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HE SPEAKS
OWN LANGUAGE

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Thank you.

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PILOT: 'The weather today in London

'is much the same
as it was in Beijing,

'although
a couple of degrees cooler.

'We are expected to arrive
at London Heathrow

'in around four hours from now.

'That's as long as we don't get
stuck in any holding patterns...'

HE COUGHS
'..which puts us

'just over 45 minutes
behind schedule.

'So, relax, and enjoy
the rest of the flight.'

HE COUGHS

MAN: Excuse me.

Excuse me.
HE COUGHS

COUGHING

MAN SNEEZES

ANNOUNCER: 'All passengers
from flight EZ759,

'please proceed immediately
to security.'

BEEPING

- Mr Ezard? Mr Stephen Ezard?
- Yes?

ID, please.

BEEP

Come with us, please, sir.

You're being fast-tracked.

HORN BEEPS

This is very helpful.

- Who laid this on?
- I have no idea, sir.

Is it a wedding or a wetting, sir?

Who organised this?

All I've got is, er,
Mr Stephen Ezard,

Beijing flight, going to
North London, Highgate Church.

It's my brother's funeral.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

Can't we go any faster?

I really am very late.
My plane was delayed.

I'm afraid we don't have clearance
to break monitored speed, sir.

Monitored speed?

I've been away... almost four years.

You'll be noticing
the changes, then, sir.

But one saying
was dear to Michael's heart.

'The insignificant man
makes demands on others,

"the significant man
makes demands on himself."

All of us here today know that
Michael was a very significant man.

- Michael Ezard?
- Yes.

Are you the brother?

Yes.

We couldn't wait.

I didn't know Michael had a brother
until today.

Didn't think there'd be
such a large crowd.

Those who knew him loved him.

Still, at least you got here in time
to throw dirt on the coffin.

That's important.

I've known Michael for years.

A lovely, lovely man.
You must be so proud.

Yes.

We'd lost contact for four years.

I knew he was working in
some sort of voluntary organisation

in the Middle East, but, well,
I thought he was looking

for something more prop...
Er, permanent.

Michael changed people's lives.

- What do you do?
- Erm...

Michael... was like a brother.

Down here!

Well, this is nice.

Yeah. Grew up here.

Ended up sharing the place
with my brother.

Er, you haven't, er,
forgotten anything, sir?

Er, no, I don't think so.

Who did you say sent y...?

BEEP

BUZZING

COUGHING

DOOR CREAKS

Hello?

PHONE BEEPS

No blood, no girl.

Oh, erm, I'm... I'm from upstairs.

- Ah, a friend of Michael's?
- His brother.

I didn't know he had one.

Batz. Andrew Batz.

Erm, Stephen Ezard.

Come in, Stephen. Come in, come in.

I moved in about a year ago.
I haven't touched the place yet.

Erm, I've been away
quite a long time, and, erm...

I know Michael... likes to have
an open house policy...

Oh, yeah.
Some guests are noisier than others.

Only met Michael a couple of times,
but you can tell straight away,

he's a lovely man, lovely man.

I think some of them take advantage,

overstay their welcome.
- Yes.

- Do you know who's staying now?
- No idea.

I've heard some music, footsteps.

Well, I'm sure I'll sort it out.

How-How is Michael?

Stay. Stay and talk. It might help.

No, I'll be fine. Thank you.

CLATTERING

Who are you?

Yasim.

Yasim who?

Same as you. Ezard.

I'm Michael's wife.

Well, his widow.

I didn't know Michael was married.

I knew he had a brother.

A famous one, too.

Ezard's Theorem.

There's a woman lying in there,
unconscious...

Nadir.

Nadir? Nadir who?

Nadir bint Ahmed
bin Saleh Al-Fulani.

Well, she looks very ill.

- She is.
- I'll enough to need a doctor.

I am a doctor.

Nadir, we have a visitor, baby.

Stephen, Michael's brother.

Which is wonderful,
really, really wonderful

because what we need most of all
is a cook.

OK, my love, I'm gonna give you
a shot of morphine.

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

PHONE BEEPS

I've got pictures.

She left in a hurry, yesterday.

She's dropped something.

It could be a blood sample.

