice, I've got paper. I've got paper. - How am I going to get it in?
Get it done. I'll find a way.
Staying in one place is stupid.
So is going cross-country with a child who's having a fucking breakdown.
Don't make me the bad guy. I'm just...
Why am I even...
I mean, you've both decided, haven't you? You've both...
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Come with me.
Just come. Come on.
(DOOR CREAKS)
We can't go to a restaurant so I thought we'd make our own.
Our date, remember?
Come on.
(HE CHUCKLES)
Menu's shit. We've got, um... salt and vinegar crisps.
Peperami and cheese.
- Oh, my God! This is shit. - (CHUCKLES)
And the only drink's Fanta.
I hate Fanta.
- Is this a table-tennis table? - Mm-hm.
Oh, and after...
...we've got a movie.
Stare at that and I... I describe the plot to Spider-Man 2.
Thank you.
(IAN AND BECKY CHATTER)
Have you still got those pages?
Jessica.
You haven't told anyone about those pages?
- No... - Don't.
Don't tell anyone, Grant.
Just you and me.
OK?
I'll be around.
I'll keep an eye on you, I promise.
What? Are you leaving?
Keep this up...
or you'll die.
Are you sure you don't remember the name of Mr Rabbit?
Just it began with an L.
What's over there?
Grant? What were you hiding when I came in?
Drawings?
You did drawings of the manuscript?
Why didn't you tell us?
Well, they ain't very good.
I can't remember her name. The woman in the book.
The woman Raskolnikov kills.
He kills this woman, this... old woman.
He kills her, and I can't remember her name.
You can just say "the woman“.
No! I can't! I need the book! Where's the book?
- I need it! - We haven't got the book.
No! I can't! I need the book!
(SOBS) Where's the book?
It's OK.
Alyona.
Alyona Ivanovna.
I'll go get you some more paper.
Give us that.
Give us it!
- I'm using it. - Just give me the paper at the back!
Popeyed shit-legs.
I don't know. I never really knew what I wanted to do.
My brother was always nagging me about squandering my brain.
Thought I was a genius.
I miss him.
He's... he's very driven.
Psycho-driven.
This reminds me of him.
He was mad for table tennis when we were kids.
I'd do anything to see him again.
Well, this is nice.
Better than drunk shagging and angry shagging.
- Yeah. Though shagging was nice. - Hm.
Problem for you, though, is,
how are you going to get in my knickers without me being drunk or angry?
Yeah. Well...
...I could try telling you that I like you.
That I think a lot about your lips, your eyes, your smile.
I could tell you that I know you're in the room even before I've seen you.
And I could tell you that...
...despite all this madness, murder and mayhem...
...there's a corner of my soul that feels like it's coming alive because of you.
Mm, yeah. That might do it.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE) - Good.
Oh, fuck!
- Shit! - Don't worry. It... it was an accident.
- Fuck. Becky, it's OK, it's OK.
Um... the great thing about this place...
(LAUGHS) ...you can spill anything.
(PAPER CUP CLATTERS)
You're never gonna believe this.
I've been looking at these drawings that Grant did of the manuscript.
What are you twats doing?
What? Er... Grant did drawings?
Yeah, just a few. And, no, not of Mr Rabbit.
But... do you remember this?
The scientist makes a thing called a ghost cell which he puts into a buffalo.
The buffalo's killed, fed to the man, and the man rots.
Yeah. It's what all the BSE conspiracy stuff was based on.
Yeah, yeah. Look, and then Grant's drawings.
The scientist creates a god with two faces
and the god goes inside the ghost cell.
Roman mythology!
A god with two faces.
It's Janus.
And that's how they get it into us.
Via the food chain, the same way they did with BSE.
- But it would be noticed. Testing. - Maybe it looks like something else.
There's tons of bacterial shit in food, and if Carvel's a Nazi...
Like what? A disease that targets certain races?
What if it's not the disease that's selective? What if it's the cure?
Russian flu.
