Utopia (2013–2014): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
1974:- In an England beset by strikes and shortages young scientist Philip Carvel is father to the seriously reticent toddler Pietre - who will one day become Arby - and conducts a macabre experiment with a pet rabbit in an unsuccessful attempt to get a response from the child. At a thinkers' convention Philip meets a young woman called Milner, who is impressed by his view that the world is over-populated and who introduces him to an influential group who encourage him to create Janus, a virus which will suppress procreation. He begins manufacture but is appalled when Milner and her assistant kill the co-workers to ensure their silence, along with Milner's mentally dependant husband Tom. At the same time his wife dies giving birth to Jessica. Five years later Milner and the assistant are desperate for Philip to give them the formula, in the process killing politicians to whom he has turned for help and influencing the general election. Told that Jessica will be tortured if he fails to cooperate Philip hides the virus inside her and sends her to safety whilst retreating to a psychiatric hospital.
Aldo Moro e'morto. L'ex Primo Ministro,
Aldo Moro, e'stato assassinato.
Il corpo e'stato trovato
con dieci proiettili...
... in via Michelangelo Caetani
in Roma...
... posso confermare
che Aldo Moro...
... ex Primo Ministro e leader della
Democrazia Cristiana, e'stato assassinato.
Jessica.
Who is that?
- Me.
- Yes. Who's that?
- A frog.
- What has he got on his head?
A crown.
Wow.
Jessica?
I need to talk
to someone.
Can you stay
with this man?
I asked if you recognised this.
It's a document containing
the identity of Mr. Rabbit.
It was sent to an Italian journalist
called Mino Pecorelli.
Say hello, Mino.
Ciao.
Mino's the man who pinned the death
of Aldo Moro on the CIA for us.
Mino's with us.
Aren't you, Mino?
Getting this
was a shock for Mino.
It blew his mind, in fact.
And we were...
very, very lucky
... it was sent to him.
Weren't we, Mino?
Do you recognise it, Philip?
Well, you should.
You fucking sent it.
I've finished Janus.
What?
Does it work?
It works perfectly. It's perfect.
But... I've made an adjustment to it.
I've changed it.
- What adjustment?
- Milner... I've changed it.
What have you done?
What is the adjustment?
You can't use it.
You can never use what I've made.
Give me Janus
by the end of the week.
Or we'll torture Jessica.
Queues formed outside bakers' shops
throughout England and Wales...
... with most stores limiting customers
to one loaf apiece.
The Electricity Council have now
drawn up their contingency plans...
... for cuts and disconnections
once the strike begins...
... and the supplies
to the power stations...
It has really been
quite remarkable...
... what has been achieved in these
last few weeks of the three-day week...
... by British industry,
because of all the arrangements...
... which have been made
by the unions and the employers...
... and they ought to have
full credit...
- What did you do to my Pietre?
- Christ, Brosca. Not this again.
- I'm his father. Why would I...
- I take him to the doctor!
The doctor said it is shock, like trauma.
What did you do to him?
Why did you do that?
He doesn't need a shrink.
You need to take your pills.
I'm not taking your pills!
You poison me.
What did you do to him?
I fucking kill you!
What did you do to him?
I fucking kill you!
I really fucking kill you!
Mr. Carvel?
And it's so simple,
it's... it's almost elegant.
It has the speed,
it has the effectiveness...
... so we introduce the fungus
to the gut of the mosquito.
We just need
a more virulent strain.
Ending the mosquito
ends malaria.
Dengue fever, yellow fever,
West Nile virus.
- We believe we are very close...
- It won't work.
I beg your pardon?
M. anisopliae? That's what
you're talking about? It won't work.
There's poor stability
in the sporulating strains.
You'll get 35% effectiveness at best
before the mosquito out-evolves it.
We believe...
Besides, there are
3,500 species of mosquito.
They've been around
for 100 million years.
You think you can just
yank them out of existence?
I mean, you do realise half the birds
in the Arctic tundra will starve to death?
I mean, you have actually thought of that
or are you just fucking idiots?
- And how would you cure malaria?
- Cure malaria?
Why would we want
to cure malaria?
Malaria's doing a great job.
Leave malaria alone.
Young man, you're drunk.
Yes, I am, and in the morning
we'll both still be cunts.
Have you come here
just to drink?
There's a blackout
everywhere else.
It's only held
once every four years, this.
The idea is to get people together
who could never normally talk.
Like politicians, world leaders...
... scientists.
No-one knows it exists.
Is that what you are?
A scientist, then?
Must be a good one
to get into here.
Must be some kind of genius
to get into here.
No offence. I'm sure you're great.
But why don't you just fuck off?
Why don't you make me?
What's wrong with
curing malaria?
Or don't you want to make the world
a better place?
Let me explain
something to you.
The sun throws a certain amount
of energy onto this planet.
We turn it into food,
clothing, shelter, et cetera.
It supports
an amount of us...
... and it took 30,000 years
for that amount to become one billion.
Then we found a way
to use ancient sunlight...
... sunlight trapped in oil and coal.
We started to live off that.
What happened?
In just 130 years,
our population doubled.
The next billion took 30 years.
The fourth billion has taken just 14.
