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If we can get fully funded,

then we can have portable IT centers

like this one up and running in your area.

What's going on?

Didn't you get a letter from the borough?

No.

Damn it!

We're the clearance team.

Everybody, there is blue asbestos in the building.

Everyone out.

Come on, out!

Move, get out now!

Move, move, out!

RF to Control, we're inside.

What's going up in there?

Fun and games.

And the game's Murder In The Dark.

Colin, I need Pakistan online now.

I can't, the satellite feed is scrambled.

Control to Reaction Force, everything's corrupted here.

Two officers are in danger.

Proceed, full discretion is yours.

Yeah, that's right.

Okay.

Several pcs.

You told me to watch and learn.

Systems still down here.

Tell Danny to hurry!

Found it!

Look at it, yanking files right off our system.

Break the connection.

Just pull the line out!

Check for traps.

It's gonna take time.

Just break the connection, Danny!

Control you've got officers in the field,

I'm gonna break the connection.

Back on.

Where are they?

Control to Anthony, Cleopatra?

What've we done?

Countdowns are not good.

Go, go, run!

Please respond.

Ow, shit!

Tom, our people in Pakistan have vanished.

Those hackers have wiped two of our agents off the map.

So let me understand this, at 11:27 today,

someone thrust a hand up our skirt.

Our Thames House mainframe was hacked

into from a remote site.

Correct, operating systems

were contaminated within seconds.

Archive files were swiped to the rate of a dozen a second.

And we traced them back

to a community center in Stoke Newington.

We attempted to break the connection,

triggered a high-frequency pulse

that scrambled the offending PC

and left my fillings aching like hell.

Meanwhile, they sent us this.

Zeus spoke and nodded with his darkish brows

and immortal locks fell forward from the lord's

deathless head, and he made great Olympus tremble.

The Iliad.

The quote's a threat.

Olympus was the seat of power in Ancient Greece.

Here, it trembles.

So whoever they are, they want to bring us down.

A little inflammatory, Ruth.

Inflammatory?

You said it yourself, we've just been raped!

No, no, no, Harry said we were groped,

we weren't penetrated.

MI5 has a website just like Marks & Spencer

or the Natural History Museum.

These hackers broke in via that website,

but they got nowhere near the Inner Sanctum.

It's a bit like demonstrators going

to the Houses of Parliament and letting off fireworks,

alarming but hardly a threat to the constitution.

I think you should work on that Homeric quote, Ruth.

See what connections you can make, yeah?

You three stay here, I want to know

what went wrong out there today.

Right, I'm giving you a sound grilling.

Keep looking crestfallen.

Tell me when she's gone.

She's gone.

That woman works for GCHQ.

As far as she is concerned,

this is not a crisis, it's just a glitch.

And is it just a glitch?

'Course not, it's a bloody crisis!

I see it as a first strike at our operating systems.

Someone is going to war.

Do you think she'll go squealing to the top?

She has every right to.

But I want to handle this at shop-floor level

otherwise the brass will be crawling all over us.

Now, I can keep Ruth busy here.

But if these hackers get in again.

All right, so tell me.

We were running a satellite trace on two officers

in the field, operating tags Anthony and Cleopatra.

The arms-trafficking gig?

Yeah.

This is a desert site just

outside Nok Kundi, Western Pakistan.

They were infiltrating an illegal weapons fair.

Now, the fair's security forces suddenly went apeshit,

we don't know why.

Anyway, Kalashnikovs started speaking

and the whole thing turned into a bunch of no fun.

Our people were relying on us to guide them

to a safe location in the town.

Control, this is Cleopatra.

Exchange of fire.

Security forces unknown.

Hurry up!

Hurry up, get us out of here!

Please advise, we have to get out!

When the hackers got in, the satellite link went down.

By the time that we got back online we'd lost them.

Harry, erm, you know she's getting married next month,

if Rebecca doesn't--

In case you haven't noticed,

we're on a security clamp down, operating tags only please.

Sorry.

Anthony and Cleopatra, well they've been

out there a long time, they're depending on us.

Any suggestions?

Well, they've either gone to ground

or they're in the ground.

If these sods find a way to hack into the Inner Sanctum,

then every operative will suffer

the same fate as Anthony and Cleopatra.

MI5 will be powerless, as will this country.

Digicam footage from the IT fair.

This is the only face match.

Gordon Blaney, 49, born in Sunderland.

