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Hello, Viv! Hello.

She sounds like a monster.

Oh, I know, I won't vote
for her, she's horrific.

Are you with me?

Our records show you may
not have leave to remain.

They're taking him away?

They're flying me out at 7am.

You can't deport
someone in a single day!

Ho-ho, your little world.

Hello, Bethany speaking.

- Oh, my God!
- I had it implanted.

My hand is the phone!

You were exposed to
one gray of radiation.

I think you might have ten years.

Go on, Vivienne! You did it.

Stephen, how much did you lose?

£1,135,000.

Let me in!

Where are you going to live?

Welcome home.

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Just look at the state we are in.

Christmas has been ruined for
so many hard-working families.

The collapse of the
banks goes on and on.

Now they say Hathersage is in trouble.

For God's sake, my mother has got
her life savings in Hathersage.

But they've done it,
haven't they, the banks?

They've left us completely...

We've told you before, you really
can't use language like that.

Well, you can censor me all you like,

but they swear, don't you?

All of you.

When you think of what
the system has done to us,

don't you swear the roof down?

What do we do, the rest of us
normal people? What do we do?

Normal people? You're
a Member of Parliament.

You're supposed to have the answer.

I think I have, I've got exactly that,

because next year we face a
general election and, God knows,

we need to shake things
up, don't you think?

So I propose, in order to vote,

every British citizen
must take an IQ test.

What?

You can't say that!

Oh, she's brilliant.

I said you'd like it.

If you score above 70, you
can vote. Simple as that.

Oh, she is outrageous.

70's quite low. It's not that bad.

Are you saying that some
people are too stupid to vote?

No. That's what you say,

millions of you, at work,
at home, in the pub,

you say, "Take away the vote."

You say it, Dan. All the time.

That was you and Brexit, nonstop.

You say things are too complicated
and people are not clever enough.

And you said it, Steve. I heard
you. You said it last week.

Oh, right. It's all my fault.

- Some of us have work to do.
- Excuse me! I'm working!

But he's doing actual, physical work.

- You want another cup of tea?
- No.

Like it or not, she's got
a point. People are thick.

Hold on. Would you ban me?

Not if you passed the test.

Oh, my God! You'd ban me!

Edith, I don't get it. I thought
you were the great anarchist.

Well, that's Vivienne Rook. She's
ripping up democracy. I love it.

Hold on, though. This isn't
real. This isn't legal.

She's only one MP. She
can't actually do it.

Hey, one more thing about next
year, dad's birthday, his 70th.

So?

How is that relevant?

Oh, my God. Is he 70?

He's still living in Leicester,
which isn't far. Just saying.

2026, let the people decide,

but only the clever ones.

The shock from
the banking crisis continues,

with Moody's reducing the
UK credit rating to A2.

Panic in the City as Kleiman
Ajax has been declared bankrupt.

Consequences for the pharmaceutical
industry will be enormous.

Can't get the drugs. Ordinary
drugs, you can't get them.

Ruby takes Clobazam for her epilepsy.

The chemist says, "We're out of
stock. Come back in six weeks."

The emergency election in France
has seen a 30% swing to the right.

We were going to get Viktor into France.

Not any more.

Now they deport anyone without a visa.

In anticipation of the general election,

the government has employed
10,000 data sweepers

- to monitor Russian interference.
- Hello.

Hi, there, Bethany. I'm Lizzie.

I like your phone.

Link, radio off, call Viktor.

Calling Viktor.

Link, try again.

Link, send text to Viktor.

Hey, comma, get up, you
lazy bastard, full stop.

Emoji kiss, emoji wink...
emoji erect penis, send.

Link, try Viktor one more time.

Calling Viktor.

Viktor linked.

Listen, I was thinking I could come
out to see you on the 1st and...

Viktor, is that you?

Vik, are you there? Hello?

Hello.

I said, hello.

Hello, can you hear me?

Ah.

I'm not... I don't...

I'm sorry, but I can't speak.. Erm...

You called, Skype here, yes?

- Yes.
- Viktor Goraya.

You called Viktor Goraya, yes?

Daniel Lyons is you?

- Yes.
- You know Viktor Goraya.

He's my friend...