So, here's the question.
What do you think is going to happen
when that oil and coal runs out...
... in, say, 100 years?
When there's 10 billion living on a planet
that can support only one?
I think we're going to
tear each other to shreds.
At last.
Someone with an ounce of fucking brain.
Malaria?
The only disease
that needs curing is us.
Go on, then.
Let's throw ourselves off.
What are you doing?
Well, if there's no point
in being alive...
All right, Okay, I get it.
Yeah, yeah, fine. I get what you...
Look, look! That... that could tip!
Please don't do that. Please?
- Have you ever been in a genocide?
- What?
I have.
So, if you have
some sort of answer...
- ... I'd like to hear it.
- I have an answer.
No-one wants to listen to me.
They're all too fucking scared.
But if you come down
off that table, I will tell you.
Look, it's a rabbit.
See?
Do you like the rabbit?
Do you like it?
It's fine, Brosca.
He'll grow out of it.
Just a phase.
He's fine.
This is incredible.
Some of those scientists
are Nobel laureates.
So?
They think you're a god.
Don't laugh.
Do you see the way
they behave around you?
- They're small compared to you.
- I can't think like that.
Why? Because it's true?
I'm confused by what I feel.
Each day is momentous. Each minute,
every decision, every action is...
... historic.
And I feel separate.
You know?
Do you feel that?
That separation?
See?
You are a fucking god.
Janus, it's called "Janus"...
... and, um...
it's a protein and it's incredible.
The hard part was making it
so it can't be detected.
It's split into two elements,
which combine in the brain to create Janus.
It then sends signals that alter
the production of cohesion in fertility.
Essentially, it switches off
human reproduction.
It's, um... amazing.
Philip, when you say
"it switches off human reproduction"...
... we're not trying to end
the human race.
We use a placebo.
We leave 5 to 8% unaffected.
- They'll remain fertile.
- And who do we give that placebo to?
There are certain genetic traits
that are undeniably advantageous.
Now, I believe I've isolated a group
of people who are genetically stronger...
Group? Do you mean a race?
Race is not a term
that science recognises...
... but, yes, if you must,
then "race".
- That's the Third fucking Reich.
- It's the opposite of that.
I'm not talking about murder.
I'm talking about allowing some to continue.
A world without race.
It's a world without
racial fucking genocide!
- And can you make Janus decide?
- I could.
I could find a combination of junk genes
that only a certain percentage have...
... tailor Janus not to trigger
when those genes are present.
Right, and that would be random?
Nothing would connect those people?
No, it's junk DNA.
Doesn't do anything. But...
... why not choose?
Because that's not
who we are.
So, you've been to Plovdiv?
- Yes, I love Plovdiv.
- He hasn't been to fucking Plovdiv.
What are you talk... I love Plovdiv.
Plovdiv's my favourite place.
He is a fucking liar, Brosca.
Okay, you tell me what is the name
of the main square in Plovdiv.
Okay. The main square in Plovdiv, right?
It's got lots of little...
So, the main square in Plovdiv
is called... Plovdiv Main Square.
- You lied.
- They're a straight-speaking people.
Shall we do the merengue? Yeah?
Hand on my shoulder.
That's it. Watch my hips.
- Shall I spin you around?
- She's lovely, Brosca.
Merengue!
Are you okay?
Does he know what you do?
Tom.
God, no.
I love him.
And I want him
to continue loving me.
No, we can't. They're downstairs.
I'm supposed to be getting whiskey.
You're driving me nuts. I'll be quick, I promise.
You won't even notice.
Philip, I'm asking you.
- You have not hurt our son, yes?
- Brosca, no!
I would never hurt him.
I'm...
I'm pregnant.
I going to have a baby,
Philip.
Don't come in tomorrow.
There's going to be
a gas leak.
They know too much, Philip.
Jesus Christ, Milner.
Do you think they can walk around
talking about this?
They're good people.
Good?
Why?
Because you know them?
We're saving a species.
Are these few more important than everyone
because you've become attached to them?
We can't afford attachments,
Philip.
You need to remember that.
What have we got here?
It's a rabbit. See?
Do you like the rabbit?
Do you?
You see?
Do you like the rabbit?
You like it?
Look how beautiful it is.
Look.
Try it.
She'll be back in a minute.
Just popped out.
How are you, Tom?
Yeah.
Bit fucked, actually.
- Do you need anything?
- No. No, no.
I'm gonna go to one of those rehab places
they have now.
- Oh, that's great.
- Yeah.
That's great, Tom.
I really think...
... you know,
this time, you know?
I heard about
the gas leak at the lab.
She's devastated.
It means so much to her.
Your work.
I've never seen her
so alive.
She loves you, you know?
Not like that.
That she saves for me.
With you, it's...
... much higher.
Brain love.
She loves your brain.
- Hey. Come here. Hey.
- Oh, Jesus.
Let me get that for you.
Did you get the medication?
- I did, I did.
- Philip popped round.
Okay. Feeling better?
Philip Carvel?
I'm arresting you
on suspicion of cruelty to a child.
You do not have to say anything, but
anything you do say will be taken down...
She's right.
I experimented on him.
I was trying to inhibit violence.
