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Oh, shit.

Bad dream?

Something like that, yeah.

You won't find the answers in there.

You said Coake was making a map.

Coake is a talker, not one to write things down.

This, erm... This is the wrong approach.

You always this forward with people you don't know?

I do know you. You're like me.

You want to control what can't be.

Once you know how it works, then it can't hurt you, right?

I've been hurt plenty.

My mother was born under the midnight sun.

People come to this place and think it never changes,

but every year it's made and unmade.

So, no two people stand on the same Pole.

Have you been there?

To the Pole?

Ahh, no. This was meant to be adventure enough for me.

Not really the rugged explorer type, you know.

But her people, when they travelled,

they relied on spirit guides to show them the way.

They divided the world into three realms...

the surface, the sky, and what lies beneath,

and they would listen for the wisdom of those who went before.

Their ancestors.

Exactly.

I said it was a good name.

Yeah.

It's a nice image, but science and stories aren't the same thing.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps what you need isn't a map, it's a guide.

Control, we've got alarms all over the place here.

The umbilical's under stress and there's some kind of disruption in the water.

Shit. Shit, we're los--

Shit. Shit, we're--

Shit, we're--

Control, you getting this? We've got a big problem here!

Control, you getting this? We've got a big problem here!

You alright? Fulmer, you okay?

Fulmer, you alright?

Fulmer?

What the fuck--

Jesus Christ. Fulmer? Fulmer, you awake?

Magnus, we need some help in here!

- What happened? - I don't know. He just went down.

- Need to get him to the Med-Bay. - Can you hear me?

Rose and Murchison to the Med-Bay, immediately.

Medical assistance required.

I repeat, Rose and Murchison to the Med-Bay immediately.

Medical assistance required.

- What is it? - Your guy went down hard.

Did you see what he was doing?

Listening to the rover logs from the attack.

He went down right as the sonar pulse went off.

It affected him the first time as well.

It's his connection to that thing. It has to be.

You thinking trouble?

Maybe.

Or an opportunity.

We still need to find that data drive.

Cameron must have hidden it somewhere.

But there's no way he's gonna let either of us get near him.

Not us.

Maybe someone else.

Alright, let's take him.

Hot food and drink are available in Bay Seven.

Hot food and drink are available in Bay Seven.

Back up at the gate.

Cat!

I've been all the way down and back, every tent.

No one has seen Kacey.

Nothing on this side, either. I mean, most people I spoke to

don't even know where their own families are.

So, what are we gonna do now? We've been everywhere.

Not everywhere.

The search continues this morning

for survivors of the North Sea tsunami, but rescuers say hope is fading

as concerns over fuel and energy supplies grow.

We'll be talking later...

Medical team to Bay Five.

Repeat, medical incident in Loading Bay Five.

At least they've stopped bringing them in. That's gotta be a good sign, yeah?

It's a standard emergency response. They've moved from rescue to recovery.

What's the difference?

Well, it means the people that they bring in now

are more likely to end up in here, in storage, rather than back there.

I've checked with Doctor Sail.

These ones here are still to be identified.

No. Cat, surely somebody else could--

You don't have to do everything yourself, Cat.

Not everything. Only this.

Right. Right, okay.

And, er...

only me, this time.

I'll wait. I'll be just here.

Christ. We're walking with bloody ghosts here.

- Come on. - You okay?

Med-Bay's just round here.

Look, I'm alright. I'm alright.

Whoa!

Didn't trip or slip?

No. Fine one minute, then timber. He smacked his head too.

Least now I know the answer to that "tree in the forest" thing.

You might not hear it, but it hurts like a bitch.

Full check, then write it up.

Not worth taking chances with head injuries.

Look at me.

We'll, er, leave you to it.

No free rides here, pal.

Didn't think I'd find you here.

Not had enough of tight spaces?

Could ask you the same thing.

I bet you're wishing you signed that NDA now, eh?

Coake's deal? Nah.

You trust that guy and bad shit happens.

Ah, sounds like you had a taste of that back on the Bravo?