... and I'm calling him,
which I'm allowed to do.

I haven't done anything
wrong and neither has he.

Where is he?

It's you, huh?

Hello, sir.

- Do you pay him, Englishman?
- No.

He's your bitch.

Shit.

I don't know but they were the police.

Well, it was a uniform.

Look, I've been out there.

They were proper policemen.

I'm looking for Viktor.

Viktor Goraya.

Erm...

No, I won't be coming into work today.

- We need you.
- No, I'm sorry, I just can't.

Sorry, no.

He passed his Rule 35
assessment in the UK.

So who do I speak to?

My name is Daniel Lyons. I work
for Manchester City Council.

I need some help... For God's sake!

Sorry, not you.

So the police said, "Give us
his name," but if I do that

and they say, "Who are you?"
and I say, "I'm his boyfriend,"

what if they pass that on?

Cos that's like evidence,
isn't it? So what do I do?

I mean, what do I do? I
mean, really... what do I do?

Hello.

Hello! Hello?

It's me. I'm safe. I'm okay.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, my God!

- Are you all right?
- Fine.

- Where are you?
- I got away.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm with Roman.

I ran so fast I didn't have
my phone, but I'm okay.

I promise.

Turns out he's in Odessa.

Literally had two minutes' warning.

Ran before the police arrived,

left everything behind, got on a bus,

this clickety-clackety bus type thing,

no suspension, overland,
nine hours later,

Odessa, thank you very much.

I don't even know where that is.

Is he safe though, is he okay?

He's got this mate, Roman,

he says Viktor can hide
there for a bit, so...

- I'm sorry.
- Thanks, sweetheart, thank you.

- Hi, Lizzie.
- Hello.

Has he actually broken the law?

Well, no, technically. Technically, no.

But the Communist Party applied to
make same-sex relationships illegal,

or you can't express homosexuality.

That's the phrase, you can't express it.

They tried to do that back in 2016.

Now this is the Communist Party,
this isn't a bunch of nutters,

this is the people's party and
they applied again, in 2019,

and, this year, third time lucky,

so, yeah, any day now, he's a criminal.

Oh, I've got to go, mate, got to go.

Delivering a parcel to
Whalley Range. Sorry.

So what are you going to do?

Well, we've got to get him out,
we've got to get him into a country

that grants asylum but, to do
that, he's got to cross the border.

- You mean illegally?
- Yeah.

And how dangerous is that?

Very.

So we'll have to do it illegally.

God knows how, but I've got to
get him over the border and out.

Oh, my God! That's amazing.

Give him my love! Good luck.

I'm sorry but I'm running out
of ways to say, "Oh, my God."

Odessa's by the sea. I think
it's a really nice place to live.

- Do you think he sends Viktor money?
- Oh, I know he does.

Right, I'm late, I'm off.

Bloody nerve, calling me in at
half term. I bet it's trouble!

I was thinking, Lee's spending the
day with his little mate, Craig.

I could take Lincoln out.

There's this Chinese ceramics
thing on at the Whitworth,

then we could go see
Toy Story Resurrection.

You know Woody gets burnt to death?

Don't go giving him nightmares.

Right, behave.

There's a good boy.

And you, metal head, bye-bye!

Bye.

What do you think? Nice little
adventure with your auntie?

There. Gorgeous. Okay, don't tell
your mum and I'll give you ten quid.

Who's a beautiful girl? What
do you want to be called?

- Susie.
- Okay, Susie, off we go.

Whoa. Now we can have
an adventure, you and me,

but it's a secret from everyone else.

So if I say the word "diamond",

you say, "I want to go to the toilet."

Like, oh, what a pretty diamond.

I want to go to the toilet.

I'd love to have a diamond.

I want to go to the toilet.

Someone please buy me a diamond.

I want to go to the toilet.

I wish I had a diamond.

I want to go to the toilet.

Very, very, very good...

... Susie.

Hello.

That's your bring your
daughter to work activity pack.

Aren't you gorgeous? What's your name?

Susie.

Welcome to Wytel, Susie.

So just pretend you're very, very sad.

Hello, I'm Holly. I'm in charge
of the daughters' playgroup.

