02x03 - Episode 3

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A serious cyber-attack has been launched

on the United Kingdom's

emergency services.

We are working flat out for a patch

for the Ruin Britannia hack.

I knew I shouldn't have

taken this job in the first place.

Oh, come on.

Yet deep down, I have always

known we have different values.

I want to be back in the

COBRA room during this crisis.

As?

You could always make me

Foreign Secretary.

(PHONE RINGING)

- Yeah.

- We're in the clear.

Leak it. Right now.

Something's going on.

Because I've got MI5 all over me.

Someone's leaking you expl*sive

stuff that affects National Security.

That's their job.

Another scoop coming your way.

This arrived.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING, SHIP HORN BLOWING)

(BREAKS SQUEAL)

This one'll give a red alarm.

Medical isotopes.

All standard, don't fret.

- Sir?

- Mm?

- It isn't.

- What?

Giving a red, sir.

The cargo's bloody radioactive.

It's gotta give a red

Christ. The whole system's down.

Get the Senior.

Now!

REPORTER: Mr Sutherland is already

under pressure to declare an enquiry

into whether exploratory

gas-field drilling

by the Chinese mining

conglomerate, Jiayóu,

might have played a role in

disturbing the buried munitions ship

which caused such devastating

tragedy in Kent

And of course Mr Sutherland is

also facing demands for answers

Anna?

Eleanor has an emergency

briefing for us on the ports.

Ukrainian businessman

Mikhailo Kostenko

So, perhaps it's not particularly

surprising

that the exoneration of the

government over the J23 shootings

in the Singer Report is being met

with significant scepticism

from various quarters.

Earlier I spoke to the Leader

of the Opposition, Chris Edwards.

The Lord Singer report

is a disgraceful attempt

to give the illusion of

transparency and credibility

to a desperate Tory government,

which frankly has demonstrated neither,

and which knows it is losing the

trust of the British people by the day.

Robert?

Chris Edwards there

and we'll have more on that story

later on this afternoon.

When we're done here,

we need to discuss candidates.

- There's the Kent by-election

- That's hardly pressing.

Even so, if you have preferences

But what is pressing,

and actually bloody urgent

- Foreign Secretary.

- Precisely.

And I assumed under the

circumstances the last thing

- you'd want is a reshuffle

- Archie.

Is that a joke?

Not the time.

It's a wrong decision. The man's a

Duly noted.

We had to close the Port of Dover

an hour ago

when it became apparent the Cyclamen

scanners had been incapacitated.

Cyclamen?

The huge fixed scanners at every

UK port and airport to detect

radioactive freight.

Cyclamen is our frontline

defence against the smuggling

of nuclear contraband.

Which, is our only net

to catch t*rrorists

driving a dirty b*mb into the country.

We've ascertained that the

total system failure at Dover

is the result of a massive

ongoing cyber-attack.

So, who's doing this?

Is it part of the Ruin Britannia hack?

I am currently unable

to provide an assessment.

We've identified none

of the same hallmarks as yet,

but it could be the same group.

Until our capacity for monitoring

nuclear material is back online

we can't let anyone through.

So far Dover's the only

port affected, right?

- No other border-point?

- So far.

Nonetheless, Dover's critical

for supply chains.

Sealing it for any length of time

risks massive disruption.

- How quickly can it be unsealed?

- GCHQ have three teams on it.

But I'm afraid at this moment I

You are unable to provide an assessment?

At what point are we gonna

have to deal with shortages?

The immediate concern is fresh produce.

We've already instigated

contingencies, but

the closure of a major port's

gonna be all over the lunchtime news,

and even if we don't

face a supply crisis

we'll face panic-buying.

People are people.

Well, we can be front-footed

to head off panic.

What I find deeply disturbing

is that if it weren't for a lucky catch,

we could be hunting for a dirty b*mb.

I'm afraid we, um

we can't yet be totally certain.

There was a window

between the system failing and the

Border Force realising it was down.

How big a window?

Five hours.

During which, 1027 vehicles

passed through Cyclamen

- without an accurate scan.

- Jesus Christ!

I've already initiated a situation room.

We need to issue a statement

about the closure.

About the closure, yes, nothing else.

