Utopia (2013) s02e02 Episode Script

The Kazakh government has announced that it's to continue with plans to compulsory-purchase several million acres of arable land in Kazakhstan, much of it owned by China and the United States.
The US has strongly condemned the move, likening it to Soviet-era renationalisation.
The Kazakh president has said that, with the continuing weak prices, his nation is struggling to feed its people Glasses.
Note pad.
No pages missing.
Pen.
If you're in there, she stays shackled, you understand? I'm Ross.
Your new interrogator.
I know my predecessor wasn't gentle.
I know he hurt you, Jess.
And, in return, you hurt him.
Hurt him? She stuck a fucking screwdriver into his spine.
I'm not going to be like that.
- Don't.
- OK.
Don't go too close.
I want to see what he did to you.
Can you get me a book, please? What book would you like? The Bible.
I want to read The Bible.
You have this.
I sold it.
It's a graphic novel.
It's about a scientist who makes a deal with the devil.
The manuscript exists, the boy knows where it is.
Do you want to see my nuclear fallout shelter? Where is Jessica Hyde? Yesterday, I was arrested for a sex crime, today I'm on the run from ex-government nutters who want to put out my eyes.
I'm a fucking IT consultant.
I'm Jessica Hyde.
I'm Philip Carvel's daughter.
Don't find out the truth about our father.
We need to find out why they want the manuscript.
It has the identity of Mr.
Rabbit.
We believe it describes the molecular structure of a protein we call Janus.
The purpose of Janus is to sterilise the entire human race.
I destroyed your work.
Janus is gone! That's just a bunch of old drawings done by a crazy man.
Aaargh! That's where he hid Janus.
It's in me! Is your mother home? Thanks, Peter.
It's Pietre.
Peter, that's what I said.
Come on, cartoons.
I like cartoons.
I see you two have settled in, then.
Look what Peter got me.
- You've got to stop buying her things.
- No, he doesn't.
- You don't, Peter.
- It's Pietre.
- Peter, that's what I said.
- Don't tease him, Amanda.
Pietre.
Peter.
- It's Pietre.
- Peter.
You all right, Ian? Everything Everything all right? Why are you asking that? No, no reason.
- I'm not prodding.
- Prodding? You're not prodding? Actually, there was something.
Do you think it's possible to actually die of boredom? Cos I was just going to staple my own tongue.
That's how bored I am.
I was going to staple my own fucking tongue in the hope that pain will give me some small reprieve from the tedium of IT.
Do you want to talk about it, buddy? No.
No Because self-harm is a key indicator It's not self-harm, Joe, OK? Doing this job is self-harm.
You're not alone, Ian.
My cousin he tried to kill himself.
He was just like you.
He just disappeared.
And then we found out he'd been in hospital and he'd tried to I mean Once or twice, I've found myself You know.
Thinking about I'm going to do some work now, Joe.
Yeah, yeah, course.
Cos I really feel like I need to, you know, get fucking cracking.
Yeah.
Yeah, you, er Yeah.
Yeah welcome back.
Again.
Becky.
Where are you, Becky? I have this Jess.
But I'd like to think I don't need it.
Why are you calling me Jess? That's what Christos called you.
So you're trying to get into my head? No.
Just trying to connect, that's all.
And I know how alone you must feel.
Your father put Janus in you, but before he did he made an adjustment to it.
Now, we've taken Janus from your blood.
It works perfectly.
We're making it right now.
Hiding it in the Russian flu vaccine that everyone is so desperate for.
But we cannot see his adjustment.
And we can't release the vaccine until we know what the adjustment is.
We know he told Christos.
And we think Christos told you.
So I would like you to tell me.
Because there is another way, Jess.
And our scientists say that, if they can cut open your brain, they'll find it.
I'm holding them off, Jess.
Why? Why not just cut me open? I don't want you hurt.
You are your father's daughter.
My father's daughter?! He put this thing in me.
I was nothing but a genetic container to him.
No.
You're wrong.
He loved you.
Hello, matey.
It's all right.
I'm alone.
I thought you was dead.
Nearly.
Lost the use of my arm.
Nerve damage.
My lung's all messed up.
I'm not much use to anyone now.
How did you find me? Well it wasn't easy.
You're being discreet.
What's in that bag? Clothes.
Bits of food.
I move around a lot.
Are you hungry? What is this? Quinoa.
It's a super-food.
Yeah.
Super.
Still got our old bag, then? It's good for tools.
I'm a plumber.
Nice.
Nice work.
Sort of thing that appeals to a meticulous mind.
How long's all this been going on? Four months.
We met in a pub.
They like me.
I'm quiet.
Yeah! You certainly are quiet.
Have you struggled to adjust, Arby? I have.
