Utopia

Please remain in the terminal.

Do not step onto the concourse...

Bless you.

Sorry. He's got a touch of flu.

Yeah, it's going round.

Here we are, here you go. Just have a little lie-down.

That's it, yeah?

Are you going somewhere nice?

Just getting away for a bit.

Somewhere no-one can find me.

God, that sounds great. Ha.

We're off on holiday,

- to the south of France. - Oh, nice.

It's a long way by coach.

I know.

It's just, you know...

the environment.

Yes, we should all think of that.

I don't want to sound like a twat, but I just...

You know, I do think that we've all got a responsibility. I just do.

No, you're right, we do. We all do.

Why did you have him, then?

Sorry?

Nothing uses carbon like a first-world human.

Yet you created one.

- Er... - Why? Why would you do that?

He will produce 515 tonnes of carbon in his lifetime.

That's 40 trucks' worth.

Having him was the equivalent of nearly 6,500 flights to Paris.

You could have flown 90 times a year, there and back,

nearly every week of your life,

and still not had the same impact on the planet as his birth had.

- Yeah, but I don't think... - Not to mention

the pesticides, detergents,

the huge quantity of plastics,

the nuclear fuels used to keep him warm.

His birth was a selfish act.

It was brutal.

You have condemned others to suffering.

In fact, if you really cared...

what you'd do is cut his throat open right now.

- Excuse me? - Or I could do it for you.

I could take out my knife,

make an incision in his neck, walk away.

I'd get my coach over there

and you would have done more than your bit for the future of humanity.

I could do it now.

But look at me chatting. I think they're about to leave.

I hope he gets over that flu.

But maybe he just shouldn't.

They are sleeperagents. Trained. Brainwashed.

If I am chosen, I will receive a call.

I will go to a car park in Denham. A car will be waiting.

Inside is an extremely deadly variant of Russian influenza.

Tell Geoff to announceV-Day. Everything's going to be fine.

They know. So, we have to pay.

20 million in cash is large.

A year's worth of Thoraxin, Becky.

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

Eat my fucking chip!

You turned me into a ghost. What if I did the same to you?

Run, Jessica! Please!

Janus stops the vaccine from working.

- No, that's not... - Listen to me.

The flu vaccine we have is practically useless.

- Commence. - Call him back now! Stop him!

You can't shoot me. I'm the only one who knows who he is.

No, no, no, no, no!

Milner!

- They've said he won't make it. - What?

- Really? - Mm.

- Jessica? How's she? - Not good. She hasn't said a word.

She meets her dad for the first time, and he tries to kill her brother.

God. Families, eh?

What are we going to do about Grant?

Oh, Dugdale said he'd have him.

Give him a stable environment or something.

You know this is all your fault?

Well, you can get your mates to start putting it right now, can't you?

Yeah.

We should talk about that.

The mother of Ian Johnson

is expected to make an appeal today for her son to give himself up.

Ian Johnson is wanted for the murder of Joe Ducasor

and for the murder of Roy Johnson, his own brother.

Theresa Johnson will be speaking later at a press conference

in an attempt to persuade her son to hand himself in.

Right, so, I just spoke to Leah,

and it turns out things are bad.

The person Milner called is trained to release Russian flu

from five secret locations all around the world.

Now, we have no idea who he is,

but the plan is that he does it just before V-Day,

which should give us 90 days to find him.

But Leah says that if he feels his mission is in any danger...

there's a secondary protocol.

Tell him the secondary protocol.

The secondary protocol is release immediately.

He'll start to get the locations of the flu canisters,

and when he has them all...

Well, that's it.

Now, he'll be watching.

The Network, media, everything.

If the slightest hint gets out that we know, millions will die.

Which means we can't use The Network to find him.

- Then how do we find him? - Well...

We have to do it. Us.

Look, there's three of these men.

The one that gets chosen goes straight into hiding.

Now, I met one of the three; Paul. He works in a shopping centre.

We go there,

and if he's not around, well, then we know

he's the one we're looking for.

Ian...

We've had our differences,

and there's things that I am...

sorry for.

But we're on the same side now.

Just to be clear, Wilson.

We're not on the same side, OK?

Oh, and don't start calling them "the three", OK?

It's not Lord of the fucking Rings

and you're not a hobbit or a fucking space goblin, right?

OK, I can see two ways.

So you've got four people...

who need six eggs.

You can work out how many eggs for one person.

- Yeah, that would be four into six... - What are you doing that for?

I want to keep up my schoolwork.

Why don't you join us, Grant?

No, no, no. You put that back.

Put it back, Grant.

- Grant! You put that back! - Nah.

I don't think I will.

So was it fun being with them?

Did you get a kick out of it, Wilson?

Are you angry with me?

Because you betrayed us and joined the people that killed my brother?

I lost my dad, Ian.

You do remember that?

Shit.

- That's Paul. He's still here. - Fuck.

So... it's not him, then. So we've got no idea who we're looking for.

What are you doing with that?

Is that a silencer? Jesus, Wilson!

- He's trained to release a virus. - But we can't just kill him!

It's OK. Leah can cover this.

That's not what he's talking about. You wanna just execute him?

You do understand what he's trained to do? I mean, you do get that?

- He's not the one! - And what if there's another plan?

How do we know that he's not some kind of backup?

And how long do we have before somebody realises

- that Milner is dead?! - Wilson!

Wilson, this isn't you.

It just isn't.

Look.

We go to his house, right? We... we break in.

We find stuff out.

But we're not killers.

- Nothing. - Piss on his bed.

What?

It needs to look like a burglary. Piss on his bed.

I'm not pissing on his bed.

Oh, my God. You have changed.

Eurgh. Oh.

- Here. - Let me see.

With the new OS, there are glitches, so if he hasn't...

Yes! In through the camera roll.

And that is why you should always update immediately.

I take it back. You haven't changed.

There's just one number.

Dobri Gorski.

Gorski? That's Donaldson's professor.

He's the bloke that told Donaldson about Jimmy Deesh.

Yeah, but he's dead. He... he died last week.

Well, that's odd, because he called this phone yesterday.

It must be available somewhere.

I've tried. No-one even knows about it. It's top secret.

I even thought to reconstruct it myself,

but, er... molecular chemistry's a tricky fucker.

I've got about...

oh, four days' worth left.

I've made a decision, Ian.

I know I can't ask, but...

I'd like you to be there.

No.

- No, no. There must be another way. - There isn't.

There isn't, Ian.

And it's my choice.

Not yours.

Oh, yeah. Ha. I'd forgotten about all that.

Turns out Dobri Gorski isn't dead.

He's in custody for murder.

What about the hit and run?

That's who he murdered.

The police station. It has to be you and me, Becky. Ian can't be seen.

I'll call Leah. She'll get us access.

Jesus Christ! What the fuck...

Terrence? I wasn't expecting you. Er... not yet, I mean.

Sh.