The priority must be

to maintain public calm.

I want these vehicles found and scanned.

I want the cyber-attack neutralised.

I wanna know where it or all

of these attacks have come from.

And I want that port open again

before there's riots in Tesco.

(OFFICE CHATTER)

Hey.

- Is this all of them?

- Uh-huh.

Every vehicle that entered

while Cyclamen was down,

clustered by destination.

We've issued regional forces

with a full alert.

Alright, but we also

need to group by origin.

Yep, which is in this array.

Always one step ahead.

- You OK?

- I'm fine.

It's just I didn't expect

you back to work so soon.

I said I'm fine.

The doctors said I'm fine.

I want to work,

and you are not my real dad.

We're running every point of origin

against the Foreign Office's risk index.

Then we sort the vehicles

by potential threat.

What?

With a cyber attack

on our nuclear scanners,

I'm just

forcing myself not to dwell on

what the word "threat" means today.

I just think there are more

pressing needs on our attention.

Well, I'm afraid I think the

appointment of a Foreign Secretary

is about as pressing as it gets.

- I'm not prepared to

- To what? To listen to reason?

Bad enough you give Archie back

the whip, but Foreign Secretary?

You may think it throws

a bone to the fringe, right,

but all it's going to do

is make them hungrier.

They'll smell weakness on you.

Is that what you smell?

- Look, my only concern here is

- (PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Mr Glover-Morgan, Prime Minister.

Send him in.

Who looks weak, Anna?

The man who waves the bone,

or the dog who comes drooling?

It's a question of who bites whom first.

(KNOCK ON DOOR, DOOR OPENS)

- Anna! How delightful.

- f*ck off!

I've always said she brings

such warmth to the workplace.

Black, no sugar as I recall?

I know you're a busy man, Robert,

what with the country coming

apart at the seams.

So, why the tummy-tickle?

Think of it more as a

civility towards a potential

cabinet colleague.

Then never mind the tummy.

- I'm all ears.

- I'm offering you Foreign Secretary.

As I recall, when I suggested

as much, you scoffed.

This country is under attack, Archie.

I'm on the verge of a w*r Cabinet.

Bask all you like, but I

need experienced comrades.

Comrades, indeed.

Personal sentiments are immaterial

as regards my duty to provide

this country

with its best possible government.

One in which you would

be a most valued asset.

Then I suppose, since duty calls

I must accept.

Jessie? Did you see who delivered this?

It was just with the other post.

No stamp, no postmark.

It was hand-delivered,

but you didn't see who?

Intel flagged it immediately.

Origin: Ukraine.

Ukraine's risk-index

was elevated to "HIGH"

after the assassination

of Mikhailo Kostenko.

The truck's cargo manifest

states "Produce,"

but the haulage firm has

never exported to the UK before.

- Is this our potential threat?

- MI5 are calling "maximum priority."

If we have to evacuate,

what sort of numbers?

Vehicle's almost at destination:

industrial park outside of Nottingham.

It's sparse, only half occupied

Small mercies.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Tell them to keep

the public away, please.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(CHOPPER WHIRRING ABOVE)

RADIO: Confirmed presence

of irradiated mass.

Registering high levels

of beta-ray emission,

some measurable gamma-ray emission.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

What are they doing there?

I said keep the public away, please!

(GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING SLOWLY)

(GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING FASTER)

RADIO: Profile suggests

probable presence of caesium-137

and

(GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING RAPIDLY)

What the f*ck?

Berries? Repeat.

Cargo appears to be radioactive berries.

Get those crates opened and

check for anything concealed.

The berries were ordered by a wholesaler

whose regular provider was

unable to deliver on time,

on account of the massively reduced

transit across the Channel.

But what the wholesaler

didn't realise

is that the berries

were grown in Polesia.

A region of Ukraine. Technically

outside the Exclusion Zone, but

Exclusion?

Of Chernobyl.

The soil there is still irradiated.

The cargo has been quarantined.

It'll be safely destroyed.

Even so, if this gets out,

years of pleading with the public

to eat their five a day

straight down the crapper.

We believe the nature

of the cargo is secure.

But phone-footage of the

truck, police, military

may soon be in the wild.

So, we simply state the government

doesn't comment on security matters.

Which makes it clear as day

there's a "security matter."

Then slap the press with a D-notice.

These days we call them DSMA-Notices,

should you wish to update your

frames of reference from 1945.

We'll have to say something, surely?

If there's footage,

it's bound to get out.

Robert, you said yourself

we need to be front-footed.

I said our primary concern should

be neutralising fear and panic.

I agree with Archie.

We don't comment on it.

We give them something else,

such as telling them

when the port will reopen.

So

When will the port reopen?

Hopefully, within 24 hours.

"Hopefully"?

With respect, I think we

were all hoping for something

a little less wishy-washy.

And how many more trucks left to scan

before we're at least

through that crisis?

Get to work.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

FRANCINE: Of course I want back in,

but I'd sooner run for a seat

I've got a chance of winning.

Well, before Clive Turner won it,

that seat was Labour's.

What's stopping it

from being Labour again?

I'm a black woman, and

apparently a member of

what are we called now?

The liberal London elite.

Right.

Well, I'd suggest your opinion

that the electorate are

a bunch of r*cist bumpkins

is something we maybe leave off

the pamphlets

- OK, that's not what I meant.

- I know what you meant.

You don't believe it any more than I do.

- You're just you're just g*n-shy.

- g*n-shy?

Yes, it's been a while

since you campaigned.

- How dare you?

- No, I mean it.

Listen, I will tell you exactly why

I think you can win the by-election.

Right now, that constituency is

shell-shocked and it's flooded. Why?

Because the Tories have flogged our

gas-fields to a Chinese multinational

which caused an expl*si*n.

But the drilling hadn't been proven.

Yeah, but why have they

rescinded the contract?

Now, if that wasn't enough,

Dover Port is shut.

Total chaos, by the sound of things.

Massive tailbacks,

right on the doorstep of

the very same constituency.

Due to some kind of system failure.

Why? Because the Tories have grotesquely

underinvested in infrastructure.

Now, if you lived there

(SIGHS)

Would you not be ready for change?

Listen, I tell you what.

Why don't we just sketch out,

just hypothetically

some sort of strategy?

Might be able to get a whiff of

who the other side are fielding.

And how are we gonna do that?

Well, you know Anna Marshall, don't you?

You know full bloody well

we haven't spoken in months.

I'm not gonna reach out to her now

just so I can milk her for information.

(LINE RINGING)

(PHONE JINGLES)

What's up, mum?

Er, nothing, really,

I just wanted to check in.

Not dying, are you?

Very funny.

Are you at home for supper?

I thought we could get a takeaway

Erm, I'm going to Dad's.

Oh, OK. Well, I'll

I've got to go, um

Oh, wait, um

Is there something weird going on

with, like, fruit or something?

What?

Before you called, um, someone on

Twitch got it off '4chan' or something.

Saying, like, the police

found a load of

poisoned berries or something, and I

There's nothing, darling.

And you know 4chan's

for paedos and Hitler Youth.

Look, I've gotta go. Love you.

(SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE, KEYPAD TAPPING)

(KEYS CLICKING, MESSAGE BEEPS)

f*ck sake!

You wanted to see a shortlist

of my preferred candidates,

now you have one.

I don't see the problem.

Except for all of them being on

the hard right of the hard right?

And Roger Hawkins, for Christ sake?

You want to restore the whip

to Roger Hawkins?

Who else in the People's

Justice Independents

are you intending to bribe back?

- Our party must be a broad church

- Robert, don't!

We both know bloody well

what this is about.

You're afraid of losing

Clive Turner's constituency,

and you think one of

these embarrassing cretins

will galvanise the angry white vote.

A vote is a vote. A seat is a seat.

And politics requires power.

Now, I've told you before Anna

You were always an Archan

Don't throw your bloody

utilitarianism textbook at me again,

because this is realpolitik.

And it's grubby, Robert.

- I know.

- This is not our Conservatism!

Maybe you haven't noticed,

but right now,

from every direction,

we are facing a different storm.

One of which is the distrust

surrounding the Singer Report.

Now, who better to vouch for that Report

than the former Home Secretary,

so convinced of that Report's integrity

that he has rescinded his resignation?

Now look. You don't like Archie.