I know it's odd, but I brush my teeth obsessively.
Like the things we did are caught in me in my mouth or What about you? No, I just brush the normal amount.
Oh.
I think we can move on, Lee.
I mean - it's all over now.
- Over? What, that fire? Come on.
You think a thing like that stops them? They're starting again.
Nothing's over.
And I know things.
Example I know they want you for a job.
There's someone they want got rid of.
They want you to do it.
But I'm out, Lee.
Just like you.
Out? I'm not out.
Who said I was out? You're never out, Arby.
Not a good idea.
I swear it isn't.
Hello, you.
Oh.
Hello.
I'm Lee.
I'm an old friend of Arby's from the old days.
Arby's told me all about you.
- Arby? - A nickname.
We used to work together.
Has he not told you anything about our work together? Tell me about it? Mr.
Mystery? You've got to be kidding.
He does love a mystery.
What's in that bag? - Amanda, don't be rude.
- Oh, that's not rude.
Curiosity should always be encouraged.
I tell you what, Amanda why don't you open it up and have a look? What on earth is that? Dental gas.
It's a prototype.
I work for a company that sells to dentists.
Pop it on the table, love.
What do you do with it? Well when little kids don't look after their teeth and they get rotten, we have to make them sleep.
Let's hope we never have to use it on you, eh? Do you want tea or anything? Not for me, Tess, I won't be long.
I intend finishing here very soon.
Oh, I just remembered where my electronic fag was.
You see, all this It's not for you.
You know that.
It's been a lovely holiday and you'll never forget it, or the people you met here.
But it's time to come home now, Arby.
And you can never, ever come back.
As you all now know, Corvadt has today gone into administration.
But as sole manufacturer of the Russian flu vaccine, we believe that Corvadt cannot be allowed to fail.
So, I have taken the decision that Corvadt will be bailed out.
As of today, we are making the vaccine.
And this will happen at an unprecedented pace.
So, if Russian flu strikes, you will be protected.
It is with this in mind, I am very pleased to introduce the new temporary CEO, a man with years of experience and someone who is intimately familiar with Russian flu Mr.
Michael Dugdale.
Oh! There we go.
Not so bad, was it? Apart from you looking like a tit.
How about you? How are you doing? You're with us now.
We are not fucking friends, Geoff.
OK? I don't like you.
I'd go so far as to say I hate you.
I despise you.
Every time I see you, I feel physically sick.
I'm seeing this vaccine through, but that's it, right? You You remember that.
A-hem! Go home.
You're the last one here.
I thought you hated this place.
Hm.
Joe, do you wanna go for a drink? Pints for the lads.
Hey, did you hear about Martin? He's going out with Leanne.
What?! Leanne? Do you ever think your life has become meaningless, Joe? What if I were to tell you that I didn't try and kill myself at all? That there was no hospital? What if I were to tell you that I'd been on the run chased by a shadowy organisation that wanted to kill me, my friends and control governments and whose objective was to sterilise the world? And I stopped them.
Me.
I reckon she's just leading him on.
Leanne?! She's not his type.
Google alert? Grant Leetham? Who's Grant Leetham? I can hear that down the street.
Yeah? I'm being a fucking Goth.
That's what you want, innit? That's not even goth music! - It's shit.
It'll do.
- And why are you talking on chatrooms? - Grant, you're supposed to be dead! - No-one will believe them nut jobs.
- For fuck's sake, Grant, you can't do this! - I'm dead.
I'm dead, mate! My mum, my mates, everyone I know, they all think I fucking killed myself cos of you and that bitch Milner! Milner is finishing off the Network.
When that's done Milner.
Milner.
Fucking Milner.
We ain't heard from her in months.
She's forgotten about us, Ian.
We've been left here to rot.
I'm fucking sick to my tits of you.
I'm going out! - No, you're not.
- I am.
Ian - Grant - Get off me! - Agh! For fuck's sake! - Ian Grant I'm I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
Are you all right? - You punched me.
- I know, I'm sorry.
- I'm a kid.
I I know.
I'm fucking sorry.
Grant! Do you know what? I'm calling the police and telling them you touched my bollocks! You paedo! I like the new patch.
Have you thought about what I said? Yeah.
Why me? I mean you told me who you are.
Who you really are.
Why did you take that risk? We tortured you, we disfigured you, we murdered your father, and yet in the last instance you chose to betray the people you'd grown to love for our cause.
Yeah, but am I Am I capable? Of course you are.
You believe in I'm not talking about belief, I'm talking about capacity.
Look, I I want to help you, and I believe this is right, it's just I don't think I can.
What do you see when you see me? Milner.
Letan, Mr.
Rabbit, I dunno.