That wave never would've happened

if he wasn't playing chicken with the Ancestor.

He managed to leave that part out when he got back.

Magnus needs to speak to you, man.

Your friends, they still haven't reckoned with who Coake really is.

Aye, they think they can outsmart him.

Catch him out.

Even if they do, it won't matter.

He won't stop. Not unless someone stops him.

Well, there's nothing obvious that I can see.

Vitals seem normal, no sign of concussion.

No injury from the fall.

There's not much more I can do.

It's okay. Thanks.

Cheers, Murch. Appreciate it.

What were you doing when it happened?

Helping, like you said you wanted.

The rover missions were part of Coake's plan for hunting the Ancestor.

I thought there might've been something in there we'd missed.

- And? - I don't know.

There was the sonar pulse and the ringing,

and then there was this other sound.

I thought it was the tape, but then it was in my head.

What kind of sound?

It wasn't just one, okay.

It was lots, all on top of each other,

and it was a fucking mess, just like the visions.

Baz always said we had to listen.

If this is part of the Ancestor's message, part of it trying to be heard,

then maybe you could message back to it.

You mean you might be able to.

That's not fair.

This connection is the best chance we have of actually establishing contact.

If we can do that, we might be able to stop further attacks.

You might be convinced that this is your fight.

That doesn't make it ours.

Easter and Cameron nearly died down on that rover.

- Magnus and me on the ice. - Why'd you stay, then?

- You could've left with the rest of them. - I stayed because of you.

This isn't about you and me. This is bigger than that.

It's nice to hear you finally say it.

She weren't there.

Well, that's good. That's what you want, right?

Means she's out there somewhere. Doesn't it?

Yeah, but... by the end...

every one...

I wanted it to be her...

cos at least then I'd know. You know?

So, what the fuck does that make me?

You didn't give up.

And that makes you better than most.

My family don't even know when I'm home.

They don't know when I'm away.

They're far away, safe from all of this,

and I doubt they've even stopped to think that I'm not.

I let it-- I let all that drift away, bit by bit,

thinking, you know, it's not too far away.

I'll get my shit together soon,

make an effort.

But it's a trick of the horizon.

You think,

"I can still see 'em,"

but they're already long gone.

Yeah, royally fucked that one up.

Don't act too surprised, will you?

Well...

if you're looking for sympathy for absent fathers...

Hell, no.

Wouldn't know what to do with it.

You didn't fancy staying up with them, then?

Plenty of mess down here without adding to the one up there.

Where'd you get to on the encrypted files?

Pretty far, actually.

Got to the last security block when Fulmer went down.

And so now, all I have to do is...

this.

Open sesame.

Looks like, er, Arctic procurement archive,

erm, board papers, corporate strategy briefings.

I'm not seeing anything on the Ancestor yet, but...

this stuff definitely ain't for public consumption.

At least we're getting somewhere.

Shall we show it to Rose?

Let's clean it up first.

See exactly how many needles they've been hiding in the haystack.

Gotcha.

Have you spoken to Easter since the attack?

Er... not much.

Been focused on this. Erm, he seemed fine, though.

They always do, until they're not.

Don't leave it too late.

Journalists are reminded to stay within the media area.

Please do not attempt to enter Medical or Restricted areas...

Mr. York. This way, sir.

Okay. How we looking?

- We're good, yeah. - Thank you.

The media tent is next door.

We're keeping the press back here. It's this way, sir.

Danni, 'morning. 'Morning.

- You get some sleep? - More than you, I'll bet.

We all have our burdens to bear. How's the call sheet?

Long. Energy Minister, Prime Minister,

US Energy Secretary, Saudis and Russians.

A full house. Anyone would think the sky had fallen.

Is your family all okay?

They're fine. Holiday in Spain, if you can believe it.

They're more worried about me.

You're doing well.

Right now, we keep our heads down, try to stay ahead of it.

That's more than enough for anyone.

Thanks. Also,

Darian York is here.

Sorry.

He insisted.

Managing to stay comfortable?

Not as much as you, I'd be willing to bet.

Well, the company put me up in a hotel outside the impact zone.

Not exactly luxury living, but it's nice enough.

Shame you're not there too. They do a lovely breakfast.

I try to stay where I'm useful.

Makes sense, it's good optics.

Speaking of, your girl did very well in the press conference.

- Even I believe her. - She's not a girl.

- And I told you she would. - Careful.

I'm almost getting the slight impression you'd rather I wasn't here.

I'll have to try harder.

It's funny.

But the board is watching very carefully.

If there are any further complications,

there could come a time when consistency must give way to necessity.

Darian, your dad's money

might create the idea that you own this company, but you don't.

You're one of a diverse range of investors.

So, if you're here on serious business,

tell me what it is and let me get it for you.

You found the map to the heart?

Not that. Something else.

Coake and Lennox told us the Stac is a prototype, right? A testing facility.

Yeah, for deep sea mining.

That's the "what." This is the "what comes next."

This data shows that what's going on is much bigger than we thought.

It's not just one mining site. They're after the whole region,

even the places they can't reach yet cos of the ice.

They're trying to grab as many of the rights as possible...

mining, oil, shipping, processing, the lot.

Exactly. Ports, refineries, construction yards, you name it.

All the infrastructure you need to strip this place down to the bones.

They're not the only ones either.

You see that document on the right-hand side?

That says that there's an international licensing auction

due to start in three days. It isn't just Pictor.

All the majors are out here fighting for every scrap of sea and ice they can get.

Strategic planning at this level goes decades ahead.

It's no surprise Pictor are looking at this.

But look at the world they're planning for.

Lennox said she wants Pictor to lead on decarbonisation

and green energy, be part of the solution.

- This isn't a plan for any of that. - This is a plan for when it all melts.

That doesn't mean she's not fighting against it.

You don't turn a tanker like Pictor on a dime.

Doesn't look like she's turning it at all.

This isn't what we're here to do.

You're supposed to be looking for information

on the Ancestor so we can protect it, not playing corporate detectives.

It helps to have the full picture.

Yeah, well, this isn't it.

So, how 'bout we all get back to work and then you come tell me

when you've got something we can actually use. Okay?

When that ice is gone, we don't just get what's underneath.

We open up all of Greenland

and the whole northern coasts of Canada and Russia for extraction.

Sea and land.

Oil, gas, mining, gold, Uranium, it is all there.

And we instantly cut the shipping time from China to Europe.

Do you understand what that is worth?

I know how much it will cost.

Less than you stand to lose if the licensing deal falls through.

I know that you have never been 100% behind our plans for the Arctic.

I'd hate to think that all these interruptions

would further dilute your focus.

If you are here to question my commitment,

you've picked the wrong week to do it.

So, unless you had another reason for coming--

Only to impress upon you that the board is watching.

Business goes on, just like life.

Then I appreciate your attention, but mine is needed elsewhere.

And Darian,

next time you've got something to impress on me,

feel free to call.

I'd hate for you to waste your time, given how very valuable it is.

Heard you took a fall.

I'm alright for a nurse, thanks.

I know you all think of me as a monster,

but I've seen what that thing inside you can do to a person.

It saved Baz's life. Mine, too.

And killed a lot more.

Or did you think I didn't lose anyone when that wave hit, too?

You want to blame it all on me, fine.

But when we first found it,

before we knew what it was capable of...

these first guys, my guys...

You don't forget that, not for a long time.

When was this?

Before the Charlie.

When we started the mining trials, it came at us unprovoked.

That's why I had you separated when you came on board.

Turns out Cat wasn't infected, whereas you...

Well, that's not exactly breaking news.

No? Well, here's some: healing's just the start,

like a tick numbing the pain as it burrows into your flesh.

Next come the headaches, fainting,

hearing strange sounds, visions...

Once it gets to that stage, there's not long to go.

Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying.

Rose will figure it out.

You sure?

Seems to me she'd rather use it. Or let it use you.

Whereas I can get it out.

What are you talking about?

After the first incidents, we developed a treatment.

It's a shot that can drive foreign organisms out of the host,

the same way it does.