I needed a human subject.
He was all I had.
It changed him.
I've been trying
to put it right.
I can't.
I'm sure
you had your reasons.
Look, I love Brosca.
But this?
She's harming you.
Let me help you with her.
She has to go.
- She's coming between us.
- What about Tom?
He's a fucking time bomb.
It's your love for Tom
that puts us in danger.
I don't feel like that about Brosca.
I don't feel like that about anyone.
The only person
I feel like that about...
... is you.
You and what
we are doing together.
No. No, Tom, please.
Please don't do that.
Don't.
I did ring.
I let myself in.
We need to talk.
Okay.
- Okay, talk.
- Here?
- This is quite sensitive.
- I said "talk".
The Network lab in Tel Aviv.
One of the men worked out
the RNA codes for Janus.
He has an idea
of what it does.
- Has he told anyone?
- Half the lab, as many as 50 people.
We're not sure exactly who yet,
but we have it locked down.
- Do you have a plane ready?
- TWA 841, heading to JFK.
We've told them
they're going to be debriefed by the CIA.
Well, you know
what we have to do, then.
We have to bring it down.
We have to plant a bomb aboard the plane
and we have to kill all of them.
What are you talking about?
Killing? Killing who?
Who you going to kill?
What you talking about planes and killing for?
Mr. Carvel?
There have been
some complications.
I'm very sorry to tell you
but your wife didn't survive childbirth.
Well, we always knew
it wasn't going to be easy, didn't we?
We always knew that.
There have to be sacrifices.
We're making a new world, Philip.
We are creating utopia.
Okay.
You're special. You're unique.
So, yes, you can have the child.
But don't get lost in her,
Philip.
- Mr. Carvel?
- Please, don't get lost in...
You've had a little girl.
A girl.
A little girl.
She's...
- ... she's beautiful.
- What are you going to call her?
Jessica.
Her name is Jessica.
Give me Janus
by the end of the week...
... or we'll torture Jessica.
Take this off.
There you are.
The continued waste collectors' strike
has led local authorities...
... to store waste in car parks
with threats of a looming oil crisis...
- ... talk of a state of emergency is...
- ... a vote of no confidence...
... in the Labour Government
has been called.
It's expected to come down
to just one or two votes.
It was only two votes.
It's pretty... pretty tight.
Indeed, but, you know,
when it's only two, anything can happen.
Coffins?
What a charming place to meet!
Are these full?
Oh... the gravediggers' strike.
They're storing
the bodies here.
The "Winter of Discontent", they're calling it.
Leicester Square's landfill.
It's Philip.
He's done it again.
What?
No. No, I spoke to him.
I've just come from Rome, where we spoke...
- You spoke, he listened...
- ... and I told...
... and then he did it again.
Another document,
another leak.
We think it's the same thing.
The identity of Mr. Rabbit.
He sent it to Richard Sykes,
UK ambassador to Holland.
We don't think
Sykes knows what it means.
But why Sykes?
Why send it to him?
If the Tories win the next election,
he's on security with Airey Neave.
- Airey Neave? Well, has he seen it?
- We don't know.
Look, why is Philip
doing this to us?
He's finished Janus.
But he's scared of it.
He can't bring himself
to destroy it, so...
... he's doing the next best thing,
he's destroying me.
Jesus.
What the hell will he do next?
Letan, I have men at the US lab,
armed men...
No, no-one touches
Philip Carvel.
Show me.
Your loyalty breaks my heart.
Deal with Sykes.
Then we need to talk
to Airey Neave.
At nine o'clock this morning, Sir Richard
was sitting inside his Rolls-Royce...
... in the grounds
of his residence here...
... preparing to drive the short distance
to the embassy in the centre of the Hague.
At that time, two men rushed up on foot
and five shots were fired at the car.
Sir Richard was hit,
and so was his 19-year-old footman...
- ... who had just shut the door.
- Milner!
It's an honour to meet you,
Mr. Neave.
Mr. Neave, we believe you may have
received some information...
... from Mr. Sykes before he died.
A document?
I did!
Extraordinarily extravagant stuff.
International conspiracies at the heart
of many governments, et cetera, et cetera.
- It's terribly exciting reading.
- Well, as strange as it may seem...
... we're worried that this information
may be putting your life at risk.
Really? How dreadful.
And do you know
who killed poor Richard yet?
Not officially, but we believe
it was dissident Republicans.
Do we?
Are you talking about "we"
as in Ml5?
Well, yes, I'm sure that "we"
does believe it was the IRA.
Or the INLA.
Or the RSPCA, for that matter.
But you and I, Milner...
... we know
it was someone else.
And who do we...
think it was?
Why, it was you, Milner.
Are you suggesting that the British
security services assassinated Mr...
Are we playing that game?
If we did... kill Sykes...
... what makes you think
we won't just kill you?
I'm not Sykes, Milner.
Or Letan.
Or Rabbity,
or whatever your name is.
Now, as you know,
there's a vote of no confidence...
... in Mr. Callaghan and his government.
This Friday, in fact.
If we win this vote,
there'll be a general election...
... and Margaret will become Prime Minister.
Hooray.
But it's balanced
on a knife edge.