Corvadt are making the vaccine.
Right. How do you get flu?
Somebody sneezes and you breathe it in.
No. No, no. You ingest it. Mostly you get it on your hands and you ingest it.
So, they adapt some fucking weapons-grade flu virus
so that it can be hidden in food,
and Corvadt make a vaccine that's only effective on certain races.
I mean, after Fetlar, people are terrified.
One more outbreak like that and they'll be rioting to get it in their arms.
Fuck testing!
- But you'd need it in so much food. - WILSON: Yeah, you would.
See that symbol?
It's everywhere in part two.
Don't you recognise that symbol?
Pergus Holdings. They're massive. They're like Kraft or Nestlé,
and they manufacture everything from crisps to fizzy drinks to pet food,
and that...
...is their logo.
Fuck.
(DOORS CLICK AND CREAK)
- Have a nice date? - Jesus Christ!
Where have you been?
Are you and Becky an item now?
Where the fuck have you been?
The phone Milner gave you.
- Take it out and call her. - No, Jessica.
Look, I don't know what your game is, but I am not going to be part of...
Call... Milner.
Voice mail.
Tell her you're with Jessica Hyde.
It's Ian.
I'm with Jessica Hyde.
If they were tapping her phone, you've just killed her.
You still think so small, Ian.
So... IT.
"Gone to get supplies"?
What is it with him and notes?
Becky, if I show you something, will you...
Becky, if I show you something, do you promise not to get angry?
No, show it me!
I found it in the van.
Don't... don't worry. I turned it off. But if we were to turn it on...
We need to find out about Pergus Holdings.
Now, I can download malware that will confuse the IMEI of this.
Any search will make it look as though...
So, let's go for a walk, then.
Do it from far away, to be safe.
- Hey, how... how's Alice? - Grant said all she's talking about
is getting her essay in.
It's like she's switched off, or something.
Do you think she'll be OK?
I...I dunno.
- WILSON: Here's great. - All right.
First, check we're alone. You look up there, and I'll look down here.
(RINGING TONE)
We lost the manuscript.
No, you listen! Tell me what's going on!
Like, what, are they infecting people? Are they?
Stop lying. That's bullshit.
Look, I need to see you.
Tomorrow morning, 6.15.
I'll send you my location.
I'm in trouble.
- All right? - Yeah.
It says here Pergus were a small-time processed-food company up until 1993
then, suddenly, they started buying subsidiaries
in Europe, Africa, South America. They're everywhere.
All right. What happened in '93?
Er... a new CEO.
Lane Monroe.
Shit.
Lane.
L-
Is that Mr Rabbit?
What, him?
Fuck it, I'm gonna get his address.
Oh, maybe I'll have a look for my dad. You know, he would have p...
- No, no, don't. - No, it's a perfect opport...
We can't risk.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - Yeah?
What's this?
I lied. I did keep a piece.
Kevin Baig, resident of Fetlar,
listed dead from Russian flu, Thursday 14th.
This says he was poisoned by chromic potassium sulphate.
I want Anya released.
It's the child. Christ! It's the child. I should have known.
I've copies with lawyers.
Sealed. They don't know what it is,
but they do know to send it to press if I don't phone in every two hours.
Do you know how stupid you look?
Don't do this, Michael. Come on.
We'll wreck your life, we'll do so much damage...
Release Anya.
Yeah, well, we're not going to do that.
You're proving yourself surprisingly unpredictable.
We need collateral, so we can't release her, can we?
Now, what does surprise me is that, given you know what we are capable of,
you still seem to think you can negotiate.
Now, obviously, we can't hurt you physically,
because of your supposed lawyers, so...
Is that Jen?
Mm-hm.
You... you hurt her, and I will have nothing to lose.
- You remember that. - Alexi, give us a wave.
Alexi has a folder.
It contains photos of you and Anya fucking, of course.
Dates, times, a scan of your baby...
...and a rather lurid DVD.
Now, give me everything you have by 8pm or he will hand it to your wife.
