Temple (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript
Where's the money?
It's stolen!
The police are gonna be looking for it.
Run!
Did you see him?
What about Jamie?
Did he make it out of London?
He's gone to hand himself in.
I know what you did.
The kidney.
I want my money by tomorrow,
or tell my story to everyone.
Shit!
I'm suspending you
until further notice.
- Suzana knows about the kidney.
- Oh, God.
We need to do some jobs.
- So you want to work?
- I do, yes.
- Morning.
- We need to talk.
- What about?
- The rental agreement?
I told you last night,
they made a mistake.
Yeah, well, I don't believe you.
- Beth, why would I lie?
- I don't know. I just know that you are.
This is ridiculous. Can't we just have a
nice breakfast with Eve and move on?
I don't think nice is gonna happen.
She's locked herself in her bedroom.
Morning, sweetheart.
You sleep well?
I got all your favourites.
Juice? Yes?
Smooth, obviously.
And here we go.
Pain au chocolat. I was gonna make
hot chocolate as well, but...
Dad, stop.
This isn't a celebration.
- Well, no, but I thought...
- This...
This time yesterday I was getting on
with my motherless lie.
Are you just going to continue to lie
to me about what happened?
Both of you?
- Oh, God. I'll go and talk to her.
- What about breakfast?
- I'm not hungry.
- Beth?
Mr. Milton?
- Yes?
- Hi.
Would you say you feel anxious
never, sometimes, often or always?
Never.
Sometimes, I guess, maybe.
Okay.
So how does this work, exactly?
What, do you report back to Ed
to tell him I'm fit for work?
Well, once you've
completed your sessions,
and if that is my assessment,
then yes.
- How many sessions?
- Could be one, could be ten.
It really depends.
Right.
Do you worry about work
never, sometimes, often or always?
Never.
- Never?
- Never.
I mean, I love my work.
You can love something
and still worry about it.
Yeah, I suppose.
I understand you lost your wife recently
to Lancaster's.
Yes, but she
didn't actually die.
Well, our loved ones do stay with us
in some form or another.
No, I mean
she's really not dead.
She... She came back. I thought
she was dead, but she came back.
Do you hear her voice?
You don't understand.
She's actually alive.
- I believe you, don't worry.
- No, I'm not worried.
I'm just sort of trying to...
Excuse me.
- Hello.
- Doctor?
- Yes, it is.
- I've got a job.
- Are you interested?
- Yes, absolutely.
- Good. I'll text you the details.
- I'll be right there.
I have to go.
- But we've barely started.
- I'm sorry. It's... It's an emergency.
But you'll speak to Ed, will you?
Tell him I'm fit for work?
Taxi!
They can start without me, yeah?
Why're you not returning my calls?
I phoned your mum and your sister.
- I know. I'm sorry.
- What's going on?
Whole family's worried about you.
Looks like I'm stuck
down here permanently.
- What, that's it?
- Well, yeah. I guess so.
Seriously?
You're just gonna give up?
Resign yourself to a career
in labelling things?
Well, not everyone in the family can be
a high-flying, record-breaking superstar.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, and start
figuring out a way to get your job back.
How? They won't let me out of this place.
Well, do it on your on time.
Think outside the box.
Find something, take it to CID.
- How?
- Be inventive.
- Get back in the loop.
- I have no access to any cases, Kam.
Look...
Jamie Harris is in custody.
HMP, London Bridge.
Handed himself in with the money.
- Great. Now I'll look even more pathetic.
- What'd I just say about self-pity?
He had a gunshot wound,
which would mean that he had
illegal surgery somewhere, right?
- That's true.
- Well, something to explore, isn't it?
Discreetly, obviously.
Thanks, cuz.
Daniel!
- Jesus, Lee!
- You're being followed!
- What?
- I'm serious.
Look...
Shit.
What are you
gonna do with that?
Lee?
Lee!
Is this a good idea?
- Eve?
- What?
Eve, what
are you doing here?
What are you doing here?
In you go.
Thanks.
Hello, Jamie. Remember me?
Yeah, I think so.
- How're you getting on, mate?
- Yeah. Okay for prison, I guess.
Good.
You really gave me and my colleague
a run for our money, didn't you?
Sorry about that.
-Run out of places to hide?
-No.
- Some of your friends turn you in?
- No, they wouldn't do that.
Who's "they"?
No one.
Look, you can tell me.
I just want to help you.
Let's talk about the doctor.
I don't know any doctor.
Well, how about the one
who removed your spleen?
Or did you do that to yourself?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't know no surgeon.
I didn't say surgeon.
I said "doctor".