Fully paid up member of the Socialist Party since '76.

Was once active for the SFM.

The SFM?

The Socialist Freedom Movement supports

the underclass through sabotage,

extortion and lately, through acts of computer warfare.

They detest New Labor,

which they see as a presidential government

which must be dismantled along with its bodies, us included.

We've been expecting something like this

from them for a while, but nothing so effective.

They first came to our notice when

we infiltrated the NUM during the miners' strike.

When the miners for coal not dole,

the SFM saw it as stage one of a national revolution.

Then, four months ago, the Home Office

received an unofficial email.

It talks in poetic terms

about a major new hi-tech offensive.

And about quote, blinding the lidless eye of state tyranny.

That's us.

So they want revenge.

I've been building bridges with the ogan of the SFM,

the newspaper Red Cry, posing as a freelance journalist.

Red Cry, we've learnt that sales

profits go into SFM coffers.

SFM operatives contact each other

through the paper, et cetera, et cetera.

I'm angling for Red Cry editor

James Crow to get me in touch with the SFM soldiers.

So, where does Gordon Blaney feature in all this?

Blaney teaches history and IT

at Highdale Second School Stone Unington, glowing record.

Helped with the initiative to bring

computer technology to the inner cities.

Here he is again.

Taken at the Industrial Summit in Leeds last summer.

He was never arrested, unlike this in Nottingham.

According to our files this man is suspected

of throwing a nail bomb into a police car,

and is one of two men suspected of GBH

on a WPC in Bolton in '85.

We tapped his phone line.

Yeah, they got burnt today, I saw them.

Shit, I'm not talking to you on this line.

So we have ourselves a vicious anarchist

who just happens to be handing out pamphlets

yards from a computer that was hacking into MI5.

We bug his work, his home, his entire life.

He's our best lead and I don't want him bolting.

Jane Graham, 25, thank you.

Born in Slough.

We're just penning your references now.

You start class straight away.

English curriculum, years eight to 10.

Everything from Chaucer

to Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.

Thank you.

Tom, I'm not a teacher.

Well, you're not a canoeist,

but you had a canoeing accident last summer in France.

What's the problem, Zoe?

Tonight I'm going to see, I'm going to see a friend

and I have to be Emma the legal secretary.

Tomorrow, I have to be Jane the canoeing English teacher.

You're Zoe Reynolds, MI5 officer.

Don't spin me that.

You hated lying to Ellie.

We have to know what else Gordon Blaney's planning.

Well, bring him in.

And send the rest of them into hiding?

Tom, it's a honeytrap and it's naff.

Naff can work.

You know what scares me?

One day, I'm going to get a bump on the head

and all of these people that I have to be

are gonna fuse together in my psyche

and I'm gonna be one hell of a schizophrenic.

Jane should have just come out of a relationship.

It makes her vulnerable.

Might appeal to him.

All right, Ray?

How's tricks?

I've got something for you.

Went down in Stoke Newington yesterday.

Word is it's massive.

There was some sort of raid by security services.

MI5 trying to seize a load of computers or something.

I heard something.

Thing is, how did you?

I've got a mole in the Home Office,

says the SFM are back and declaring war.

Should I be making a connection?

I gotta get on.

Ray, you could have gone

to the broadsheets with something like that.

But you didn't.

You know where my heart lies, man.

I pulled a man's eyeball out today.

I work for the Government.

And then I pushed it back in again.

MI5.

Ooh.

I can tell you

because they've checked you and you're clean.

They clearly haven't seen me after a 36-hour shift.

The truth.

My name is Tom Quinn and I'm an officer

for Her Majesty's Secret Service.

I read a book about the Secret Service once.

Hmm.

You all wear the same color tie.

I suppose you're stuck behind a desk most of the time.

No, it's not all paperwork.

It can be dangerous.

Yeah, so can wrestling a person

on mescaline onto the examination trolley.

Look, I don't want people dating Vicky the doctor.

Do you want people dating Tom the Secret Service man?

No, I don't want anyone dating Tom, except you.

I want to taste you.

Blaney's classroom that way.

Malcolm, staff room that way.

No running in the corridors!

They're attacking us again.

What are they doing?

They're scanning lines of data, looking for weaknesses.

Firewall is holding.

Running a trace.

Apple, this is Control.

Any sign of movement at Blaney's?

Negative, Tom.

All quiet here.

Ah, damnit.

They're toying with us and they want us to know it.