'Full surveillance. Find the girl.'

HE SIGHS

If you are Michael's wife,
why weren't you at his funeral?

I had a patient to look after.

Medicines to collect.

Who is Nadir bin Saleh Al-Fulani?

An aid worker, same as Michael.

We all worked for the same charity

on a Hepatitis B
inoculation programme.

What's wrong with her?

I don't know.

How exactly did Mich...?

So, why China?

That's where I work best.

Because?

It's peaceful.

It's very... foreign.

I haven't got a clue
what's going on,

the world doesn't intrude,
I can concentrate,

I'm not distracted by the minutiae
of other people's lives.

Michael told me something about
your work, studying killer bees.

Several years ago,
I developed a... mathematical model,

the genesis of which
was a statistical analysis

of insect swarm, in which
killer bees played a component.

A very small, theoretical component.

And all this time, I had you
in a bee keeper's outfit.

Another one of Michael's
good stories.

Yasim, we have to talk
about Michael.

All I had was a phone call.

What happened?

I was, erm, in a medical tent...

'..working.'

'I saw him flash past in his jeep.

'He always drove too fast.'

He went into the mountains
to deliver medical supplies.

He hit a land mine.

He didn't come back.

I'm so sorry, my darling.
I shouldn't have left you.

I won't leave you again.

The blood sample?

All taken care of.
That's why I had to leave you.

The doctor will run tests.

We'll hear back from him
in a few days.

Whoever he is, whatever he is...
he's an old one.

Police?

No. He'd have made six phone calls
and taken a dump by now.

One of ours?

God knows.

What's he doing
in Nadir Al-Fulani's flat?

SWITCH CLICKS

Shit! He's seen us.

Help me turn her body.

HISSING

It's just air escaping.

I can manage now. You can go.

Tell me about today.

Tell me about Michael's funeral.

They drove me out
to where he'd been blown up.

I collected body parts...

..what little I could find.

Nothing was recognisable.

That's when I said my goodbyes.

Well...

..was it a good funeral?

I missed it.

Well, most of it.

And it was Humanist.

There was no vicar,
except everybody acted like one.

Michael was buried with our parents.

I didn't expect anyone to come,

but there were hundreds of them
from all over the world.

And... they loved him.

They really loved him.

Yeah, Michael had a knack
of making everyone think

they were special to him.

A complete stranger would suddenly
feel they'd met a friend for life.

SHE SNIFFLES
I hate him!

I hate him!
I hate him for dying like that!

It was so like him...
roaring away in that stupid jeep.

Self-important.

He had to take care of everything
and everyone!

I'm glad I wasn't there today...

..to see all those brave,
smiling faces,

hugs and laughter, tears and jokes.

That's exactly what it was like -
one big, happy Humanist family.

All claiming him as theirs.

He was mine!

It's good I didn't go.

I'd have been screaming at them,
"Say something bad.

"Say something nasty, cruel, dirty.

"Say something HONEST!"

He never made me feel special.

Ever.

All I got was resentment.

The day I learnt to walk,

he went out into the back garden
and dug bear traps.

I couldn't believe that I was
born into a family with him in it.

He was loud, chaotic, demanding,
self-centred.

And he was the reason I spent
so much time locked in my room -

to escape him.

On the plane on the way over...

..I was dreading having
to say something at the church

to my imaginary congregation of two
because you can't lie at a funeral,

standing beside the coffin.
You just can't.

There was a woman from, erm,
South America.

She'd wrestled her way
past crocodiles to get there,

but I resented every step
that I took to get to his grave.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.

God almighty.

Why here?

The cameras don't work,
inside or out.

And it's highly unlikely
that in here...

..you'll bump into
anyone who knows you.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Coffee and an Olympic.

WAITRESS: Coming up.

He's David Russell. A hybrid.

Desk and field -
highly regarded in both.

Extensive Middle Eastern experience,
fluent in Farsi.

A useful re-tread
in the war on terror.

- Re-tread?
- Brought out of retirement.

All hands to the pump.
But he had a falling out

with the younger management.
Apparently, terrified of him.

- Coffee.
- Two years ago, he disappeared.

There's no record of where he went
or what he's been doing.