Archie doesn't like you.

But I suggest you stop letting

your personal grievance

My what? How dare you!

You're right. I detest Archie.

But I have never let any "personal

grievance" warp my judgement.

And my judgement is you're a fool

if you think you can trust him,

because he will be waiting

with a polished knife

the moment your back is turned.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PHONE BUZZES)

(KNOCK, DOOR OPENS)

Apologies for dragging you

from your IT crowd.

Not at all, Foreign Secretary.

What could be less important

than the security

Of the Nation, yes, precisely.

However, while this cyber-as*ault

is unconscionable,

we are currently fire-fighting

on multiple fronts.

And I intend to face them

with a big gushing hose.

He's over-compensating.

You hardly need to explain that

to the Head of Intelligence.

Well, here's something

I apparently do need to explain.

We are lumbering towards

a diplomatic crisis

with the Chinese,

over the expl*si*n in Kent.

Peter.

The Chinese mining company,

of course, flatly denies

that the expl*si*n

was the result of them

sticking their drill-bit

into our Great British Seabed.

Meanwhile, an editorial

in yesterday's Central Times

I'll save you the trouble of

reading the appalling translation

It says, "The British

want to blame the Chinese

"to cover up our own incompetence

at not defusing the ship years ago."

And it is calling for, "a retaliation,

"both public and painful."

I've received a formal complaint

from the Chinese ambassador.

Whom I am obliged to meet.

And when I do so, I want a full deck,

vis-à-vis who or what

caused the expl*si*n.

I want evidence, understood?

All our assets are trying

Are they more reliable

than the assets you

employed for that

briefing on the Russians?

Because from what I can gather,

their usefulness was several

thousand degrees south of suboptimal.

- Minister, with respect

- I don't want Chinese whispers.

As I say

a full deck.

A big hose.

Fraser, you need to look at this.

So, after the blueberries,

what's next on the menu?

Strontium sausages?

Plutonium pomegranates?

One of the vehicles,

something's off with its data,

I can't find any trace of the haulier.

It might be human error, but

Get it to Eleanor James.

(KEYS TAPPING)

(TRAIN PASSING BY)

Hello, stranger.

I'm glad you called.

I've missed you.

That's good to hear.

(CHUCKLES)

- Say it.

- (CHUCKLES)

I'll think about it.

Can I ask you something?

Business?

Then let's get it out of the way

before the second bottle.

Chris Edwards wants me back

in parliament.

I want you back in parliament.

He wants me to run

for Clive Turner's seat.

Pack your snorkel.

(FRANCINE LAUGHS)

Oh, my God, I'm a horrible person!

Nah, there are worse.

I mean, to be fair, they're

all in your Party, but

Anna, who are your lot

putting up for the seat?

Is that what this is about?

Why you called?

If it was, I would've

been much more subtle.

Or your expert guile is

the illusion of having none.

Chris asked me to get back in touch

to find out who you were running.

I said no.

Then I realised I wanted to anyway

because I missed you, too.

Robert and I have been

squaring off over it.

His first choice is Roger Hawkins.

- Are you taking the piss?

- I f*cking wish.

But listen here, young lady.

If Robert continues to

ignore my expert counsel,

and if you decide to contest

Roger will make it a dirty fight.

He'll play the populist card,

blow every dog-whistle.

Are you trying to put me off?

Is this 'guile'?

Fran, my love, don't make

me call you an idiot again.

I'm giving you reasons you should run,

and wipe the smug grin

off Hawkins' ruddy face.

Go for the seat. Win it.

You'd have my vote.

PLAYBACK: This is what the liar

government and mainstream media

don't want you to see.

Radiation detectors.

Because our nation is

secretly under attack.

Nuclear attack.

The corrupt traitor,

Sutherland and his globalist stooges,

want to hide it from us,

hide their weakness,

their complicity in the death

of our great country.

And until this government is overthrown

by whatever means necessary,

they would have us feed poison

to our children

sooner than tell us the Truth.

These nuclear poison-berries

came to Britain

directly from Ukraine, through Dover.

Still working?

Big case.

You'll win.

Is that by decree

of Her Majesty's Government?

No, you'll win because

you're a brilliant lawyer

and a spectacular woman.

