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THE NEAR FUTURE

40°C THE NEW NORM

♪ I am stranger ♪

♪ But I’ve seen this place somehow ♪ ♪ It's the long road ♪

♪ that I choose to travel down ♪

♪ My ambition ♪

♪ had me dressed up like a clown ♪

♪ Feels like I’m running, always running ♪

♪ out of time ♪♪

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This week on lifeoutthere.com

paleoanthropologist Professor Michael O'Brien

whose book ‘The Missing Link’ just went viral

thanks to you guys.

It's Doctor.

Sorry?

I'm no longer employed by the university

Professor is incorrect, I have a doctorate, it’s ‘Doctor’.

You got fired for publishing it?

My contract was terminated as by mutual agreement.

See, that's a pisser, man

the book's a Bible to a whole bunch of people out there

You know that, right? Unfortunately, yes.

Which is why you're crowdfunding the research to keep it going?

My sister is.

[gentle music playing]

[moving car]

[car engine stops]

[car door closes]

[gentle music continues]

[notification tone]

Boom.

Three more investors.

What have they pledged this time?

Chewing gum?

$10, actually.

And two €5. ♪ I am stranger ♪

♪ But I’ve seen this place somehow ