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- How about some privacy, eh?

Cheeky
woolly bastard.

- See anything?

- No.

- Fucking Hebrides, eh?

My ma would always
go on about them,

the rugged beauty and so forth.

Bollocks. Arse-end
of fucking nowhere.

- Good spot for a prison.

- Aye. There is that.

Still, two days we've been
humping up and down this rock.

If there was a prison here,
we would have found it.

- Well, it's secret, innit?

Hush-hush.

Stands to reason it's hidden.

- It's the Outer
fucking Hebrides!

You could piss on
Greenland from here.

How much more hidden do ye want?

- Fox thinks it's here.
- Thinks?

He's not certain?

- Well, he's only heard
rumors of the place.

- Explains why I
don't see him sleeping

in the damp getting ball-rot.

No. No doubt he's cozy

in his wee lab
with a cup of tea.

- No doubt.

You better not finish all
those fucking biscuits.

- If you ask me, this whole
plan was fucked to begin with.

- That's why no one asked you.

- See you break
this girl Zahra's da

out of this secret bloody
quod, and then what?

She forgives you for
kidnapping him ten years ago?

And you sail off
into the sunset, aye?

- Something wrong with that?

- It's just it's a
fucking fairy tale, mate.

- It's somethin' I have to do.

End of discussion.

- Poor muff-struck bastard.

I'm finishing these biscuits.

You see anything?

- No.

- Ohh...

- You fucking kiddin' me?

Yeah, are you followin' me?

If I see you again...

I'm gonna turn ya into a jumper.

That's a promise.

Fucksake.

Don't suppose you see anythin'?

No. Didn't think so.

- Bloody hell.

- What is it?

Alfie, what do you see?

- Nothing.

- Aye.

If we hoof it now,

we'll make it back to
the village before dark.

That means a pint and a
jobby in a proper loo.

Alfie, there is nothing here.

- Yeah, yeah, all right.

- Finally, some sense.

Ahh. That's better.

- I saw something
on the bluffs today.

A boy.

- A boy? Doin' what?

- Standing there.

Then he vanished.

- Probably some shepherd's lad.

- No, no.

I knew him.

- What do you
mean, you knew him?

- Christ sakes.

I haven't thought
of him in years.

- Sounds like you got a
whiff of that juju stuff

that Sally gave me.

A proper mind-fucker.

Saw a caterpillar dressed
like my Auntie Rose.

- No, no, it wasn't like that.
- Oh?

Suppose it were a ghost
you seen then, eh?

Weren't a ghost.

It were the "prison
without walls."

- Aye?

What are you on about, mate?

- Searching for
the prison, are ya?

- Well, what makes you say that?

- What else would
you be here for?

- Well, can you tell
us where to find it?

- Oh, you want to stay
away from that place.

- I'll pay.

- I don't want yer money.

How much?

I've never seen
the place meself,

but folks say it's
somewhere up the bluffs.

- We were there today.
We didn't see shite.

- Well, maybe you didn't...

but this fella saw something,

didn't ye?

- What, the boy?

What's that got to
do with anything?

- Well, that's the mystery.

Like I said, the
prison without walls.

- You're just a spooky
pot-stirring old fucker,

aren't ya?

- And you're a wee
ginger toadstool.

Fuck off.

- We've all our crosses to bear.

- Look, just tell
me how to find it.

- Follow the boy.

- Well...

that's 20 quid you're
pissin' away right there.

What a load of horse shite.

I'm away to bed.

Tomorrow, we're off.

Alfie?
- Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

- Aah!

Uhh...

"Follow the boy."

I should have my
bloody head examined.

Huh?

Fuck it.

- Thomas?

- John Salt is dead.

- What?
- John Salt is dead.

- Who is this?
- That doesn't matter.

Salt had a lab.

He was creating
enhanced soldiers.

The army has confiscated
everything...

The data, his lab,
his test subjects.

- That's not possible.

- They intend to
continue his work.

- That's not possible.

- Why? Because your
government only helps PWEs?

Studies them?
- Who is this?

There's a file at your door.

- Are you real?
- Easy, mate.

- You're not real.

None of it this real.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- Well?
- We've resealed the hatch.

It could be an islander.

Happened on it by chance.

- No, we have an intruder.

- We've searched every
level. The whole prison.

There's no one could poss...

- Trust the technology.
It knows more than you do,

and it tells me that
we have an intruder

and they have accomplices
in the village.

Find them. Bring them to me.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I will increase
power to the fence.

Our intruder will soon be...

very uncomfortable.

That should help you find him.

Go!

Aah!

- Hey, easy, easy.

I'm gonna put this down, okay?

Hey, hey.

It's gone.

Now yours.

Drop the gun.

I'm not gonna hurt
ya. It's okay.

It's gone.

Don't tell me that's your dad.

Your father?

Papa?

No.

It's okay. It's okay.

Captain told us about this.

The other side snatchin' up
kids, making 'em soldiers.

None as young as you though.

Fucking bastards.

Right.

What now then?

Well, I can't take
you back to base.

It's too far. And I
can't leave you here.

This place is crawling
with this one's mates.

Not to mention half the
countryside is mined.

You seen them little red flags?

One wrong step and boom.

We'll find a village.
They speak your lingo.

They'll be able to get you home.

You understand? Home?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I promise.

- Stay where you are!

- What the fuck is this place?
What's it doing to my head?

Answer me!

- It's the psychic fence.

- The fucking what?
- It knows you now.

You won't be able to leave.
- Enough!

Zeya Khin.

He's been a prisoner
here ten years.

Take me to him.

Just open it.

Mr. Khin?

Zeya Khin?

Are you Zeya Khin?

Right. Sorry.

I need to get you out.

If you'll come with me, sir,
be wise to move smartish.

- You are here to rescue me?

- That's right.

Can you walk?

- She knows you're
here, the Warden.

That explains why she
increased power to the fence.

- Well, all the more
reason not to dawdle.

Come on, up we go.

Come on, up.

Let's go.

- Who are you?

- There's plenty of
time for that later.

- Who are you here with?

- Just me, sir.

- What is your plan for
disabling the fence?

- Well, we'll cross that
bridge when we come to it.

Now, please.

- You will not
tell me your name.

You are here alone,
and you have no plan

for shutting down
the psychic fence.

I do not trust you, and you
have no chance of success.

I am staying.

- Oh, for fucksake.

Aah!

It's okay, it's okay.

Just a coin.

Looks like any
other coin, dunnit?

But it's not.

My father carried this all
the way through the war

with the Jerrys.

Never took a scratch.

He gave it to me
the day I joined up.

You hold it for me.

Go on.

That's it.

Look at that.

You look after it for me.

I'm Alfie.

You got a name?

- You're back. Breathe.

It feels real, I know,

as if it was happening
for the first time.

- Bloody psychic fence.

The hell is it?

- After all these years,
I still know very little.

I can only say it will seek
out your most painful memories

and force you to relive
them over and over.

- Wait... it doesn't affect you?

- It certainly does.

- But not like the others.

I've seen 'em shuffling
round the corridors.

Bloody zombies.

- I find if you deny a memory,

it has more power.

You have to accept it.

Accept the pain.

- I'm not afraid of pain.

- There are many kinds
of pain, young man.

This place has taught me you
cannot run from your past.

- But we'll see about that.

My name's Alfred Pennyworth,

and I'm here because
of your daughter Zahra.

- Zahra?

- Yeah.

So how about we get the
hell out of here together?

- Oh, my God.

Most definitely dead.

So what the hell's Level 7?

- Good morning.
- Hi, Mrs. P.

Thanks so much for coming early.

A work emergency literally
landed on my doorstep.

- Not a word.

You can always call
me day or night,

especially with Thomas gone.

How is the poor man?

- He's got his hands
full, I'm afraid,

planning the funeral

and tying up his
father's affairs.

Dealing with the police.

- I still can't believe it.

Murdered in an alley.

And they have no
idea who did it?

- Uh, no. No one
saw the killer.

He was, um... he
was very careful.

- I suppose a man
like Patrick Wayne

had any number of enemies.

Is that a terrible thing to say?

- No. It's just true.

- Well, when you talk to Thomas,

tell him I'm thinking about him.

God knows what
he's going through.

What is it, dear?

- I wish I knew what
he was going through.

I call every day, and
I-I leave messages

but he never...

Sometimes I think maybe I should

just take Sam and go to him.

- So why don't you then?

- Wouldn't he say if
he wanted us there?

- Did my Arthur ever
say how angry he was?

No.

One day he just goes and
tries to blow up the queen.

Excuse me?

Might we not have a
conversation first?

Men will never tell you
how they're feeling.

- But then you never
know what's going on

or what they're thinking
or what they might do.

- Well, what exactly do
you think Thomas has done?

- Hmm?

Nothing.

Could you tell Sam that
I'll be home soon as I can?

And maybe take her to the
zoo. And thanks so much.

I really appreciate it.

- Oh dear.

- Fox?

The hell're you doing here?

- Oh, thank goodness.

- I suppose you've
come to apologize

for sending us on a wild
fucking goose chase, eh?

Is that tea?

- I've come to tell you
that you need to stop

searching for Ms.
Khin's father.

You need to leave this place.

- There's no
argument here, mate.

- Since first speaking to Alfie,

I've learned certain
very troubling things.

You both need to leave.

Now.

- Before we start
seeing ghosts, aye?

Hoo.

- You've been seeing ghosts?

Oh, no.

- Don't tell me you
believe all that shite too?

And when did I become
the reasonable one, eh?

- We need to get Alfie.

Please go wake him.
- Can't.

He was gone when I got up.

- What?

This is very bad.
- Keep your girdle on.

He's probably out
for a wee stroll.

- He's probably
gone to the prison.

The fence could've
lured him there.

- Lured him?

How the fuck does a
fence lure someone?

And for the record,

I still don't believe
this prison is here,

and I'm taking your scone.

- When Alfie came to me,

I told him I'd heard of a
secret prison on the Hebrides.

Only rumors.

I did some digging on my own.

- This scone is fucking
delicious by the way.

- I learned it's
underground. Top secret.

Made for those the
government wants to vanish.

And a few years ago,
it was upgraded.

It has what's called
a psychic fence.

The fence does many things,

but at its core,
it feeds on pain.

On memories.

People hallucinate their pasts,

lose track of what's real.

Eventually, they go mad.

Now, can we please find Alfie?

- Yeah, yeah.

I think we might have
our own problems.

Fucking move. Go,
go, go, go, go!

- Is that even?

- A little to the
left, maybe, ma'am.

- So?
- You were right, ma'am.

There are reports of an
outsider at the village inn.

I sent a team.

- And the intruder?

- We... haven't found him.

- And?

- Prisoner 47 is missing.

- I wonder if we made
a mistake shielding you

and your men from
the psychic fence.

It would be painful,

but it might help you to
overcome whatever psychic wound

makes you so incompetent.

Your father beat you, didn't he?

- Ma'am.

- The fence has imprinted
on the intruder.

Finding him is only
a matter of time.

Then he and I...
will have a session.

I think it will be
very productive.

- You're lost, aren't you?

- I'm just turned around.

All these bloody
corridors look the same.

Feel like that
fella in the maze,

what's-his-name.
- Theseus.

- Yeah, that's the one.

With the bloke
with a bull's head

and the bird with the string.
- Ariadne.

Tell me about my daughter.

- Well, what do you wanna know?

- Is she married? Does
she have children?

What does she do? I haven't
seen her in ten years.

- No husband or kids.

She stopped studying medicine
to carry on your work.

It's her life now.

- Then I'm sorry.
It is a lonely life.

- Nah, she's a leader.
People believe in her.

You'd be proud. This way.

- How do you know her?

- I was hired to protect
her when she was in England.

We got on well together.

- You mean you were lovers?

Does my daughter
know you're here?

- No, as it happens.

- It occurs to me that
I should have a weapon.

- All right. Try
not to use it.

I don't want to shoot
anyone if we can help it.

- Drop the gun.

- Steady.

I'm on your side.

Yeah.

It's the fence.

It muddles your thinking.

You can trust me.

- I'll tell you what
I've learned to trust.

A handful of memories
I know to be true.

The color of my wife's eyes.

My daughter's hand in mine as
we stood at the edge of the sea.

And the voice of the man

who took me away
from everyone I love.

Your voice, Mr. Pennyworth.

I took a little time to
be sure, but it is you.

- I was a soldier.

I was obeying orders.

And for what it's
worth, I'm sorry.

- Spare me your remorse.

You have one chance
to convince me

this isn't some game
of your government's

and that I can trust you.
- I told you why.

- I'm supposed to believe you
are doing this all for love?

- Is that so hard?

- Coming from a man like you?

Yes.
- The truth is,

I don't know what I feel
about your daughter, Mr. Khin.

But when she found
out who I was,

that I was the one who took you,

I saw the way she looked at me.

And I don't wanna be that man.

Not for her or myself.

- Very well.

But don't think by saving me

this makes you a good
man, Alfred Pennyworth.

It'll be a start.

Now come on.

- Where are you going?

- I think we're gonna
get out of here.

- You see something.

You can't trust
it. You hear me?

You cannot trust it.

Aah!

Drop the gun.

I'm Alfie.

- Take 47 back to his cell.

And our visitor...

I've so been looking
forward to meeting you.

We have a great
deal to talk about.

- Martha, did I know you
were going to be here?

- No, sir, but I was just
hoping for a few minutes.

- Yes, I'm afraid I have
rather a packed day.

By the way, please give
Thomas my condolences.

Awful what happened
to his father.

Now if you make an appointment
with my secretary...

- Sir, I know John Salt is dead.

- I see. May I
ask how you know?

- Why didn't you tell
me? When did this happen?

- I was going to
tell you, of course.

It only just happened.

And we're not sure what exactly
did happen or who killed him.

It's all been very confusing.

- Okay.

So... let me help.

- Thank you. I may well
take you up on that.

- What about his lab?

- His lab?

- The ones the Ravens
were working on?

Enhanced soldiers?

What happens to that?

What's Level 7?

- Now I must insist,
how do you know this?

- I'm head of MI5's
Science Department.

I should have been briefed
on this immediately.

There was an
anonymous phone call.

And then a file was
left on my doorstep.

Clearly, someone's worried about
what this government's doing.

So I have to ask...

what is our government doing?

- I want that file
dusted and analyzed

and the leak found.
Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- That will be all, Martha.

- Hey.

They're gone.

Good lad. It's all right.

Hey, come on. This way.

Hey, come on.

Ohh!

- There we are.

Why don't we start by you
telling me about yourself?

- You first.

Governor of this place, are you?

- I prefer to think
of myself as a friend

to all the tortured
souls under my care.

- And who's doing
the torturing, eh?

I've met your type.

- You know, I used
to be a doctor.

For years, I sat, as we are,

trying to help people
out of the darkness,

but they never did the work.

- Or maybe you were just
rubbish at your job.

- Then I come here.

Here, there is no hiding.

Here, I can finally help.

And I'm going to help you.

- Right.

So this fence gizmo's
your baby, is it?

- I did not create it.

Merely saw its potential.

But I feel a mother's pride.
- Sure.

I mean, who wouldn't be
proud of turning people

into fucking vegetables.

- Ah, you're nervous.

That's normal.

But it is clear why
you've been drawn here.

You must carry a lot of pain.

So many ghosts.

It must be terrible.

- Mustn't grumble.

Stiff upper lip.

- Well, it's what made
England great, innit?

And bad things
happen to everyone.

You just get on with it.
- But you don't.

Your ghosts hold you
back. I know they do.

Don't you want to live
your life to its fullest?

- No offense, but what kind of
barmy interrogation is this?

You should be asking
me why I'm here,

who I'm working with,
why I'm after Mr. Khin.

You're a bit off-course, love.

- All in good time.

First tell me about yourself.

Your name, your hopes,

your fears.

- Enough.

I'm Alfred Pennyworth.

SAS.

You call the Prime Minister,
we're all friends me and him.

- You and the Prime Minister?

- You pick up the phone.
I'll give you the number.

Direct line. Go on.

- And he knows
you're here, does he?

I doubt that very much.

- Well, maybe not
yet, but he will.

- This is where
people disappear.

I don't think I'll bother
the prime minister.

- Well, my men know I'm here.
They'll be along soon enough.

- Oh, you mean the friend
you left in the village?

My guards have just
gone to collect him.

He'll be here soon.

Now, what is it that
frightens you so?

Shall we find out?

- Aah!

Right. This is it.

This is as far as I go.

Folks in the village
will see you home.

Anyway, hang on.

Let's get rid of this.

Don't need that.

You're a good lad.

Braver than blokes
twice your size.

I'm not gonna forget you even
if I don't know your name.

Then go on.

Well, I can't take you with
me. It's too dangerous.

And these are your people.
They'll look after you, yeah?

No, no.

That's for you.
To remember me.

- Le... Levan.

- Levan?

That's your name?

Well, nice to meet you, Levan.

Now go on. Off you go.

Go on. You're okay.

Go on.

Aah!

- Oh my.

This is not going to end well.

- Why don't you just fuck off?

- Yes, I can't feel it like
you can, but I can empathize.

It's just clear, too, why
you were brought here.

- What're you on about?

- He can feel your pain.

He wanted you here.
He needed you.

- He?

What bloody he?

- Unimportant.

I think it's time to
finish this, don't you?

- No. Wait!

- You'll thank me
when it's done.

- Aah!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

I'll rip your fucking eyes out!

- Alfie, it's
me. It's Daveboy.

- Lucius? What're
you doing here?

- I came to try and stop you.
Too late, as it happened.

- Better late than never.
I thought you got nicked.

- Eh, they only sent four
weedy choir boy types.

Fox even managed one.

- Thanks.
- Made getting in here a lark.

We pretended we were screws.

Bloody head feels like it's
gonna crack open though.

- It's the psychic fence.
We're all being affected.

It let us in. We'll
see if it lets us out.

- You all right?

- Rather not talk about it.

- Right-o. What
about Zahra's da?

Did you find him?

- They took him
back to his cell.

We should grab him and leg it.

- The fence has
imprinted on you.

Try to leave, your brains
will turn to porridge.

You're prisoners now.

- That right?

- That won't do anything.
- No?

Well, I wager your
silly machine's

around here somewhere. We
just unplug the bloody thing.

- I...
- What?

- I don't think it would be
as simple as that, Alfie.

- Well, can someone tell me
what the fuck's going on?

- At its core,

the psychic fence
isn't a machine at all.

It's a human being.

Four years ago, as I
was starting my research

into enhanced individuals,
I was called to investigate

a potential case, a young man.

I was told he could
call up other people's

darkest, most painful memories.

Things they themselves
tried to forget.

His family had deserted
him. He was alone.

He needed help.

So I took him in.

I built a sort of helmet
with an electro-magnetic coil

thinking it would
dampen his powers.

It made things worse.
His powers grew.

Other people's pain
was like a drug.

He needed more and more.

There's no telling
what he's become.

- He's downstairs
waiting for you.

- You should stay here.

- No.

I'm going. Alone.

- Are you off your fucking head?
- It's a prison without walls,

the old man said.
- So?

- So it's not this
place. It's us.

We're the prison.

Trapped inside ourselves
until we decide otherwise.

I'm going.

- You have reached Thomas
Wayne's message service.

Please speak after
the tone.

- Thomas, it's me.

Again.

I know you don't
want to talk, but...

I'm worried.

You were so angry
when you left and...

I just... I hope you haven't...

Please call me.

I love you.

- Mommy.

- What are you doing up?

- You didn't come to tuck me in.

- I'm sorry. But
you were asleep

when I got back, and I
didn't wanna wake you.

- Is Daddy coming home?

- Soon.

He's got a lot to do.

- I miss him.

- Me too, sweetheart.

- It'll be painful
to be near him.

Especially for you.

There's already a
connection there.

They'll be using some
version of what I built.

It's likely the only thing
still keeping him alive.

You just have to
sever the connection.

- Well, it sounds
like that'll kill him.

- Honestly, I think that's
why he brought you here.

- Thank you.

- Alfie, I still cannot
believe what you did.

- Your father never
should've been in that place.

- I regret the
things I said to you.

I was angry and I'm sorry.

- Water under the bridge.

All's well.

- I have to take my
father out of the country.

Today.

It's the only way
he will be safe.

- Of course.

- I told you that it would
take more than rescuing me

to make you a good man.

I was wrong.

You are a good man,
Alfred Pennyworth.

- You were right about
one thing though.

You do have to face your ghosts.

- And have you done so?

- Working on it.

- I hope we meet again.

- Goodbye, Alfred Pennyworth.