But if I did have to bend

this country's noble and

ancient democratic institutions

for the sake of your affections

Only you could make brutal

dictatorship sound so romantic.

(SMOOCHES)

Well, in the meantime, I can

offer to make you a cup of tea?

Oh, yes.

(PHONE RINGS)

Eleanor.

Hi, erm, sorry it's late,

but I thought you'd want

an update on Cyclamen.

We've captured the malware.

- So, the border can re-open?

- Imminently.

Oh, thank Christ for that. Well done.

I do need to update you

on something else.

We've been monitoring various

online channels and footage

of that truck from at least four devices

has spread like bloody measles.

The open-sourcers

have identified the

radioactivity apparatus.

There's a new far-right

online presence, "Firestorm."

They have been consistently

pointing the finger at government.

I wouldn't normally bother you

with conspiracy theorists,

but they're not far off the truth,

and gaining traction.

Christ!

The silence from government

is only adding fuel to it.

We need to formulate

some kind of explanation,

take back control of the narrative

Those vehicles that got through

Are they all accounted for?

No, not quite.

There are nine as yet unscanned.

When they are scanned, and when

we're in the clear, and only then,

I shall make a statement.

Prime Minister

The only way to counteract panic

and probably outright bloody mayhem

is by stating that we have

overcome the situation,

that our defence apparatus works.

We convene COBRA in the morning,

assess the state of risk,

and strategize on that basis.

Well, with respect, Prime Minister,

I don't think that we

Goodnight, Eleanor.

PLAYBACK: These nuclear

poison-berries came to Britain

directly from Ukraine through Dover.

The port which is now closed,

but the government refused

to tell us why.

A government impotent and

venal which does nothing

while Foreign enemies trample

our borders and ruin our land.

- (PHONE RINGS)

- Our investigations have revealed that these

(STOPS PLAYBACK)

This is an unexpected pleasure.

Hari, have you got a minute?

I need your advice.

Off the record.

I mean, you're taking me

away from alt-right nutters, but

What?

Nothing. Talk to me.

Alright. If I, hypothetically speaking,

if I ran in a by-election

could I count on your support?

Hypothetical support?

Your platform has traction.

The support would carry weight.

Question, unrelated:

what's going on in Dover?

Something to do with radiation?

People aren't buying

the government line.

- Do you know why it's closed?

- No. Why?

- Doesn't matter. I just, er

- (COMPUTER BEEPS)

Listen, what I was asking is just

Well, would you back me?

Holy sh*t!

Hari?

Hello, Hari

Look, Francine, I'd back

you in a bi-election or

a bloody general election. I'll

give all the signal-boost I can,

but I'm sorry, I have to go.

(PHONE RINGING ON VIBRATE)

(SIGHS)

- God, don't you ever sleep?

- No.

And you'd better wake up, too,

because we might have a big problem.

I just sent you the link.

What problem?

Look at it.

Alright, wait, wait.

What is this?

Did you know your wife did

legal for Mikhailo Kostenko?

Of course, I didn't bloody know.

June 97, we hadn't even met.

Kickbacks?

So, it bloody seems.

The scoop of the day is the

PM's wife was on the legal team

which gave bungs on behalf

of a Ukrainian gangster.

sh*t.

What is it? What's going on?

(SCOFFS)

I have never seen any

of these documents before.

I need the truth.

That is the truth!

Then what the f*ck is this?

(ANNA HANGS UP)

This deal was over 20 years ago.

I was barely even an associate!

I never met Kostenko. I just

I didn't know anything about kickbacks!

Please believe me.

I want to believe you, Rachel.

But maybe you can explain to me why

why you didn't think

it worth mentioning

that Kostenko's name crops up

in your career history?

I mean, with his murky assassination

being all over the news lately,

and me, your husband,

being the Prime f*cking Minister.

Because it was a deal

from a long time ago

that I played a tiny part in, and

I didn't know there was

anything ill*gal about it

until you waved this

f*cking smear in my face!

Because that's what this is, Robert.

A smear.

None of this poison

proves I did anything wrong,

because I didn't.