I've not seen you before, have I?

No, it's all this hot desking.

I normally, sort of, work over there.

This is Susie. She's a bit sad
at the moment because her father,

you know, let's not get
into it! The buffoon!

So be nice to her.

Oh, of course I will.

Now then, Susie, I've
got some nice soft play.

Would you like to come
and meet the others?

There now, Susie,

I must say, you look like
a right little diamond!

I want to go to the toilet.

Oh, right then. Off we go.

Well done! Good girl!

Just like the old days.

- This is the last time.
- See you next week.

- You suit those ribbons.
- Can I keep them?

I don't see why not.

I spent a week working for Harpoons

but, to be honest, I thought
their standards weren't that high.

They were a bit imprecise,
which is deadly in this job.

So I thought I'd go and work for
Beckindole's, best careers in town.

I've got a clean driving licence,

so I can work the vans or
the bikes, whatever you want.

Well, for a start, you're not couriers.

We call you lifestyle enhancers

because you make people's life
feel better. Do you get it?

- Yeah, works for me.
- Right, standard rules.

50 pence a parcel.

If any parcel takes longer
than 60 minutes to deliver

you won't be paid.

No holiday, no sick pay, no argument.

You'll pay Beckindole £1.50 a
day insurance if you're on the van,

£1 if you're on the bike,

and the £1 charge
applies even on days off.

You're a bit overqualified, aren't you?

Oh, well, I suppose I've
wasted my time a little bit.

Yeah, you're not the only one.
I've got tons of you these days.

Neil, over there, went to Oxford.

Studied astrology.

Doesn't help him cycle
any faster, does it?

No, no, I don't suppose
it does, astronomy.

But never mind.

So what did you do before?

Oh, banking.

Oh, those bastards.

I know, bastards.

Look what they've done to us.

I hated it, I'm glad to be out.

So what do I do, just pull the string?

Mm-hm.

You... you can't let school kids
have this. They'll be scarred!

We trust them with knives and
forks. This is much the same.

Not too hot, not too cold.
That's why they're calling it

Goldilocks Clean Meat,

completely artificial,

grown in a laboratory.

It's so far removed
from the original animal,

they're saying it's fit for vegans.

Grown how? What does it look like?

They're called bolts, bolts of meat.

Like those things in
kebabs shops, but enormous.

Well, I do love kebabs.

- Damn.
- Injected with saltless salt.

Oh, my God! It's delicious.

That's bad news, that.

Mm, God, it's nice, isn't it?

They haven't cracked salad yet.
We still need staff for that.

I've done the sums. We need four.

- Four people?
- Mm-hm, I think so.

Well, I've got a staff of
ten, so who's going to go?

Beverley. Who else?

Rosie, I've got to lose £200,000.

It's the same every
time. The banks collapse,

the government bails them
out, so they take money off us.

I'm sorry, but six of the
catering staff will have to go.

Including all managerial posts.

But that's me. You mean me?

The Goldilocks system doesn't
need skills at your level.

I've got two kids.

We need to restructure. I
can give you till Easter.

That's plenty of notice for
you to have a look around

and try other avenues.

- Here come the dinner ladies!
- All right, girls?

It's my big farewell, before I'm
replaced by a bolt of vegan meat.

We've got food and booze and
music and it didn't cost me a penny

cos it's my big, gay brother's birthday.

He's paying for the whole thing.

- You'll like him, Eric!
- Whoo!

Come on, then.

- Hey, lads.
- Hi, Stephen.

- Hey, how are you?
- All right?

Thanks for coming.

- This is really nice of you.
- Oh, well, it's my brother's idea.

Yeah, that's him, over there.
Yeah, that's Dan, with the muscles.

Yeah, he's 37 today, so he
said, "Let's have a blow out."

Oh, this is the long-suffering.

Celeste, this is Pete from work.

That doesn't help. You've got
about five jobs. Which one?

The couriers, yeah! Best courier
team in South Manchester.

That's Stan and Alif
and Elaine and John.

He works harder than anyone,
your husband. He puts us to shame.

Oh, I'm doing three jobs myself,
but I bet he didn't mention that.

We need the money! I'm the man
who lost a million quid, remember?