Alfred Broughton, Labour MP.
He's at death's door, apparently.
And you want us to push him
through that door?
Heavens, no!
If you did that,
the vote might get delayed.
No, I just want you
to get him to pull a sickie.
Mr. Carvel?
- Who are you?
- Your friend Milner sent me.
- She's rather upset with you.
- What do you want?
Pleased to meet you.
My name is Mr. Omida.
Should the time come,
I'm to be your daughter's torturer.
I've been asked to explain
my process to you.
Now, Jessica's only four,
and always the difficulty with such an age...
... is maintaining life
for the maximum amount of time.
So, I will need to monitor
vital signs throughout.
But this is just a matter
of being attentive.
Moo!
Dr. Isherwood?
What we're about to tell you
is a matter of national security.
There is a threat
against one of your patients.
An MP. Alfred Broughton.
He will be assassinated
on his way to Westminster this Friday...
- ... and we need you to stop him.
- Me?
Tell him he's too sick to travel.
What?
That won't stop him.
- Christ, have you met him?
- Then make him too sick to travel.
We can't go
to Broughton himself...
... or we risk alerting those around him
who are setting this up.
But, er...
what about the vote?
I mean, it's a vote of no confidence.
Have you any idea how much that matters?
Bernard Weatherill. He's a Tory MP.
There's a gentlemen's agreement...
... that if a member of the Government
is too ill to vote...
... then an opposition MP
also won't vote.
We have persuaded Bernard
to honour that agreement.
Bollocks.
- Who do you think I am?
- Dr. Isherwood, this is...
You're trying to topple
the fucking Government.
No, no.
I'm a Labour voter.
I'm a card-carrying member, you fucks!
I've been on picket lines
up and down this country...
... and I know an Ml5 stitch-up
when I see one. Martin!
- Please don't do that.
- Martin!
Fucking establishment crypto-fascist
bastards.
You're all the same.
Terrified of the proletariat.
- Martin, call the police.
- That's not a good idea.
Tell them that it's a matter
of national security.
- Martin, don't do that.
- There are two people here trying to...
There.
Now, can we all just, please, calm down?
Make sure
Alfred Broughton doesn't vote.
Will you do that for us?
Mr. Carvel?
Philip? I am Omida.
I need to know... I need to know
I can get through to you.
Please nod.
Good.
Torture is communication.
So, what I will do is, I will inflict
a torture upon your person.
Then I'll go and inflict
the same torture upon Jessica.
It will be exactly the same,
not diminished.
What you feel, she will feel.
Exactly.
You will imagine her screams.
Her tears.
Please.
- Her begging.
- Please don't do that.
I will go back and forth this way
for a period of several hours...
... and if that doesn't work,
then we'll start all over again...
... but with her in front of you.
Now, propriety requires me to ask you
if you'd simply like to give us Janus now.
It's... perfect.
But I've made a...
an adjustment to it.
I've not been in control of myself,
you know?
Well, we can work that out.
I promise.
It... it's not...
Tell us, Philip, please.
Always,
with my first torture...
... I like to start with something
brutal and traditional.
I'm simply going to pull out
the fingernails on your right hand.
Is it here?
Is it in the lab?
Is this it?
Is there something in this?
I'm ashamed
of what I've done...
... and I'm scared of you.
You will use it
no matter what.
Please don't hurt
my little girl.
Oh, please!
I'm going to visit Jessica now,
Mr. Carvel.
Don't!
Not Jessica!
Did you call that in?
Who the hell called that in?
Let's go! Quick!
Move, move, move!
Please evacuate
all areas immediately.
- Evacuate all areas immediately...
- We need to evacuate this area now.
Yes, I know,
but I need to get back there.
Ma'am,
I will not tell you again!
There is a nuclear incident
at the Three Mile Island plant.
We must evacuate
this facility.
Evacuate all areas
immediately.
Please go to your designated assembly points,
where evac people are waiting.
Do not stop...
Philip Carvel?
My name is Christos.
I've come to get you out of here.
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
An accident at the Three Mile Island
nuclear power plant.
Federal agents said the reactor's core
may have been damaged.
Radiation passed through the four-foot
concrete walls and was detected...
... a mile away from the plant.
Mr. Callaghan lost the vote
of no confidence by a single vote...
... and has called a general election
for May 3rd.
Favourite to become Europe's first woman
Prime Minister, Margaret Hilda Thatcher.
The bomb went off
shortly before three o'clock.
The bomb, in fact, had been placed
in Mr. Neave's blue Vauxhall car.
Clearly, this was a deliberate and
well-planned operation. But by whom?
When Mrs. Thatcher
was given the news by an aide...
... nobody knew that the victim
was one of her closest friends.
There's someone been killed.
A bomb outside the House of Commons.
They need to talk to you.
Just now, seven minutes ago.
- Who?
- We don't know yet.
- Oh, dear...
- Terrible news, Mrs. Thatcher.
We've lost him.
Don't you mean
we've lost it?
Isn't it Janus we've lost?
I've just heard
that Airey Neave has been killed.
An IRA bomb, they're saying.
It was you.
But... I don't understand.
If...if we could do this all along,
why the hell did we do what he said?
