All language subtitles for Bugs - Series 1, Episode 7 - Manna from Heaven (1995)

Good.

Thank you, mr glass.

I think this is a little excessive, mr Lennox.

Our present security is,
er... Perfectly adequate, sir.

Maybe, glass, but if all goes well,

phodex is going to make this company very rich.

And I'm not taking any chances.

This new safe is controlled
by a computerised time lock.

Once-a-week access only.

That will keep the seed material secure

while phodex gets its public launch.

I'm going to enter the password now.

If you don't mind, mr glass,
best we keep this to myself.

Alarm blares

what the hell do you think you're doing?!

Oi, what the hell are you up to? Come here!

Alarm rings

Horn blares

'The story of phodex starts in Brazil

'where, in the upper reaches of the Amazon

'is found an algae called phitex longinus.

'This algae is a naturally rich source

'of many vitamins and trace elements...

'Ten years of...'

doesn't exactly look consumer-friendly, does it?

'This new variety has been genetically engineered

'to increase its nutritional value even more.

'It is this super algae,

'which is processed into phodex -

'the perfect food for the future.'

dream on!

I mean, you can't possibly
make all that stuff out of that...

Laughing: That weed!

How are the canapes?

They're good.

Lovely. Thank you. Phodex.

I'm sorry?

It's all made out of phodex.

That's smoked salmon. Cheddar cheese.

Phodex.

It looks like common or garden pondweed,

but there's nothing common about it,

and you won't find it in your garden.

This is Sally, my research assistant.

Right, Sally, do the honours, please.

The guys who broke in here are after this?

The food industry's desperate
to develop something this.

It's the holy grail - food
for the next millennium.

So, straightforward industrial espionage?

Zander. Has been trying to
put me out of business years.

Zander? He's research director.

He's runs hennessy Brock.

They are the sharks of the food industry.

They want to swallow my company.

They'll do anything to get this.

What do you reckon?

The air-conditioning thing? It worked last time.

Too obvious.

What do you want to go for, then?

The jugular.

Ok. It's a 40-line exchange.

'I'll move fast.' Don't you always?

Ready when you are.

Alarm blares

'Hello! Hello!'

is that jbs security? Can you hear me?

Good morning. Jbs security. Can I help you?

Hello, it's Harris here at hennessy Brock.

Perfect.

Mr Harris said to go straight up.

We look great on these passes.
It's a shame about the printing.

Alarm stops

great.

Research and development, eighth floor.

Let's go.

Well, these sensor reeds
are completely untouched.

But this was the door the intruders used.

And there's no sign of any bypass.

I'd say someone left it open for them.

Our security passes log us in and out.

You can find out easily who was there last night.

Oh, this staff list needs updating.

Mr fricker, he died months
ago, the poor man. Really?

There was an accident.

Something to do with phodex.

Well, don't mention it to mr Lennox, though.

He, er... well, he doesn't like to talk about it.

Really?

Seems the computer's a bit
reticent on that subject too.

Hey, Beckett, announcement
of phodex from new earth foods.

No crime in a press release, ed.

Nor in having a keen interest in
photography, but check this out.

Hey, wait a minute.

It's where they're having the phodex launch.

What are these guys planning?

Phone rings

Hello, Zander. Hello.

'Have you got the information yet?

'I can't risk another disaster like
last night. You must try harder.'

well, that's why you're there.

Surveillance guys?

'Oh, I see. Who are they?'

Yeah, security? Two intruders, eighth floor.

Voices downstairs

Can't get any higher. Great (!)

Come on, get us in there.

Oh, excellent.

You're not scared of heights, are you?

Just don't look down.

Actually, don't look anywhere.

When we get down, I'll try
and get the door above open.

Right, go! Go, go!

Come on. Oh, no.

Ping

caught them yet? No, sir,
they must be on the roof.

It's been sealed off.

There they are! On top of the lift.

All security to the ground
floor. Repeat - ground floor.

Fricker... fricker's death is
an internal company matter,

outside your brief.

Is the process of making phodex dangerous at all?

Of course not. Absolutely not.

Unless, of course, you're stupid enough

to fall in the tanks or forget
to wear your oxygen mask.

Is fricker stupid enough to fall in a tank?

Forget about fricker.

I just want you to find out
which of my staff is a traitor.

What are you doing?

Well, cos the alarm on
the door that was left open

is computer-operated... Yeah.

..Whoever accessed it would have
to do so using a personal-user ID.

Whoever did that has wiped all the files,

but I'm running a little program
of my own to recover them. Right.

Yes. And while that's doing its stuff,

I'm a bit more interested in
trying to read this fricker file.

The one that Lennox is so anxious to hide.

Yes. Gotcha!

Sally, did you know fricker?

Sally?

Alarm buzzes

Sally, are you all right?

