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- Still no? - Still no.

- Hey! - Listen... Teo, was it?

I honestly don't want this to happen, but it is going to

unless Iris helps me get into this briefcase

without damaging the contents.

So, do me a favour and ask her for me.

Monica... please do as he says.

That's not my name.

I am sorry, teo, I really am.

But he can't be allowed to have what he wants.

Miss brook, please don't let them.

That's not my name. And shush now.

No.

Please stop.! Stop! Leave him alone.

She's right. Stop!

How can you not care?

I don't know. I just...

- don't! - That is not true!

For god's sake, Cameron, don't be preposterous.

- Miss brook. - Calm down, everything is fine.

- Everything is not fine! - Come on, Iris!

Pull the trigger, or don't, nothing changes.

Miss brook!

Infinity minus one, joy. Don't be afraid.

That is such bullshit.

It's just a position she takes. Even she doesn't believe it.

I can assure you she very much does.

Please don't shoot. Please don't kill me.

Miss brook... She's right, I can't.

You do it.

No!

'Here comes that day

'here comes that day

'here comes the rain on your parade

'there's a price to pay

'for a life of insincerity

'and you pretend 'that it doesn't matter

'and that you're not scared

'here comes that day

'here comes that rain on your parade.'

This is two seconds to midnight and I'm Alfie bird.

Those who have checked out the conspiracy sphere

will already know we have had a slue of Iris sightings recently.

Grainy photographs from all over the world

showing women who might, just possibly might, be her.

All over the world, at the same time.

I mean, does that feel like a disinformation campaign to you?

Almost like someone is trying to make us look in the wrong places.

And who'd be doing something like that?

Could it be someone who don't wanna be found?

Like for instance, someone in hiding.

We only know one thing for certain.

With the reward now standing at four million Euros...

the real question is...

"who's gonna find her first?"

Buongiorno.

English?

- Si. - Ok.

Would you mind stepping back from the edge for me, please?

Why?

All I'm doing is looking at the sea.

What's that in your hand?

Give it to me, please.

Whoa!

Easy.

And to your knowledge, has she done this kind of thing before?

Not that I know of, but I will talk to her about it.

And, for the paperwork, you are?

I'm joy's tutor. Harriet brook.

And you live here?

No. I'm here mondays, wednesdays and every second Friday.

When will her parents be back home?

Guardians.

They're expected this evening.

Paris. Wedding anniversary.

Nice.

I'm sure they'll be in contact immediately, when they return.

I don't want to be rude,

but I really do feel I should be attending to joy.

Here are my details if you need them.

Thank you so much.

So, I suppose you were hoping to get their attention.

No.

I wasn't doing anything.

- Good. Cos it wouldn't have worked. - I was just looking at the sea.

Why not?

Because they don't like you very much.

- That's not... - What?

- A thing you can say. - I don't see why not?

And, anyway, the funny thing about trying

to erase yourself from existence, is...

it can't be done.

- That's definitely not true, is it? - It definitely is.

- Sylvia plath. That other woman. - Yes.

But the thing is, the universe is infinite...

And in an infinite space containing a finite number of particles,

any possible arrangement of those particles

must occur infinitely often.

Which means that there are infinitely many you's out there

and infinitely many me's.

Right.

So?

So...

If I were to slice open my carotid artery right here and now...

That would end this particular reality for me.

- Stop now! - But it doesn't matter.

Because infinity minus one is still infinity.

Which means all those infinite versions of me

would never experience that death.

So, I don't die. Because I can't.

The maths say so.

There is no murder, joy, and there is no suicide.

The mathematics say you have to exist.

So, the trick is to embrace that existence...

and enjoy yourself.

There, now. Who says maths can't be fun?

The parcel arrived a month ago

was picked up...

a certain Myrna loy.

- Probably not her real name. - Probably not

did she give an address?

No.

The parcel was meant to be picked up.

It's Monica.

Hi.

Shit.

Shit, what?

- Shit. - You said it.

They won't get an open coffin.

Looks like death was caused by an accident. Damn it.

We'll be running out of body bags before we run out of assholes.

Morning boss, how's the head?

As if it's been kicked by a donkey.

What do we have here?

Two traitors, tied up with wire.

Fingers, nose, toes and tongue cut off.

You found her.

Where was that taken?

Six weeks ago at a freight yard in cagliari.

She picked up a telescope.

You can go, thank you.

- An address? - Not yet.

There are several options.

A place near alghero looks promising.

Bernardo has gone to take a look.

Great.

If we go about it the right way,

it's a shitload of money.

We have to stay here and solve the emo case.

You go to alghero with Bernardo.

You can't be seen. Take the tourist ferry.

