Alex Rider

- Alex, what were you thinking? - Tom's phone got confiscated.

- All I was doing was getting it back. - By breaking into school.

- He wants me to be just like him. - What's wrong with that?

It was a head-on collision.

Your uncle was over the speed limit.

No hospital in London has any record of him being brought in.

I dunno, maybe they spelled his name wrong.

Maybe it didn't happen.

- Ian. - Yassen.

I'm sorry, Ian.

Who are you?

A specialized subdivision of the British Secret Intelligence Service.

There's something we'd like you to do for us.

You want me to help you?

The only people that can get in to Point Blanc are troubled teenagers.

Been two very high-profile accidental deaths recently.

Michael Roscoe and Parker Roscoe's father.

Gregoriy Serenkov. Your uncle was getting close with him.

Two deaths, two teenagers, one school.

You take a look around, you report back anything you think could be relevant.

You will be Alex Friend, son of the billionaire Sir David Friend.

This is Alex. Please welcome him to Point Blanc.

- Hi. - Kyra.

- Say hello to Alex. - Hello to Alex.

- Where are the others? - Oh, there are no others.

We may have a problem.

- Sorry. - Tom Harris, right?

- Can I help you? - Another time.

They have these, like, copies of us. It's like looking in the mirror.

They're supposed to be us.

Alex has been compromised.

Alex Rider, I presume.

All hostages and clones are accounted for.

- Can you even snowboard? - I can snowboard.

We've got movement. They've got snowmobiles out across the mountain.

How soon can you be in the air?

You can't authorize a military operation.

If I'm wrong, then Blunt can fire me.

- You're not an agent. - Then why am I here?

If I'm not an agent, you're not my boss. I'm going.

Tom?

How about we let him walk away and live a normal life.

It was supposed to be over.

That's what they said.

The weird stuff.

I dealt with it.

I did what I was supposed to do.

So now everything could just...

go back to normal.

It was supposed to be over.

And is it?

You mentioned before about the nightmares you've been having.

It's more than that.

Now it's happening in the day as well.

And what about the breathing exercises that we practiced, are those helping?

Yeah, I suppose. Sometimes.

Let's go back to the beginning.

When was the first time you saw this man with the scar?

I first saw him at the school I told you about.

And now he's on the tube.

He's in the supermarket.

He was... He was outside my house.

Like he-- He's following me.

But not really.

No. Not really.

But this man with the scar, did he hurt you?

No.

Did he threaten you?

Um...

Were you afraid of him?

No. But, um...

The way he looked at me, it was like--

Like, weird.

We don't get post-traumatic stress from someone looking at us weirdly.

Do you think there might be some other reason

that this man is important to you?

All I know is...

I don't see Greif.

I don't see Stellenbosch.

I see the man with the scar.

- Hey. - Hey.

Just checking in. How was Dr. Lambert?

Yeah. It was fine.

You don't sound fine.

No, I sound insane.

Saying this stuff out loud, I can see her, she's looking at me and she's like:

"He's lost it. He's making this up."

She doesn't think that. None of us do.

Yeah, well, maybe I do.

Alex, you need to give yourself a break.

Okay? I mean it. Stop beating yourself up.

Yeah, uh, look, I'm back at school. Can we talk later?

Sure.

- Jack! Good to see you. - Mm-hm.

How are you doing?

- You're finding your feet? - Yeah. I'm really enjoying it here.

Uh, thanks again for taking me on.

We love our interns.

And everyone speaks very highly of you.

What are you working on?

Home Office rulings on indefinite right to remain cases.

And how are you finding that?

- It feels important. - Glad to hear you say that.

That's what we do here.

Anything I can do to help?

My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words

of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound.

Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

Neither, dear saint, if either thee dislike.

How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?

Right. Hold it there.

- Ah. Mercutio. Good to see you. - Sorry.

How's the tooth?

Oh, yeah, um, it-- It needs a bit of work still, sir.

You realize in Shakespeare's time,

they'd have just yanked it out with a pair of pliers.

No anesthetic or anything.

Yeah, I think I'll stick to my dentist if that's all right, sir.

Take a seat and we'll get on with the scene.

That was very good, Steph.

Look, it's clear you both understand the language...

You okay?

...let's not forget there's a gang war bubbling beneath the surface here...

Honestly, not sure anymore.

The more I talk to her, the more I think maybe I'm properly broken.

You're not broken.

Dented a bit, maybe.

- Oh, come here, you. - Don't you dare hug me.

- Quiet back there! - Sorry. Sorry, sir.

If they do see thee, they will murder thee...

Alack...

It's a shame you were late to rehearsals, mate.

Steph's brilliant.

- Yeah? - She's great.

Why didn't you try out for Romeo, again?

Not my bag. Too many lines.

Yeah, but now Sam gets to snog her in front of the whole school.

- "Give me my sin again." - You're so mature, mate.

- Whoa, what's this? - New toy.

I can do tracking shots now. Well, biking shots.

Listen, uh, I was thinking coursework at yours later

'cause, truth be told, I wasn't really paying attention in history.

You were supposed to be taking notes for me.

That's a fair point. All right, later.

Is everything all right, Alex?

Yeah.

Oh, hey!

- Oh, my God! - Hey, you...?

- You all right, son? - Yeah. Yeah.

- You sure? - Yeah, sorry. It's...

Sorry, it--

- Um, I have to-- I have to go. - It's all right, yeah.

Yeah, sorry about that.

- So it happened again. - It didn't just happen again.

This time I nearly hurt someone.

I mean, I was going to. I was sure it was him.

There's something wrong with me.

Mate, there's nothing wrong with you. You know, you're just...

- You're just tired. - Yeah.

You need a vacation. We all do.

And what is it next week?

Half-term.

- Tom, do you have anything planned? - Actually, my diary is...

pretty much empty.

You mean you're not spending the whole week

gazing lovingly into Steph's eyes?

Please try and grow up.

We're actually very independent people.

Anyway, she's visiting an aunt, apparently.

So here's what I was thinking.

Beaches. Big waves. Sunshine. Surfing.

- South of France? - No, no, no, Miami.

You up for it?

- Yeah, go on then. - Sure.

Good. 'Cause I already made the booking.

Cornwall?

- Cornwall? - What's wrong with Cornwall?

Well, for a start, it's in England.

- It has everything. - Yeah, including rain.

Wear layers.

They have scones and clotted cream,

which I hear are very famous.

Yeah, you know what, I-I'm gonna have to ask my parents.

I already did.

Alex?

Yeah. Okay. Actually sounds all right.

I'll get the tents down from the attic.

Tents?

Whoo!

What's all this? I thought you were gonna start.

- Like, you know, the tent? - Yeah. Just a sec. Just a sec.

I've got this.

I've got this, I've got this--

Damn it!

- You haven't got this? - No, it's this guy.

This K7 guy just totally slaughtered me.

- Who's K7? - He's top of the leaderboard.

And a dick, I'm willing to bet.

So, what's next?

Let me just bash this in.