Who was he?
Who arranged it for you?
Look... I don't know
no doctor or surgeon.
Honestly.
I mean, how could
we even get one down there?
Down where?
What the fuck is this place?
Remember when I told you
I had a new job?
The clinic.
Here?
Yeah, for people
who couldn't go into the system.
You're curing criminals?
Just people who, for whatever reason,
couldn't go to regular doctors.
This is where she was.
What?
This is where Mum was. With you.
- No, Mum was at...
- Definitely not at the cottage.
Was she, Dad?
Listen, I know it's pretty out-there,
but I was mourning Mum.
Just stop. Just stop lying.
Please.
I know you helped her. Okay?
- We didn't want to give you false hope.
- So you admit it.
This is insane.
I know.
All that time...
All the talks. All the fucking
running off on me. A memorial service.
You sit in front of all those fucking
people and you spoke about her.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'm sorry.
Did he know? That guy?
- Lee?
- Yeah, Lee.
Did Lee know? Was he in on it?
It's not that he was in on it.
This... This is a secret place.
A secret place?
Some random fucking guy
knew my mum was alive.
When I thought she was dead.
I know it's a lot to take in.
No, I knew you were lying, Dad,
but this is a whole other level.
I was trying to protect you.
How could you look me in the eye
when I was talking about her to you?
It's grotesque.
I was trying to save her life.
Where was she? Exactly.
Here?
- No.
- Where?
There's something else
I need to tell you.
- Mum doesn't know she was down here.
- What?
I didn't want her to wake up down here.
I thought it was... It's just a bit dark.
- She doesn't know she was here?
- No.
Why would you do that?
Because I didn't want it to be scary
for her when she woke up.
And you're still lying to her now?
- Who else knows?
- Nobody.
- Please don't lie anymore.
- I'm not lying. Nobody else knows.
You swear?
I swear.
Hi, Anna.
Beth!
Sorry, I was so surprised. It's...
It's just a shock see you alive.
There's no easy way to tell someone
you've cured your own terminal illness.
No, I guess not.
Anyway, how are things with you?
Good. You know,
same old, same old.
- It's really good to see you again.
- Really good to see you.
So, how did you do it?
The Lancaster's.
It was X-331 all along.
- I was right.
- Right.
Congratulations.
Well, obviously you were a big help
in getting there in the first place.
Maybe, eventually,
we could start working together again.
Yeah, maybe.
I mean, you know, a cure for Lancaster's,
I just mean that's really big.
Yeah, it is.
I don't usually get detectives
checking our CCTV.
Why is this high priority again?
We're very close to catching
some persistent fare dodgers.
And that's a
high priority right now?
Fare-dodging cost London
over £10 million per annum.
Wait. Go back.
Stop! Stop!
There. Jamie Harris.
Can you get a better shot
of the woman for me?
Yeah. It's a camera outside.
There's your girl.
You want an address,
you'll need a court warrant.
Peer protection and all that. And
obviously we don't keep that info here.
Seems like a lot of trouble for
a fare dodger, don't you think?
Yeah?
What did you say?
I should've offered tea, Daniel?
Milk and sugar?
Listen, forget the tea.
I got the call. We've got a job.
- What you mean "we"?
- Well, I need an assistant.
- Me?
- Yeah. You.
You know your way around the basics,
don't you?
- I can't do it. No, I can't. I...
- What? Leave here?
- Go out in the real world?
- Exactly.
You're going to have to, Lee.
I need your help.
Look.
- I don't know if I actually can.
- I'll be there with you. Please, Lee.
I can't trust anyone else.
It's not just for me, is it?
This job, it's for this place.
If Suzana goes to the police...
Will you?
- Okay.
- Thank you.
Right. Okay, I'll text you where to meet
when they've texted me.
Can't we go together?
No. I need to get Eve out of here,
and I need you to get ready.
So does this space run through
the whole of central London?
- No. Not the bunker itself. No.
- But the surrounding tunnels?
Yeah, they do.
Amazing the amount of
unaccounted space there is...
- Anna ?
- Where are you?
- You okay? What's happened?
- Beth happened.
- What?
-At my door.
- Shit.
- She thinks that she cured herself.
She's going to get
the recognition for my treatment
because you're afraid
of a difficult conversation...
I can't talk now, but I'll tell her.
I promise you I'll tell her, okay?
You ready to go, sweetheart?
There you go.
That will be £3.15.
Enjoy the same.
All right, thank you.
What are you doing here?
What am I looking at exactly?
Picture's a bit shake, had to take
them quickly, but have a look.
Where is this place?