We haven't had time to mass-produce it yet,

but I've got some doses on board for emergencies.

Keeping them back for yourself, just in case.

It has no problem fighting back.

If I was you, I wouldn't either.

Harish spent all night getting that data. You could've heard him out.

Heard what?

That oil companies act aggressively to secure new markets?

Cos that's hardly a revelation.

It could've been a shot across their bow, if we could get it out.

It's not enough.

Lennox said we need to gather evidence on the Ancestor

so that when we do tell the world, we can convince them it's not a threat.

That's the only way to stop people like Coake from trying to kill it.

What kind of evidence?

I don't know.

Finding this heart, maybe.

But whatever it is, it has to be undeniable.

Otherwise, we'll only strengthen those who are trying to kill it

and risk unleashing something even worse.

I know...

you think what happened before was your fault,

with the wave. It wasn't.

It doesn't matter whose fault it was. Don't you get it?

Coake's right. It isn't about before.

It's about what comes next. Extinction!

That was the Ancestor's warning.

That may be true, but from where I'm sitting,

all this guilt feels a lot like anger.

It's no way to run a team.

I told you this before, you're not my boss.

What about your friend?

If your crew are afraid, they'll never open up.

That's the mistake Coake makes.

If he's the one making mistakes, how come he's always one fucking step ahead?

We're losing, Magnus. We're losing this fight,

and we don't have time for your peacemaker approach.

Help me!

Help!

They can't keep this up. It's like a fucking war zone.

...equipment. Resources are limited.

- Yeah, almost. - I need some help!

It hurts! Nurse. Nurse!

Hey, hey-up, mate. You alright?

- Where's the doctor? - Just stay strong, and I'll be right back.

Hey, hey. It's okay. You're gonna take a breath with me, okay?

In... and out.

In... and out.

Okay. This is hard.

No point pretending it's not.

You're doing great.

I'm Cat. What's your name?

- It's Beth. - Okay, Beth.

You keep breathing in... and out.

And then after, we're gonna get up,

and I'm gonna help you with this guy next door, yeah?

Yeah, I'm trying, it's just there's so many--

I know. But we can only do one at a time.

But you don't have to do it alone. Okay, Beth?

In...

Doctor's busy with another patient. I tried--

It's alright, I've got this. You can help, too.

No. I'm no nurse. I'm not brave enough for that.

No, but you're good at getting angry, so get angry.

Cos these people need to know why they're here and whose fault all this is.

What about Kacey?

She'd say... we fix the problems in front of us, one at a time.

That's the only way to keep going.

Okay. I'm ready.

Good. Here we go.

Okay, let's get some fluids into him.

Lost something?

Could be about to.

You want to watch your temper.

People make mistakes when they're worked up. Big ones.

Where's Cameron?

You're the clever one. You figure it out.

Don't test me.

Love you too, man.

It's not in his locker.

So, where is he now? I can't find him anywhere.

Probably down ore processing, he knows there's no coverage there.

You've been watching us this whole time?

Just like you've been doing. Without even knowing it.

What do you mean?

How do you think it knew to attack the second rover?

As long as you're still connected, you're a risk to everyone.

Your friends included.

But you don't have to be.

Unless you like having the wee squirmy bastard up in your juices?

Funny.

The way I remember it, it was you squirming out on the ice.

Watch it.

There's always another way to cut you off.

I'm guessing this isn't in the kindness of your heart kinda deal.

So, what do you need from me?

Not from you, from Cameron.

He took something from the crashed rover. A data log.

Pointing you to the heart of the Ancestor? They know all about it.

That's not all that's on there.

You get it for me. You get the blocker, you can go.

That's what you want, isn't it?

Then all this'll be nothing more than a bad dream.

Any suggestions on how?

I'm sure you'll think of something.

Been looking for you. I'm not the only one.

Oh, yeah?

Ran into Bremner in the dive store.

Worse things happen at sea. Isn't that the saying?

Yeah, nothing I can't handle.

He busted up your locker, though. Seems to think you're hiding something.

From him?

Many, many things.

Anything you want to share?