Russell is rather good
at disappearing.

That and wet operations.

Assassination.

Christ!

Why is he looking for her?

We have to assume
it's the same reason as us.

Then it's got away from us.
We have to go wider.

We can't carry it
between the three of us.

You're both wrong.

If you look carefully...
BEEP

..with his experience,

if he had any understanding at all
of how explosive this is,

he'd have expected us to have
the girl's apartment covered,

but he didn't.

There, see? That's the first time
he knew we were in there.

So what's going through his mind

is that this is much bigger
than he thought.

Then he comes back
to the surveillance car

to show his face.

He doesn't want us to make
a mistake. He wants us to know

exactly who he is.

He doesn't know why we're interested
in the girl,

so he wants us to come after him,
and to give it away.

Which would suggest both arrogance
and a certain desperation

to find Nadir bint Ahmed
bin Saleh Al-Fulani.

Yes, it would.

Olympic.

DOOR SLAMS

FOOTSTEPS

KEYPAD BEEPS

LOCK BEEPS

KEYPAD BEEPS

ELECTRICAL HUM

DOORBELL RINGS

DOORBELL RINGS

Stephen, wait!

DOORBELL RINGS

Shh. Shh.

PHONE RINGS

ANSWER MACHINE: 'Hi there,
it's Michael.

'Leave a message.
Better still, send money.'

BEEP

MAN: 'Message for Stephen Ezard.
This is Bryan Holland.

'I run a company called Inquirendo,

'and we'd very much like to
talk to you about funding your work.

'We've sent a car for you.

'The driver
should be there with you now.'

W-Wait. Wait a second, please.

Fantastic.

I'll see them tomorrow.
I couldn't leave you, not now.

I know what to do, who to call,
all the formalities.

Stephen, I'm used to it -
it's part of my job.

He's on his way.

DOORBELL RINGS
Five minutes!

Michael's voice...

It's OK.

Thank you...

..for helping me...

..chase death away.

DOORBELL RINGS
Go.

Go and get the money.

I'll take care of things here.

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BEEP

Bryan Holland.

Andrew Wilcox. I'm a huge fan.

I was a couple of years behind you
at Cambridge.

You were already a legend.

Stephen, why don't you bring us
up to speed on your work?

Erm, have you got the time?

Good God, man, of course we have.
It would be an honour.

Let Rich be the Ricci curvature

where the Gammas
are the Christoffel symbols.

The idea is to show that,
under the Ricci flow,

positive curvature
tends to spread outwards, er,

until at infinite time, the manifold
will achieve constant curvature.

Now, let us consider
a generalisation of this

if the form "f"
is a nice smooth function.

Even in this state,
the flow will develop singularities

in finite time,
but by using a local version

of the Gromov compactness theorem,
I've been able to get a model

of all... possible... singularities.

Fantastic.

And that proves what?

Erm, it's... it's part
of a proof of, erm...

..the affirmation of a conjecture
I made earlier.

But the whole proof would take
a lot longer to explain.

I could if you had the time.

It's topology, Bryan,
rubber sheet geometry.

Stephen's work is well on the way

to explaining
the shape of the universe.

And what shape's that?

The beauty of what Stephen
has just shown us

is in how the equation
explores itself.

The harmony of numbers.

- Think of it as music.
- No, no, no.

It's not at all like music.

But for explaining it
to a non-mathematician like Bryan...

If it's not like music,
how does that help?

I thought it had
something to do with killer bees.

Pure research is something that
Inquirendo are proud to support,

and we would like
to fund your research

for the next three years.

Thank you. That's...

That's very generous. Erm...

How did you know
that I needed funding?

Well, as I'm sure you know,
the International Mathematical Union

is a hot bed of gossip - who's in,
who's out, who's hot, who's not.

The chatter about you is non-stop.

The genius
who went to ground in China,

the youngest mathematician
ever to be awarded a Fields Medal,

a future Nobel Prize winner.
It's great publicity for us.

There's just one small favour
we'd like to ask you in return.

Oh?

The Victoria bomb.

You'd have felt the shock waves
of that one all the way to China.

It changed the way
a lot of people thought.

Those that could think
for themselves.

An atrocity on that scale?