We have to limit entry routes.

I'm shutting down all nonessential systems.

Zoe better get us something on Blaney,

and she better get it quick.

You loser!

All right, guv'nor?

It's a crackin' mornin' isn't it?

Is your supervisor in there?

It's ah, it's jolly stuffy in here, sir.

Accent's a bit Bow Bells, Anton.

Righty-ho, point taken.

Right, where is she?

Erm, Mr. Harrow's mug, I'm afraid.

Oh, right, sorry.

Which one do I use?

You bring your own.

Morning.

Hello.

We're on.

Bring your own mug.

They don't tell you that at teacher training college.

Ah, that's teachers for you.

Left-wing for life, fascists in the staff room.

Supply, yes?

Yeah, yeah, qualified six months ago.

Jane Graham.

I teach English.

Gordon Blaney.

I'm history.

Right.

Better get going.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Right, so, sorry.

If we could just bring the noise down just a notch.

So, what do we think about the,

the protagonist in Great Expectations?

There's a very good word.

Protagonist.

'Can anybody tell me what that means?

You with the headphones, would you mind?

Thank you.

Anybody?

Give me an Afghan drugs deal any day.

I think she's splendid.

Give me a signal, Malcolm.

We can't cover the IT room.

We're observing a possible computer hacker

and we can't watch him with computers?

The room's being refurbished.

We couldn't risk the decorators finding the bug.

Okay, our man does something in the IT room.

God knows what.

Comes home late.

We pick up a good deal from our target mics outside.

At 8:26 he receives a phone call from James Crowe.

We should meet Gordon.

I've told ya,

I'm not talking to you on this line.

Hangs up.

So, Blaney carries out the hack on Crowe's orders?

Probably, but we still need to tread gently.

Zoe?

Forget the kids for five minutes.

Look, I had great teachers all right?

You're not a teacher, you're an officer in the field.

Yeah, and to those children I'm a teacher.

I'll do my job but don't just tell me to forget them.

Look, if SFM succeed in destroying

our national security network,

we'll be as useless to this country

as we were to Anthony and Cleopatra.

And that means those kids' lives are in danger.

That means everyone's life is in danger.

So wear a tight sweater tomorrow.

What?

I've been watching him all day.

He obviously fancies you.

We need to build on that connection.

Any particular sweater in mind?

The blue one.

Fine.

Pip's childhood act has a massive effect on his adult life.

Can anybody tell me what it does?

Anybody?

Chloe?

Who threw that?

It was you, wasn't it?

Me?

Oh, whatever, miss.

I won't tolerate that behavior in my class, outside.

Nah, you're joking.

Now.

I like your top, miss.

Does your boyfriend like it?

Out.

Have you got a boyfriend, miss?

I mean it.

Can I be your boyfriend, miss?

That's the way.

You okay, Jane?

I forced a boy out of my class.

He was being insolent and sneering

and upsetting the rest of them basically.

But I feel like I should've been

able to win him round or contain him at least.

Ah, yes, that fairy-tale moment

when the bad apple is turned by the power of our teaching.

It's crap.

I failed.

You inflicted pain on the controlling

factor for the benefit of the majority.

You don't have to feel good about it

but don't kid yourself it wasn't necessary.

Blaney's heading for IT.

This is Zoe's best chance to get into his room.

We've got a tiny problem, he's heading back.

Bugger.

Walk!

Don't run!

Go on, go home!

Everything all right?

Yeah, I just found a couple of boys

helping themselves to pens off of your desk.

You might want to start locking that door.

I do.

I thought I had.

I must've forgotten.

I'm glad I've bumped into you, actually.

I'm a bit bored of eating supper on my own.

Take pity on the new girl?

I will, it's just, not tonight, if that's okay.

You just let me know.

Aye, aye.

There's a lot of discontent out there, Ray.

And it's lasted a damn sight longer than one winter.

The old union men are back in the fray.

Our struggle has never been more important.

Our soldiers never more ambitious.

Soldiers?

You mean the SFM?

No wonder MI5 are getting jumpy.

There's a man I'd like you to meet.

What man?

Gordon Blaney.

SFM is back in business, Ray.

And those that tried to crush us will burn.

Blaney's priming school computers for a hacking operation.

Tomorrow, he'll be with the SFM colleagues.

They're tub-thumping and want a journalist there, me.

If Danny thinks it's a lone cell,

we can get the signal and we swoop, take them out.