It's a secret space
right in the centre of London.
- Where is it?
- Underneath Temple tube station.
I had this idea that we can use it
as a base for a major direct action.
We could go down there
any time you like?
Yeah. Basically, yeah,
Nice suit. Is it yours?
Wait.
- What are you doing?
- Chanting in my head.
What for?
It's...
To interrupt the pattern
of my anxiety.
Also to realign my thinking
with a feeling of safety and oneness.
- Okay.
- Right.
Why are we meeting here?
I didn't ask.
Look, it's a routine
valve replacement operation.
Okay? I'm not expecting
any problems.
Any medical questions,
you just refer them my way. Okay?
I have assisted you before,
remember?
Here we go.
- Dr Sutton-Greville?
- Yes.
Your phones.
- What?
- Just do it.
I'm sorry.
The only reason they want our phones
is so we can't track where we're going.
My employer values his privacy.
Give him your phone.
Wear these.
How is dad's shoulder?
Is it improving?
Oh thank God, I felt so bad for him...
Okay. Okay.
Mom, I'll call you soon.
Yeah? Yeah. I promise.
Okay. Bye.
Could I have
another one, please?
Please, allow me.
I've never seen
anything like this.
Have you seen that?
What do you expect?
That's how the elite operate.
That's how they keep us enslaved
to their corrupt capitalist agenda.
All right, I'm Dermot.
Youse fellows wanna follow me?
So, some advice.
Don't speak until he speaks.
Be confident but not too confident.
Don't make any noise,
but don't creep around him.
And one more thing.
Be sure to make good eye contact.
Don't stare.
Hello.
- Who are you?
- Glover Brown, the assistant.
- Do you have any questions?
- Only...
Shall we begin?
I'll show you where to scrub up.
- What's your role here exactly?
- I oversee things.
- You're a doctor?
- I'm a man of many talents.
Don't worry, Daniel.
I'm here to help you.
I'm not worried.
You look like
you're having a bad day.
Do you have a thing for women
having bad days in bars?
Only the beautiful ones.
Plus, we're the only two in here so...
Smooth.
Are you?
- What?
- Having a bad day?
No, not bad, just fucking awful.
- So, you're gonna tell me your name or...
- I'm Neil?
- I'm a taxi driver.
- Neil?
- Yeah.
- Nice to meet you, Neil.
- I'm Yvette.
- That's a lovely name.
- Thank you.
- So what do you do?
Something super responsible, I bet.
- What makes you say that?
- Instinct.
- I know a winner when I see one.
- Oh, yeah.
Let me guess.
Lawyer.
- No.
- Politics.
Fuck no.
- Medicine.
- Getting warmer.
You're really muscly.
- Thanks.
- How often do you work out?
Two, three times a week.
So, you're a doctor.
It's amazing.
Why does everyone keep saying
that doctors are amazing?
Doctors are shitheads.
Believe me.
Okay, let's have another bottle.
I'm buying.
So, why did you break up?
He was always working.
It's just no fun.
What about that drink?
You buying or what?
Definitely. Stay here.
- I just have to go to the loo.
- Cool.
What's with that Irish guy?
Does he seem drunk to you?
What's wrong with you?
Why do you look...like that?
I don't know, I just... I'm feeling...
- What? What you feeling?
- Just...
Just what?
Jesus, you're worrying me.
You look all worried.
I need some air.
Daniel?
- You see that?
- What?
The dead fish?
Yesterday it was a dead bird.
What do you think it means?
Fuck knows.
Doctor.
- You okay?
- No.
What's happening?
I don't know.
Come on, man.
Just stay cool.
Let's just get it done.
- I can't.
- You can.
- I can't.
- You can.
You totally can, all right?
You are a fucking brilliant surgeon.
You've done way worse than this.
I mean in a good way. Just...
Cut.
Breathe. Forget where you are.
You've got this.
If you'd like to make the incision,
please, Mr. Glover Brown.
Six to eight inches, please.
No problem,
dr Sutton-Greville.
Cutting now.
Thank you.
Stand by for a breach sternum.
Okay, clamps, please.
You okay?
- Feeling all right?
- I'm fine. It will pass.
No. Mate, you look sick.
You should see a doctor.
No, I don't like doctors.
They scare me.
Big guy like you?
- There's obviously been a mistake.
- Not from my end.
You should let Dr Sutton-Greville
take a look at you.
You can't be frightened of him.
I was told it was
payment on completion.
- What's going on?
- He won't pay us.
No, you don't seriously expect us
to walk out here without the money.
I'd like my phone, please.
I need to call Gubby.
No.
What? Seriously, just, no?