Sally?

Sally?

All well?

Fine.

I'm off now.

Oh, and that girl, ros, she's
gone. Hairdresser's she said.

Well, good night. Good night.

Well? Who else knew we
were going to hennessy Brock?

Mr glass. Myself. Sally. Where is Sally?

She was helping ros. They've
both gone for the night now.

Ros has gone?

Yes, to the hairdresser's, apparently.

Hairdresser's? Yeah, and I'm Elvis.

There's ros's kit. Where the hell is she?

What's this lighting failure?

Oh, just be a bulb.

Well, it says the whole circuit's gone.

Quickly, go!

There she is!

There's no oxygen. Get her out.

Oxygen. We need oxygen.

Oxygen. Ed.

Ros, breathe. Breathe for me.

Come on.

She coughs

excellent.

Sally - yes?

It certainly brings out the worst
in people, this pondweed of yours.

What are you doing here? I need to talk to you.

Get out of my chair.

The raid was a failure. You're fired!

I've discovered something.

Lennox's secret. The formula for phodex?

Something better.

Something we can really use
to bring Lennox to his knees.

And the first thing we should do...

Is to put him under some pressure.

"Cancel the launch. We
know the secret of phodex."

It's outrageous. What a nerve's Zander's got.

What does he mean, "the secret of phodex"?

The formula, of course.

How are you feeling today? Getting there.

Mr Lennox, is this really
just about the formula...

..Or is there something about
this phodex we should know?

Why the cover-up over the man who died?

Did his death have anything to do with this?

There is no cover-up.

Phodex is absolutely safe.

So, what now? Will you cancel the launch party?

Certainly not. This is my life's work.

Look, whatever Zander and
that wretched girl are planning,

I want you to ensure that it fails.
And how do you want us to do that?

The phodex will be at its most vulnerable

when we move it from new earth
to the restaurant for the launch.

'I want you to supervise
its safe transportation.'

ok, guys. One sitting-duck decoy on the road.

Ed, any sign of company?

Nothing, mate. Not a nibble.

'Maybe the threat was just a bluff.'

right, then, let's go.

Drive carefully, sir.

I always do. She's only just passed her test.

'We're on our way now, ed.'

'Still quiet here.'

'they've found us somehow.'

must have seen through me. Damn!

Can't you lose them?

Of course, but you're paying for the respray.

Looks to me very much like a gun.

What? Look.

Look out! She gasps

Beckett!

Next time, I'll drive the decoy.

Thanks, nice to be appreciated (!)

Is everything all right?

Zander tried something but we lost him. "We"?!

And the phodex is unharmed?

Yes... and we're all right as well.

Lock that in the kitchen till
the chef arrives. Thank you.

Thank you for helping make history today.

You'll tell your grandchildren about this.

Ok? Right.

Machine buzzes

Mr Lennox, all clear.

No bugs, no bombs, clean as a proverbial whistle.

Thank you. Great. Goodbye.

I asked for champagne glasses.

Mr Lennox, I haven't finished yet.

You're paying us to do a
job, and I'll see it through.

Chef! If you insist, yes, but
please try not to get in the way.

Let's go and just check that raw material.

Ah, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Mm, perfect.

Uh-uh, Patience.

Wait for Gerard here to weave his magic.

There's nothing here.

No sign of the file on
fricker. Ros found it yesterday.

Where's it gone? Ros said this might happen.

Apparently, Lennox is so
paranoid about this particular file,

that he's put extra security on it.

If the file gets opened...

Then it automatically saves

to a different filename and deletes the original.

So it's still in here somewhere,
but under an assumed name, yeah?

Exactly.

So, all we've got to do is search for a file

that was open when ros was
attacked, yeah? That's right.

Man, that's gonna take all night!

Well, you'd better get started then, haven't you?

Pity there's none of that
phodex stuff about. I'm starving.

Ladies and gentlemen, honoured guests,

I am deeply grateful that so many governments

have seen fit to send delegates
to my presentation here today.

By way of introduction, let
me remind you that everything

that you will eat at this
table is made from phodex.

I have dedicated much of
my life to developing this food,

and I am convinced that in a few
years, in countries rich and poor,

phodex will be feeding the world.

So let us welcome its arrival

with the one thing here today not made from it.

Although, perhaps one day... Laughter

ladies and gentlemen, I give you phodex.

All: Phodex.

Ed, I've got it. I think I've got it.

Here.

Excellent. Now you've got to get into it.

You know, that was really very
good. Don't sound so surprised.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen, having given you a taste

of the extraordinary qualities of phodex,

I would like to show you a short presentation.

Toxic. Phodex turns toxic if
exposed to ultraviolet light.

Man, that's what I call a product flaw.

How does Lennox expect to market
a food that can be made poisonous?

By keeping the flaw a complete secret.