Me and my brother,

when we were kids, we were always looking for places to hide.

He was younger, but I was smaller.

Meant I could fit into the wee dark places he couldn't.

So... And when my Da came home, stinking of booze,

he always got the worst of it.

Battered and bruised.

And then there's us, spinning some story

the next day at school about what happened.

Because of who you are?

Nah, because of who he was.

A bully.

And that's all the reason he needed.

But that's not the worst of it. Nah.

Cos I know now, like when we went to school,

or when we were with the rest of our family,

and we told them our wee stories,

they all knew. And do you know what they did?

I can guess.

Nah...

Not a single fucking thing.

You know what the worst piece of advice I ever got?

"When you've got a bully, just ignore them and they'll go away."

And they never do.

But everyone else does

until it's just you, alone, hiding in the dark.

Where's your brother now?

That team that Coake sent out there. They died in that dark.

Could've been us, too. Your friends on the Bravo. The Charlie.

Sooner or later, he's gonna pay for that,

and anyone else who helps him.

Seems like a fair swap to me.

What you doing down here?

Ah, still looking for clues about this heart of the Ancestor.

Fulmer was helping earlier, but then he...

Yeah, I heard. Is he okay?

I wouldn't get involved. It's complicated.

Coming from you, that's a warning worth listening to.

Yeah, thank you.

Mind if I have a go?

Er, yeah, knock yourself out.

Hey. You seen Cameron?

Who's asking?

Magnus wants him.

Find out if he knows any more about Coake's plan.

He's down there.

But unless it's urgent, I wouldn't.

Do you think he'll get it?

Let's not leave it to chance.

Once he's out, you go in.

You know what I like about diving?

Never tried it.

Well, it's based on trust.

You're out there, all alone,

and the literal weight of the world pushing in on you.

The only thing stopping it from crushing you

is the guy on the other end, working the levels.

But if his focus drifts for just a second...

yeah, if he gets distracted...

What's that?

Well, if you don't know, you won't mind if I do this.

It's not what you think.

I knew he'd send someone after it.

Didn't think it would be you,

- not that it matters. - Wait!

That drive is the only record of what happened to the survey team.

You destroy it and they'll cover it up,

just like us on the Bravo.

Coake'll get away with it again.

And if I give it to you, are you gonna take him down?

No. Not me.

I'm tired and I'm scared, and I didn't ask for any of this.

Same as you.

What about your friends?

They'll see it through.

They always do.

If you're lying... I'll know.

Have you listened to this?

To what?

Weird.

Definitely.

A whale, maybe?

If that's a whale, I must have missed that episode of Attenborough.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna loop it. There.

It's like music.

Yeah.

Or a signal.

It's got to be the Ancestor.

We'll be right down.

They've got something to show us in the Gallery.

Progress?

Sounds like it.

Should we get Fulmer, too?

If he still wants to be involved, he can find us.

Told you it was a promise.

And you just gave away the last thing stopping me doing this.

Diver, dumbass.

You want to choke me, you'll have to do better than that.

Watch me.

Open this fucking door!

- Can I help you? - Where's your boss?

She owes me a chat.

Ms. Lennox is in a private meeting at the moment.

Oh, private, yeah, yeah. Well, if she won't speak to me,

then maybe I'll go and talk to those reporters outside.

Tell 'em what really went on out there.

That'd be unwise, given the circumstances.

And what fucking circumstances is that?

There's someone here to see you, someone you've been looking for.

You said you wanted to tell Dunlin's widow yourself. Now you can.

All deliveries must pass through inspection.

Drivers must not proceed into the camp until cleared by...

The deal still holds.

You give Anna Dunlin the letters,

but you stick to the script.

Or she gets nothing and you get the lawyers.

You proud of that?

I gave up on pride a long time ago.

It shows.

Er, hello, erm...

- You must be Hutton. - Yeah.

He told me about you.

Nothing good, I suppose.

You might be surprised.

- Sit. - Yeah.

I, er...

- I'm-- - Sorry for my loss?

I've had that already with them.

It's not what I need from you.

