Last Light (2022) s01e03 Episode Script

Previously on "Last Light"
Andy, you know Farooq.
(speaking Arabic)
MIKA:
But I'm gonna see to it that you
and those samples make it
to the lab in one piece.
LAURA:
Looks like there's
some sort of problem
with the petrol supplies.
It looks like everywhere.
I need to get back to Laura.
(Lucas speaking French)
Come, come.
ELENA:
Come on, take my hand, come on.
MIKA:
I just received intel.
British power grid's failing.
Elena, I need to know
that you and Sam are safe.
CAMERON: So they're not just
taking out the oil.
They're taking out
the infrastructure associated.
I'll go see if we can find
a way through, okay?
-(grunts)
-Lucas!
-(clamoring)
YARA:
Come with me.
Baby, come on. Come on.
I'm friends with your father.
(grunts)
(gunshots)
Get on.
(static buzzing)
(distorted voice):
Climate change will impact
every aspect of our lives.
Access to food and water,
the emergence
of climate refuges
For decades we've known this.
The politicians
have ruined our cities,
divided us at every chance,
waged endless wars
for no good reason.
They have no true interest
in solving the problem.
There is still too much
coal in the ground,
too much oil.
Rare earth metals
waiting to be mined
for half-solutions.
As long as there are
billions to be made,
the problem
will remain unsolved.
The only solution is to rob
the vultures of their meat.
We take their money.
The politicians warn
of a ticking clock
while the clock ticks on
and our world becomes
more diseased.
They continually push the day
of our reckoning back
again and again.
No more.
We are the reckoning.
We are the clock now
and time is up.
We are Apocalypse Watch.
-(cruiser honks)
-(indistinct radio chatter)
MIKA:
We'll be safe here.
Here, drink this. It'll help.
(radio chimes)
ANDY:
He was looking for
the oil samples.
Who the fuck is doing this?
The gunman on the road. The lab.
The only people who knew we were
in both of those places
were Khalil and Farooq.
And we know Khalil is clean.
No. No.
Out in the desert,
when we were attacked,
he supported us.
It was only once he came to
and he realized
-our attackers were dead.
-But I know him.
I've known him for years.
I'm sorry, Andy.
Right.
I got to get out of here.
How do we get back to the UK?
MIKA:
London's working on getting us
air transport.
Yeah, well,
they need to work faster.
-Yeah, it's not that simple.
-I don't know where my wife
and kids are.
Let me use that sat phone.
Network's down.
Look, Andy, right now,
I need you focused on this.
No, I'm not doing anything.
Not until I know
where my family is.
-There is a lot
at stake here, okay?
-Listen.
Whoever the fuck you work for,
you need to get on the phone
to them and make it happen.
Because I'm not gonna even
open that laptop
until you promise me that
you're gonna find my family.
-And get me a ride home.
-Okay.
Okay.
Someone help us, please!
Someone, please. He's been shot.
I need a gurney.
Don't worry.
It'll be all right.
That's it.
-That's it, that's it,
that's it.
-(groaning)
Let me have a look.
-(groaning)
-Okay.
Open Trauma 2.
-I'm so sorry, Owen.
-Not your fault.
I don't know what's going on.
What that freak was doing there.
He knew things about me,
and about my dad.
Miss, I'm sorry, please go
to the admissions desk.
They'll have forms for you.
I'll be right here.
(baby crying)
(indistinct conversations)
(greeting in Arabic)
Okay, step up, baby.
Step.
Follow me.
We are just in here.
ANDY:
Shit.
MIKA:
What, what is it?
Have you found something?
No.
What's the news on my family?
None, yet.
Hmm.
(scoffs)
Is the network up and running
on that sat phone?
I'm sorry.
Civilian use is not authorized.
Mika, it's one call.
I need to know
that they're okay.
I can't break protocol.
Pr Protocol?
(chuckles)
Are you fucking serious?
The world's about to end
and you can't break protocol?
I'm sorry.
(groans)
MIKA:
Yeah. You have five minutes.