Sally knew about this.

That's what she meant by "the secret of phodex".

'Ten years of intensive research
in the laboratories of new earth...'

different commentary: 'The phodex is toxic.

'You are all dying...'

guests protest

mr Lennox, what does it
mean? How did they find out?

How did Zander know? Know what?

Mr Lennox, what the hell is going on?

Is this the so-called secret of phodex?

When fricker died, we
discovered we had a problem.

Problem?

Phodex is perfectly safe... Normally.

Look at electricity. It can kill you.

Yeah, well, we don't make it into hamburgers

and sell it on the high street.
What is going to happen to us?

You'll be fine. We've developed an antidote.

We keep it in the propagation chamber.

And we keep large stock of the
antidote, and if ever that runs out,

it's just a very simple procedure to
make more using the raw phodex,

and we've plenty of that in here.

That explosion should have
taken care of the phodex.

Now they'll have to come to us for the antidote.

It's all going to plan.

Of course. I always plan in detail.

We poison the guests at
the launch, and now we'll...

How did you put it?

.. "Increase the pressure".

The money's as good as ours.

You take the wheel. I'll make our demands.

Be careful. They might try to trace it.

I had thought of that, Sally.

Now what are we asking for?

Ten million? Uh-huh.

Two million of that should see the
end of your days as a lab assistant.

Don't you think?

Mr Lennox?

Yeah. Yes, I'm ok.

Remember I ate before anybody else,

so the effects are more advanced in me.

What will happen next?

Disorientation, loss of sensory perception,

loss of motor skills, loss of memory,

then... then death.

Are you sure we shouldn't
be seeking medical advice?

With the antidote gone, there's no possible cure.

Raw phodex is the only source of the antidote.

Terrific (!)

What's the verdict on the chamber?
Did any of that raw phodex survive?

Unfortunately... Boiled beyond belief.

Is there no way of making
any antidote, mr Lennox?

Phone rings ok, run it up.

Ringing continues

it's all right.

Ringing continues

running? Yeah, mate.

Hello. 'This is Zander.'

hello, mr Zander. Where are you calling from?

There's no way you can find that out.

'You've poisoned a lot of people here.

'Now what's the deal? You've
got some antidote, right?'

doesn't Lennox have any?

It was all destroyed when the
propagation chamber blew up.

Yeah, that was a neat idea of mine.

So, how much will you pay for the antidote?

Look, surely you don't want these people to die?

I'm sure you don't either.

Look, we can get you some antidote.

But we want something in return.

'Ten million.'

well, I don't think mr Lennox can lay his hands

on that kind of money just at the moment.

'Let me give him encouragement.'

I have here some of the mutated phodex.

It's in solution and full of toxins.

'Unless you and Lennox get me my ten million,

'I'll pour this mutated
phodex into the water supply.

'Lennox will tell you
what effect that will have.'

well, why don't you tell me.

It'll grow and spread in the water supply,

putting the toxins into every tap in the land.

It's gonna take us a little while
to get that kind of cash together.

'I don't care where the money comes from.

'I'll fax you an offshore account.

'Arrange an electronic transfer.'

yeah, well, look, what about the antidote?

I mean, people are dying here.

You start arranging that ten million.

Gone. Did we get it?

Must've bounced it off every satellite up there.

Great! So we got nothing? Well, we got this.

This is a wonderful bluff.

There's no way they can refuse to pay.

They can't take the risk.

Who's bluffing? Where is the antidote?

In that canister?

Not exactly. What do you mean?

What are you doing? Redefining
our working relationship.

Sally, this is madness. What are you gonna do?

Well, exactly what you told them.

This isn't antidote. This is mutated phodex,

which I shall put into the water supply.

What?!

You can't threaten anyone with a gun.

Unless it's loaded.

Why turn on me?

You were gonna get a generous share.

Two million out of ten?

But millions could die.

Which is exactly why they'll pay up.

No!

'How much will you pay for some antidote?'

'you don't want people to die.'

'I'm sure you don't either...'

for the antidote... antidote...

..There's some seed material.

What... what is it?

Phodex seed material.

It's the germ of the whole project.

Beckett!

Yep? Apparently there's something
we can make an antidote with.

Where is it? Glass...

Glass.

Glass?

Glass... er...

Glass?

Glass! He's the head of security
at new earth foods. Go on, ed.

I'm on my way. Sit tight, mr Lennox.

'Doesn't Lennox have any?'

rewinds 'doesn't Lennox have any?

'That was a neat idea of
mine. How much will you pay?'

ros?

Are you sure you're up to this?

Clears her throat

take out the voices and
bring up the ambient sound.

We used to do this in college all the time.

Test each other. It was just a game then.

Are you ready for this?

Voices are faint

hum of motor, waves splash

they're on a boat, a small
one, probably a pleasure craft...

