Everywhen

Now, Ian!

You ready?

- You've lost it. - I had it only a few seconds ago!

Yeah... Great!

I found it.

If anything happens... Eight o'clock?

- Break a leg? - I think we will.

Are we going to say all this? Fuck, the world's falling apart.

Jesus Christ, are we on?

Throughout the night several thousand people have gone missing...

including some of the national police.

They are hiring in new people using Wilco's technology chips.

That's making them as smart as any national officer.

I apologise for the delay of this broadcast. The network is busy.

It is being used by people in much bigger need than ours.

All I can say right now is... stay tuned, stay safe.

Dylan!

Hey, pal. I've noticed you've been acting a bit strange lately...

so is something wrong?

Mum and dad are just travelling. You know that, right?

All right. I know it's not your birthday party for another nine hours.

But I've got you something.

It's the quarterback chip. Just place it in the thing on your wrist.

And then you know all there is to know about being a quarterback. Cool?

Go and get dressed. We'll be late.

Thank you very much.

Please!

Please!

Thank you.

- Are they not open yet? - There doesn't seem to be anyone here.

- 7:10. - It's strange, isn't it?

Yes. Come on, Dylan.

I have to get back to work. Go to bed, and I'll be there when you wake up.

I love you.

Hey Ian! What are you doing here, Shorty?

Long time, no see! Where are you working these days?

I just applied for a job with some pretty high ranking people.

Oh, shit. Hey, Ian. I forgot my wallet.

Are you sure? Thank you, Ian. You're the man, Ian! He's the man!

What's this?

Watch it!

Dylan!

IN LOVING MEMORY OF DYLAN 2040-2046

OK. Fill me in.

Jane, we have 30,000 people missing.

- 30,000? - The number is rising as we speak.

- Since when? - 2 a.m. this morning.

At every work hour, in every country, there is a spike on the graph.

Of course, the graph is changing drastically, as we speak.

We are receiving tons of calls, but if you look closely...

- This means? - We will get three times as many calls.

The average work hour is 8 a.m.?

That's correct.

- What time is it? - 7:20.

Ian Finch, 18 years old, no siblings, just moved.

Your family adopted a young boy a year and a half ago.

Nothing unusual.

Today you were reported missing after not showing up at Wilco's.

A bit too hasty, maybe, but some people are a bit too protective.

Where exactly were you?

Excuse me, Mr Finch.

You know...

These handcuffs are really comfortable. Are they your wife's?

Listen, Ian! You're in a pretty bad situation.

It pleases me to say that so are you.

You know, I hate politics. I really do.

A politician once said... A wise one, actually.

He said that the airways should belong to the people.

If a TV signal comes to my property...

I should feel free to do any damn thing I want with it.

And right now you remind me of a TV signal.

- This is my house. - Really?

I'm pretty sure I've spent the past year here.

What?

I live here. Is that so hard to get?

Well, yeah...

I don't want to waste any more time. I think you should leave now.

Excuse me.

I said you should aim more to the right.

I tend to always lean to that side, you see...

That's more like it.

- Where's Dylan? - My brother? You're getting better.

Dylan? My brother Dylan?

Speak up! I can't hear you!

Tiny kid, keeps to himself.

- He's my brother. - He's your brother?

You and your brother Dylan live in this house?

You don't find that a bit strange?

So it is just a lot of coincidental similarities...

that may not be so coincidental after all.

What have you done to him?!

To Dylan? I haven't done anything. I was going to ask you the same.

I'm his big brother. You seem to know a lot about him.

You really don't get it! Do you have to have it the hard way?

- Do we just have to wait 15 minutes? - Yes.

Hopefully all hell breaks loose, and we get an idea of what's going on.

- I have something to show you, Riddley. - Riddley?

I thought I was handling the case.

Riddley seems more...

I'm taking this case, Michael.

Listen up, everyone!

Meet the new head chief of this investigation, Jane Scott.