(crying)
Mum? Are you okay?
I'm fine, Sam.
I'll be out in a minute.
(sizzling)
(conversing in French)
(radio playing news in French)
(line ringing)
(message beeps)
(phone line beeps)
Service is still down, so
You should eat.
Oh, we we really should go.
YARA:
I have some food.
ELENA:
You've been incredibly kind,
but, uh, we need to get home.
YARA:
Oh.
-Sam, don't scratch.
-But they itch.
Can we eat?
-Sam.
-Please, Mum.
I'm hungry.
-We'll eat when
-SAM: When?
When will we eat?
(sighs)
Yeah, okay. Okay.
Okay, you're hungry, I'm
I'm sorry.
Yeah, let's have some food.
Let's have some food. Good idea.
Put this down. Okay.
All right, there's a table here.
There's a chair
right in front of you.
Feel?
Okay, good.
(sighs)
Piece of shit.
(exhales)
(phone buzzing)
Hello?
(static)
-LAURA: Hello?
-ANDY: Laura?
-LAURA: Dad?
-Oh, my God.
I've been trying to reach you.
-(chuckles softly)
-ANDY: Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
(stammers) I'm okay.
Where are you?
Are you with Mum and Sam?
No. No, I'm stuck in Luzrah. I--
I haven't been able
to reach them.
I was hoping that you had.
LAURA:
No. No, I haven't at all.
So you haven't
spoken to your mom?
-LAURA: Mm-mm.
-Shit.
Okay. Listen.
I need you to do
something for me.
I need you to go to my office.
-There's a manila folder
in my safe.
-Okay.
The-- the combination is your
and Sam's birthdays.
And the building security code
-is 27
-Wait, hang on,
hang on, hang on.
Um, give me a second, Dad.
-All right, go. I'm ready.
-27, 45,
91, 31.
You got that?
-Yeah, got it.
-ANDY: 27, 45
Yeah, Dad, I've got it.
It's like, it's like
-four numbers.
-Okay.
I I need you to scan that
and email it
(static whirring)
Laura?
Dad?
-ANDY: Laura?
-Dad, yeah.
Yeah, I've got you,
it's all right.
ANDY:
I need you to scan that document
and send it to me.
And, Laura, listen.
Mm-hmm?
ANDY: There there are
some people after me.
And it could be dangerous
for you, too.
(chuckles)
ANDY:
Okay? I don't trust anyone else.
But please, just be careful.
-(sighs)
-Laura?
I'll be fine.
I'll-I'll be really careful.
I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
really, really important,
sweetheart.
I'm-I'm serious.
Be be safe.
-Mm-hmm.
-ANDY: Be quick.
Dad, what is
this document about?
ANDY:
Just get the documents
get to the house
and wait for me there.
-Dad?
-(voice breaks up into static)
(static whirring)
MIKA:
What's in that document, Andy?
Huh? What are you
not telling me?
ANDY:
That is what I'm trying
to find out.
(speaks Arabic)
How long have you lived
in France?
YARA:
Hmm, almost six years.
And do you have family with you?
YARA:
My son Ben Salim is with me.
He is all I have left.
A missile struck
near my home in Damascus.
Took my husband and daughter.
I couldn't bear it then.
I had to flee the terror
to save my son.
During our escape,
the smugglers took
all our money.
We crossed from Turkey to Greece
on a makeshift boat
without life jackets.
In Italy, we were beaten
by the camp guards.
Since then,
we have been waiting here,
piled up like animals.
They have destroyed
a large part of my life.
They will not have my soul.
We are all in God's hands.
What about you?
That man who died?
(sniffling)
He was a friend.
-My doctor.
-YARA: Ah.
He was helping us
to get to the ferry.
I would guess he was
more than a friend.
Lucas.
-Oh.
-His name was Lucas.
(sighing)
We should do your medication.
(sniffles)
(quietly):
Shit.
It's not here.
-YARA: What is it?
-ELENA: It's not here.
