02x01 - Episode 1

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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's that?

Me. Yeah. Who's that?

A frog. What's 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?

You know I don't speak English.

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?

Look, you know I don't speak English,
why are you asking?

f*ck's sake...

Do you recognise it, Philip?

Well, you should.

You f*cking 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 t*rture 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 supplies to power stations...

It has really been quite remarkable,

what has been achieved in these last
few weeks of the three-day week,

er... 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 f*cking k*ll you!

I really f*cking k*ll 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 sporalating 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 f*cking 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 c**ts.

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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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, OK, 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.
They're all too f*cking 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 f*cking god.

Janus, it's called Janus,

and, um... it's a protein
and it's incredible.

Er... 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 f*cking Reich.
It's the opposite of that.

I'm not talking about m*rder.

I'm talking about allowing some
to continue. A world without race.

It's a world without
racial f*cking 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.

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. Really?
He hasn't been to f*cking Plovdiv.

What are you talk... I love Plovdiv.
Plovdiv's my favourite place.

He is a f*cking liar, Brosca.

OK, you tell me what is the name
of the main square in Plovdiv.

OK. The main square in Plovdiv,
right?

It's got lots of little...

So, the main square in Plovdiv
is called...

Plovdiv Main Square.

They're a straight-speaking people.

Shall we do the merengue?
Hand on my shoulder.

That's it. Watch my hips.

Shall I spin you around?

She's lovely, Brosca.

Merengue!

Are you OK?

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 whisky.

You're driving me nuts. I'll be quick,
I promise. You won't even notice.

Hey!

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? Oh.

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 f*cked, 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?

Hm.

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.

Oh...

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.

Ugh. Oh.

Hey. Come here. Hey.
Oh, Jesus.

Let me get that for you.

Did you get the medication?

I did, I did.
Philip popped round.

OK. 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 f*cking time b*mb.

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.

OK.

OK, 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 b*mb
on board the plane

and we have to k*ll all of them.

What are you talking about? k*lling?

k*lling who?

Who you going to k*ll? What you
talking about planes and k*lling 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.

OK.

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 t*rture 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...

..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 grave-diggers' 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 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.

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 k*lled poor Richard yet?

Not officially, but we believe
it was dissident republicans.

Do we?

Are you talking about "we" as in MI5?

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
the British security services

assassinated Mr... Oh!

Are we playing that game?

If we did... k*ll Sykes...

..what makes you think
we won't just k*ll 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.

Er... should the time come,
I am 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, er... this is just a matter
of being attentive.

Moo!

Mmm!

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 f*cking government! No, no.

I'm a Labour voter. I'm
a card-carrying member, you f*ck!

I've been on picket lines
up and down this country,

and I know an MI5 stitch-up
when I see one. Martin!

Please don't do that. Martin!

f*cking establishment crypto-fascist
b*stards. You're all the same.

Terrified of the proletariat.

Martin, call the police.
That's not a good idea.

Tell them it's a matter of
national security. Martin, no.

They're 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.

t*rture is communication.

So, what I will do is, I will inflict
a t*rture upon your person.

Then I'll go and inflict
the same t*rture 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 t*rture,

I like to start with something
brutal and traditional.

I'm simply going to pull out
the fingernails on your right hand.

Aaah!

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?

Move, move, move!

Evacuate all areas...

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.

..Please go to your
designated assembly rooms...

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 b*mb went off
shortly before three o'clock.

'The b*mb, 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 k*lled in a b*mb
outside the House of Commons.

Just now, seven minutes ago. Who?
We don't know yet.

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 k*lled.

An IRA b*mb, they're saying. Hm.

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 the 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.

OK, Jessica Hyde,

let's teach you how to use a g*n.