No, no. Guess not.

Grant used to call me every day.

same time, every time.

They told me he died in the wave,

but he stopped calling before that.

So, what really happened?

He died trying to save someone else.

All of us.

- And it should never have happened. - No.

It never shoulda happened, but it did!

Why?

I...

You can't tell me.

No, I don't suppose you can.

Certainly not here.

Perhaps you can help with this, then.

What am I suppose tell my sons about their father when I leave here?

Other than he's never coming back.

You... you know how he felt about writing letters, right?

Er...

he left these.

For you all.

I'd tell them...

that he was brave...

kind...

smart, a better man than me.

Far better.

And I'd tell 'em that he didn't deserve it.

None of them did.

Ready?

- Ready. - Ready.

What is it?

I don't know for sure, but it's there at the rover attack,

and it's there when the survey team get cut off.

This could really be something. Baz said we had to listen.

Maybe this signal was what he was talking about.

It's what Fulmer was listening to when he blacked out, too.

If it triggers the visions, then maybe--

This signal, whatever it is...

could it be what it's trying to say?

If we can figure out what it means,

we might finally be able to make contact.

Did you get it?

No cameras?

Plausible deniability.

You might want to learn that phrase. Hand it over.

Blocker first. That was the deal.

There we go.

As promised. Your turn.

You never said what else was on it.

Surprised at your sudden interest. I thought all you wanted was to get away.

I want the truth first.

Give me the drive and I'll show you.

But don't say I didn't warn you.

They've been through these?

I had to.

And you can't tell me what really happened.

Because then we'll get nothing.

Thank you.

If there's anything else I can do for you.

I don't care about the money.

I don't care about Pictor.

You want to do something for me?

I'm listening.

You fuck them!

Whatever it takes, fuck them.

You tell the world how my husband died and why.

That's what you can do for me.

Then I'll know he was right about you.

Thank you.

I'd like to be with my family now, please.

Of course.

And again, you have the deepest condolences of the company.

I can't imagine what you're going through.

Try.

A new list of registered camp residents will be posted

at the main gate in ten minutes. I repeat, ten minutes.

Where's Bremner?

Tying up loose ends.

This really worth all the lives it took to get it?

It'll save way more than it cost.

That's all that really matters in the end.

Feels a little different when the end is you.

Maybe.

Thing is to make sure it never is.

What the hell's this?

This is the drive from the second rover.

Fucking Cameron!

The spineless shit must've switched drives.

What happened to plausible deniability?

Sooner or later, we all have to get our hands dirty.

Thoughts?

It's not a whale.

- Told ya. - Alright.

Could it be the Ancestor?

It stands to reason... the timing, the pattern.

This kind of sound is appropriate for an organism that lives in the deep ocean.

Any idea what it could be saying?

Ah, that is a different question.

But do you?

There's a story I know about a man who thought he could talk to bears.

He spent many seasons with them,

living closely,

seeing the same ones return each year.

For the bears he knew, fed them from his hand,

bathed in the water beside them.

But then one day, he met a bear he did not know...

and he tried to speak to it.

And what happened?

It killed him and ate him because it was a bear and he was not.

That's the, erm...

The Herzog documentary, Grizzly Man, right?

Yeah, yeah.

I enjoy the cinema.

So, you're saying, we can't speak back to it?

I am saying, to understand the mind of another creature

is a challenge that holds great risk.

It's hard enough to do it for another man.

Looking for me?

Ahh, hiding in the dark, is it?

You always were a fucking coward.

Maybe, but I'm not hiding anymore.

You knew it was out there when you sent them.

You knew what it could do.

It's never you on the front line though, is it?

Safe behind your fucking desk.

I wasn't always behind a desk.

Blood and oil, they always flow together,

and a company like Pictor doesn't get to where it is

without spilling plenty of both.

...so you may think you're fighting the good fight,

whatever the fuck that means, but remember this...

We always win.

Always.

Not this time.

You think that'll make a difference?

Nothing you do will ever make a difference.

Nothing!

Coake, Coake, put it down.

How's that for making a difference?

What have you done?