What do you see when you see me? I see I see someone who's killed thousands who murders, tortures, executes innocent children without hesitation.
That's what I see.
And do you think I wanted that? Do you think I wanted to be Mr.
Rabbit? You're capable of more than you know, Wilson, believe me.
Do you recognise me? I can see him in you.
You knew my father? I knew him very well.
I made sure you survived his leaving.
I have a very important thing for you to do.
This man knows something.
His name is Christian Donaldson.
And what he knows, no-one can know.
I'm trusting you, do you see? I want you back.
If only you could've known your father, Arby.
He was incredible, he was My name's Pietre.
And my father wasn't incredible.
Not at all.
You're being uncharacteristically soft.
He'll do it.
He'll come back to us.
But just in case, send others, too.
Send a SWAT team.
Make sure Donaldson's dead.
I wish Becky had taken me with her.
I hate you.
She was great, Becky.
Yeah.
She was great, Becky.
- Becky! - Agh! It's a long way down, Becky.
I don't think you should jump.
Jesus Christ, just let me die in peace, you creepy little fuck! This isn't why I contacted you.
I wanted your help, not your death.
You don't have to do this yet.
And what do I get for my help? Another month of life? Six weeks if you're generous.
Just fuck off, Christian, I'm not doing this any more.
One year.
A whole year.
A year's worth of Thoraxin, Becky.
It works, doesn't it? I mean, it's not a cure, but it's taking care of the symptoms.
And what do I have to do for it? Nothing like last time, I promise.
I'm not asking you to get the manuscript, I'm not asking you to betray your friends.
Just help me now downstairs Becky.
Hi.
Who's this to? Oh, piss the fuck off! This is a honey trap, show a bit of fucking honey! Who is this guy again? Tony Bradley.
An utterly mediocre scientist.
I went to college with him.
He's a moron.
And out of nowhere he's written the definitive book on Deel's syndrome.
I've read it.
It-It's brilliant.
So? So he's an idiot.
The knowledge in that book, he's stolen it! Look, Becky, I'm clever.
Think how much more use that would be in my hands.
And this is out the kindness of your heart, to help Deel's victims? No.
I want to take what he's got, write my own book and make a shitload of cash.
And if I don't help you? Well, the NHS does some wonderful things around end-of-life planning.
Right Excuse me.
- Hi.
- Oh, hi.
Becky.
God, you're so funny! - Am I? - Yeah.
Didn't think I was! Jesus Christ, what are you doing? Shut up.
I've got this.
Fuck! Where did you get that? Christian, is that you? What have you got a gun for? It's for shooting people.
Are you two together? Oh, fuck, no.
Not like that, we're not.
Where are you getting this? I've read your fucking book.
You don't know any of this.
I am a respected scientist.
No, you're not.
Yes, well, you're hardly a Nobel Prize-winner, are you, Christian? That's because I've got demons.
You're just a knuckle-dragger.
No! I have painstakingly and methodically researched Deel's syndrome, and I have made certain leaps.
And I did it on my own, just me.
Get up.
Me sim bokhalo.
Xabe? Jesus! It's like a dungeon.
Are you having sex with this man? No! All right, look.
I was in the middle of a class about five months ago and he just walked in.
He started doing equations on the board.
I had no idea what was going on.
But the stuff was incredible.
So I brought him home, gave him some food.
He kept doing it.
I realised it related to Deel's.
And I thought, well, it should be published.
How would he know about Deel's? What language is that? I I have no idea.
He doesn't speak English.
I think his name is, er, Anton.
Da? Let's get out of here.
This doesn't feel safe.
Right, well Anton, come on.
Let's get you out.
Right, hold his hand.
I'm going to tie your hands together.
It's inconspicuous, and it's hard to run when you're tied to another human being.
No! You fucking do it.
Can I go? Can I just go now, please? Becky, will you stop messing around?! Right, well, you'll have to have the gun.
You are such a twat.
Can I just go now, please? We need information first, then you can go.
- Wh? - Mm-hm.
When I first came here, they used to let me go up to another room for an hour every day.
There was a window there, I could see clouds outside.
They took it away because I hurt people.
Do you like clouds? I believe in what your father did.
I believe in Janus.
But am I going to sit here and tell you that what he did to you was right? No.
No, I'm not.
Did you want children, Jessica? He denies you a father and then he denies you children.
What kind of mother would I have been? You'd have been a great mother.
I couldn't have been a mother.
All that love? You'd have been amazing.
We're running out of time, Jess.
Are you ready to tell me? Why don't you just hurt me? That's not what you deserve.
It just isn't.
Of a worldwide vaccination programme.
These diseases are everywhere on the increase, and it's now possible that TB deaths may overtake malaria deaths within five years.
Er y-yes.
Yes, that's that's, um bad.