It doesn't make sense.

He's cynical and he's angry, but he cares.

I've seen it in him.

I mean he told me not to give up on the kids.

That from a man who wants national anarchy?

Yes.

Don't forget the nail bombs.

Look, I've seen enough terrorists to know

there's always a pice missing, a piece of humanity,

and there isn't with this man.

It's quite beguiling, isn't it,

the simplicity of the outside world?

Dinner bells, detention, names on chipped coffee mugs.

I just.

I know.

You enjoyed being part of something ordinary.

I never lost sight of my objective, Harry.

My instincts tell me

that Gordon Blaney's not as involved as we think he is.

And my instincts all that all I've got.

No, you have your instincts backed up

by £12 billion of intelligence.

Intelligence which must be protected.

Right, William Wordsworth, one of the Romantic poets.

Can anybody tell me what the Romantic poets were all about?

Poetry's pretty boring, isn't it?

Chloe?

Don't care, miss, sorry.

Okay.

Dido.

Got the case?

Thank you.

Blaney's on the move.

He's left a class, where's he going?

Malcolm?

I've lost him.

So you're with her and not with me

I hope she's sweet and so pretty

I hear she cooks delightfully,

Dido has written a romantic poem.

She's complimenting an ex-boyfriend on his new lover.

Or is she?

Chloe?

No, she's not.

Yeah, but she says this girl's great,

she's a wonderful cook.

She doesn't mean it, miss.

When you see her sweet smile, baby,

don't think of me.

Follow the logic running through this poem.

What's the theme?

Yes, Daniella?

Everything Dido's saying

is like the opposite of what she means.

Yes, when she says, don't think of me,

she really wants him to be thinking about her.

She never wants him to forget about her.

Exactly!

Right.

I want you to write a love poem like Dido's.

Like you have to mean the opposite of what you're saying.

I love you when you mean I hate you,

and the other way around.

Where are you going, miss?

Er, just get writing.

I'm I'm gonna asking Mr. Williams next door

to listen out for you.

So if you play up, I'll know about it.

Believe me.

I don't like her being out of sight.

D'you think he could be leading her?

Do you think it's a setup?

Tom?

Come on, son.

I got you a drink.

Go away.

What's the deal out there?

She's okay.

She's okay, pulling back.

Okay, Peter, you don't have

to talk about it if you don't want to.

I never even looked at them.

I keep my head down and sometimes they don't notice you.

But this time they went for you?

It's safer in here.

Peter.

My dad, he knows karate and self-defense.

He's gonna come down here and Jason Sweeney

and that lot will wish they were dead!

My dad'll sort it out.

Peter, we've got a bit of a problem.

You see, if Mr. Blaney and I are caught outside

instead of in there teaching,

then, well, we'll both be for it, won't we?

I don't really want to lose this job,

I go back to my old one.

You ever tried plucking chickens?

There's just no upside.

How about we both bunk off early

and I'll give you a lift home if you'd like?

Okay.

Hi, Mrs. Ellis, I'm Jane Graham.

I'm Peter's English teacher.

There was a little bit of bother at school.

Have you got a minute?

It's not a good time.

Right.

Is Peter's father at home?

My dad works long hours, miss.

I have to get on.

Thanks for bringing him home.

That's all right.

Auntie Doris?

We're about to raid Red Cry.

I'm on my way.

So where's this Gordon Blaney, then?

I thought we had trust.

You want Blaney to be the spokesman for the SFM?

Yeah, I mean, that's really what this is about, isn't it?

Be quiet.

If you guys are about to declare war,

I'm the man to get your message into the nationals.

I'm the safe link you've been looking for.

Then why the stud?

What?

The stud.

I haven't seen you wear one before.

Someone tell me he's worn a stud before.

Definitely.

Great, another paranoid.

What are you talking about, I've always worn one.

He's clean, Johnny.

Look, you wanna see it?

Make you happy?

What's this coating?

It's a cheap job off the market.

What is it, some kind of bugging device?

Actually, it's just a cheap job off the market.

Well it's got Johnny's mind racing.

That's not good.

Stand by, all units.

Three vehicles evenly positioned.

Perfect for triangulating target mics!

Come again?

Control vehicle across the street!

This is a damn setup!

We're not doing this.

Is he high or something?

We're not doing this!

Oh, come on!

We run a newspaper.

I thought you might like to interview

an activist from the old days.