We need a government
that stays in power.
I think this lot will be around
for a while...
... with help.
We've managed to pull some footage
of Carvel with Jessica...
... from the
close-circuit system.
We think that's a vaccine...
... and we think
Janus is inside it.
It's in her?
He put it in Jessica?
- And what's his name?
- His name's Dane. Mark Dane.
- And does he have family?
- No. No, he hasn't got any family.
Okay, Jessica Hyde...
... let's teach you
how to use a gun.
Aldo Moro, e'stato assassinato.
Il corpo e'stato trovato
con dieci proiettili...
... in via Michelangelo Caetani
in Roma...
... posso confermare
che Aldo Moro...
... ex Primo Ministro e leader della
Democrazia Cristiana, e'stato assassinato.
Jessica.
Who is that?
- Me.
- Yes. Who's that?
- A frog.
- What has he got on his head?
A crown.
Wow.
Jessica?
I need to talk
to someone.
Can you stay
with this man?
I asked if you recognised this.
It's a document containing
the identity of Mr. Rabbit.
It was sent to an Italian journalist
called Mino Pecorelli.
Say hello, Mino.
Ciao.
Mino's the man who pinned the death
of Aldo Moro on the CIA for us.
Mino's with us.
Aren't you, Mino?
Getting this
was a shock for Mino.
It blew his mind, in fact.
And we were...
very, very lucky
... it was sent to him.
Weren't we, Mino?
Do you recognise it, Philip?
Well, you should.
You fucking sent it.
I've finished Janus.
What?
Does it work?
It works perfectly. It's perfect.
But... I've made an adjustment to it.
I've changed it.
- What adjustment?
- Milner... I've changed it.
What have you done?
What is the adjustment?
You can't use it.
You can never use what I've made.
Give me Janus
by the end of the week.
Or we'll torture Jessica.
Queues formed outside bakers' shops
throughout England and Wales...
... with most stores limiting customers
to one loaf apiece.
The Electricity Council have now
drawn up their contingency plans...
... for cuts and disconnections
once the strike begins...
... and the supplies
to the power stations...
It has really been
quite remarkable...
... what has been achieved in these
last few weeks of the three-day week...
... by British industry,
because of all the arrangements...
... which have been made
by the unions and the employers...
... and they ought to have
full credit...
- What did you do to my Pietre?
- Christ, Brosca. Not this again.
- I'm his father. Why would I...
- I take him to the doctor!
The doctor said it is shock, like trauma.
What did you do to him?
Why did you do that?
He doesn't need a shrink.
You need to take your pills.
I'm not taking your pills!
You poison me.
What did you do to him?
I fucking kill you!
What did you do to him?
I fucking kill you!
I really fucking kill you!
Mr. Carvel?
And it's so simple,
it's... it's almost elegant.
It has the speed,
it has the effectiveness...
... so we introduce the fungus
to the gut of the mosquito.
We just need
a more virulent strain.
Ending the mosquito
ends malaria.
Dengue fever, yellow fever,
West Nile virus.
- We believe we are very close...
- It won't work.
I beg your pardon?
M. anisopliae? That's what
you're talking about? It won't work.
There's poor stability
in the sporulating strains.
You'll get 35% effectiveness at best
before the mosquito out-evolves it.
We believe...
Besides, there are
3,500 species of mosquito.
They've been around
for 100 million years.
You think you can just
yank them out of existence?
I mean, you do realise half the birds
in the Arctic tundra will starve to death?
I mean, you have actually thought of that
or are you just fucking idiots?
- And how would you cure malaria?
- Cure malaria?
Why would we want
to cure malaria?
Malaria's doing a great job.
Leave malaria alone.
Young man, you're drunk.
Yes, I am, and in the morning
we'll both still be cunts.
Have you come here
just to drink?
There's a blackout
everywhere else.
It's only held
once every four years, this.
The idea is to get people together
who could never normally talk.
Like politicians, world leaders...
... scientists.
No-one knows it exists.
Is that what you are?
A scientist, then?
Must be a good one
to get into here.
Must be some kind of genius
to get into here.
No offence. I'm sure you're great.
But why don't you just fuck off?
Why don't you make me?
What's wrong with
curing malaria?
Or don't you want to make the world
a better place?
Let me explain
something to you.
The sun throws a certain amount
of energy onto this planet.
We turn it into food,
clothing, shelter, et cetera.
It supports
an amount of us...
... and it took 30,000 years
for that amount to become one billion.
Then we found a way
to use ancient sunlight...
... sunlight trapped in oil and coal.
We started to live off that.
What happened?
In just 130 years,
our population doubled.
The next billion took 30 years.
The fourth billion has taken just 14.
So, here's the question.
What do you think is going to happen
when that oil and coal runs out...
... in, say, 100 years?
When there's 10 billion living on a planet
that can support only one?
I think we're going to
tear each other to shreds.
At last.
Someone with an ounce of fucking brain.
Malaria?
The only disease
that needs curing is us.
Go on, then.
Let's throw ourselves off.
What are you doing?
Well, if there's no point
in being alive...
All right, Okay, I get it.
Yeah, yeah, fine. I get what you...