People weren't prepared to live with
that level of insecurity any more.

And that's where we can help.

We're in
the national database business.

And this... is the future
of that business.

Now, any expansion
of the National Register

or DNA databases

has always had the anxiety brigade
jumping up and down.

So we were left
with national databases

that didn't talk to each other.

In truth, everyone knew it was only
a matter of time before they did.

The Victoria bomb, and the others,
just hurried the inevitable along.

Well, here she is -
the Intrusive State Machine.

Big Brother.

A simple laptop. It's all about
what Tallulah here can access.

And what she can access is T-I-A.

- Sorry?
- TIA. Total Information Awareness.

TIA is the entire UK
on one database -

birth to death, day-to-day,
up-to-date, and in real-time.

A completely new generation
of interaction.

Absolute surveillance.

With TIA, all the walls come down.

Yeah, with encryption, it guarantees
only the right people have it,

so they can get to know
all about the wrong people.

Self-funding in ten years,
with strict government controls

on data sales to the private sector.

That's what Tallulahs will be doing
from this room.

And all linked to your ID card.

What has any of this
got to do with me?

TIA is about to become law,
and it should be a shoo-in.

We designed and built it,
so we've got the contract to run it.

Naturally,
we liaise with the government,

and we want you
to be our man in Whitehall.

Just to make sure it is a shoo-in.

- Me?
- Mm.

As a sort of mascot, you know,
to calm last-minute jitters,

both inside government
and the media.

Your early statistical model work
at Cambridge,

it fits this like a glove.
You're perfect for it.

The genius who gave the world
Ezard's Theorem,

the man tipped for the Nobel,
supports TIA.

I'm not tipped for anything.
I know nothing of TIA.

Ah, you just put your name to it.

- I couldn't.
- You're not against it?

I don't have an opinion about it
one way or another.

I mean, you won't have to do
very much at all.

We'd crib you up on everything.

I couldn't think
of anyone less suitable.

I'm not remotely political.

I hate talking,
explaining... people.

Perfect! You won't hang around
to make a career out of it.

The bees won't even know
you've been away.

Unless you do this for us,

it won't be possible
for us to fund your work.

Give us a few weeks,

and we'll give you
three years' financial support.

Thank you. But...

..but no.

He won't be needing a car.
Arrogant bastard.

As if earning a living's
beneath him.

Perhaps "mascot" was wrong.

"Shape of the universe?"

Wanker doesn't know
what makes the world go round.

Ezard's Theorem? Complete bollocks.

It isn't.

It'll be a disaster if it comes out
he turned us down.

PHONE BEEPS

He'll come round.

Taxi!

ID, please, sir.

BEEP

Ezard. Stephen Ezard?

Yes.

BEEP

The Underground system won't be
working for another hour at least.

You're better off on foot, sir.

Thank you.

Yasim?

Yasim?

Yasim?

Yasim?

Stephen! Come in, come in.

Someone's been in the apartment...
this morning.

Did you hear anything, see anything?

Think!

From about ten.

I can't have been gone
more than two, three hours.

No. Sorry. Not a thing.
Did they take much?

It's as if no-one was ever there.

Stephen... come in.

Come in and talk about Michael.
I think someone needs tea and a hug.

No! No...

No, thank you.

SHE LAUGHS

WHISTLING

DOORBELL RINGS

Well, you could just look
a little pleased to see me.

I'm so sorry about Michael.

And for not making it
to the funeral.

How was it between you two?

There was always that reassurance,
living with you,

that, if needed, the kitchen could
be turned into an operating theatre

at a moment's notice.

And here I am, messing it up.

Just like old times, hey?

Eleanor, this is very kind of you.

It's just that today's been
a little bit confusing, and...

Is that why you passed up
on a generous offer

of three years' worth of funding?

The car that picked you up
from the airport

and took you to the funeral,
that was me.

I have clearly paid more attention
over the years

to your brilliant career
than you have to mine.

I'm a government minister now.

Oh.

And it's my job to make sure TIA
gets onto the statute book.

I recommended you to Inquirendo.
They jumped at the idea, of course.

But surely you know me
better than anyone. I...

Social charm and the ability
to mix with colleagues

is a distinct disadvantage.