But it's still poison.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

NEWS: but Number Ten are yet to

comment on the alleged association

between Mrs Sutherland and

the recently deceased Ukrainian

businessman Mikhailo Kostenko.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Mrs Sutherland,

I'm calling again from the Sun

Look, I've already told you: no comment.

And I've already blocked

your number three times.

So, please, just leave me alone!

(SLAMS PHONE ON TABLE)

(SIGHS)

My God. She's finally speechless.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ACROSS THE STREET)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

(CLAMOUR CONTINUES)

The situation room have cleared

all but one of the trucks.

It's the one they flagged up

yesterday as having dodgy paperwork.

That's why it's proving

difficult to track down.

And the haulier doesn't even exist.

OK, let's get it found.

All forces nationwide

make this their priority.

(MOUSE CLICKING)

ANNA: Robert, we have

to talk about Rachel.

We need to discuss

the way through this

No, we don't, Anna.

People think they're

under nuclear attack.

We have to give them some reassurance.

I know I pushed against this before,

but I

I believe I was wrong.

I'll make a statement,

outside Downing Street.

I'll explain about Cyclamen,

and the f*cking blueberries.

I'll make it clear that Dover

will open again immediately.

And the few vehicles that did get

through while the system was down

are all accounted for.

There is no danger.

Have they been?

- Has what been?

- The trucks. All accounted for.

All except one.

I'm prepared to take

a chance they will be,

because as far as I can see,

this is the least worst option.

I'm afraid I don't think it is.

If there's only one truck left

to find, we wait until it's found.

I know the the situation with Rachel

makes you want to show strength,

but I think you, all of us,

need to hold our nerve.

We have a COBRA now about the

disruption across the country.

Let's get all the facts before we react.

When the vehicles are all accounted

for, then you make a statement.

With strength.

Shops are being cleared of tinned goods.

Sales of fresh produce cratering.

Well, it takes the pressure

off the supply line.

And at least intelligence

have finally managed

to change the fuse in

the Cyclamen scanners.

I'm sure the technicians at GCHQ

will be cheered by your support.

Eleven hospitals have admitted patients

for drinking antiseptic

and disinfectant.

Supermarket in Bradford.

The man shouting that all fruit

and vegetables are "nuclear poison"

and that he can make them safe.

Store was evacuated.

The liquid the man is spraying turns

out to be an iodine-based detergent.

We're also seeing

aggressive mobs at ports.

Ports? Only Dover was shut.

Well, that's just it.

They're not at Dover.

It's the other ports, the open ports,

where we're seeing the mobs.

They're convinced that t*rrorists

are bringing in nuclear God-knows-what.

Apologies for the interruption,

but you need to see this.

The final vehicle, the one we

couldn't find, it was deliberate.

Fake plates, fake papers.

They've found it.

Where is it, Fraser?

Beneath Waterloo.

It, um, it doesn't look good.

(SIRENS WAILING)

We've no idea how it got there.

It's in a sealed-off maintenance

area with no public access.

A military CBRN team are

going in to investigate.

(BREATHING APPARATUS HISSING)

(SLIGHTLY MUFFLED)

We have a visual on suspect vehicle.

How did this truck just appear?

Didn't CCTV pick it up?

Whoever left the vehicle took it out.

Specialist, approach with caution.

(GEIGER COUNTER BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Alpha-wave radiation detected.

(GEIGER COUNTER BEEPING RAPIDLY)

This is high.

It's extremely high.

Radioactivity levels are off the scale.

We need to seal off Central London.

There's no way we can do this quietly.

Do it then.

Initiating breach

for video probe access.

(DRILL WHIRRING)

Cyclamen.

This is what it was all for, isn't it?

To get that truck into the country.

That is now our working hypothesis.

(DRILLING STOPS)

Inspection camera uplink ready.

Please activate the feed.

Zero visibility. Switch to infra-red.

We're getting a visual.

What is it?

Adjust infra-red strength.

What's he seeing?

Standby.

The truck contains what appears to be

a human body.

(TRUCK DOOR OPENS)

The body is the irradiating mass.

Can't we just admit that

this is a clear message

that our security apparatus

is completely inadequate?

Get it out of there.

Make it safe.

I wanna know who it is.

And how it got there.

And I want to know if

if this country needs

to be ready for w*r.