How can we forget?

We can try.

Oh, brilliant. That's great.

Oh, there's a perfect space at
the back. I want you to play loud.

Oh, I can do loud.

We did Glastonbury and
Ralph McTell complained.

We're okay, aren't we?

I mean this plan, it is
going to work, isn't it?

I hope so. Fingers crossed, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

All right.

Oh, Lizzie, this is my Auntie Edith,

the one that works for those charities.

- Lizzie did that research for you.
- On Wytel Industries?

Oh, yeah, thanks, Lizzie,
it really helped, thank you.

It was for this fundraising thing.

They're going bust now,
Wytel, did you hear?

There's some sort of big scandal.
It was on the news this morning.

Oh, is that right? Erm,
actually I forgot...

..that thing. I'll see you later.

Oh, it's so good of you to come.

I've driven past this house.

I always wondered what it was like.

Come on, have a look. Viktor
says hello and thank you.

The work you did with
that petition was amazing.

Dan's going a bit nuts, isn't he?

Just a little bit.

His head's going to go Hong
Sha if he doesn't calm down.

That's what they say
now, Hong Sha, kaboom.

Do you remember when Hong Sha went off?

We all said, "Oh, the
whole world has changed.

"Things will never be the same."

Hardly gets mentioned any more.

Well, except the consequences
of that ruined my entire life.

I know, darling.

Eric, you need lots of pepper.

Coleslaw is all about the pepper.

You just brought us here to work.

Correct. Get on with it.

Gran, why does my
signal keep cutting out?

Oh, go on to Signor Two!
That works, for some reason.

Thank you.

So what's this new job of hers?

Charity stuff.

She used to help them out in the field,
and now she does in the cities.

She goes into boardrooms
and asks them for money.

It just seems so calm for Edith.

She was always chaining herself to
railings and burning things down.

I'm strangely disappointed.

Lincoln likes those little ribbons.

It's not a problem, is it?

He looks very pretty.

Well, I doubt that Wytel
knew what they were doing

but the leaked document spells it out.

Wytel supplied equipment to
MBJM who sent it to Damascus,

where it was used to build
Syria's concentration camps.

And to return to the headlines.

The Prime Minister has confirmed
the date of the general election

as Thursday the 7th of May.

We asked MPs for their reaction.

I am delighted.

At last, let the fight begin.

Right, food's up. We have beef burgers,

hot dogs, proper sausages,
veggie burgers,

and this is the latest thing,

it's orange burger,

made out of orange peel.

Those two, you don't think...?

- Do you?
- I don't know.

No. I think Beth's just being 14.

She was never 14, she's
just got a crush, that's all.

However...

Oh, my God, I thought so too.

Do you know, I never know with Edith?

Trust me, she's tried everything,

all those years at sea.

I tried telling my mum.
She doesn't understand.

I mean, she won't understand.

She refuses.

My mum and dad, they're like,
haven't you grown out of that yet?

I said, "Mum, you should look online.

"You should see Richard Albright."

He's got a wafer in his head.

He can print his thoughts.

Oh, my God.

How far would you go,
Beth, to be trans-human?

It's like,

sometimes, I think
my lungs fill with up with air

and it goes in and out like some
sort of bellows, and it feels so...

... thick.

- We could be so much better than this.
- We could be free.

We could be flying. We should
be wavelengths in the air.

How much money have you got?

Why?

Tell me how much.

My dad gave me 10,000 for my 18th.

Even when we lost everything,

he said, "That's yours. Hold on to it!"

Cos I did it, Beth.

I contacted that woman.

I spoke to her, I actually spoke
to her and she said we'd be perfect.

Oh, my God.

You could pay for us both.

Would you do it?

Would you?

Woo!

I want to see you all dancing.

Hey-hey.

♪ Tonight, tonight's the wedding feast ♪

♪ The men arriving with
the slaughtered beast ♪

♪ A wail, a chant soon fills the air ♪

♪ For miles around the people cheer ♪

♪ Mama Thembu's getting
married here tonight ♪

♪ All the spirits looking
happy, red and bright ♪

♪ Mama Thembu's getting
married here tonight ♪

♪ The bones are thrown and
Mama's path is shining bright ♪

Thank you. Thank you, isn't she amazing?

