Temple

- Where's the money? - Money?

- What is this? - Looks like about two million.

- If we're caught with it, we're screwed. - We're screwed in any case.

- It seems your wife's condition has... - I'm sorry. What condition?

- Her Lancaster's. - I thought I'd get there first.

- Get where? - Come up with a cure.

All that time, she had that knowledge while we were indulging ourselves.

Is that what we were doing?

- What the fuck are we gonna do? - Let me think!

- Hi. - Can you meet me at Temple tube station?

- Who the bloody hell are you? - She's no one, George.

- I need a transfusion. - I'm not giving any blood!

- Please. - No! I'll call the police

if you don't... What's that? Chloroform?

- Yeah. - I'm so sorry.

We're both benefiting from what we have.

You have a whole lot more to lose than me if we were to end it. Am I wrong?

- Still... - No, forget about still. Am I wrong?

No.

Dr Sutton Bregle?

- George. - Doctor.

- All set? - Supposedly.

Again, apologies for last night.

Yeah, it's not a common occurrence here.

I should hope not, the bloody prices you're charging.

Well, you pay for your anonymity, mate.

- Don't patronise me. - I'm not.

- Anyway, you have your pills. - I do.

Any problems at all, you know how to contact Mr Glover-Brown.

- Yes, dear. - OK, then.

- All right, mate. - Oh, fucking hell.

You know the procedure.

Fucks...

Lee?

- Lee? - Hang on a sec.

Lee!

- Lee. - Yeah.

- Where's Anna? - Who?

Anna, the woman we took the blood from. I've looked everywhere.

What do you mean, where is she?

- Hi, this is Anna. - Oh, shit.

- How close are you anyway? - Close.

- How close? - What do you mean?

How likely would she be to forgive you for this?

Cos, like, she knows her way in and out.

- I need to borrow your van. - She's seen what we do here.

So, like, if she tells on us, right, we're screwed.

- We need to come up with a system. - Should have just tied her to the bed.

Having just chloroformed her. And stolen several pints of her blood.

It's the very reason it might've been an idea.

Just give me the keys.

Anna.

Anna!

Anna, are you there?

- What about her family? - None of them are in London.

- Friends? - There is one. I'm heading there now.

Where does someone go after something like that, you know?

Besides the police.

And she's not answering her phone. And I know it's a long shot,

but since you and she are friends, I wondered

if you might have any idea at all where she might be or...

You know, how I could get it touch.

Right.

And why the urgency?

Well...

You and she aren't seeing each other again, are you?

- You know about that? - Yes, I know about that.

Right.

- Well, no, we're not. - OK.

So, what's going on between you that has you so anxious to contact her?

- Who says I'm anxious? - Well, you're here.

Yeah, I...

I'd rather not say.

- You'd rather not say? - No.

- Why not? - Well, because it's private.

- Is it? - Yes.

OK. Well, can I tell you something?

Sure.

Chloe, they're waiting for you in reception.

OK.

I don't approve of what you and Anna did.

I think it was weak of you and selfish and disrespectful to your partners.

And I think you both should be bloody ashamed of yourselves.

But Anna is my friend regardless, and as such, I have an obligation to her.

And now that her life is back to normal,

and she's back in a loving, stable relationship with a decent man

who never deserved to be cheated on in the first place,

I am not gonna do anything to help you endanger that.

So I'll just say this:

I don't know where she is. Haven't seen her in several days.

If she doesn't feel like returning your calls, respect that and leave her alone.

Condolences, by the way, regarding your wife.

It's an awful thing to have to go through.

Eleanor, this can work. This could be the cure.

Whether it can or it can't is irrelevant, Beth.

Why? What did they say exactly?

That it could take months before they could authorise

the purchase of those particulate elements.

- Because of the expense? - Exactly.

You know how this works.

And even if it did get authorised, we all know what the risks are.

It'd have to be subjected to regular safety evaluations

before we could even consider trying it on her. Beth...

- Did you argue for us at all? - Of course I did.

I told them that you didn't have months

and you're not only an employee but a friend.

I reminded them of your value to Phaxxol.

- What did they say? - What I've told you.

- What did you say? - Nothing! What do you mean?

I suppose what I mean is, Eleanor, just how hard did you actually fight for us?

How dare you.

- Fuck this! - Oh, Daniel.

- How dare you. - Where are you going?

...last year's projections.

We are in line with this quarter.

Page four has been adjusted, slightly concerned about...

You bastards.

Taking away my wife's last chance

with your protocols and your fear of fucking litigation.

Where's your loyalty?

Where's your gratitude?

You haven't an ounce of fucking moral integrity, have you?

Any one of you! Or compassion. Or basic human decency.

Fuck you all!

Calm down. Oh, no!

Hi, this is Anna. Please leave a message after the beep, and I'll call you back.

Anna, I really do need to speak to you.

I'm gonna head to Phaxxol now and see if you're there.

- Excuse me. - What?

- Could you move, please? I'm in a hurry. - That's how you ask, is it?

- I'm sorry? - Why don't you try being polite?

- I am being polite. - Try it without the attitude.

- The attitude? - Yeah.

- You're joking, right? - Good enough.

All right, would you mind moving please so that I can get out?

- Still hearing the attitude. - Oh, fucking unbelievable. I don't...

I'm sorry.

You wouldn't mind moving a little so that I can get out, would you?

- Certainly. - Thank you.

- Asshole. - Dickhead.

- Wanker! - Twat!

Hey.

Hey.

How you feeling?

Hungry.

Good? Hmm?

- So where's this space though? - Oh, don't worry about it.

- Is it something to do with the job? - My job? No.

- We're underground, right? - Yeah.

You can tell.

So, what is it then? Like a survivalist thing?

- I'm not a survivalist, mate. - Sorry.

How many times have I told you?

A survivalist trains himself to survive with nothing.

A prepper preparers so he doesn't have to.

And what about the money?

- What? - Did you get it?

- Of course. - I don't believe you.

You don't believe me?

Do you believe me now?

Yeah.

What is it?

Nothing.

I just remembered something.

What?

What happened to that policeman?

Yeah...

He's not great.

- He's not great? - No.

What do you mean?

He's in intensive care, mate.

Sorry to bother you so early. Are you Michelle Wilson?

Yeah.

I'm Detective Inspector Hall. This is Detective Inspector Moloney.

It's about Jamie, isn't it?

Some people are not only not too smart,

but they're also not too lucky either, you see.

And they bring that lack of luck down on everybody else around them.

God forbid you get involved with one. And God forbid he makes you pregnant.

And God forbid he robs a bank or money to help out...

- Mom. - I'm just trying to give the detectives

a bit of background information, love.

Jamie has a generous heart.

But, and he'll admit this himself,

he sometimes has too much of a need to impress other people who he admires.

And that can get him, I suppose, into a bit of trouble, sometimes.

He's certainly in a bit of trouble now. Am I right, detectives?

And you've received no communication from him?

- No. - And you're sure you've got

- ...no idea where he might be? - I am.

It sort of seems like you don't believe me.

Oh, we do believe you, Michelle. It's...

- What? - Well, this hasn't been reported yet.

The officer who Jamie knocked down fired shots at his car,

and before losing consciousness, he said one had hit him.

- Really? - Yes.

- Oh, my God. - If it did, Michelle,

then he may be badly hurt. And because he doesn't want to be arrested,

he may avoid and so miss out on medical attention he may badly need.

So although it is our duty to arrest Jamie,