- You'd be perfect.
- As a mascot?

Eat.

And then I've got a treat for you.

CHURCH ORGAN MUSIC

CHORAL SINGING

ID, please.

There you go.

BEEP

Thank you.

SCANNER BEEPS

CHORAL SINGING
CONTINUES

SCANNER BEEPS

Thank you.

CHORAL SINGING
CONTINUES

THEY SING

THEY SING

MAN OVER RADIO: 'Locate target
and wait for instruction.

'Stay in position.'

BEEP

CHEERING ON TV

CHORAL SINGING

THEY SING

THEY SING

CHORAL SINGING
CONTINUES

A couple of rogue tenors,

and the Rex Tremendae
was a little lumpy,

but not bad, not bad at all.

Stephen, they're school children.

Why did we have to go through that
security sheep dip to get in here?

The audience - a mix of the Commons
and the Lords.

We're here for a show of solidarity.

Come and meet some people.

Don't worry,
they're not politicians.

The school lost six children
in the Victoria Station bombing.

Out of the 213 killed,
nearly 30 were children.

Tonight was a celebration
of courage,

an act of defiance
against barbarism.

Hand wipe? They're antiseptic.

I am who I am.

I wouldn't want you any other way.

We stop a lot of atrocities,
Stephen,

but every time one gets past us,

we put pieces of information
together to understand how,

who, why.

TIA will help us
put that information together

before it happens.
TIA finds needles in haystacks.

People can't just disappear
or melt away.

Look, I understand
how important your work is,

and to do great work, you can
only think about mathematics.

It's just so distracting.

I know, and I know how hard
you fight to keep a pure mind.

Yeah.

But it's only for a few weeks.

Having you on board will really help
calm last-minute jitters.

I wouldn't expect you
to put your name to something

you haven't examined first.

Take a look at what we've got,
pull it apart.

At least think about it.

PATRICK: 'Russell is at an address
we've got for Michael Ezard.'

Ezard has a brother, Stephen,
who's also registered there.

Give me five minutes, babe.

'It's territory
we went over weeks ago.'

Whatever his motive, it looks as if
he's two steps behind us.

'If the data we have on the girl
is correct,'

she's probably no longer with us.

Hot or cold, we need her.

The worst outcome is her dead
and not surfacing.

PHONE BEEPS

BUZZING

FRONT DOOR OPENS

KEY CLINKS

BATHROOM DOOR CLICKS

Eleanor, it's Stephen. I've been
thinking about what you said.

Thinking about those children.

'Me working on TIA,
I wouldn't want any civil servants

'looking over my shoulder.
I'd need to be left alone.'

I'd make sure of it.

'And I'd have to have
complete access.'

Be able to go anywhere,
look at anything, anybody.

No state secrets, but... otherwise,
you'd have complete freedom.

Then I'll take a look at TIA,
see what it can do.

BEEP

You're a notional three,

but they've dumped you
in a six office.

I'll try to get you bumped up,
but it's always a shit fight.

Thank you.

LOCK BEEPS

Internal directory.
Every office has a number,

all numbers are listed.
Guard it with your life.

- Place makes no sense without it.
- I won't be needing it.

I'm not planning on staying
for long.

LOCK BEEPS

What I do need, as soon as possible,

is clearance
to use the TIA database.

If you're down for it,
you'll get it.

If not, it's a lockout.

And that's the stairway to heaven.
Link to Number Ten.

And this is your perch.

BEEP

Very much a six.

Still, a room of your own -
that's impressive.

Your key to TIA.

You've been validated.

Basement level, room 759.

BEEP

BEEP

COMPUTER: 'Welcome to TIA, Mr Ezard.
You have Level Four clearance.

'Yasim Anwar.

'Nationality, Bosnian.

'Searching Michael Ezard.
Retrieving footage.'

TV: 'An aid worker and two civilians
have been killed in Afghanistan

'when their vehicle hit a land mine

'close to the border with Pakistan
yesterday.

'The body of Londoner Michael Ezard
was discovered by security forces

'after reports of an explosion
ten miles to the south

'at the Killi Faizo Refugee Camp.'

COMPUTER: 'Searching
Carver Foundation employees.