Look, look! That... that could tip!
Please don't do that. Please?
- Have you ever been in a genocide?
- What?
I have.
So, if you have
some sort of answer...
- ... I'd like to hear it.
- I have an answer.
No-one wants to listen to me.
They're all too fucking scared.
But if you come down
off that table, I will tell you.
Look, it's a rabbit.
See?
Do you like the rabbit?
Do you like it?
It's fine, Brosca.
He'll grow out of it.
Just a phase.
He's fine.
This is incredible.
Some of those scientists
are Nobel laureates.
So?
They think you're a god.
Don't laugh.
Do you see the way
they behave around you?
- They're small compared to you.
- I can't think like that.
Why? Because it's true?
I'm confused by what I feel.
Each day is momentous. Each minute,
every decision, every action is...
... historic.
And I feel separate.
You know?
Do you feel that?
That separation?
See?
You are a fucking god.
Janus, it's called "Janus"...
... and, um...
it's a protein and it's incredible.
The hard part was making it
so it can't be detected.
It's split into two elements,
which combine in the brain to create Janus.
It then sends signals that alter
the production of cohesion in fertility.
Essentially, it switches off
human reproduction.
It's, um... amazing.
Philip, when you say
"it switches off human reproduction"...
... we're not trying to end
the human race.
We use a placebo.
We leave 5 to 8% unaffected.
- They'll remain fertile.
- And who do we give that placebo to?
There are certain genetic traits
that are undeniably advantageous.
Now, I believe I've isolated a group
of people who are genetically stronger...
Group? Do you mean a race?
Race is not a term
that science recognises...
... but, yes, if you must,
then "race".
- That's the Third fucking Reich.
- It's the opposite of that.
I'm not talking about murder.
I'm talking about allowing some to continue.
A world without race.
It's a world without
racial fucking genocide!
- And can you make Janus decide?
- I could.
I could find a combination of junk genes
that only a certain percentage have...
... tailor Janus not to trigger
when those genes are present.
Right, and that would be random?
Nothing would connect those people?
No, it's junk DNA.
Doesn't do anything. But...
... why not choose?
Because that's not
who we are.
So, you've been to Plovdiv?
- Yes, I love Plovdiv.
- He hasn't been to fucking Plovdiv.
What are you talk... I love Plovdiv.
Plovdiv's my favourite place.
He is a fucking liar, Brosca.
Okay, you tell me what is the name
of the main square in Plovdiv.
Okay. The main square in Plovdiv, right?
It's got lots of little...
So, the main square in Plovdiv
is called... Plovdiv Main Square.
- You lied.
- They're a straight-speaking people.
Shall we do the merengue? Yeah?
Hand on my shoulder.
That's it. Watch my hips.
- Shall I spin you around?
- She's lovely, Brosca.
Merengue!
Are you okay?
Does he know what you do?
Tom.
God, no.
I love him.
And I want him
to continue loving me.
No, we can't. They're downstairs.
I'm supposed to be getting whiskey.
You're driving me nuts. I'll be quick, I promise.
You won't even notice.
Philip, I'm asking you.
- You have not hurt our son, yes?
- Brosca, no!
I would never hurt him.
I'm...
I'm pregnant.
I going to have a baby,
Philip.
Don't come in tomorrow.
There's going to be
a gas leak.
They know too much, Philip.
Jesus Christ, Milner.
Do you think they can walk around
talking about this?
They're good people.
Good?
Why?
Because you know them?
We're saving a species.
Are these few more important than everyone
because you've become attached to them?
We can't afford attachments,
Philip.
You need to remember that.
What have we got here?
It's a rabbit. See?
Do you like the rabbit?
Do you?
You see?
Do you like the rabbit?
You like it?
Look how beautiful it is.
Look.
Try it.
She'll be back in a minute.
Just popped out.
How are you, Tom?
Yeah.
Bit fucked, actually.
- Do you need anything?
- No. No, no.
I'm gonna go to one of those rehab places
they have now.
- Oh, that's great.
- Yeah.
That's great, Tom.
I really think...
... you know,
this time, you know?
I heard about
the gas leak at the lab.
She's devastated.
It means so much to her.
Your work.
I've never seen her
so alive.
She loves you, you know?
Not like that.
That she saves for me.
With you, it's...
... much higher.
Brain love.
She loves your brain.
- Hey. Come here. Hey.
- Oh, Jesus.
Let me get that for you.
Did you get the medication?
- I did, I did.
- Philip popped round.
Okay. Feeling better?
Philip Carvel?
I'm arresting you
on suspicion of cruelty to a child.
You do not have to say anything, but
anything you do say will be taken down...
She's right.
I experimented on him.
I was trying to inhibit violence.
I needed a human subject.
He was all I had.
It changed him.
I've been trying
to put it right.
I can't.
I'm sure
you had your reasons.
Look, I love Brosca.
But this?
She's harming you.
Let me help you with her.
She has to go.
- She's coming between us.
- What about Tom?
He's a fucking time bomb.
It's your love for Tom
that puts us in danger.
I don't feel like that about Brosca.
I don't feel like that about anyone.
The only person
I feel like that about...
... is you.