That's all.

I've changed my mind.

There's no job for you, mate.

Don't call again.

Shame.

Backup.

Please put your hands on your heads, all of you.

Impound these computers.

It was just an ear stud, you paranoid twit.

Jane!

What?

I know I stand for everything that you hate.

But I want you to help me,

because it's important to everybody in this country.

Crowe phones me from time to time.

Always wanting to recruit me, all that bollocks.

I told him what I'd seen.

You told him you saw us get burnt.

But I didn't do the burning!

I'm not involved in any of that stuff.

Then what's this?

School trip to Leeds?

What the hell's?

No, that's not me.

That can't be me!

You're setting me up!

And the nail bombs?

And that WPC in '85?

You hacked into her, didn't you?

In a very real sense.

Your bosses feed you crap,

and you wolf it down and come back for seconds!

I charged a few riot shields ♪

and you decide I'm a psychopath!

We know you were tampering with hard drives in the school.

I was installing modems!

All right.

Okay.

I want to know what you think, Gordon.

I think whoever's playing you is playing you good,

cause you're not only barking up the wrong tree,

you're in the wrong flaming forest!

For the record, I teach!

And I wasn't playing at it, Jane.

I was doing it for real.

What's real for you, eh?

Do any of you people know what reality is?

I won't need you anymore.

Then what about this week's?

Under the newspaper.

Night.

Oh, and don't forget, if you say a word to anyone,

I can make it so you won't even

be able to get a library card.

You're doing great, Noah.

Bypass the trunk codes.

I can't get past this firewall.

There's nothing that MI5

can build that my boy can't get over.

What can you tell me about this defense system?

Think carefully.

It attacks foreign codes,

like white blood cells in the body.

Excellent.

So, er.

So if we send in a decoy code,

then maybe their system will attack it so heavily

that it'll leave a hole somewhere for us to slip through.

That's my boy!

What is it?

The firewall's under attack.

I'm looking for weaknesses in the main system.

Found one!

Isolate.

Don't let them in, Colin!

I can't get through.

Ten seconds!

Wait.

Five.

There's a bypass for internal phone lines.

Three.

Two.

One.

The Angel of Death is over us.

We're in their mainframe.

This is is as close as we'll ever get

to the Inner Sanctum without getting

access to their own computers.

Let's start the ball rolling.

You bet, Dad.

Don't believe this, not again!

It's not possible!

94, 94.

House number what number does Blaney live at?

26.

Come on, folks!

Anyone, number 94.

Maybe the SFM numbered their agents.

Yes, Zoe, get on it.

Periodic Table.

94, 94.

Kissed a fella, by mistake she kissed a snake!

How many doctors does she need?

One, two, three, four--

Shit!

How high?

60, 70 grams.

Radioactive as hell.

Danny, the school's a radioactive hot zone.

We need to evac to a minimum two clicks.

Pull everyone out, everyone at once!

It's Chernobyl out there!

I can't leave everything!

A Geiger scrambler.

This little beauty confuses scintillation counters.

Makes them read like hot potatoes.

Where did you get this?

Dissident CIA?

Eastern Europe?

Toys R Us?

You can't play dumb, Gordon.

You were in that shed.

Not alone.

Did you find their Inner Sanctum codes?

Yeah, they made it easy.

The terminals were still on.

We have access to every part of you.

Even the Inner Sanctum.

We will now download everything.

We will expose every one of your dirty secrets.

Your people will be free and Olympus will crumble.

Good riddance.

Hello?

Clearing you now.

We've got Cleopatra's on the squawk box,

I'm patching her through.

Cleopatra to control.

Reinstating contact, do you read me?

Good to hear you Cleopatra,

after two days we thought we'd lost you!

I'm alive, but I'm the only one.

Anthony's dead.

Please advise.

Standby, we're having technical difficulties.

Harry, what do I do?

Nothing.

We're sitting ducks.

This is it!

Zoe.

Tom.

Peter was at the IT fair, but--

It's okay, I'm already there.

On my way.

Do we have anything at all?

Couple of minutes and they'll be

in the Inner Sanctum in minutes.

Then they can start wiping us out.

Control!

Sit tight, Cleopatra, and observe radio silence.

You're on your own for now.

Pip's an idiot.

His whole life is controlled

by the will of this rotten convict.

What are the spiders doing, Peter?

They carry binary information.