The first rule of a illegal
fucking surgery, Daniel,
is to get
the fucking money first.
- You know that.
- Calm down. It'll be fine.
Yeah. Let's just stick an invoice in the
post and let's get paid in 28 days.
Look, I'll just tell Suzana
we'll pay her later than planned.
Right. Sure she'll be
all right with that.
Not like she's an unhinged
blackmailer or anything.
Hi. Can I help you?
I...
No. I'm sorry.
I have the wrong house,
I think.
Sorry.
Are you okay?
Sorry. I just need a moment.
Are you... Are you sick?
Could I have some water, please?
- Shall I call you an ambulance?
- No. No.
I'm looking for Daniel Milton.
So, how do you know Daniel?
Thank you.
He's my doctor.
Well, he was my doctor.
How did you get this address?
Do you know him?
Yeah, I know him.
I'm his wife.
His wife?
But aren't you dead?
You should contact the hospital.
He didn't treat me at the hospital.
- Six years minimum?
- Yes.
I'm too old now anyway.
Well, never too late to try.
I mean, when you think about it,
once you get past the blood and
all the inside bits, anyone could do it.
Well, anyone with a steady hand.
You kind of need to know the names,
places and functions
of all of those inside bits though.
Of course.
What about a surgeon's assistant?
How long in medical school for that?
- Is that even a job?
- Yes, it is.
Yeah, but in terms of qualification.
What exactly do you...
Lee.
Just let me do the talking.
So the job went very well.
There was a problem.
Just one?
Yes, the money.
As in, they didn't give it to me.
Right.
- So...
- That's right.
That's what?
Right. Because I don't enjoy
spelling things out, Mr. Milton.
- I'm afraid you're going to have to...
- You had a problem.
- What problem?
- Your assistant had to take over.
I assume he's not
a qualified surgeon.
Well, no.
Things could have taken
a very bad turn for both of us.
- But they didn't.
- And my business was with you.
- Of course.
- You alone.
My client expected the work
of a top heart surgeon.
- Well, that is exactly what he got.
- No, he did not.
This is bollocks.
Look, the client was totally happy.
My son would like to eat now.
This meeting is over.
You're telling me I have
your kidney inside me?
I don't know.
All I know is that mine was taken.
- By Daniel?
- Yes.
- Without your consent?
- I had no idea.
What did you think
was happening?
- A splenectomy.
- But why would he do that?
He's a heart surgeon.
That's what I needed
and he offered.
He offered so that
he could take your kidney?
Yes.
Oh, my God.
I...
- I didn't come here to upset you.
- Did he pay you?
No, not yet.
Here.
- What's this?
- You should be paid.
Yes, that's why I came.
We have an agreement.
£50,000.
- What?
- He has agreed to pay me £50,000.
When?
Today.
He knows where to find me.
Where did your operation take place?
I don't know. I was blindfolded.
But it was underground.
Fuck! Jeez! That Dermot guy
was spying on us.
Yep.
We're fucked.
Are you listening, Daniel?
We are fucked!
I know.
What?
You're right. We're fucked.
We're very fucked.
No, no, no.
All right, you can't say that.
- Why not? You are saying it.
- Yeah, but it's me. I can say it.
But why do you get to say it
and I don't?
Why do I have to think of the plans
to get us out of the shit every time
and you don't?
You're causing the shit
in the first place.
I didn't shoot anyone, did I?
No, no. Lee, Lee. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that.
Now is not the time
for the blame game.
I just don't know
where we go from here.
Home!
- What?
- Go home.
Isn't that you always do?
Married people.
So you have somewhere
when you don't know where to go.
Isn't that why
you kept her alive?
Hi.
Hi.
- Where's Eve?
- Here.
- I didn't know you were there.
- We were just having a chat.
Right.
Great.
Yeah, we were thinking
of ordering some takeaway.
- Takeaway?
- Unless you want to cook.
- Your father doesn't cook.
- Takeaway is a brilliant idea.
What do you fancy?
Chinese? Pizza?
Takeaway is... such a good idea.
Good day?
Yeah, busy.
Busy with what?
- You know, work.
- Work. Right.
Anything else?
- No. Like what?
- I don't know. You tell me.
Mum.
Mum, give him a break.
He's probably been explaining your
resurrection to the rest the world.
- Right, Dad?
- Yeah, something like that.
How about some TV before food?
Just me and you?
You two go relax.
I'll sort the food.
Cool. Why don't you go choose
something and I'll grab some glasses.
Yeah, okay.
Thank you.
You're gonna have to tell her
at some point.
I will. I promise you I will.