You and what
we are doing together.
No. No, Tom, please.
Please don't do that.
Don't.
I did ring.
I let myself in.
We need to talk.
Okay.
- Okay, talk.
- Here?
- This is quite sensitive.
- I said "talk".
The Network lab in Tel Aviv.
One of the men worked out
the RNA codes for Janus.
He has an idea
of what it does.
- Has he told anyone?
- Half the lab, as many as 50 people.
We're not sure exactly who yet,
but we have it locked down.
- Do you have a plane ready?
- TWA 841, heading to JFK.
We've told them
they're going to be debriefed by the CIA.
Well, you know
what we have to do, then.
We have to bring it down.
We have to plant a bomb aboard the plane
and we have to kill all of them.
What are you talking about?
Killing? Killing who?
Who you going to kill?
What you talking about planes and killing for?
Mr. Carvel?
There have been
some complications.
I'm very sorry to tell you
but your wife didn't survive childbirth.
Well, we always knew
it wasn't going to be easy, didn't we?
We always knew that.
There have to be sacrifices.
We're making a new world, Philip.
We are creating utopia.
Okay.
You're special. You're unique.
So, yes, you can have the child.
But don't get lost in her,
Philip.
- Mr. Carvel?
- Please, don't get lost in...
You've had a little girl.
A girl.
A little girl.
She's...
- ... she's beautiful.
- What are you going to call her?
Jessica.
Her name is Jessica.
Give me Janus
by the end of the week...
... or we'll torture Jessica.
Take this off.
There you are.
The continued waste collectors' strike
has led local authorities...
... to store waste in car parks
with threats of a looming oil crisis...
- ... talk of a state of emergency is...
- ... a vote of no confidence...
... in the Labour Government
has been called.
It's expected to come down
to just one or two votes.
It was only two votes.
It's pretty... pretty tight.
Indeed, but, you know,
when it's only two, anything can happen.
Coffins?
What a charming place to meet!
Are these full?
Oh... the gravediggers' strike.
They're storing
the bodies here.
The "Winter of Discontent", they're calling it.
Leicester Square's landfill.
It's Philip.
He's done it again.
What?
No. No, I spoke to him.
I've just come from Rome, where we spoke...
- You spoke, he listened...
- ... and I told...
... and then he did it again.
Another document,
another leak.
We think it's the same thing.
The identity of Mr. Rabbit.
He sent it to Richard Sykes,
UK ambassador to Holland.
We don't think
Sykes knows what it means.
But why Sykes?
Why send it to him?
If the Tories win the next election,
he's on security with Airey Neave.
- Airey Neave? Well, has he seen it?
- We don't know.
Look, why is Philip
doing this to us?
He's finished Janus.
But he's scared of it.
He can't bring himself
to destroy it, so...
... he's doing the next best thing,
he's destroying me.
Jesus.
What the hell will he do next?
Letan, I have men at the US lab,
armed men...
No, no-one touches
Philip Carvel.
Show me.
Your loyalty breaks my heart.
Deal with Sykes.
Then we need to talk
to Airey Neave.
At nine o'clock this morning, Sir Richard
was sitting inside his Rolls-Royce...
... in the grounds
of his residence here...
... preparing to drive the short distance
to the embassy in the centre of the Hague.
At that time, two men rushed up on foot
and five shots were fired at the car.
Sir Richard was hit,
and so was his 19-year-old footman...
- ... who had just shut the door.
- Milner!
It's an honour to meet you,
Mr. Neave.
Mr. Neave, we believe you may have
received some information...
... from Mr. Sykes before he died.
A document?
I did!
Extraordinarily extravagant stuff.
International conspiracies at the heart
of many governments, et cetera, et cetera.
- It's terribly exciting reading.
- Well, as strange as it may seem...
... we're worried that this information
may be putting your life at risk.
Really? How dreadful.
And do you know
who killed poor Richard yet?
Not officially, but we believe
it was dissident Republicans.
Do we?
Are you talking about "we"
as in Ml5?
Well, yes, I'm sure that "we"
does believe it was the IRA.
Or the INLA.
Or the RSPCA, for that matter.
But you and I, Milner...
... we know
it was someone else.
And who do we...
think it was?
Why, it was you, Milner.
Are you suggesting that the British
security services assassinated Mr...
Are we playing that game?
If we did... kill Sykes...
... what makes you think
we won't just kill you?
I'm not Sykes, Milner.
Or Letan.
Or Rabbity,
or whatever your name is.
Now, as you know,
there's a vote of no confidence...
... in Mr. Callaghan and his government.
This Friday, in fact.
If we win this vote,
there'll be a general election...
... and Margaret will become Prime Minister.
Hooray.
But it's balanced
on a knife edge.
Alfred Broughton, Labour MP.
He's at death's door, apparently.
And you want us to push him
through that door?
Heavens, no!
If you did that,
the vote might get delayed.
No, I just want you
to get him to pull a sickie.
Mr. Carvel?
- Who are you?
- Your friend Milner sent me.
- She's rather upset with you.
- What do you want?
Pleased to meet you.
My name is Mr. Omida.
Should the time come,
I'm to be your daughter's torturer.
I've been asked to explain
my process to you.