(exhaling)
His medicine, I can't find it.
-Sam, let me have a look at you.
-Mum
(panting)
I need to get to a pharmacy.
That's not possible.
Everything is closed
and we are under a curfew.
No, no, I-I need to get
to a pharmacy.
-(cat meows)
-(distant chatter)
(women praying in Arabic)
I need to get out of here.
Can you make
the Litecoin transfer?
Okay, got it. It's in my wallet.
He's hiding something from me.
I'm not sure.
He's contacted his daughter.
Asked her to email
a document of some sort.
We need to intercept it.
Mum, what are you doing?
It-It's not safe to go outside.
ELENA:
Sam, listen.
I'll be fine. I promise.
(sniffles)
Please, Mum.
I don't want you to go.
I have to, but I won't be long.
-Okay?
-I know what's going on.
(sniffles)
I'm not stupid.
What if something
happens to you?
I'll be fine.
(conversing in Arabic)
This is my son, Ben Salim.
-Nice to meet you.
-And you.
Your mother's a godsend.
Yes, she is.
You're going out?
Yes, I need a pharmacy.
No, you can't.
The curfew's in place
-and the police
are enforcing it.
-It can't wait.
It's an emergency.
It's impossible.
BEN:
You're talking about
breaking curfew,
and breaking into a pharmacy.
There-There's nothing open.
You could be arrested
for looting.
What choice do I have?
I'll come with you.
If they want to arrest you,
they will have
to arrest us both.
No, Mother, Mother. I'll go.
They will definitely
arrest you.
Two women, it's better.
You stay with the boy.
Mum?
Sam.
Okay, listen to me.
I have to go
and get your medication.
So you're just going
to stay here with Ben Salim.
Okay?
But I don't want you to go.
ELENA:
Give me your hands.
I won't be long.
I promise. Yes?
Okay, see?
I promise.
Oh. "Treasure Island."
Is this your book?
Yeah. Why?
I've always wanted to read this.
But it's in braille.
Yeah, I can see that.
And that's a problem, but maybe
you could help me, right?
Uh, okay.
"This is a book
about Jim Hawkins."
(sirens wailing)
YARA:
Quick, quick, over here.
It's faster.
Come, come.
Come this way.
There, this way.
(people clamoring)
-(Elena screams)
-(alarm blaring)
-YARA: Come on. Come on!
-ELENA: Shit.
Watch it. Come.
Where do we go?
Over there.
Watch your step.
Hurry. Hurry.
-Come this way.
-Oh, my God. (panting)
(Yara speaking French)
(dog growls)
-(barking)
-(Yara gasps)
-ELENA: Oh, shit.
This way.
(panting quietly)
Damn it.
Okay.
(whispering):
Uh 27, 45, 91
-(lock beeps)
-Shit.
Okay.
-(banging)
-(car alarm wailing)
Hey, did you hear that?
(horn honking, alarm wailing)
(grunts)
All right.
(alarms continue wailing
outside)
(line ringing)
NURSE:
London Hospital, Emergency,
how can I help you?
Yeah.
Hi, I'm looking for someone.
He may have been
brought in there.
-Name?
-Owen Jones.
He came in with a gunshot wound.
I'm his father.
NURSE:
If it's a gunshot wound,
you should try
St. Eadburh's or Royal London.
Their trauma units
are being prioritized.
St. Eadburh's or Royal London.
Got it.
Thank you.
Really appreciate the help.
-Yeah, no bother.
-Yeah, thank you.
Bye-bye.
(shouting in French)
(both panting)
Thank you. Thank you.
(woman shouting in French)
Oh! Okay.
-Oh, shit.
-(banging on door)
YARA:
Merde.
-Oh, shit. Shit.
-YARA: Oh, merde.
What do we do, what do we do?
Let me think. This won't work.
You've done this before?
-Ah.
-Wait! No, no, no, no. No.
What?
You've done enough.
You've done enough.
Go ahead.
(panting)
(yells)
Go.
-(shouts)
-There.