This is all new to us. It is strange and frightening.

I ask you all to give your best.

Even though some of our staff has been reported missing.

I leave the rest to Miss Scott.

They are so young and so few.

Best on the planet.

Right, let's get to work, people!

What are we're dealing with? What happens at 8? Why are people missing?

Are they dead? Thousands of people don't just disappear!

I want to know where they are.

Were you aware that three billion people were missing?

- No. - Then how do you explain...

- I don't. - Excuse me?

Do I have your attention?

Do you see that guy over there?

Is that muscles, or is he just fat?

He's dead. A year and a half ago.

- I thought so until you showed up. - Why didn't you kill me?

- Do you want me to? - How come he never mentioned you?

What is this?

When I look at myself in the mirror, I find only sadness, emptiness...

As if I don't exist.

What's going on? I don't understand anything!

I've been trying to tell you. I could show you, but you won't like it.

You just tried to kill me, and now you're offering your help?

Let's just say that your business is just as much my business.

I want to find him too.

- Let him go, Finch! - Are you in love with him?

You're acting like a child. There is no way out of here!

Drop him!

You're a lucky man.

Are they in a different country? Is Soviet up and running again?

Millions of people don't just disappear!

They're not in any country. Population and heat signals have decreased.

Flights have been cancelled. Shops and schools stay closed.

It seems like people are just... gone.

That's a good start. Write it down and put it on the main screen.

Jane? Who's this guy?

Did he kill his own brother?

Is this the legendary case everyone is talking about?

I hope this is important.

He killed his brother, disappeared and the case got locked down.

He's wanted everywhere. He even ranks higher than most terrorists.

And they've done some pretty bad stuff.

Jane... Didn't you spend half a year on this guy?

Did you ever find his brother?

He killed a family member, he didn't slaughter a whole town.

What's with all the fuzz?

The brother was not found. Only blood and what seemed to be...

body parts.

We did spend half a year on the case, but he disappeared into thin air.

Like a light witch had been turned off. The system lost him.

We lost him. That's why.

The first time we lose since 2014, we lose to a teenager.

What did we do wrong? Is this all part of his plan?

If he's still alive.

- You think he's still alive? - What's this got to do with anything?

Jane...

- Show me. What have you got? - Take a look here.

Since we introduced teleportation, we have more missing people.

- Explain. - What if something happened that night?

Four billion people use a teleporter every day.

That's impossible. We tested it for ages before we made it public.

Did you use a teleporter yesterday?

I walked. I never liked the concept of being torn apart and put together.

Did anyone here use a teleporter yesterday?

We need to pay someone a visit. Lexington street. You come with me.

- Where are we going? - Lexington...

- Why did you do that? - Do what?

- You just shot her. - Come on! You think they're real?

- She seems pretty real to me. - Actually real?

One hand washes the other. Somebody has to clean up.

- We're going to Lexington street. - What will we find there?

- Do you know how to handle a gun? - Why do I need a gun?

- Do you know how to handle a gun? - My dad used to take me hunting.

Anybody can pull a trigger, that's not why I'm asking.

Use it. Now.

Take this.

GIVE US BACK OUR IDENTITY

- What was all that about? - Forget it. It happens all the time.

The "Give Us Back Our Identity" idiots. You'll get your answers.

- Thomas Wilfred? - Yes, that's me.

We have a problem. You might have the solution.

Is that right? I just made some coffee. Come in!

- Sir Wilfred... - Call me Thomas.

Right... Thomas, this is Ian Finch.

I know who you are. You don't have to tell me.

I don't know you, but you're not from around here.

The coffee doesn't quite taste the same, does it?

The newspaper doesn't feel the same. But you can't put your finger on it.

Where is that bloody mirror?!

Oh, well. I'll show you.

To you this may sound familiar, but we have a guest. Take a look.

Do you ever work out?

What do you want?

We'd like to ask you some questions about your latest invention.

Police, open up!

Aren't you going to invite us in?