Revised and Synchronized by
It's stolen!
The police are gonna be looking for it.
Run!
Did you see him?
What about Jamie?
Did he make it out of London?
He's gone to hand himself in.
I know what you did.
The kidney.
I want my money by tomorrow,
or tell my story to everyone.
Shit!
I'm suspending you
until further notice.
- Suzana knows about the kidney.
- Oh, God.
We need to do some jobs.
- So you want to work?
- I do, yes.
- Morning.
- We need to talk.
- What about?
- The rental agreement?
I told you last night,
they made a mistake.
Yeah, well, I don't believe you.
- Beth, why would I lie?
- I don't know. I just know that you are.
This is ridiculous. Can't we just have a
nice breakfast with Eve and move on?
I don't think nice is gonna happen.
She's locked herself in her bedroom.
Morning, sweetheart.
You sleep well?
I got all your favourites.
Juice? Yes?
Smooth, obviously.
And here we go.
Pain au chocolat. I was gonna make
hot chocolate as well, but...
Dad, stop.
This isn't a celebration.
- Well, no, but I thought...
- This...
This time yesterday I was getting on
with my motherless lie.
Are you just going to continue to lie
to me about what happened?
Both of you?
- Oh, God. I'll go and talk to her.
- What about breakfast?
- I'm not hungry.
- Beth?
Mr. Milton?
- Yes?
- Hi.
Would you say you feel anxious
never, sometimes, often or always?
Never.
Sometimes, I guess, maybe.
Okay.
So how does this work, exactly?
What, do you report back to Ed
to tell him I'm fit for work?
Well, once you've
completed your sessions,
and if that is my assessment,
then yes.
- How many sessions?
- Could be one, could be ten.
It really depends.
Right.
Do you worry about work
never, sometimes, often or always?
Never.
- Never?
- Never.
I mean, I love my work.
You can love something
and still worry about it.
Yeah, I suppose.
I understand you lost your wife recently
to Lancaster's.
Yes, but she
didn't actually die.
Well, our loved ones do stay with us
in some form or another.
No, I mean
she's really not dead.
She... She came back. I thought
she was dead, but she came back.
Do you hear her voice?
You don't understand.
She's actually alive.
- I believe you, don't worry.
- No, I'm not worried.
I'm just sort of trying to...
Excuse me.
- Hello.
- Doctor?
- Yes, it is.
- I've got a job.
- Are you interested?
- Yes, absolutely.
- Good. I'll text you the details.
- I'll be right there.
I have to go.
- But we've barely started.
- I'm sorry. It's... It's an emergency.
But you'll speak to Ed, will you?
Tell him I'm fit for work?
Taxi!
They can start without me, yeah?
Why're you not returning my calls?
I phoned your mum and your sister.
- I know. I'm sorry.
- What's going on?
Whole family's worried about you.
Looks like I'm stuck
down here permanently.
- What, that's it?
- Well, yeah. I guess so.
Seriously?
You're just gonna give up?
Resign yourself to a career
in labelling things?
Well, not everyone in the family can be
a high-flying, record-breaking superstar.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, and start
figuring out a way to get your job back.
How? They won't let me out of this place.
Well, do it on your on time.
Think outside the box.
Find something, take it to CID.
- How?
- Be inventive.
- Get back in the loop.
- I have no access to any cases, Kam.
Look...
Jamie Harris is in custody.
HMP, London Bridge.
Handed himself in with the money.
- Great. Now I'll look even more pathetic.
- What'd I just say about self-pity?
He had a gunshot wound,
which would mean that he had
illegal surgery somewhere, right?
- That's true.
- Well, something to explore, isn't it?
Discreetly, obviously.
Thanks, cuz.
Daniel!
- Jesus, Lee!
- You're being followed!
- What?
- I'm serious.
Look...
Shit.
What are you
gonna do with that?
Lee?
Lee!
Is this a good idea?
- Eve?
- What?
Eve, what
are you doing here?
What are you doing here?
In you go.
Thanks.
Hello, Jamie. Remember me?
Yeah, I think so.
- How're you getting on, mate?
- Yeah. Okay for prison, I guess.
Good.
You really gave me and my colleague
a run for our money, didn't you?
Sorry about that.
-Run out of places to hide?
-No.
- Some of your friends turn you in?
- No, they wouldn't do that.
Who's "they"?
No one.
Look, you can tell me.
I just want to help you.
Let's talk about the doctor.
I don't know any doctor.
Well, how about the one
who removed your spleen?
Or did you do that to yourself?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't know no surgeon.
I didn't say surgeon.
I said "doctor".