Miss Fran Baxter, everyone.

Er, OK, just a couple of things.

Happy birthday to me, obviously.

Don't start singing, not
yet, hold on. I'm 25 today.

But first of all, I just
want to say thank you

on behalf of someone who can't
be here tonight, Viktor Goraya.

Oh, here we go.

So many of you, well, everyone,
you've all been so kind.

- He means you.
- I'm the best.

I know it has been months
of worry and petitions,

you all wrote letters and
things, you've all been amazing,

but he was trapped in a country
that denies his existence...

... until Thursday night.

Er, because Thursday
night Viktor left Odessa

and he went to Ternopil.

At midnight, he got into a lorry, and

they crossed the border
at Krakovets, successfully.

Got into Poland, ten hours,
down through Germany,

still too dangerous,
stopped near Stuttgart

and they got from that
lorry into another lorry.

Thanks, Siobhan.

From there, through France.

I know, I know, I know.

Onwards, down to Spain.

Thank you. He crossed the border

and he did it, he got there.

And that was today.

And he's surrendered himself
to the Spanish authorities

and they arrested him,
but that was the plan.

Socialist Spain, they arrested
him, he applies for asylum,

they won't deport him.

What I'm saying is, well, he did it.

He's safe. He's there!

I know this for a fact
because, because, because...

Here he is!

All right, thanks.

My name is Daniel Lyons and I
have booked the conjugal suite.

Mi nombre es Daniel Lyons.

Ha reservado la suite conyugal.

First door on the right.

Thanks.

There you are.

Hey.

Look at this room.

God. Hello.

Hi.

So what they've done now is this.

Beckindole won't let me
drive across Manchester

because of the congestion charge,

so I have to pick things up
from the depot on my bike,

large or small, doesn't matter,
I have to carry them on my bike

out of the congestion zone to
a designated Beckindole car park

full of Beckindole vans.

I'm not allowed to use my
own van, even if I had one,

in case I build my own
business in my spare time,

so I can only use Beckindole
vans, and I'm allocated one

and I go to deliver my parcel,
leave my bike, God knows where,

because I'm not allowed
to put it in the van.

£7.60 an hour, except I only
get £3.90 because I'm new,

so I'm classified as an apprentice.

So what are the five jobs?

Celeste said you had five.

Don't use her name.
Not here! That's not fair.

Delivery, courier,
hospitality, pizza, and...

Er, drug tests! I'm a guinea pig.

The gig economy, that's me.

And what does she do?

Book-keeping.

She used to have a staff of 25,

now she does the budgets
for local primary schools.

She never complains.

That pisses me off.

I wish she would complain
but, no, I get this monument.

But that house is enormous.

Your gran's. You could
sell it, have 100,000 each!

You could all sail
through the recession.

Houses don't shift these days.
No-one's got any money to spend.

You could try.

The man who lost a million quid.

I lost 20,000, which
might be nothing to you,

but it's left me stuck in this place.

Know when you're lucky, Steve.

Did you register this
address for the election?

I never got round to it.

But now you can't vote.

What's it matter?

Missed call.

It's the wife.

Stop it.

Where's 0116?

Leicester, I think.

Hello, Signor.

Family link override,
not Muriel, not Celeste.

Thanks. Call.

Family link, Stephen calling.

OK. Hello. Funny time of day.

Hey, can it wait? I'm a little
bit busy. Is it important?

Hola, esta nueva Danielo en Madrido.

Hasta la vista, paella, si, si, si.

Er, OK, so I didn't want to wait, so...

... are the kids there, Rosie?

Er, no, why, what is it?

Er, so I got a call, and erm...

... Dad's dead.

No way.

Are you kidding?

No, seriously, it's for real.

No, I made it up, I
thought it would be funny.

No, he's dead.

He's gone.

Two days, she said, he's gone.

Who did, Jacqueline?

Yeah, yeah, she phoned me.

Oh, my God, he was only 69.

We never made it to his birthday.

So what happened?

He was hit by a bike.

Sorry!

I mean, a bicycle. She said
he was hit by a Rideree bike.

A bike?

Killed him?

