Utopia (2013–2014): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript

The Kazakh government has
announced that it's to continue with plans...

... to compulsory-purchase several million
acres of arable land in Kazakhstan...

... much of it owned by China
and the United States.

The US has strongly condemned
the move...

... likening it to Soviet-era
renationalisation.

The Kazakh president has said that,
with the continuing weak prices...

... his nation is struggling
to feed its people...

Glasses.

Notepad.

No pages missing.

Pen.



If you're in there,
she stays shackled, you understand?

I'm Ross.

Your new interrogator.

I know my predecessor wasn't gentle.
I know he hurt you, Jess.

And, in return,
you hurt him.

Hurt him? She stuck a fucking
screwdriver into his spine.

I'm not going to be
like that.

- Don't.
- Okay.

Don't go too close.

I want to see
what he did to you.

Can you get me a book,
please?

- What book would you like?
- The Bible.

I want to read the Bible.

You have this.



I sold it.

It's a graphic novel.

It's about a scientist who makes a deal
with the devil.

The manuscript exists.
The boy knows where it is.

Do you want to see
my nuclear fallout shelter?

Where is Jessica Hyde?

Yesterday I was arrested for a sex crime,
today I'm on the run...

... from ex-government nutters
who want to put out my eyes.

I'm a fucking IT consultant.

I'm Jessica Hyde.
I'm Philip Carvel's daughter.

Don't find out the truth
about our father.

We need to find out
why they want the manuscript.

It has the identity
of Mr. Rabbit.

We believe it describes the molecular
structure of a protein we call Janus.

The purpose of Janus
is to sterilise the entire human race.

I destroyed your work.
Janus is gone!

That's just a bunch of
old drawings done by a crazy man.

That's where he hid Janus.

It's in me!

Is your mother home?

Thanks, Peter.

- It's Pietre.
- Peter, that's what I said.

Come on. Cartoons.

I like cartoons.

- I see you two have settled in, then.
- Look what Peter got me.

- You've got to stop buying her things.
- No, he doesn't.

- You don't, Peter.
- It's Pietre.

- Peter, that's what I said.
- Don't tease him, Amanda.

- Pietre.
- Peter.

- It's Pietre.
- Peter.

You all right, Ian?

Everything...

Everything all right?

Why are you asking that?

No, no reason.

- I'm not prodding.
- Prodding?

You're not prodding?

Actually, there was something.

Do you think it's possible
to actually die of boredom?

Cos I was just going to staple
my own tongue.

That's how bored I am.

I was going to staple
my own fucking tongue...

... in the hope that pain will give me some
small reprieve from the tedium... of IT.

Do you want
to talk about it, buddy?

No. No...

- Because self-harm is a key indicator...
- It's not self-harm, Joe, okay?

Doing this job is self-harm.

You're not alone, Ian.

My cousin...
he tried to kill himself.

He was just like you.
He just... disappeared.

And then we found out
he'd been in hospital and he'd tried to...

I mean...

Once or twice,
I've found myself...

You know.

- Thinking about...
- I'm going to do some work now, Joe.

Yeah, yeah, course.

Cos I really feel like I need to,
you know, get fucking cracking.

Yeah.

Yeah, you, er...

Yeah.

Yeah... welcome back.

Again.

Becky.

Where are you, Becky?

I have this... Jess.

But I'd like to think
I don't need it.

Why are you
calling me Jess?

That's what Christos
called you.

- So you're trying to get into my head?
- No.

Just trying to connect, that's all.
And I know how alone you must feel.

Your father
put Janus in you...

... but before he did...
he made an adjustment to it.

Now, we've taken Janus from your blood.
It works perfectly.

We're making it right now.

Hiding it in the Russian flu vaccine
that everyone is so desperate for.

But we cannot see
his adjustment.

And we can't release the vaccine
until we know what the adjustment is.

We know he told Christos.

And we think...

... Christos told you.

So... I would like you...
to tell me.

Because there is
another way, Jess.

And our scientists say that,
if they can cut open your brain...

... they'll find it.

I'm holding them off, Jess.

Why?

- Why not just cut me open?
- I don't want you hurt.

- You are your father's daughter.
- My father's daughter?

He put this thing in me.

I was nothing but
a genetic container to him.

No. You're wrong.

He loved you.

Hello, matey.

It's all right. I'm alone.

I thought you was dead.

Nearly.

Lost the use of my arm.
Nerve damage.

My lung's all messed up.

I'm not much use
to anyone now.

- How did you find me?
- Well... it wasn't easy.

You're being discreet.

What's in that bag?

Clothes.

Bits of food.
I move around a lot.

Are you hungry?

What is this?

Quinoa.

It's a super-food.

Yeah.

Super.

- Still got our old bag, then?
- It's good for tools.

I'm a plumber.

Nice. Nice work.

Sort of thing that appeals
to a meticulous mind.

- How long's all this been going on?
- Four months.

We met in a pub.
They like me.

- I'm quiet.
- Yeah!

You certainly are quiet.

Have you struggled
to adjust, Arby?

I have.

I know it's odd, but...

... I brush my teeth
obsessively.

Like the things we did
are caught in me...

... in my mouth or...

What about you?

No, I just brush
the normal amount.

I think
we can move on, Lee.

- I mean, it's all over now.
- Over?

What, that fire?

Come on.

You think a thing
like that stops them?

They're starting again.

Nothing's over.

And I know things.

Example:
I know they want you...

... for a job.

There's someone
they want got rid of.

They want you to do it.

But...

... I'm out, Lee.

Just like you.

Out?

I'm not out.

Who said I was out?

You're never out, Arby.

Not a good idea.

I swear it isn't.

Hello, you.

Oh. Hello.

I'm Lee.

I'm an old friend of Arby's
from the old days.

- Arby's told me all about you.
- Arby?

A nickname.
We used to work together.

Has he not told you anything
about our work together?

Tell me about it? Mr. Mystery?
You've got to be kidding.

- He does love a mystery.
- What's in that bag?

- Amanda, don't be rude.
- Oh, that's not rude.

Curiosity should always
be encouraged.

I tell you what, Amanda,
why don't you open it up and have a look?

What on earth is that?

Dental gas.

It's a prototype.

I work for a company
that sells to dentists.

Pop it on the table, love.

What do you do with it?

Well... when little kids don't look
after their teeth and they get rotten...

... we have
to make them sleep.

Let's hope we never have
to use it on you, eh?

- Do you want tea or anything?
- Not for me, Tess. I won't be long.

I intend
finishing here very soon.

Oh, I just remembered
where my electronic fag was.

You see, all this...

It's not for you.

You know that.

It's been a lovely holiday
and you'll never forget it...

... or the people
you met here.

But it's time
to come home now, Arby.

And you can never, ever...
come back.

As you all now know, Corvadt has today
gone into administration.

But, as sole manufacturer
of the Russian flu vaccine...

... we believe that Corvadt
cannot be allowed to fail.

So, I have taken the decision
that Corvadt will be bailed out.

As of today,
we are making the vaccine.

And this will happen
at an unprecedented pace.

So, if Russian flu strikes,
you will be protected.

It is with this in mind I am very pleased
to introduce the new temporary CEO...

... a man
with years of experience...

... and someone who is intimately familiar
with Russian flu:

Mr. Michael Dugdale.

There we go.
Not so bad, was it?

Apart from you
looking like a tit.

How about you?

How are you doing?
You're with us now.

We are not
fucking friends, Geoff.

Okay? I don't like you.

I'd go so far as to say
I hate you.

I despise you. Every time I see you,
I feel physically sick.

I'm seeing this vaccine through,
but that's it, right?

You... you remember that.

Go home.

You're the last one here.
Thought you hated this place...

Joe, do you wanna go
for a drink?

Pints for the lads.

Hey, did you hear about Martin?
He's going out with Leanne.

What? Leanne?

Do you ever think your life
has become meaningless, Joe?

What if I were to tell you
that I didn't try and kill myself at all?

That there was no hospital?

What if I were to tell you
that I'd been on the run...

... chased by a shadowy organisation
that wanted to kill me, my friends...

... and control governments and whose
objective was to sterilise the world?

And I stopped them.

Me.

I reckon
she's just leading him on.

Leanne?
She's not his type.

Google alert? Grant Leetham?
Who's Grant Leetham?

I can hear that down the street.

Yeah? I'm being a fucking Goth.
That's what you want, innit?

- That's not even Goth music!
- It's shit. It'll do.

And why are you talking
on chatrooms?

- Grant, you're supposed to be dead!
- No-one will believe them nut jobs.

For fuck's sake, Grant,
you can't do this!

I'm dead. I'm dead, mate!
My mum, my mates, everyone I know...

... they all think I fucking killed myself
cos of you and that bitch Milner!

Milner is finishing off The Network.
When that's done...

Milner. Milner. Fucking Milner.

We ain't heard from her
in months.

She's forgotten about us, Ian.
We've been left here to rot.

I'm fucking sick to my tits of you.
I'm going out!

- No, you're not.
- I am.

- Grant...
- Ian... Get off me!

- For fuck's sake!
- Ian...

Grant... I'm... I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. Are you all right?
- You punched me.

- I know, I'm sorry.
- I'm a kid.

- I... I know. I'm fucking sorry. Grant!
- I'm not a child.

I'm calling the police...

... and telling them you touched my bollocks!
You paedo!

I like the new patch.

Have you thought about
what I said?

Yeah.

Why me? I mean...

... you told me who you are.

Who you really are.
Why did you take that risk?

We tortured you, we disfigured you,
we murdered your father..

... and yet
in the last instance...

... you chose to betray the people
you'd grown to love for our cause.

Yeah, but am I...

Am I capable?

Of course you are.
You believe in...

I'm not talking about belief,
I'm talking about... capacity.

Look, I... I want to help you,
and I believe this is right...

... it's just...
I don't think I can.

What do you see
when you see me?

Milner.

Letan, Mr. Rabbit, I dunno.

What do you see
when you see me?

I see...

I see someone...

... who's killed thousands...

... who... murders...
tortures...

... executes innocent children
without hesitation.

- That's what I see.
- And do you think I wanted that?

Do you think
I wanted to be Mr. Rabbit?

You're capable of more than you know,
Wilson, believe me.

Do you recognise me?

I can see him in you.

You knew my father?

I knew him very well.

I made sure
you survived his leaving.

I have a very important thing
for you to do.

This man knows something.

His name is Christian Donaldson.

And what he knows,
no-one can know.

I'm trusting you,
do you see?

I want you back.

If only you could've known
your father, Arby.

- He was incredible, he was...
- My name's Pietre.

And my father
wasn't incredible.

Not at all.

You're being
uncharacteristically soft.

He'll do it.
He'll come back to us.

But, just in case, send others, too.
Send a SWAT team.

Make sure Donaldson's dead.

I wish Becky
had taken me with her.

I hate you.

She was great, Becky.

Yeah.

She was great, Becky.

Becky!

It's a long way down, Becky.
I don't think you should jump.

Jesus Christ, just let me die in peace,
you creepy little fuck!

This isn't why I contacted you.
I wanted your help, not your death.

- You don't have to do this yet.
- And what do I get for my help?

Another month of life?

Six weeks
if you're generous?

Just fuck off, Christian,
I'm not doing this any more!

One year.

A whole year.

A year's worth of Thoraxin,
Becky.

It works, doesn't it?

I mean, it's not a cure,
but it's taking care of the symptoms.

And what do I have
to do for it?

Nothing like last time,
I promise.

I'm not asking you to get the manuscript,
I'm not asking you to betray your friends.

Just help me now
downstairs...

... Becky.

Hi.

Who's this to?

Oh, piss the fuck off!

This is a honeytrap,
show a bit of fucking honey!

God...
Who is this guy again?

Tony Bradley.
An utterly mediocre scientist.

I went to college with him.
He's a moron.

And out of nowhere he's written
the definitive book on Deel's syndrome.

I've read it. It's brilliant.

- So...?
- So he's an idiot.

The knowledge in that book,
he's stolen it!

Look, Becky, I'm clever.

Think how much more use
that would be in my hands.

And this is out the kindness
of your heart...

... to help Deel's victims?

No. I want to take
what he's got...

... write my own book
and make a shitload of cash.

And if I don't help you?

Well, the NHS does some wonderful things
around end-of-life planning.

Right...

Excuse me.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi.

Becky.

God, you're so funny!

- Am I?
- Yeah.

Didn't think I was!

- Jesus Christ, what are you doing?
- Shut up.

- I've got this.
- Fuck! Where did you get that?

- Christian, is that you?
- What have you got a gun for?

- It's for shooting people.
- Are you two together?

Oh, fuck, no.

- Not like that, we're not.
- Where are you getting this?

I've read your fucking book.
You don't know any of this.

- I am a respected scientist.
- No, you're not.

Yes, well, you're hardly a Nobel
prize-winner, are you, Christian?

That's because I've got demons.
You're just a knuckle-dragger.

No! I have painstakingly and methodically
researched Deel's syndrome...

... and I have made...
certain leaps.

And I did it on my own,
just me.

Get up.

Me sim bokhalo.

Xabe?

Jesus! It's like a dungeon.

- Are you having sex with this man?
- No!

All right, look.

I was in the middle of a class about
five months ago...

... and he just walked in.

He started doing equations
on the board.

I had no idea
what was going on.

But the stuff was incredible.

So I brought him home,
gave him some food.

He kept doing it.

I realised it related to Deel's.

And I thought, well,
it should be published.

How would he know
about Deel's?

What language is that?

I... I have no idea.

He doesn't speak English.
I think his name is Anton.

Da?

Let's get out of here.
This doesn't feel safe.

Right, well...

Anton, come on.

Let's get you out.

Hold his hand.

I'm going to tie your hands together.
It's inconspicuous...

... and it's hard to run
when you're tied to another human being.

No! You fucking do it.

- Can I go? Can I just go now, please?
- Becky, will you stop messing around?

Right, well,
you'll have to have the gun.

You are such a twat.

Can I just go now, please?

We need information first,
then you can go.

When I first came here...

... they used to let me go up
to another room for an hour every day.

There was a window there,
I could see clouds outside.

They took it away because...

... I hurt people.

Do you like clouds?

I believe in what your father did.
I believe in Janus.

But am I going to sit here and tell you
that what he did to you... was right?

No.

No, I'm not.

Did you want children,
Jessica?

He denies you a father
and then he denies you children.

- What kind of mother would I have been?
- You'd have been a great mother.

- I couldn't have been a mother.
- All that love?

You'd have been amazing.

We're running out of time,
Jess.

- Are you ready to tell me?
- Why don't you just hurt me?

That's not what you deserve.

It just... isn't.

... of a worldwide
vaccination programme.

These diseases are everywhere
on the increase...

... and it's now possible that TB deaths
may overtake malaria deaths within five years.

Er... y-yes.
Yes, that's... that's, um...

... bad.

It's all about transport
with the vaccines.

The cold chain
must remain uninterrupted...

... and this means
refrigerated trucks, ships...

These places are remote,
it's... it's hard.

Yes. Well, well done.
You've been doing some excellent...

Ah, Mr. Gorsand,
how good to see you.

Geoff isn't here because
he cares about vaccines, darling.

He's here because he wants my fucking
papers on board for the next election.

- Ha, we're not like that these days.
- Politics doesn't change.

There's a room nearby
we can use.

Why don't you join us?

- You can wait in there.
- Look, I think it's about time I...

Do as you're told, dear.

Every time a new drug is developed,
there are winners and losers.

If you're watching this, you're a winner,
but not everyone is so lucky.

On average, vaccines reach the Third World
15 years after we get them.

That's 15 years of disease,
of misery, of death.

Russian flu has the potential
to kill millions.

But there is a vaccine.
As usual, we'll get it first...

... the developing world left to beg,
left to die.

But we want to say,
"No, not this time."

V Day is an initiative started by
the Rochane Foundation...

... to get the Russian flu vaccine
to everyone at the same time.

16th November. V Day.

It means us waiting
a few months for the vaccine...

... so that they
don't have to wait decades.