Who was he?
Who arranged it for you?
Look... I don't know
no doctor or surgeon.
Honestly.
I mean, how could
we even get one down there?
Down where?
What the fuck is this place?
Remember when I told you
I had a new job?
The clinic.
Here?
Yeah, for people
who couldn't go into the system.
You're curing criminals?
Just people who, for whatever reason,
couldn't go to regular doctors.
This is where she was.
What?
This is where Mum was. With you.
- No, Mum was at...
- Definitely not at the cottage.
Was she, Dad?
Listen, I know it's pretty out-there,
but I was mourning Mum.
Just stop. Just stop lying.
Please.
I know you helped her. Okay?
- We didn't want to give you false hope.
- So you admit it.
This is insane.
I know.
All that time...
All the talks. All the fucking
running off on me. A memorial service.
You sit in front of all those fucking
people and you spoke about her.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'm sorry.
Did he know? That guy?
- Lee?
- Yeah, Lee.
Did Lee know? Was he in on it?
It's not that he was in on it.
This... This is a secret place.
A secret place?
Some random fucking guy
knew my mum was alive.
When I thought she was dead.
I know it's a lot to take in.
No, I knew you were lying, Dad,
but this is a whole other level.
I was trying to protect you.
How could you look me in the eye
when I was talking about her to you?
It's grotesque.
I was trying to save her life.
Where was she? Exactly.
Here?
- No.
- Where?
There's something else
I need to tell you.
- Mum doesn't know she was down here.
- What?
I didn't want her to wake up down here.
I thought it was... It's just a bit dark.
- She doesn't know she was here?
- No.
Why would you do that?
Because I didn't want it to be scary
for her when she woke up.
And you're still lying to her now?
- Who else knows?
- Nobody.
- Please don't lie anymore.
- I'm not lying. Nobody else knows.
You swear?
I swear.
Hi, Anna.
Beth!
Sorry, I was so surprised. It's...
It's just a shock see you alive.
There's no easy way to tell someone
you've cured your own terminal illness.
No, I guess not.
Anyway, how are things with you?
Good. You know,
same old, same old.
- It's really good to see you again.
- Really good to see you.
So, how did you do it?
The Lancaster's.
It was X-331 all along.
- I was right.
- Right.
Congratulations.
Well, obviously you were a big help
in getting there in the first place.
Maybe, eventually,
we could start working together again.
Yeah, maybe.
I mean, you know, a cure for Lancaster's,
I just mean that's really big.
Yeah, it is.
I don't usually get detectives
checking our CCTV.
Why is this high priority again?
We're very close to catching
some persistent fare dodgers.
And that's a
high priority right now?
Fare-dodging cost London
over £10 million per annum.
Wait. Go back.
Stop! Stop!
There. Jamie Harris.
Can you get a better shot
of the woman for me?
Yeah. It's a camera outside.
There's your girl.
You want an address,
you'll need a court warrant.
Peer protection and all that. And
obviously we don't keep that info here.
Seems like a lot of trouble for
a fare dodger, don't you think?
Yeah?
What did you say?
I should've offered tea, Daniel?
Milk and sugar?
Listen, forget the tea.
I got the call. We've got a job.
- What you mean "we"?
- Well, I need an assistant.
- Me?
- Yeah. You.
You know your way around the basics,
don't you?
- I can't do it. No, I can't. I...
- What? Leave here?
- Go out in the real world?
- Exactly.
You're going to have to, Lee.
I need your help.
Look.
- I don't know if I actually can.
- I'll be there with you. Please, Lee.
I can't trust anyone else.
It's not just for me, is it?
This job, it's for this place.
If Suzana goes to the police...
Will you?
- Okay.
- Thank you.
Right. Okay, I'll text you where to meet
when they've texted me.
Can't we go together?
No. I need to get Eve out of here,
and I need you to get ready.
So does this space run through
the whole of central London?
- No. Not the bunker itself. No.
- But the surrounding tunnels?
Yeah, they do.
Amazing the amount of
unaccounted space there is...
- Anna ?
- Where are you?
- You okay? What's happened?
- Beth happened.
- What?
-At my door.
- Shit.
- She thinks that she cured herself.
She's going to get
the recognition for my treatment
because you're afraid
of a difficult conversation...
I can't talk now, but I'll tell her.
I promise you I'll tell her, okay?
You ready to go, sweetheart?
There you go.
That will be £3.15.
Enjoy the same.
All right, thank you.
What are you doing here?
What am I looking at exactly?
Picture's a bit shake, had to take
them quickly, but have a look.
Where is this place?