'Nadir. Two results.'

'Access denied.

'You need Level One clearance.'

TV: 'The illness has so far
proved fatal to all those infected.

'It is a mystery
to health officials.

'It's thought close personal contact
is the cause of contamination.

'Doctors are hoping
that it has been contained,

'but are asking anyone connected
with the Killi Faizo Refugee Camp

'to contact police.'

I've just had an alert.
Someone is in the TIA system.

They're trying to access information
on the girl.

- Can you locate the user?
- It's inside the Cabinet Office.

I'm on it.

COMPUTER: 'Analysing DNA
from hair sample.

'Scanning for match one.

'Michael Ezard - deceased.

'Scanning for match two.

'Nadir Al-Fulani - restricted.
Classified information.

'Scanning for match three.

'Stephen Ezard.
Nationality, British.

'Processing.

'Match four. Yasim Anwar.

'Processing.'

I had to know. What do you think?

Yes, so far, it's a good system.

What's all this?

Er, well, I have to test the system
out against what I know.

- Who's she?
- Yasim.

- Michael's wife.
- I didn't know he was married.

It was news to me, too.

She's beautiful.
You can tell even from a mug shot.

Yes.

And her?

I dunno. Michael worked for
a medical charity.

I just opened up the employee data.

BEEPING

98.6. Normal... for you.

You always did run a little hot.

One of the camps
Michael was working in,

it's now become quarantined.
Some sort of deadly mystery virus.

But not contagious
from this distance, not even to you.

What's the map?

It's where Michael died.

This shows all the known land mines
in the area.

The nearest is over 30 miles

from where Michael was supposed
to have driven into one.

That's what's so horrendous -
they can be anywhere.

- Are you spying on the neighbours?
- No.

I told you I'm testing the system
against what I already know.

It's a local authority database.

The flat below us
is listed as unoccupied,

whereas it's inhabited
by a rather large

and creepy individual.

Utility database
reads the same information -

no phone, no water, no power.

I have to go.

COMPUTER: 'Logging off.
Goodbye, Mr Ezard.'

COMPUTER: 'Welcome to TIA, Mr Nye.
You have Level One clearance.

'Retrieving previous data.

'User, Mr Stephen Ezard.

'Accessed reported
land mine records, Afghanistan.'

DOOR CREAKS

Mr Batz?

SWITCH CLICKS

Mr Batz?

Hello?

"Someone needs tea and a hug."

Bastard.

PATRICK: 'Stephen Ezard.'

Average family, state school,
shines at Cambridge very brightly.

Makes a name for himself -
Ezard's Theorem.

A total academic, not political,

but that's where he meets
Eleanor Brooke.

Relationship?

I looked into her vetting.
They were together for five years.

Brooke goes off into politics,

and as far as I can make out,
he went into killer bees.

Similar interests, then (!)

Found the pressures
of early success difficult,

hated academic rivalry.

His theorem
was brought into question.

Not a man who enjoys conflict.

Escapes to China, comes back
for his brother's funeral.

He's been very helpful.

We missed her completely.
Yasim Anwar.

- She's Michael Ezard's wife.
- And we didn't know he was married.

Desert weddings don't always
find their way onto databases.

Is Stephen Ezard
linking Yasim Anwar to the girl?

He's looking for both of them,
and in his search for the girl,

looked at morgues and funeral homes.
- So she's dead?

Well, he obviously thinks so.

But he doesn't know
where the body is.

Well, why does he want to find it?

What do we know about the wife?

Turkish mother,
father a Bosnian Muslim.

She worked in the same camps
as her husband and Nadir.

She entered the UK a few weeks ago.
There's nothing else on her.

I'll keep digging.

And so is Ezard. He's looking into
his brother's death.

He's established that
it wasn't in a land mine area.

How much does he really know?

The way he's turning
everything over, very little.

And he hasn't once
looked over his shoulder.

Don't block him.

Keep on his shoulder, keystroke him,
everything he touches.

He could give us a lot more.

COMPUTER: 'Surveillance request -
Stephen Ezard.'

TV: 'The first time
I ever set eyes on you,'

I knew I would spend
the rest of my life with you.