Stephen, are you kidding us?

No, the bike didn't kill him.

The bike knocked him over

and he had a scratch on
his hand, er, that was all.

This is what Jacqueline said.

Erm, he was fine, he had a scratch,

but that turned into blood poisoning.

Oh, my God. Sepsis.

Yeah.

And they tried all the antibiotics,

but they didn't work any more, so...

A scratch on his hand.

He was hit by a bike?

So they took him to hospital,

one o'clock this afternoon...

... organ failure, and gone.

- What was he delivering, the bike?
- Oh, Rosie, don't.

I want to know.

Actually I'd like to know.

I mean, was he killed
by a chicken vindaloo?

You know what? You lot are horrible.

No, he was horrible, Danny. He was.

Oh, for God's sake.

He slept with someone
else and left us...

is it really the worst
crime in the world?

Yeah, and then he had a whole
second family with Jacqueline,

and did he ever bother with us?

And that's why, Rosie,

because that's how you
spoke to him every time.

You can't hate someone and expect
him to want to visit, can you?

Oh, nice one, Danny. Now
you love him, now he's dead.

Cut the link.

That was a bit hard, Dan.

What a mess.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

And me.

You okay?

No.

I'm right though, because look
at it from my point of view.

Mum and Dad had Stephen,
fine, they had you, fine,

they had Daniel, they
had a great, big, gay baby

and they were still fine,

then they had me and Dad buggered off.

If that's not my fault then what is?

But it's not your fault.

I don't mean fault, I just mean
there I was and off he went.

Maybe it was just bad timing.

That's when he met Jacqueline,
just happened to be then.

Jacqueline, I'll never forget that...

"Don't call me Jackie,
my name is Jacqueline."

Which proves my point,
cos he wasn't a wanderer.

He stayed with Jacqueline,
they had a son and everything.

He was faithful,

so the only time he wasn't
was when I came along.

It's because he couldn't cope.

I don't know, maybe.

Definitely.

Just too much of a coward.

I just wish I'd asked him,

but I never had anything
to say to him really.

Whenever I saw him, I'd
just sit there and think,

"What shall I say?"

I had a lot to say.

Too late now.

His loss.

Oh, that's the truth.

I always say, Rosie, shame on him.

Shame on our father's head.

Shame.

As the polls open, it's being called

the most unpredictable general
election in living memory.

Tensions are high, with the
major parties keeping an eye

on the Four Star Party's wild card vote.

I think I might be a little bit tipsy!

I haven't even voted
yet, I'll be squiffy,

I'll probably tick the wrong box!

Vivienne Rook has refused to
appear on any terrestrial channel.

She's turned down every
interview and every debate,

restricting herself to her
own channel, Four Star Live.

But Viv, campaigning isn't
allowed on election day.

This isn't a campaign,
this is my channel,

this is my home.

This is British wine for British people,

and what it deserves is tax
breaks and subsidised transport.

But where will the money come from, Viv?

You can't raise taxes.

I'll impose a tariff
on wines from abroad.

Let them pay.

He didn't die for nothing.

He died for us.

Shame on every politician who
has ever let our soldiers down.

♪ Tragedy ♪

♪ When the feeling's gone
and you can't go on ♪

♪ It's tragedy ♪

♪ When the morning cries
and you don't know why ♪

♪ It's hard to bear ♪

♪ With no-one to love you ♪

♪ You're going nowhere ♪

♪ Tragedy ♪

♪ When you lose control
and you got no soul ♪

♪ It's tragedy ♪

♪ When the morning cries
and your heart just dies ♪

♪ It's hard to bear ♪

♪ With no-one beside you ♪

♪ You're going nowhere ♪

False facts, every day.

Do you know where you
can find the truth?

Right here, Four Star Channel.

God help us. We're the only ones.

Are you done?

You left-wing hippie.

This is nice, like the old days

It's 100 quid if I get
it back before midnight.

I love it, us lot in one car.

We never do this. Should
have bought sweets.

Leicester, here we come.

I'm just making sure he's dead.

Now you did vote, you two?

Did it by post, last week.

No-one goes and does
it by hand any more.

Don't forget your passports.

They're going to Scotland!

Anything could happen in this election.