..On open water, not much
backwash. Can you hear that?

Just about.

We're going under a bridge.
Listen to the backwash now.

A railway bridge.

Ros, we're going to have to
narrow this down a little bit more, ok?

Mr Lennox only just had it installed.

What's the locking system? Combination?

No. Computer-coded?

Uh-uh. Well, what is it, then?

It's a time lock.

And it's not programmed
to open until nine o'clock.

I can't wait that long.

Not tonight. Nine on Monday morning.

You won't get in there this side of the weekend.

Beckett, there's a plane, coming in to land.

Approaching from the west. That
narrows the search area down a bit.

There's still a number of
waterways here, though, ros.

So, I'll cross-reference the other sounds.

I can do this. In time?

Get on the road. Head for that area.
I'll give you directions when I can.

What about you, ros? What about me?

Just stop them poisoning any more people.

Yeah.

I suppose this is foot-thick
reinforced steel, yeah? Yeah.

So blowing a hole in it
really isn't a possibility.

Mr Lennox said it'd need
an atom bomb to get in there.

Yeah, well, I don't think I've
got time to find one of them.

This thing stays shut till Monday.

We're just gonna have to
persuade it that it is Monday.

Now. Let's...

Ok.

You can't fool it.

It takes a direct feed off
the greenwich time signal.

It... well, you could have told me earlier.

Ros, I've just come off the
flyover, two miles west of the airport.

Yeah, that fits.

There's a railway bridge.

Turn right under it.

'Can you see the water?'

'yeah, lots of it.'

Beckett, I know where he's heading.

There's a pumping station,

five miles...

North... northwest.

Ros? Ros?

I've got it!

Tyres screech

What are you doing? I'm
learning to travel through time.

What?

I've located the incoming time signal.

If I can reproduce the exact
frequency, I can regulate the clock.

To make it go quicker? That's the general idea.

Don't do anything rash, mr Zander.

It's not Zander you have to worry about.

Hands behind your back.

Where is Zander? Feeding the fish.

You won't be needing this.

Move.

Zander: 'Ten million...
Ten million... ten million...

'Ten million... ten million... Ten million...

'Ten million... ten million...'

ha, bingo!

We've done it, glass. All right.

Password? Come on! I don't believe it.

Do you know what it is? No.

Mr Lennox wouldn't tell me. Think, man.

Is it the name of his wife,
the name of his kid, his dog?

I don't know. But... he does forget things.

He keeps an organiser. It's
always in his jacket pocket.

'Ros?

'Ros? Ros, can you hear me?'

ed?

Ros, listen, I need a
password to get into this safe.

Ok? It could be in Lennox's organiser.

'It's in his pocket.' Ed, I can't.

Ros, you can. Believe me, you can.

I know you can. Now listen to me.

They can't start making an
antidote till I get this out of the safe.

'Ros, do you understand me?'

Ed, I can't.

I suppose you being here means the money isn't.

Why are you doing this, eh?

You don't want to kill all those
people, a nice girl like you.

Don't patronise me!

Why isn't Lennox taking me seriously?

The last time I saw mr
Lennox, he was unconscious.

He's probably dead by now.

Well, you could have got the money.

You still can get the money.

I bet there are many people
who would pay for the privilege

of drinking pure water.

When I press this button...

The water enters the chamber here
and mixes with the mutated phodex.

When the water level reaches this outflow...

The dissolved phodex
enters the main water supply.

Lennox mumbles

I've got the organiser, ed. Well done, ros.

These deaths will be your responsibility as well.

The streets will be full of corpses.

All right. You've made your
point. Now turn the water off.

Screams: I want money!

And you can help me get it.

I can get you the money, all
right? I just need more time.

I can't open it. Just in your own time, ok?

Ok, I'm in.

Ros, try memo.

There's something here, but I can't read it.

I can't see properly. Ros, you can.

I know you can. Please try for me, will you?

I think it begins with an m.

It could be...

..Mandy or Manila or...

'Man...'

manna.

Manna from heaven. It's gotta be.

Yes!

All right, my friend. Do your thing.

Turn it off. You turn it off.

Alarm buzzes

She groans

help me.

Hold on!

She strains

loud thud

Ros!

Ros, come on.

She's still breathing. We're just in time.

Do you know algae's one of the
oldest forms of life on the plane?

Well, I know some that was past its sell-by date!

Ed and Beckett laugh

no, I'm serious.

It's been around for over 1,200 million years.

So that's what happened to the dinosaurs.

They were wiped out by
phodex. That's it! I give up.

What shall we have for supper? How about Chinese?

Bamboo shoots and fried seaweed? Don't think so.

How about Indian? That's a good idea.

Actually, Beckett, ed, um...

I'm a bit off my food at the moment.

I think it was something I ate.

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