Find Iris Nixon.

Take her and do the deal.

Sell her to anybody who is interested.

What's on your mind?

Nothing. Why?

I suppose...

Why do we have to keep meeting here?

Well, we could always go to your place.

Yeah.

It's just...

I haven't even seen your apartment.

I feel like I don't know anything about you.

Well, there's basically nothing to know.

Well, that's just not true.

Why do you say that?

Have you been sniffing around my life?

Have you been following me?

Of course not! Jesus, Monica!

You're just very private.

I mean...

do you have brothers, sisters?

Have you ever been married before?

- Do you like movies? - Honestly, who cares?

I do!

God, you need to stop this, teo, you really do.

Why?

Because whoever you think I am, I'm not.

I wish I was, sometimes, but...

I'm just not.

Well, you know, everyone is hiding... Something.

Right?

The truth is, we don't know much about her.

Just that she was nobody much from nowhere much.

A woman with a brain the size of a planet.

Just drifting from low-paid job to low-paid job

without ever being noticed.

And that she was addicted to solving puzzles.

Quizzes. Cryptic crosswords.

Ciphers. Sudoku. Escape rooms.

Until...

"Well, she followed a mysterious online treasure hunt to Florence."

And disappeared

completely vanished.

Iris?

Iris, is it?

Welcome!

I'm Cameron.

Do you want a seat?

Thank you.

I know who you are. I read, er, wired magazine.

Well, actually, I don't, but I know who you are.

- Do you know what I do? - Not really. Well...

I mean, sort of. You're, basically,

like a venture capitalist, kind of thing.

I'm an investor. A private investor.

I don't want to be rude,

but isn't that just a nicer way of saying "venture capitalist?"

No.

Er, it's a grown-up way of saying "I'm excited by big ideas".

- And money, presumably. - No, money's not the point.

Money's a by-product that enables me to keep doing what I love.

Which is what?

Helping brilliant people do brilliant things.

Speaking of which, congratulations on winning this treasure hunt thing,

- which you just did, obviously. - Thank you.

And by a long way.

Days, actually.

Do you have any idea how many people took part?

- Nope. - Guess.

- Twelve. - 17 thousand!

Give or take.

And that includes teams from Oxford and Stanford,

crypto-security freaks, obsessives, hobbyists, nut jobs.

But here you are.

So... Yes?

Do I win something?

- Like what? - I don't know.

A chocolate factory?

Where's it come from, this aptitude with puzzles?

I don't know. I never gave it much thought.

I'm not sure I believe you there, Iris.

It seems to me you probably give everything a lot of thought.

Fine.

- Give me a number. - Between what and what?

- Any number. Just a number. - 1,729.

1,729 is the smallest number expressible

as the sum of two cubes in two different ways.

Ok.

Wow.

I can't take any credit for it. It's just how I was born.

Born where and to whom?

Nowhere much, to no-one much.

But I would imagine that you know this already.

What with all the due diligence.

So, you're a self-made woman.

Who owes her lack of success to nobody.

You could be out there earning millions!

Yeah, but to tell the truth...

I've never been all that interested.

But you know this whole treasure hunt thing

was, essentially, a job interview, right?

I mean, you must.

I like to recruit outliers.

And what an outlier's outlier you are!

Listen...

I really appreciate the interest, and everything,

but I'm not the person you're looking for.

I haven't told you what it is yet, or what it pays.

It won't matter.

- Jobs and I don't mix. - Why? You get bored?

Partly.

Is it a compulsion, then, solving puzzles?

Listen, I'm not a rubik's cube, Cameron. I'm not a crossword puzzle.

- You don't get to solve me. - No. I'm not trying to solve you.

I'm just trying to get you to come and work with me.

- Doing what? - Solving just, er...

an incredibly difficult puzzle.

Something no-one's been able to do.

What kind of puzzle?

One that matters.

"Matters" is a relative term. Some people think jazz matters.

Well, we're talking Newton-level matters.

Einstein. Oppenheimer.

Fundamental nature of underlying reality.

"Seeing the face of god" matters.

I'm really not interested.

My god, your pants are so on fire.

Ok, look... This is what I think we should do.

Come with me, see it for yourself.

And if it is still a no... Well, then, I tried.

So, is this your evil lair?

Pretty much. It's called caliburn.

- Do you actually live here? - Most of the time,

believe it or not.

It used to be some kind of government listening station.

The living quarters are upstairs.

They are quite snazzy, actually.

So, what are you hiding down here?

- We call him Charlie big potatoes. - Why?

Well, he's not small potatoes.

It's just a name.

No, it's not that.

You're diminishing it because it frightens you.