If your lot get into power,

Scotland could be divorced by midnight.

Then they'll be stranded.

Go, have a lovely time.

Celebrate. It's your grandad's funeral.

This is a very fine day.

Don't listen to her.

Go and have fun.

Edinburgh is beautiful.

Bye, then. See you next week.

Bye, darling.

Oh, my God. They believed us.

They'll understand. When
they see in ten days' time

they'll be like, "Oh, my
God, that is infinite!"

Destination Liverpool,
Imperial B&B, Shiel Road, L6.

Auto drive on.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Bye!

Hey, there.

Hello.

Thanks for coming.

- Stephen.
- Steven.

Killed by a bike.

Shocking.

Poor old Dad.

Come for a drink after. You're
very welcome, all of you.

I saw you on the TV with the bomb.

I'll see you later. Stephen.

Steven.

I still maintain it's not legal
to call two sons the same name.

He's Steven with a V.

Jacqueline chose Steven
with a V after her dad.

You know that.

Jacqueline.

Doesn't feel like a brother.

Half brother, if that.

What does he do these days?

He's a pharmacist.

With a V.

He's a varmacist!

Oh, my God. This isn't the crematorium.

What do you mean?

This place isn't a crematorium,
it's an aquatorium.

They don't burn him, he gets dissolved.

Bethany Bisme-Lyons. Thank you.

Lizzie Mbeko. Thank you.

If you'd like to get on board

we'll take you across
as soon as you are ready.

It's called alkaline hydrolysis,
better for the environment.

We were always green,
this side of the family.

Uncle Ted was buried
in wicker, on a slope.

So what do they do?

Put the body in a big
tube, fill it with water,

heat it up.

They boil him?

My God.

Boil in the bag, like sous vide.

Is it worse than burning?

I mean it is, I know, but why?

The eyes.

You dissolve, then you get rinsed.

Then they pour you out into a tub,

you get flushed down the drain,

out to sea...

the end.

The Glenside facility
offers alkaline hydrolysis,

the modern alternative
to burial or cremation.

The remains of your loved one
are broken down into liquid...

Goodbye, Vince.

I tell you what,
Jacqueline is true to form.

No money behind the bar.

Any news from the polls?

They're not allowed to
say until ten o'clock.

Low turnout though.

See, it's like Viv Rook
says, people are too thick.

So Steven with a V just
told me Dad didn't just work

for that security firm, when he
was 55, he put some money in

like 2,000 quid, like shares.

Three years ago, they sold the company,

he got a pay-out, £75,000.

- We get none of that.
- Nothing.

Here's to Vince.

Yeah, Dad.

To Dad.

Hi, you lot. Famalam. Stephen.

Steven. We were just toasting him.

It's a nice little motor
out front, Stephen.

Yeah, it is, Steven, yeah, I like it.

- 2.2 litre.
- Yeah.

Well, you always were very smart.

Now, you've all got one of these.

It's just something to remember him by.

We should meet up some time.

Go for dinner. That would be nice.

Hey, you were amazing
with that bomb, Edith.

Are you all right now?

Not really, no, I'm poisoned.

Oh, well, that is a thing, isn't it?

Well, see you in a bit, Stephen.

Steven.

Oh, my God.

- Daddy.
- That is weird.

- Isn't that weird?
- Is that all that's left?

He looks like tea.

Weak tea. Is that all
we are in the end, tea?

Just like scattering
the ashes, I suppose.

Can't do this with ashes.

- Cheers.
- Edith!

- You can't do that!
- It's acid!

It's alkaline.

What's he taste like?

- Soap.
- Soap.

Like antiseptic gel.

I can't believe you just did that!

It's my DNA.

We are as one.

Cheers, Jackie.

Why didn't you come
home for Mum's funeral?

Don't do that.

Why not?

I was stuck in Canada.

Could have come home.

I didn't want to.

Why not?

Because it was her funeral.

I keep wondering whether
she'd be proud of me.

Of course she would.

No job, another kid without his dad,

I don't know if she would.

She was tough, Edith.

She wasn't just nice, she was tough.

And I wonder if she'd think
I was mad, with Viktor.

I think she'd be ashamed,
some of the things I've done.