It's a secret space
right in the centre of London.
- Where is it?
- Underneath Temple tube station.
I had this idea that we can use it
as a base for a major direct action.
We could go down there
any time you like?
Yeah. Basically, yeah,
Nice suit. Is it yours?
Wait.
- What are you doing?
- Chanting in my head.
What for?
It's...
To interrupt the pattern
of my anxiety.
Also to realign my thinking
with a feeling of safety and oneness.
- Okay.
- Right.
Why are we meeting here?
I didn't ask.
Look, it's a routine
valve replacement operation.
Okay? I'm not expecting
any problems.
Any medical questions,
you just refer them my way. Okay?
I have assisted you before,
remember?
Here we go.
- Dr Sutton-Greville?
- Yes.
Your phones.
- What?
- Just do it.
I'm sorry.
The only reason they want our phones
is so we can't track where we're going.
My employer values his privacy.
Give him your phone.
Wear these.
How is dad's shoulder?
Is it improving?
Oh thank God, I felt so bad for him...
Okay. Okay.
Mom, I'll call you soon.
Yeah? Yeah. I promise.
Okay. Bye.
Could I have
another one, please?
Please, allow me.
I've never seen
anything like this.
Have you seen that?
What do you expect?
That's how the elite operate.
That's how they keep us enslaved
to their corrupt capitalist agenda.
All right, I'm Dermot.
Youse fellows wanna follow me?
So, some advice.
Don't speak until he speaks.
Be confident but not too confident.
Don't make any noise,
but don't creep around him.
And one more thing.
Be sure to make good eye contact.
Don't stare.
Hello.
- Who are you?
- Glover Brown, the assistant.
- Do you have any questions?
- Only...
Shall we begin?
I'll show you where to scrub up.
- What's your role here exactly?
- I oversee things.
- You're a doctor?
- I'm a man of many talents.
Don't worry, Daniel.
I'm here to help you.
I'm not worried.
You look like
you're having a bad day.
Do you have a thing for women
having bad days in bars?
Only the beautiful ones.
Plus, we're the only two in here so...
Smooth.
Are you?
- What?
- Having a bad day?
No, not bad, just fucking awful.
- So, you're gonna tell me your name or...
- I'm Neil?
- I'm a taxi driver.
- Neil?
- Yeah.
- Nice to meet you, Neil.
- I'm Yvette.
- That's a lovely name.
- Thank you.
- So what do you do?
Something super responsible, I bet.
- What makes you say that?
- Instinct.
- I know a winner when I see one.
- Oh, yeah.
Let me guess.
Lawyer.
- No.
- Politics.
Fuck no.
- Medicine.
- Getting warmer.
You're really muscly.
- Thanks.
- How often do you work out?
Two, three times a week.
So, you're a doctor.
It's amazing.
Why does everyone keep saying
that doctors are amazing?
Doctors are shitheads.
Believe me.
Okay, let's have another bottle.
I'm buying.
So, why did you break up?
He was always working.
It's just no fun.
What about that drink?
You buying or what?
Definitely. Stay here.
- I just have to go to the loo.
- Cool.
What's with that Irish guy?
Does he seem drunk to you?
What's wrong with you?
Why do you look...like that?
I don't know, I just... I'm feeling...
- What? What you feeling?
- Just...
Just what?
Jesus, you're worrying me.
You look all worried.
I need some air.
Daniel?
- You see that?
- What?
The dead fish?
Yesterday it was a dead bird.
What do you think it means?
Fuck knows.
Doctor.
- You okay?
- No.
What's happening?
I don't know.
Come on, man.
Just stay cool.
Let's just get it done.
- I can't.
- You can.
- I can't.
- You can.
You totally can, all right?
You are a fucking brilliant surgeon.
You've done way worse than this.
I mean in a good way. Just...
Cut.
Breathe. Forget where you are.
You've got this.
If you'd like to make the incision,
please, Mr. Glover Brown.
Six to eight inches, please.
No problem,
dr Sutton-Greville.
Cutting now.
Thank you.
Stand by for a breach sternum.
Okay, clamps, please.
You okay?
- Feeling all right?
- I'm fine. It will pass.
No. Mate, you look sick.
You should see a doctor.
No, I don't like doctors.
They scare me.
Big guy like you?
- There's obviously been a mistake.
- Not from my end.
You should let Dr Sutton-Greville
take a look at you.
You can't be frightened of him.
I was told it was
payment on completion.
- What's going on?
- He won't pay us.
No, you don't seriously expect us
to walk out here without the money.
I'd like my phone, please.
I need to call Gubby.
No.
What? Seriously, just, no?
