Primeval

Anybody there?

You're losing your mind, dear!

I assume you've been fully briefed? Yes, sir.

Your job's to tighten up security in every area of the ARC.

As you may know, we've had a number of unfortunate lapses recently.

I'm aware of that.

You're also aware of the work we do here?

You detect anomalies and fight dinosaurs.

When necessary.

Correct. You don't sound surprised.

I have extensive experience in dinosaur handling, sir.

I assumed that was why I was picked for the job!

I take it that's some sort of joke? Yes, sir.

A lot of people are sceptical when they join us, Becker.

They don't stay that way for long.

And, in future, I'll do the jokes.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

You'll be with a highly strung and temperamental team

of rank amateurs who just happen to be brilliant at what they do.

Your job's to stop them getting themselves killed.

No matter what they say, what excuses they use,

you and your men will stick to them like glue.

We can't afford another Stephen Heart. Clear?

Crystal clear, sir.

Good luck.

Oh, by the way. Professor Cutter won't like you

and he'll go out of his way to make your job impossible.

Try not to take it personally.

And that's the story of Rameses the second.

Now, this...this is Anubis.

The Egyptian god of embalming.

Now, when you died...

they'd pull your brains out from inside your nose,

using one of these.

Then, Anubis would rip out... your bleeding heart.

Now, if you hadn't been very good...

..the demon goddess Ammut...

would eat it.

And then you're doomed to spend eternity...

..in the underworld.

Erm...well, the museum's closed now.

But I hope you all had a great day.

Thank you.

Marion... Whatever you want, the answer's no.

That jacket is gorgeous. Is it new?

See this? All these items have got to be ticked off overnight.

We've got three exhibitions to move, redress two others.

The Sun Cage is already prepped for transportation.

Well, that's...

really good, cos the museum director told me I had until opening time

tomorrow to finish my work.

Come on, Marion. I've got one final section left to study.

Right there.

With respect, Sarah, the greatest Egyptologists of the 20th century

decoded those hieroglyphics decades ago.

And they were much more qualified than you.

And some of those translations have never made sense.

All I'm asking is to let me check it out for myself.

Sorry. This exhibition is closed. I'm moving on.

'Stephen!'

'Stephen, open the door!'

'Stephen? No, open the door!'

'Open it!'

Cutter?

Don't you ever go home? You can't take this personally, you know.

No-one blames you. For what?

For what happened to Stephen.

It wasn't your fault.

Yeah, I know. It was Helen's.

Then, why are you blaming yourself?

Because I should have stopped her. That's my job.

But you can't change the past.

Yeah.

You don't know the half of it, Claudia Brown!

OK. I'm out of here.

Do you want to get something to eat?

I'm starving.

What on earth...?

Perfect timing!

Yeah. We've got another one.

Where? Meet me in the British Museum.

OK.

Connor! We've got a new one.

Mm.

We need to move. I need some help, Rex.

Rex.

Breakfast.

Oh... Oh!

Eurgh!

Rex.

Morning, mate.

Connor Temple, Abby Maitland...

This is Captain Becker. He's here to protect us, so do as he says.

Unless I think he's wrong.

This way.

You know, when I was a kid,

I used to think that all the exhibits came to life at night.

When I was about eight, I decided to stay behind one night, find out.

What happened?

Nothing...really.

Apart from I got locked in the toilet for three hours.

It's not funny.

When they found me, I was hysterical.

I've had a problem with... museums ever since.

Shouldn't you have a problem with toilets?

Got over that.

It's an animal kill.

It could be anywhere in the museum by now.

I really don't like this place.

Which way now?

Go, go, go!

Stay where you are!

Stay where you are!

It's all right.

Who are you?

Doc...Doctor Page.

Who are you?

I'm Nick Cutter.

OK. Um...

I'm...I'm guessing...

you're some kind of...of thief.

No. Actually, I'm a professor.

I've never seen a professor with a gun before.

Yeah. It's a pretty specialised field.

Marion!

Professor?

Dr Page?

Move it!

Dr Page!

Who's there?

Who's there?!

Aargh!

Aargh!

Aargh!

You OK?

I'm guessing not.

What did you see?

Ammut.

I saw...I saw the goddess Ammut.

Look. I know what I saw. OK? And...and it looked...

It looked like that. Look. I believe you saw something.

I've seen things that confused me, too. I just don't think it was Ammut.

I've found tracks. Biped and quadruped.

It's heading south. I've got to get back to the ARC.

The ark? Not that one.

I'm gonna brief Lester. Becker, can you secure the area?

Connor? Stay and work out what period the anomaly's linked to.

And find out what Dr Page knows about the Sun Cage.

Abby? You're with me.

I bet I can read your mind.

You wanna know who we are, what the ARC is,

and what the big flickering thing is behind me.

Actually um...

I was wondering why...

an Egyptian demon was trying to eat me.

'Sir? It's Whitehall.

I have Christine Johnson on line one.'

Christine. What an unexpected pleasure.

James. How lovely to hear your voice.

I thought you were running the MI6 station in Jamaica.

I'm back in London. I missed the rain.

Let's have lunch.

It's a charming offer, Christine.

Unfortunately, I am rather busy just at the moment.

I have some news for you.

The minister has put me in charge of military liaison with the ARC.

He didn't say anything to me about it.

Oh, didn't he? I'm sure there's an e-mail on its way.

We need to meet for a briefing.

'How does this morning sound?'

'Like irritatingly bad timing.'

I'd forgotten how funny you are, James.

I'll see you in an hour. 'Well, actually

We've got a problem.

So have I. It's called Christine Johnson.

A velociraptor, but better dressed.

James, a creature has escaped through the anomaly.

What is it? We don't know.

Can't you look its picture up in your Big Book Of Dinosaurs (?) Where?

We don't know.

Morning rush hour.

And a creature loose on the streets of London.

Oh, wonderful! Cutter's tracking it now.

We have the anomaly site secured.

But there's...something else. Yeah?

There was an eyewitness. Erm, a young woman at the museum.

Well, you know. Have her shot and dispose of her body discreetly.

Just kidding.

So, Dr Page. What do these hieroglyphs refer to?

That's what I've been...working on.

But there are so many unanswered questions.

Key fragments that are missing.

And I've been trying to figure it all out.

If Marion had let me finish...

Ammut would have got me and not her.

I'm sorry. She was your friend?

Oh, no. Not at all.

But, you know. Given a choice, I wouldn't want her dead.

Cutter!

What is it?