It's all about transport with the vaccines.
The cold chain must remain uninterrupted, and this means refrigerated trucks, ships These places are remote, it's it's hard.
Yes.
Well, well done.
You've been doing some excellent Ah, Mr.
Gorsand, how good to see you.
Geoff isn't here because he cares about vaccines, darling.
He's here because he wants my fucking papers on board for the next election.
- Ha, we're not like that these days.
- Politics doesn't change.
There's a room nearby we can use.
Why don't you join us? - You can wait in there.
- Er, look, I think it's about time I Do as you're told, dear.
Every time a new drug is developed, there are winners and losers.
If you're watching this, you're a winner, but not everyone is so lucky.
On average, vaccines reach the Third World 15 years after we get them.
That's 15 years of disease, of misery, of death.
Russian flu has the potential to kill millions.
But there is a vaccine.
As usual, we'll get it first, the developing world left to beg, left to die.
But we want to say, "No, not this time.
" V Day is an initiative started by the Rochane Foundation to get the Russian flu vaccine to everyone at the same time.
16th November.
V Day.
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.
" This time, we live together.
Are you fucking serious? This?! We launch V Day on Wednesday.
Leah's Rochane Foundation will back the campaign, underwriting the cost for countries that can't afford it.
And how much will that be? $268 billion.
But that's six times the deficit.
You can't afford that! No NGO has anywhere near that kind of money.
We have 23 billion.
My husband is worth 11 and he's leaving it all to us.
He will die next week.
His example will be followed.
Alexander Levchenko, 23 billion, Steph Aberg, 21 billion, Tim Stanton, 18 billion.
There are others.
We're harvesting the rich, Geoff.
We have celebrities and NGOs ready to back us.
It's a good thing.
But you're the most important.
You run the health department, and the department now owns Corvadt.
If you say no-one gets the vaccine until we all do so be it.
I can't do that.
That's political suicide.
My career will be over.
How do you think you got your career? Through talent and ability? You've got your career because we gave it to you.
You only have one talent, Geoff, and it's doing what you're told.
Jess? Are you ready? I don't know what the adjustment is, Ross.
Christos never told me.
What? No That can't be.
They tortured you for five months.
I pretended to know.
I had to, to stay alive.
I want to show you what they did to me.
I know you're scared.
But you must trust me.
We're running out of time, Jess.
But your approach Your approach is different.
You want to get in my head.
No.
No, I'm not in your head.
I know you're not.
I know you're not, Ross.
I'm in yours.
Something's come up, I'm off.
Oh, er Yeah.
Cool, buddy.
Er do you mind me asking wh I've found her.
Becky! I've found her.
Come on, dickhead, let's go.
Yes! Can you understand me? What I'm saying? Do you speak English? - Will you stop fucking struggling?! - Can I go now? Please! Of course you can't go! I need to know what he knows about Deel's and you've screwed the knot up so tight we've got to find a fucking knife.
Why are you staying here? I'm hiding out.
I felt like I was being followed.
Oh, shit.
Becky, can you get a knife? Stop bloody sweating, Tony! There's fuck-all here.
Where was she going? There.
She was going that way.
Let's be careful.
Just wait here, OK? Palpale ka murro trayo.
Rrugiv tut, sheya.
How many? I'll let you live.
Four.
- Including you? - Yes.
Thank you.
Come with me or they'll kill you.
What the fuck are you doing here? I I've come to find you.
Why? What do you mean, why? I mean, why have you come to find me? Why do you think? I don't know.
That's why I'm fucking asking you.
Jesus, this is not at all going how I imagined it would.
Oh, my God! There's one more.
Wait here.
What the hell is that? Can I go now? Can I just go now, please? Please What are you doing? Come on! Tony? Are you having a heart attack? Are you having a fucking heart attack?! My name's Pietre.
We need to run.
All of us.
Right now.
Jesus Christ.
What the fuck was that? - Who were they? - I don't know.
- Grant, are you all right? - He's a psycho! He killed Bejan, Alice's mum! He just fucking shot her! It's OK.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I saved you.
And those soldiers weren't there to kill you, either.
Then, why were they there? They were there to kill him.
Me? What the fuck have I done? She made the rope, plaited it from pages torn from a Bible.
Then she wound it into the gate's mechanism but we don't know which way.
Press up, down, it could release him or it could tear his head off.
We can't go in there because she's rigged these doors onto the same circuit, and we can't override it.
If you interfere with the mechanism, the gate shuts.
It's a safety measure.
Has she tried to get out, made any demands? What does she want? She doesn't want anything.
She's lost her mind.
She's just not moved in five hours.
Just stares at clouds.
Who gave her the Bible? What have I done to you, Jessica? What have I done? Glasses.
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