You could never do anything wrong.

Oh, trust me.

She'd kill me.

If she knew, she'd kill me.

All that stuff they say about
them looking down on you...

... I hope they don't.

Phone call, Bethany Bisme-Lyons.

- Oh, Signor, open on link.
- Link open.

Hello, darling, how is it?

Hoots, mon!

Bethany?

Can you hear me?

Beth, are you all right?

Can you help me, please?

What is it, sweetheart? What's wrong?

I'm here, what is it?

I'm sorry.

Are you all right? Are you hurt?

Whatever it is, I will
fix it, I promise you.

Now, tell me.

She's in Liverpool, not Scotland.
She's in bloody Liverpool.

What for? What's she done?

She won't say, God knows.

I'll call Stephen.

No.

Please.

Muriel, don't. She called me.

Go.

Just tell me what's happened.

- I can't.
- Why not?

You'll hate me.

I could never hate you.

Never.

Oh...

They won't tell me.

All I've heard is crying.

I did try, I said, "Let
me in," but they wouldn't.

What are you doing in
Liverpool? Why did you lie?

- It's the only place they do it.
- Do what?

The operation.

What operation?

It's only my mum.

- You promised me.
- It's okay.

I'm here now.

You have nothing to worry about.

So what happened to your eye?

Lizzie?

Can you tell me?

It's gone wrong, but we can fix it.

We just need to find them.

Let me see.

Let me see your eye.

Okay.

Well, that's not too bad.

Hello, Lizzie.

Hello.

So what have you had done, hm?

You daft things.

You haven't had a face-lift,
have you, at your age?

It's okay but there
is a lot of swelling,

but that will calm down.

What?

I can't control it.

What are you doing?

It won't stay still.

Lizzie, stop it, what are you doing?

I can't see.

What is that?

What have you done?

- It's a camera.
- What?

They promised us, they said
we could see, digital vision.

But, but that's not her eye.

What's happened to her eye? Where is it?

- They took it out.
- Who did?

- The people on the boat.
- What boat?

They said to me, "You're next,"
but I couldn't, I was too scared.

I can't see with this eye.

It's supposed to integrate,

I'm supposed to see the
output in my head, but I can't.

My eyesight's over there.

Oh!

Oh!

Your mother's on the way.

God, help.

It's been going on for decades,

cruise ships arrive at the docks
specially adapted as hospitals,

run by Russians, Slovakians, Romanians,

and people go on board
for cheap operations.

It was face-lifts in the '90s,
gender reassignment in the 2000s,

and now they've discovered transhumans.

But they're breaking the law.

This lot are. They're butchers.
But you try finding them.

It's a great big ship.

I mean, try finding the
owners, try suing them.

There's a chain of ownership
bouncing round and round the world

until you end up with
no-one and the ship sails on.

And her eye, her real eye?

Gone, junked.

If you had 500,000, they say
there are grafts now to integrate

the lens with the optical nerve, but...

not for kids like that, in Liverpool.

Somewhere there's a golden world
where these things are possible,

but it's never here, is it?

Call Stephen.

Calling Stephen Lyons.

See you later, Fran!

- See you tonight, yeah?
- Yeah.

Stephen Lyons not answering.

Did you tell him?

You gave away £10,000 and
your dad works every hour!

Oh, to hell with it. He can wait.

Thank God you were scared,

it saved you, Beth.

It saved you.

It's gone ten.

If the exit polls are correct,
this is an extraordinary result.

We're seeing 288 seats
for the Conservatives,

287 seats for Labour

and an astonishing 15 seats for
Vivienne Rook's Four Star Party.

That's 15 seats, leaving the balance
of power in the United Kingdom

firmly in the hands of Vivienne Rook.

I will not... I will not
form a pact with the Tories,

I will not form a pact with Labour.

Instead, for every vote
in the House of Commons,

- they can come to me.
- Yeah!

They can come to me and I will decide.

Happy now, Rosie?

Yeah.

Hm.

New world.

Sorry!

What are you doing?

Hey, what are you doing?

That's my bike!

_

There she is, there she is!

We need to get Viktor
out. He could be executed.

Astonishing! Astonishing!