Yeah, he does a bit.

So, what exactly is it?

He's a topological quantum device.

Operating at very close to room temperature.

What does it use for qubits?

Majorana zero-mode quasiparticles.

That's a complex configuration...

Of electrons that can't suffer random errors. I know.

Yeah.

And what about those things, the... excrescences?

- They look organic. - Almost, but no.

He's using non-organic polymers to create neural pathways.

Capable of creative thought.

It's growing its own brain.

Well, we've all done it.

What's the use case?

To think thoughts that have yet to be thought.

What's the equivalent processing power?

Say, two million qubits.

That's not possible.

Well, like I say, brilliant people do brilliant things.

He's world-changing.

He is before and after.

He's the wheel.

Not long ago, he came up with a cure

for acute lymphoblastic leukaemia.

We asked him how he felt about it.

What did it say?

He didn't say anything.

He sang.

So, what's wrong with it?

And what's the puzzle that needs solving?

He's asleep.

And I need you to wake him up for me.

When where you planning on telling us?

About what?

- About the police? - What police?

The police who drove you home this morning.

- Who told you that? - Signora Antonio.

She's a liar.

She's a perfectly nice woman, actually.

And why would she lie?

Because she doesn't like me?

Has it ever occurred to you we could just call the police

- and ask them what happened? - Whatever.

What's the point, if you don't believe me anyway?

Ok. That's enough. Can you...

Can you go and do something useful, please.

She needs to see someone.

Who's left? An exorcist?

This is two seconds to midnight, and I am Alfie bird.

Check out the increased activity on the

find Iris Nixon crowd funding page.

The last time I looked, the metre stood

at just under 4.1 million Euros.

Someone pledged additional, wait for it, 200 grand.

Cameron. Just stop.

It almost makes me wonder...

Arghh!

Agh!

Arghh!

Agh!

Agh!

Agh!

- No! - Are you alone?

Are. You. Alone?!

Good. Excellent, you are.

Agh!

- Ok. - Agh!

Do you speak English?

Do. You. Speak. English?

Ok.

I'm getting a bit bored here. So, I think I'm gonna cut off your penis.

You do speak English, good.

Let's not worry about your penis for the moment.

Let's put your penis on the back burner.

Let's just, leave your penis where it is.

- Agh! - So, here's the good news.

You found me.

The bad news is:

Is that even if I don't cut your throat,

bleeding and shock is gonna kill you.

So, is that how you want your evening to end?

Good. So how about this?

I'll do something about the bleeding.

And you're gonna tell me what you're doing here,

who do you work for and how many of you there are?

How's that sound?

Si.

- Si! - Va bene.

Hey.

Stay.

Shit.

Vaffanculo!

Three, two...

Oi!

And this is Charlie's creator - Jensen.

Jensen's got a brain that's off the scale.

Jensen?

Off the scale.

What happened?

Mani.

Genius is madness on a good day.

Jensen ran out of good days.

He mustn't wake up. He mustn't wake up.

He gave Charlie everything he had.

And I think he came to hate him for it.

And he's been like this ever since.

All we need to get the machine up and running again,

is to enter an activation sequence.

A password, basically.

Well, yes, except it's an extremely complicated password.

That Jensen enciphered in this.

It's his diary.

Using an encryption system, that only he understands.

And nobodies being able to break it.

Have they, Jensen?

Not yet!

So, if you can decipher the password,

we can get Charlie operational again, and...

bob's your uncle.

So, why all the sneaking around with treasure hunts?

Why not advertise the job like a normal human being?

Because nobody can know about this.

Not under any circumstances. Not ever.

I got carried away by the possibilities.

I burned through my capital, over leveraged.

So, I had to go and find the money.

A silent investor.

- What kind of investor? - Well...

you know the sort of investor

where you can borrow several billion us dollars

in exchange for exclusive access to a piece of technology

that's gonna make them even richer,

but when you don't deliver, they basically laugh it off

and chalk it up to experience

and don't murder you in terrible, terrible, unimaginable ways?

Yeah?

That's not the sort of investor I went to.

I need you to wake Charlie up for me, Iris.

Or they're gonna kill me.

There's no murder, there's no suicide, not mathematically.

There's no murder, there's no suicide, not mathematically.

Urgh!

Urgh!

Don't ask who we are.

All you need to know is, we've found Iris Nixon's place.

And we want your money.

Do you have Iris?

Not yet. I want to see the money in escrow.

When she returns, we'll bring her in.

Let's make this simpler for you.

What we need you to do is find a book she stole from us.

What kind of book?

If you can find this, the money's yours.

A disc.

Hey!

Iris Nixon! Stop!