(alarm wailing)
(whispers):
Okay.
(whispering):
Okay.
Okay. Okay.
(whispering indistinctly)
Okay, good.
One and two are clear.
Moving to three.
Okay.
(exhales) Okay
Whoa, Dad. What the hell?
Jesus, Dad.
Okay.
(keys jangling)
(exhales)
Okay.
This.
Um
(exhales)
Okay.
Shit.
Come on, come on.
Come on, send.
Shit.
ELENA:
Vancomycin.
We're looking for Vancomycin.
YARA:
That's a very
powerful antibiotic.
Yeah.
Uh It's got to be here.
It's here somewhere.
I don't think it's here.
(panting)
-(man shouting in French)
-(Elena gasping)
Just keep looking.
-(siren wailing)
-Okay, okay.
YARA:
We have to move fast.
(gasping)
MAN:
Police!
(grunting)
(hyperventilating)
I can't find it!
YARA:
We need to move now.
I-I'm not leaving,
I'm not leaving!
I have what you need, trust me.
Let's go.
-Let's go, let's go.
-(shouting nearby)
(grunting)
Come on, send, send it, send.
Come on.
-Come on. Shit.
-GUARD: Copy.
I'm on four.
Hey! Hey!
Get back here!
Send, send, send, send.
-Hey!
-(Laura grunts)
Stop right there!
LAURA:
Come on.
Come on.
-(phone whooshes)
-Yes. All right.
GUARD:
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Stop!
Get her!
Get back here.
(phone rings)
(distorted voice):
What happened in Luzrah?
MAN (on phone):
His samples made it
to the geochemistry facility.
Their scientists
figured the issue.
They were eliminated.
-And Andy Yeats?
-MAN: He escaped.
(distorted voice):
Yeats was supposed
to be stuck in the desert.
MAN:
We're on schedule.
They're too far behind now.
(distorted voice):
Don't be so confident.
It's not over yet.
ELENA:
Where did you learn this?
When I was a nurse
after the war started.
This became a skill
I needed to learn.
-You were a nurse.
-Yes.
That was before the drought.
Five years with almost no rain.
The drought forced millions
into the city.
There wasn't enough work,
of course.
Then, the civil war
just seemed to spill
out of that desperation.
But you push on.
You ask for help.
Then, one day, you look around,
you see the sun is shining
and you ask God
"What can I do?
How can I be helpful
to someone?"
-Well, you've certainly
helped me.
-Hmm.
You're stronger than you know.
The truth is, we all are.
The medicine is ready.
(sighs)
Now, about getting you home.
PRIME MINISTER:
In consultation with Parliament,
I've decided to declare
martial law
and institute a stay-at-home
order for all citizens.
Due to these
unprecedented events,
we've initiated the Emergency
Broadcasting Network.
However, the vast majority
of our countrymen and women
remain, quite literally,
in the dark.
Those of you who are able
to view this broadcast,
I implore you,
reach out to your neighbors.
Share information and resources.
Listen to the police.
If we all pull together,
there is no doubt
we will pull through this.
(reporters clamoring)
(barking)
Wait here.
(speaking Arabic)
YARA:
Come.
This is Hassan.
He helped me
when I came to Europe.
-You can trust him.
-Hey.
I can get you access
to the tunnel.
But you have
to get yourself across, hmm?
How much will this access cost?
2,000.
-2,000?
-HASSAN: Mm-hmm.
(Elena scoffs quietly)
(stammers)
I don't have that in cash.
Transactions of this sort,
I'm afraid cash
is the only currency.
I have this.
It's worth a lot more
than 2,000.
I don't give change.
Take it.
Yara will tell you more.
Go, go.
Let's go.
MIKA:
I've just had word.
Our flight's almost ready. You
can grab your things together.
What is it?
The contamination is growing.
It
It could become irreversible.
MIKA:
It's growing?
How does a contamination grow?
Because it's a bacteria.
It's alive.
-Look
-How is that even possible?