You see, there are lots of grades of hurt we can do to a life
and we have the will to inflict them all.
(SIREN WAILS)
(LOW CHATTER)
(PHONE RINGS)
- Have they seen you? - Milner? Jesus, is that you?
Have they seen you? Yes or no?
No. No, they haven't.
I'm sending a distraction. Get out of there now.
Hey!
(GLASS SMASH ES)
Milner, I'm sorry! I just need to see... Fuck!
Do you think this is a fucking game? Is that it? You stupid...
No, no, I don't! I just... I'm sorry!
Sorry? They have your families staked out!
You were picked up three times on facial recognition.
If I hadn't managed to intercept it, you and your brother would be dead!
What kind of a risk do you think that puts me in?
- I just wanted to see him! - (SIGHS)
I've had a team on you all morning. They have no idea what this is.
I don't know how I'm going to explain that little sideshow.
Why is there a message on my phone from you about Jessica Hyde?
She had a gun to my head. I thought she was setting you up.
(SIGHS) You lost the manuscript.
How... how do you know?
I'm a spy. It's sort of the point of what I do.
What's interesting is, the person who took it still has it.
That means we have a chance.
We're a mess. The others are worse than me. We're not up to this.
Well, you bloody well have to be.
Look, Carvel finished Janus before he died.
He wrote it into the manuscript.
- So, it's in the manuscript? - Yes.
And whatever Janus does or is, it's in those pages.
I think I know what it is. We figured some stuff out.
Good God. Is that the manuscript?
(COCKS sun)
I read it.
There's a boy. They torture him.
He has one comfort.
A sweet.
Chocolate raisins.
You lied.
That boy is long gone.
They ripped everything from you, even your name.
- (BREATHES DEEPLY) - You think you're called Arby.
But that's not your name. That's not a name, it's initials.
RB.
Raisin Boy.
That's what they called you when they forgot who you were.
I'm all you have, Arby.
Where is Jessica Hyde?
(MOANS AND GASPS)
If I see anyone else there, I'll kill them.
And destroy this.
What was my name?
Pietre.
Your name was Pietre.
MILNER: I think you might be right, Ian.
Monroe ran secret nerve agent research for the CIA before Pergus.
He's Network, definitely.
But for now it's all about the manuscript.
There are several parties searching for it. Jessica will be the one that finds it.
And what makes you think she'll come back to us?
Where else does she have to go?
You'd better get back.
Don't tell your friends about this thing with Roy.
They need to believe in you.
You're doing well, Ian.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(TYRES SCREECH)
ALICE: Raskolnikov desires the power of life over death.
He kills the old woman,
because he decides that the world is better off without her.
But really he wants to discover what it's like to end a life.
He deduces that killing a human is right in the pursuit of a higher cause.
Yeah. Yeah, that's great, Alice.
Reckon that'll be an A, definitely.
- So, you found out where Monroe lives? - Yeah, we did. We need to go there.
Er... Wilson... with respect, I don't think you're thinking straight.
We go, we find Monroe and we see if he's got
the Chinese character for "rabbit" carved on his belly.
Then what? We... whack him?
He's right.
We go.
I'm sick of waiting for people to save us.
So, she kissed you? On the mouth?
- Did you kiss her back? - Becky, she had a gun to my head.
Did you enjoy it?
(SCOFFS)
Well, I suppose she's attractive...
in a kind of skinny-bitch, evil murderess kind of way.
Are you Becky?
Yeah, I am.
I'm Alice.
Get in.
(COCKS sun)
I want the manuscript, and you are going to take me to it.
Of course.
That's why I'm here.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GASPING)
(GASPING AND MOANING)
(BRIEFCASE SLAMS)
The latest batch of vaccine.
We agreed you'd do the testing.
I've arranged for a car. It's waiting downstairs, take you to the lab.
So...
...one of us nips in the garage...
...goes up, breaks in...
...and forces Monroe to buzz the rest up.