'I worship you...

'..and I love you.'

YASIM: 'I fell into your eyes,
Michael Ezard.'

I want your children.

And I can't wait!

I love you.

MICHAEL: I love you.

I love you.

- I love you.
- No, I love you.

We are not pursuing
a policy of total security,

but we are committed
to making our country

as safe as is reasonably possible,

and to do so,
it is vital that we introduce TIA.

This is precisely
the same argument put forward

for the introduction ID cards,

and they have not increased
the safety of this country one jot.

With respect, Lord Cawston,
the police, the security services,

the overwhelming majority
of the public,

would disagree with you
about ID cards.

Every opinion poll...

But what the public need to know
is if TIA becomes law,

then every person's card
will not only show who they are,

but will monitor every single second
of their lives,

both public and private.

That really isn't the case.
But what is perfectly clear

is that we need
the best intelligence

that we can get.

It has been a huge sea-change

from the society that we lived
in ten, 15 years ago.

But the only important right
that will be lost with this bill

is the right to disappear,
that's all.

What the public
will want reassurance on is cost,

and the fact that
these databases have, so far,

been an absolute nightmare.

Stephen?

Perhaps you'd like to join in.

Yes, em...

Mr, erm...

..Gibbon says is quite correct.
They're a complete nightmare.

When governments manage them,
that is.

Even when they're contracted out,
they micro-manage them to death

and the costs goes through the roof.

But TIA could work. It will work.

Yes, when handled
by the right people

in the private sector.
That's why we...

But I'm not sure I agree,
having read this.

This is such a sea-change from
where we were ten, 15 years ago?

Not at all. I mean, Inquirendo,
they've known about

each and every one of us for years,

all the important information
you can sell.

Your income, your diet,

how much alcohol you consume,
what books you read,

how much your house is worth,
last three addresses,

who you phone, who phones you,
where you travel to,

where your children go to school.

It would take about four minutes
for them to do a complete breakdown

of any single one of us,

then predict, with a fair degree
of certainty, anything up to 95%,

what our attitudes would be
to law and order, change, risk,

what kind of person
we're likely to marry,

the exam grades
our children will achieve,

where we are on any day,
our life expectancy

and the amount of tax your estate
would yield when you die.

I mean, according to this,
anyone who thinks TIA

is alien or foreign to this country

has been asleep for a decade,
probably several.

These people
have been making a fortune

out of prying into your lives,

and you couldn't legislate
against them or their type

if you tried. Not unless you ban
credit cards and the Internet,

which would be rather, erm...

..totalitarian.

COMPUTER: 'Scanning CCTV footage,
NW5 area.

'Sending to terminal.

'Freezing image.

'Enlarge image.

'Freezing image.

'Searching camera sightings
in reverse order.

'King's Cross
St Pancras Station, N1.

'Freezing image.

'Preparing
facial recognition software.'

DIAL TONE

DIAL TONE

'Hello. Turney.'

He's been at it
for ten straight hours.

'The girl must have died
in his apartment.

'Yasim Anwar and an unknown male
smuggled her out in a carpet

'and drove her away in a van.'
- An unknown male?

We're onto it.
We've already located the van.

Abandoned on waste ground,
burnt out.

Ezard managed to trace Yasim Anwar
to a meeting

she had at King's Cross
a few days ago.

Who with?

It's not good.

Professor John Moreton.

DISTANT SIRENS

DISTANT SIRENS

HORSE WHINNIES

Professor Moreton?

Professor John Moreton?
My name is Stephen Ezard.

- Can I have a word?
- What about?

Yasim Anwar.

You met her a few days ago
at King's Cross Station.

- Ezard, you say?
- Yes.

Are you Michael Ezard's brother?

Yeah. You knew him?

We met once, briefly.
Look, I'm in rather a hurry.

But how exactly
did you meet my brother?

I met him at one of the camps.
That's where I met Yasim.

They'd just got married.
We just spent an evening together.

You met Yasim again
on the 18th of this month.

It's a date
I find difficult to forget -

it was my brother's funeral.

Odd, don't you think,
that his wife didn't make it?

- She was too busy meeting you.
- Yes, I met her

on my way home from work,
purely by chance.

No, it was planned.

I can show you the CCTV footage,
if you like.

You have to look closely.

Difficult on this screen,
but on a big screen,

it's clear she gives you something,
slips it to you - a package.

Something to test perhaps,
a blood sample?

- Absolute nonsense.
- A sample taken

from Nadir bint Ahmed
bin Saleh Al-Fulani.

She was very ill,
but she was still alive

when Yasim gave you the sample,
but she died later that night.

Perhaps she died
from the same disease

people are dying from in the camp
where you met Michael and Yasim.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

I think you do.
I know all about you.

If I had a blood sample I wanted
tested for some awful disease,

you'd be the first person
I'd contact.

Oh, for God's sakes, help me!

Where's Yasim?

I have no idea. I was with her
for all of two minutes.

Look, you say
you're Michael's brother.

If you are, then I'm really sorry
for you.

As I said, I only met Michael once,
but it was clear he was a good man.

Kind, generous. But I have no idea
what you're talking about,

and no interest in pursuing it.

PHONE BEEPS

CAMERA SHUTTER
CLICKS

When exactly did you know
about Moreton?

Not long before telling you, George.

It would be a huge mistake
to withhold information from me.

So, we have to assume

Yasim Anwar gave a sample
of the dead girl's blood

for Moreton to test.

DOORBELL BUZZES

We've found Yasim Anwar.

Moreton phoned her.
She's keeping out of sight.

As far as we can tell,
she's on her own.

Then we must deal with her
and Moreton, quickly.

And hope to God
there's no-one else in the loop!

I'm afraid God isn't being
very helpful on that front.

A few days ago,

Dutch police detained
a group of illegal immigrants.

Nine altogether -
a husband and wife,

their two children,
and five other men.

They were handed over
to Dutch immigration,

who screened them
and identified them

as being from a camp
on the Afghan-Pakistan border.

Immigration then acted correctly
and isolated them

from the other illegal immigrants
they were holding.

Unfortunately, the chain of command
then broke down.

Someone interpreted special handling
in their own unique way,

loaded the refugees into a minibus

and drove them to
a rather good hotel for the night.

Needless to say, there were
nine no-shows for breakfast.

Apparently, your people

have someone inside
the Binnenlandse Veiligheidsdienst.

Dutch intelligence.

Given the background of the refugees

and the likelihood
that they were en route to the UK,

your person forwarded on photos
and biometric details,

just in case any of them
were of special interest.

Eight of them are not.

Number nine clearly is.

God almighty!

If we were courageous enough,

if we thought through what was best
for this country in the long term,

we would see this
as a great opportunity.

COMPUTER: 'Analysing.

'Professor John Moreton.

'Nationality, British.

'Employment - research scientist,
university lecturer.

'Advisor to the MOD.'

COMPUTER: 'Searching
Magna Carta website.

'No matches.
Please refine your search.

'List database of Magna Carta.

'Nine results for arrest.

'Dexter A Batz.

'Searching ATM activity.

'Retrieving footage.

'Freezing image.

'Subject location,
Queen's Hostel, NE1.'

BEEP

You look awful. What's happened?

Nothing. Just working.

All night?

I got a call, crack of dawn,
a rap over the knuckles.

I bent a few rules
parachuting you in.

Anyone who joins the Cabinet Office
gets heavily vetted first.

The voice on the phone said they did
all the obvious checks on you,

but I had to assure them
you weren't the sort

to have any bodies
under the floorboards

or have slept
with any close relatives.

And they stress that I caution you

if anything out of the ordinary
did happen, don't go to the police.

Just call me.

BEEPING

Oh, and you must sign

the Official Secrets Act
first thing,

otherwise we'll both be taken out
and shot.

BEEPING

KNOCKING ON DOOR

- How's my favourite minister?
- Oh.

Oh, that's nice.

- And you want...
- PM. I have to see him.

Three minutes, not a second more,
I promise.

What's the weather like in there?

Sunshine and showers.

And occasional light wind.

Hello. My name is Yasim Anwar.
I'm looking for Professor Moreton.

SILENCED GUNSHOTS

Professor Moreton?

Hello?

Yasim? Yasim!

Yasim!

Ugh!

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