-I need to
-(phone ringing, buzzing)
It's the phone
that Farooq gave me.
Hello?
Farooq.
Yes, I'm safe, yes.
Oh, that's good to hear.
Mika?
No, she went out
for some things.
Okay. All right.
MIKA:
Why'd you tell him I was gone?
Because he's just outside.
(indistinct chatter)
I'll handle it.
Just do as I say.
Open the door, then walk back
towards the kitchen.
If he gets the upper hand,
grab the backpack and go.
Don't worry about me. Just go.
-(knocking on door)
-Don't kill him.
(door opening)
ANDY:
Farooq.
-Come in.
-(door closes)
FAROOQ:
So, Andy
(grunting)
(groaning)
Ah!
(groaning)
(shouting)
(labored breathing)
(Farooq growling)
(choking)
(choking)
-(hammer clangs on ground)
-(Mika gasping)
-(gagging)
-ANDY: Mika, Mika.
Come here.
-Are you okay?
-(gasps)
(whispers):
Let's go.
ANDY:
Come on.
-(siren wailing)
-(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct radio chatter)
(Laura gasps)
Owen.
Owen. Owen!
-Hello?
-Owen.
-We've got to go.
-Laura, the food here is great.
That man, Owen. He's here.
-Shit. (gasps)
-Yeah.
-(groaning)
-(monitor alarm whining)
LAURA:
Come on, come on.
Right. Here, put these on.
(Owen grunts) Come on.
-LAURA: You have these?
-Yeah.
I've got this, yeah?
Okay, fine.
Right, come on.
LAURA:
Shit!
-(grunts)
-(nurse exclaims)
Go.
(Owen and Laura grunting)
LAURA:
This way, this way.
Come on.
-(Owen groans)
-You okay? Yeah.
-Okay.
-(groans)
LAURA:
We'd better go now,
come on, please. Come on.
LAURA:
Fuck! Come on.
Come on, quick, quick.
That man?
He's trying to kill us.
NURSE:
Hey. Slow down.
(grunts)
NURSE:
Hey!
Go. Go.
(groaning)
(door closes)
-(groaning)
-Come on, come on, come on.
-Any fuel issues?
-CREWMAN: Nothing reported.
ANDY:
Did you refuel after landing?
No, sir, there's plenty
of petrol for you to get home.
(sighs heavily)
(phone ringing)
(distorted voice): Yes.
Where are we with the daughter?
I'm on the trail.
(distorted voice on phone):
We've lost Yeats.
Don't worry, you'll have them.
I'll get the daughter.
I do worry.
We need her under our control.
(tires squeal)
(thunder rumbling)
PILOT:
We've hit some bad weather.
I need you to check
your seatbelts.
(seatbelt clicks)
There's water, some tools.
-You have your
access card, right?
-Yeah. Yeah.
YARA:
That's your way into
the service tunnel.
-You understand?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
-Thank you, Yara.
For everything.
-I hope we see each other again.
-Of course we will.
(speaking Arabic)
Strong little bird.
Mum, I want to go home.
-YARA: Oh.
-I know, Sammy.
We're going home.
YARA:
Good luck.
Good luck.
(thunder rumbling)
(phone ringing)
Bakhash.
CAMERON (on phone):
We've intercepted the document
that his daughter sent.
It's been analyzed.
Twenty years ago,
a young scientist
developed a genetically
engineered bacteria
that feeds on oil.
-Yeah. He mentioned a bacteria.
-Apparently,
it was devised
as breakthrough technology
for cleaning up oil spills.
But now it's been weaponized.
Exactly.
And the worst case is unfolding.
Did he tell you that
he invented it, Mika?
It was Yeats.
MIKA:
You're not suggesting
he's behind this.
CAMERON:
Just just bring him in.
You hear me?
MIKA:
We're en route.
(siren wailing)
(officers shouting indistinctly)
Mika, what's going on?
-OFFICER: Hands up!
-OFFICER 2: Hands up!
You should've told me.
OFFICER:
On your knees!
Stay there, don't move!