Isn't that worth it?

- Support V Day.
- Say, "No, not this time."

This time, we live together.

Are you fucking serious?
This?

We launch V Day
on Wednesday.

Leah's Rochane Foundation
will back the campaign...

... underwriting the cost for countries
that can't afford it.

- And how much will that be?
- $268 billion.

But that's six times the deficit.
You can't afford that!

No NGO has anywhere near
that kind of money.

We have 23 billion.

My husband is worth 11
and he's leaving it all to us.

He will die next week.

His example will be followed.
Alexander Levchenko, 23 billion...

... Steph Aberg, 21 billion,
Tim Stanton, 18 billion.

- There are others.
- We're harvesting the rich, Geoff.

We have celebrities
and NGOs ready to back us.

It's a good thing.

But you're the most important.
You run the health department...

... and the department
now owns Corvadt.

If you say no-one gets the vaccine
until we all do... so be it.

I can't do that.
That's political suicide.

My career will be over.

How do you think
you got your career?

Through talent and ability?

You've got your career
because we gave it to you.

You only have one talent, Geoff,
and it's doing what you're told.

Jess?

Are you ready?

I don't know
what the adjustment is, Ross.

Christos never told me.

What?

No...

That can't be.

They tortured you
for five months.

I pretended to know.

I had to, to stay alive.

I want to show you
what they did to me.

I know you're scared.

But you must trust me.

We're running
out of time, Jess.

But your approach...

Your approach is different.

You want to get in my head.

No. No, I'm not in your head.

I know you're not.

I know you're not, Ross.

I'm in yours.

Oh, for fuck...

Something's come up.
I'm off.

Oh, er... Yeah.

Cool, buddy.
Er... do you mind me asking wh...

I've found her.

Becky! I've found her.

Come on, dickhead, let's go.

Yes!

Here.

Can you understand me?

What I'm saying?
Do you speak English?

- Will you stop fucking struggling?
- Can I go now? Please!

Of course you can't go!
I need to know what he knows about Deel's...

... and you've screwed the knot up so tight
we've got to find a fucking knife.

Why are you staying here?

I'm hiding out.
I felt like I was being followed.

Oh, shit.

Becky, can you get a knife?

Stop bloody sweating, Tony!

There's fuck all here.

Where was she going?

There.
She was going that way.

Let's be careful.

Just wait here, Okay?

Palpale...

Ka murro trayo.

Rrugiv tut...

How many?

I'll let you live.

Four.

- Including you?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Come with me
or they'll kill you.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I... I've come to find you.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

I mean, why have you come
to find me?

- Why do you think?
- I don't know.

That's why
I'm fucking asking you.

Jesus, this is not at all going
how I imagined it would.

Oh, my God!

There's one more.
Wait here.

What the hell is that?

Can I go now?
Can I just go now, please? Please...

Come on!
What are you doing?

- Come on!
- Stop! Stop!

Tony?
Are you having a heart attack?

Are you having
a fucking heart attack?

Oh, fuck!

My name's Pietre.

We need to run.
All of us. Right now.

Jesus Christ.
What the fuck was that?

- Who were they?
- I don't know.

- Grant, are you all right?
- He's a psycho!

He killed Bejan, Alice's mum!
He just fucking shot her!

It's okay.
I'm not going to hurt you.

I saved you.

And those soldiers
weren't there to kill you, either.

- Then, why were they there?
- They were there to kill him.

Me?

What the fuck have I done?

She made the rope,
plaited it from pages torn from a Bible.

Then she wound it into the gate's mechanism
but we don't know which way.

Press up, down, it could release him
or it could tear his head off.

We can't go in there because she's rigged
these doors onto the same circuit...

... and we can't override it.

If you interfere with the mechanism,
the gate shuts. It's a safety measure.

Has she tried to get out?
Made any demands? What does she want?

She doesn't want anything.
She's lost her mind.

She's just...
not moved in five hours.

Just stares at clouds.

Who gave her the Bible?

What have I done to you,
Jessica?

What have I done?

Glasses.

Notepad.

No pages missing.

Pen.

Sign out.

You got a pen that works?