Utopia

What are you doing?

Oh, hello.

Routine maintenance.

It'll just take a mo.

Hang on.

We do our own maintenance.

What are you doing at Ian's computer?

That normally works.

You're smart.

DCI Taylor.

We need access to this terminal

under the Terrorism Prevention Act 2011.

This is a warrant...

and this is a document pertaining to the Official Secrets Act,

- which I'm... I'm gonna need you to sign. - What?!

Terrorism Prevention?

And if I call the police...?

Yeah... Of course.

Here...

use my phone.

The number's 999.

No.

Actually... I'll use our phones.

If you think that's best.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do!

I'll find it somewhere.

Yeah, it's me.

Um...

things have gone a bit awry.

Yeah. Just one.

I dealt with it.

- (HE WHEEZES) - Well, we could say suicide, but...

it'll be a bit of a stretch.

Hold on.

Yeah, suicide's not gonna work.

Becky! It's a long way down, Becky. I don't think you should jump.

My mum, my mates, everyone I know

all think I fucking killed myself cos of you and that bitch Milner!

What have I done to you, Jessica?

- Mi-e foame. Nu ai de mancare? - Anton, let's get you out.

- Support V Day. - That's political suicide.

If you say no-one gets the vaccine until we all do... so be it.

There's someone they want got rid of. They want you to do it.

I want to help you, and I believe this is right,

it's just, uh, I don't think I can.

Do you think I wanted to be Mr. Rabbit?

I've come to find you.

Why?

We need to run. All of us. Right now.

I made breakfast.

It's brown rice with pulses and nuts.

It's healthy.

Well, I'm not eating your food.

It's good you think like that.

No, mate. I'm not eating that, cos it's fucking pigeon food.

So, you said they wanted him?

So we can all just go, then?

What?! Becky!

They'll have found your DNA at the factory.

So what do we do, then?

He knows something. If we want to live,

we need to find out what he knows.

And why are you helping us?

I'm turning over a new leaf.

Imi pare atat de rau. Ce ti-am facut tie... mamei tale...

Just fuck off, you dirty old nodger!

He likes you. It's good.

Yeah? And you're a psycho, mate.

Are you sure it's not Anton they wanted dead?

He knows all about Deel's. Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

- Francais? - They knew nothing about him.

They would've taken the decision to neutralise you within days.

Please don't say "neutralise".

- What have you done in that time? - What have you done in the last few days?

- What have you been up to? - Look, I'm not an idiot.

I've kept my head down. I haven't done anything that...

Well, I did see someone. But he was drunk.

All right, his name is Gorski. Dobry Gorski. My old professor.

I went to see him on Tuesday to ask about Tony,

but he was totally drunk.

- Was he ever with the Network? - Yeah, but he was out years ago.

He's dead.

Dobry Gorski. I just googled him.

Hit-and-run this morning.

What did he say to you?

Nothing that made any sense.

What did he say?

He just said...

"Jimmy Deeshel...

"is a fat man."

What?!

"Jimmy Deeshel is a fat man."

That's it.

Who the fuck is Jimmy Deeshel?

No-one.

There's no Jimmy Deeshel. It's not even a name.

I googled it!

You googled it?

And someone tried to kill you?

I would suggest no-one googles anything from now on.

I know someone who can help us.

Let's clean up and go.

This is insane. It's fucking nuts.

Becky?

Look, what the fuck do you want?

Right, that's everything back in place as best it can be.

- We're ready to go. - I missed you.

I fucking missed you.

I used to check CCTV feeds,

missing persons...

I'd walk out of the office in the middle of a meeting

just in case you happened to be passing. Every second, I missed you.

And what do you say when you see me?

"What the fuck do you want?"

Right, well, when you put it like that...

Where is Jessica Hyde?

We don't know.

She had the manuscript, she took it to Milner.

- That's the last we saw of her. - Who's Milner?

MI5. She was on our side.

There are no sides, just people who help you and people who don't.

Yeah?

And which one are you? Why the fuck are we trusting you?

Ian, I don't...

We don't know who he is!

He killed four men yesterday.

How do we know they weren't there to rescue us from him?

All this is over, the Network is finished,

and now you come along and you say that they're after us?

But how do we know that? How do we really fucking know that?

Er... I think I can answer that.

'Police have identified the suspect as Ian Johnson.

'The victim, Joe Ducasor, an office manager from Peckham,

'was brutally murdered

'in what police are describing as "a frenzied attack".

'CCTV footage shows Johnson slashing the victim's throat

'before fleeing the scene.'

Are you OK?

Joe was a cock.

He was a real cock.

- So... - We've got a car.

It's nice.

- You can sit with me, Becky. - Yeah.

Or I could just fucking not.

Ooh!

I can't explain that.

All right.

All right, I can explain it.

I slept with him.

Once.

I'd just found out I had Deel's,

he knew all about it, I was at a very low ebb.

It will never happen again

and just thinking about it makes me want a vagina transplant.

So I'm just fucking telling you, all right?

Hmm?

'It means us waiting a few months for the vaccine,

'so that they don't have to wait decades.

'Isn't that worth it? Support V Day.

'Say, "No, not this time."'

I asked to see her.

Why can't I see her?

Because you're seeing me, dear.

V Day is political suicide.

I'm on my way to be...

I can be PM.

Now, imagine how useful I could be if...

We don't need you to be PM, Geoff.

We need you to announce that you're backing V Day.

We need it tonight.

Just do what you're told.

Please.

What is going on? Where in God's name is she? Why isn't she here?

She's...

busy.

She's not moved.

It's been eight hours

and she's not moved a muscle.

We have fabricated a worldwide flu scare.

We are about to manufacture enough vaccine to inoculate the planet.

But because you have kept us waiting

we now have just under three months in which to do that.

It's just about... just about possible.

I wanted her to talk.

- I thought she... - Geoff announces V Day at 9pm.

It's a starting pistol. It's a big red button with "go" on it.

If Philip made an adjustment to Janus, we must know today.

Let us operate.

Let us go inside her brain.

Tomorrow will be too late.

She's all I have left of him.