Once they're all assembled, they'll wipe you out.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

You never know what might happen.

My name's Noah Gleeson, by the way.

I've been the one in charge.

Zeus spoke and nodded with his darkish brows, yes?

What?

In the original translation,

is the son of Kronos spoke and nodded with his darkish brow.

Zeus was a son of Kronos, Kronos was a powerful Titan,

but his son became even more powerful.

In a sense, it's a reference to a powerful child.

And there I was getting worried.

Sometimes you just need one more factor.

I thought, seeing as you were interested in this boy.

Look, Put it all together,

Greece, Titans, Kronos, spiders, fathers and sons, the lot,

and you get something.

What?

This is an old surveillance recording

I had sent up from the registry.

It's from a farmhouse in Greece 18 months ago,

a mountain place near the Albanian border

called Titan's Reach.

The web!

You've ruined it!

You've ruined it!

That was Noah Gleeson, recorded by an officer

with a surveillance mic outside the farmhouse.

Noah Gleeson, son of Victor Gleeson.

You've been leading us astray.

Why?

Why not?

What else is there to do?

Victor Gleeson was our man in Athens.

Only relative, his son, Noah.

They had apartments in the embassy compound.

You'd heard of Noah, hadn't you, Danny?

Boy was a computer genius.

Destined for great things.

He worshiped his father.

Victor's cover was working for the embassy,

when in fact he was working

undercover with some Albanian terrorists.

Well, he slipped up, somehow.

And they kidnapped him and Noah 18 months ago.

They'll rescue us, Noah!

Cheer up, my boy.

Noah!

We wanted to go in, but we were afraid of hurting the boy.

Victor was killed.

But we escaped.

Dad and I got away.

We've been controlling everything.

We've been hacking into you for months,

setting you up big-time.

You set up Gordon Blaney, too, didn't you?

We found him on the old police records.

Teacher who'd been in trouble, perfect!

We rigged the computer at the IT fair.

We knew you'd go for him.

I'd already cheated myself a place at Highdale.

We knew you'd put an officer in the school.

But more, more than that.

You knew that we'd surround

the area with surveillance technology.

Computers tapping right to the heart of the Grid.

So you were so smart

that you got hold of all this amazing stuff and then.

What, you used it to attack us?

My dad could've been killed because of MI5!

And just because their stupid plan went wrong,

they don't even want to know him!

He's a hero!

And I'm doing this for you too, you know.

They don't care about you.

You're just a gadget,

like the Geiger scrambler.

Soon all the agents around the world can come home.

Zoe, the kid's dad was killed and he blames us.

He's in a psychotic state.

Go slow with him.

Noah, if you take those files and expose all our officers,

then who's to say what happened

to your father won't happen to them?

My dad got away.

They will, too.

Oh, God, Noah, you're wrong.

We've got an agent trapped in the desert because of this.

She's lost and alone and totally cut off

from everything because of you.

Bring her home, then.

We can't bring her home.

Well, I didn't send her, did I?

No, no, you didn't send her.

She chose to go.

Like your father chose

to go to Greece, like he chose to work for MI5.

Spiders are ready.

Noah, you've done an incredible thing.

But I know that you don't want to see good people die.

Noah, help me bring her home.

Noah.

Don't be scared, you've done all you can.

Mission aborted.

Let us bring her home.

No choice, mate.

Cleopatra, this is Control.

I can give you safe house coordinates now!

Thank God!

What about Blaney?

He's been relocated, with our apologies.

He gets book tokens, I think.

It's amazing.

We spend billions against the drug cartels and the Iraqis,

and yet we're almost brought down

by one pathologically traumatized child genius.

All the things that Victor knew,

and that little boy absorbed it.

It's a wonder his head didn't explode.

It did.

Blaney asked me what was real for us.

The games, the role-playing.

We have no anchorage in our lives.

Where do we run except inside ourselves?

Time to go.

Don't think of me.

You see, you always knew

where you were with a public school traitor.

Just look for the 16-year-old pipe-smoking sodomite

with a copy of EM Forster under his arm.

He was Victor Gleeson's son,

so make sure he gets the very best of everything.

Poor, poor boy.

Mate in 32.

You haven't looked at me in days.

You don't have to make your mind up now,

about whether it's worth the risk.

I've made up my mind.

Just remember the spider, my boy.

When her web is destroyed, what does she do?

She spins a new one,

even more beautiful, even more complex.

And she catches many flies.