Now, Jessica's only four,
and always the difficulty with such an age...
... is maintaining life
for the maximum amount of time.
So, I will need to monitor
vital signs throughout.
But this is just a matter
of being attentive.
Moo!
Dr. Isherwood?
What we're about to tell you
is a matter of national security.
There is a threat
against one of your patients.
An MP. Alfred Broughton.
He will be assassinated
on his way to Westminster this Friday...
- ... and we need you to stop him.
- Me?
Tell him he's too sick to travel.
What?
That won't stop him.
- Christ, have you met him?
- Then make him too sick to travel.
We can't go
to Broughton himself...
... or we risk alerting those around him
who are setting this up.
But, er...
what about the vote?
I mean, it's a vote of no confidence.
Have you any idea how much that matters?
Bernard Weatherill. He's a Tory MP.
There's a gentlemen's agreement...
... that if a member of the Government
is too ill to vote...
... then an opposition MP
also won't vote.
We have persuaded Bernard
to honour that agreement.
Bollocks.
- Who do you think I am?
- Dr. Isherwood, this is...
You're trying to topple
the fucking Government.
No, no.
I'm a Labour voter.
I'm a card-carrying member, you fucks!
I've been on picket lines
up and down this country...
... and I know an Ml5 stitch-up
when I see one. Martin!
- Please don't do that.
- Martin!
Fucking establishment crypto-fascist
bastards.
You're all the same.
Terrified of the proletariat.
- Martin, call the police.
- That's not a good idea.
Tell them that it's a matter
of national security.
- Martin, don't do that.
- There are two people here trying to...
There.
Now, can we all just, please, calm down?
Make sure
Alfred Broughton doesn't vote.
Will you do that for us?
Mr. Carvel?
Philip? I am Omida.
I need to know... I need to know
I can get through to you.
Please nod.
Good.
Torture is communication.
So, what I will do is, I will inflict
a torture upon your person.
Then I'll go and inflict
the same torture upon Jessica.
It will be exactly the same,
not diminished.
What you feel, she will feel.
Exactly.
You will imagine her screams.
Her tears.
Please.
- Her begging.
- Please don't do that.
I will go back and forth this way
for a period of several hours...
... and if that doesn't work,
then we'll start all over again...
... but with her in front of you.
Now, propriety requires me to ask you
if you'd simply like to give us Janus now.
It's... perfect.
But I've made a...
an adjustment to it.
I've not been in control of myself,
you know?
Well, we can work that out.
I promise.
It... it's not...
Tell us, Philip, please.
Always,
with my first torture...
... I like to start with something
brutal and traditional.
I'm simply going to pull out
the fingernails on your right hand.
Is it here?
Is it in the lab?
Is this it?
Is there something in this?
I'm ashamed
of what I've done...
... and I'm scared of you.
You will use it
no matter what.
Please don't hurt
my little girl.
Oh, please!
I'm going to visit Jessica now,
Mr. Carvel.
Don't!
Not Jessica!
Did you call that in?
Who the hell called that in?
Let's go! Quick!
Move, move, move!
Please evacuate
all areas immediately.
- Evacuate all areas immediately...
- We need to evacuate this area now.
Yes, I know,
but I need to get back there.
Ma'am,
I will not tell you again!
There is a nuclear incident
at the Three Mile Island plant.
We must evacuate
this facility.
Evacuate all areas
immediately.
Please go to your designated assembly points,
where evac people are waiting.
Do not stop...
Philip Carvel?
My name is Christos.
I've come to get you out of here.
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
An accident at the Three Mile Island
nuclear power plant.
Federal agents said the reactor's core
may have been damaged.
Radiation passed through the four-foot
concrete walls and was detected...
... a mile away from the plant.
Mr. Callaghan lost the vote
of no confidence by a single vote...
... and has called a general election
for May 3rd.
Favourite to become Europe's first woman
Prime Minister, Margaret Hilda Thatcher.
The bomb went off
shortly before three o'clock.
The bomb, in fact, had been placed
in Mr. Neave's blue Vauxhall car.
Clearly, this was a deliberate and
well-planned operation. But by whom?
When Mrs. Thatcher
was given the news by an aide...
... nobody knew that the victim
was one of her closest friends.
There's someone been killed.
A bomb outside the House of Commons.
They need to talk to you.
Just now, seven minutes ago.
- Who?
- We don't know yet.
- Oh, dear...
- Terrible news, Mrs. Thatcher.
We've lost him.
Don't you mean
we've lost it?
Isn't it Janus we've lost?
I've just heard
that Airey Neave has been killed.
An IRA bomb, they're saying.
It was you.
But... I don't understand.
If...if we could do this all along,
why the hell did we do what he said?
We need a government
that stays in power.
I think this lot will be around
for a while...
... with help.
We've managed to pull some footage
of Carvel with Jessica...
... from the
close-circuit system.
We think that's a vaccine...
... and we think
Janus is inside it.
It's in her?
He put it in Jessica?
- And what's his name?
- His name's Dane. Mark Dane.
- And does he have family?
- No. No, he hasn't got any family.
Okay, Jessica Hyde...
... let's teach you
how to use a gun.