- Which one of us? - He's an old white dude.
Who's he gonna be more scared of?
You look like a psycho pirate.
Yeah.
Where are we going?
Up there. See the prick that did this to us.
(SQUEAKING)
What the fuck is he doing?
TV: ...been farming here on this land for nearly 80 years
but, according to Jarrod,
no-one around can remember a time when the crop was this bad.
Many are saying if the rains don't come soon, they're finished.
But for some it is already too late.
- Is it money? Do you want... - Get up!
(GASPS)
You need to open the garage door.
My friends want to talk to you.
Oh, no. No, no.
All right, listen.
I have done everything that you asked.
- All right? - Let them in.
- Now. - All right.
All right, all right.
OK.
Don't do this, OK?
(INTERCOM BUZZES)
I have been loyal.
- You haven't done what we asked. - What?
I did. I did everything.
What did you do?
You did nothing.
The GCHN1 protein is everywhere. I made sure it was everywhere.
- What more do you want? - (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
All right. All right!
OK. Oh, yeah.
You're not them?
Surprise. Come on. Move!
All right, all right.
Look, you stay in there and whatever you hear, don't come out.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(MUFFLED GROAN)
Fuck.
BECKY: Right, well, if he's not Mr Rabbit let's just leave.
WILSON: He knows something. He's talking about...
Grant? What about my essay?
It's late. We need to get it in.
Ain't gonna happen, Alice.
Alice...
Your mum...
Is it him?
In there?
He did this?
WILSON: What's the GCHN1 protein?
Please...
I'm not...
Oh, look... I'm no-one.
I was just doing what I was told.
(YELPS)
- Why don't you answer the question? - Oh!
(WHIMPERS)
(GASPS)
What the fuck are you doing?
It was a protein that we bred into foodstuffs, OK?
(GASPS) A modification of corn!
We bred a corn with a softer husk.
It could be... it could be broken down, used in animal feeds.
It saved farmers billions. Everyone wanted it.
- What does the protein do? - Do?
It doesn't do anything.
It contains a modified amino acid that helps with the softening process,
but it's not necessary for it.
The amino acid is absorbed harmlessly into the body.
So, you went through all that trouble to get this amino acid in food
- and it does nothing? - Look, I'm just a cog.
I was paid. I was just doing what I was told.
Who's Mr Rabbit?
Christ, I don't know that!
Who do you think I am?
Do you know about Janus?
You know that name?
If you're a cog, then how come you know about Janus?
That's my dad.
Becky, that's... that's my dad.
So... so what?
They... they killed him?
They... they killed Dad?
Wilson... I'm so sorry.
- (COCKS GUN) - No, no, no, no, no!
- Wilson, no! - Wilson. Wilson, don't.
You said he was alive!
You sat down with me and you said he was alive!
- I had to. We... we couldn't risk it. - Did you know about this?
- Yeah. - You're supposed to be my friends!
BECKY: We are! We are!
You're not! None of you! You lied!
- No... Please... - They killed him.
- BECKY: No! Wilson, leave it!
(INTERCOM BUZZES)
- (INTERCOM BUZZES) - The concierge knows I'm here.
- If I don't answer that, he'll come up! - (COCKS GUN)
Wilson? We need him to answer. Grant and Alice are here.
- Please. - It's all right.
- Come on. Come on. - Come on.
(INTERCOM BUZZES)
Whoever it is, get rid of them.
Send them up.
You fucking little shit!
Er... right.
Right, you! Move!
Right. Grant? Point that at his legs.
If he moves, shoot his knees off.
Fucking yes!
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - MAN: Monroe.
It's Letts. Conran Letts.
BECKY: Jesus Christ, what are we going to do?
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - LETTS: Monroe?
Hold this a sec.
LETTS: You and I need to talk.
Monroe! Open the door!
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
(GUNSHOT)
He killed my mum, Becky.
Jesus Christ.
What do we do? Ian?
We go now, and we take him with us.
OK.