The first rule of a illegal
fucking surgery, Daniel,
is to get
the fucking money first.
- You know that.
- Calm down. It'll be fine.
Yeah. Let's just stick an invoice in the
post and let's get paid in 28 days.
Look, I'll just tell Suzana
we'll pay her later than planned.
Right. Sure she'll be
all right with that.
Not like she's an unhinged
blackmailer or anything.
Hi. Can I help you?
I...
No. I'm sorry.
I have the wrong house,
I think.
Sorry.
Are you okay?
Sorry. I just need a moment.
Are you... Are you sick?
Could I have some water, please?
- Shall I call you an ambulance?
- No. No.
I'm looking for Daniel Milton.
So, how do you know Daniel?
Thank you.
He's my doctor.
Well, he was my doctor.
How did you get this address?
Do you know him?
Yeah, I know him.
I'm his wife.
His wife?
But aren't you dead?
You should contact the hospital.
He didn't treat me at the hospital.
- Six years minimum?
- Yes.
I'm too old now anyway.
Well, never too late to try.
I mean, when you think about it,
once you get past the blood and
all the inside bits, anyone could do it.
Well, anyone with a steady hand.
You kind of need to know the names,
places and functions
of all of those inside bits though.
Of course.
What about a surgeon's assistant?
How long in medical school for that?
- Is that even a job?
- Yes, it is.
Yeah, but in terms of qualification.
What exactly do you...
Lee.
Just let me do the talking.
So the job went very well.
There was a problem.
Just one?
Yes, the money.
As in, they didn't give it to me.
Right.
- So...
- That's right.
That's what?
Right. Because I don't enjoy
spelling things out, Mr. Milton.
- I'm afraid you're going to have to...
- You had a problem.
- What problem?
- Your assistant had to take over.
I assume he's not
a qualified surgeon.
Well, no.
Things could have taken
a very bad turn for both of us.
- But they didn't.
- And my business was with you.
- Of course.
- You alone.
My client expected the work
of a top heart surgeon.
- Well, that is exactly what he got.
- No, he did not.
This is bollocks.
Look, the client was totally happy.
My son would like to eat now.
This meeting is over.
You're telling me I have
your kidney inside me?
I don't know.
All I know is that mine was taken.
- By Daniel?
- Yes.
- Without your consent?
- I had no idea.
What did you think
was happening?
- A splenectomy.
- But why would he do that?
He's a heart surgeon.
That's what I needed
and he offered.
He offered so that
he could take your kidney?
Yes.
Oh, my God.
I...
- I didn't come here to upset you.
- Did he pay you?
No, not yet.
Here.
- What's this?
- You should be paid.
Yes, that's why I came.
We have an agreement.
£50,000.
- What?
- He has agreed to pay me £50,000.
When?
Today.
He knows where to find me.
Where did your operation take place?
I don't know. I was blindfolded.
But it was underground.
Fuck! Jeez! That Dermot guy
was spying on us.
Yep.
We're fucked.
Are you listening, Daniel?
We are fucked!
I know.
What?
You're right. We're fucked.
We're very fucked.
No, no, no.
All right, you can't say that.
- Why not? You are saying it.
- Yeah, but it's me. I can say it.
But why do you get to say it
and I don't?
Why do I have to think of the plans
to get us out of the shit every time
and you don't?
You're causing the shit
in the first place.
I didn't shoot anyone, did I?
No, no. Lee, Lee. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that.
Now is not the time
for the blame game.
I just don't know
where we go from here.
Home!
- What?
- Go home.
Isn't that you always do?
Married people.
So you have somewhere
when you don't know where to go.
Isn't that why
you kept her alive?
Hi.
Hi.
- Where's Eve?
- Here.
- I didn't know you were there.
- We were just having a chat.
Right.
Great.
Yeah, we were thinking
of ordering some takeaway.
- Takeaway?
- Unless you want to cook.
- Your father doesn't cook.
- Takeaway is a brilliant idea.
What do you fancy?
Chinese? Pizza?
Takeaway is... such a good idea.
Good day?
Yeah, busy.
Busy with what?
- You know, work.
- Work. Right.
Anything else?
- No. Like what?
- I don't know. You tell me.
Mum.
Mum, give him a break.
He's probably been explaining your
resurrection to the rest the world.
- Right, Dad?
- Yeah, something like that.
How about some TV before food?
Just me and you?
You two go relax.
I'll sort the food.
Cool. Why don't you go choose
something and I'll grab some glasses.
Yeah, okay.
Thank you.
You're gonna have to tell her
at some point.
I will. I promise you I will.
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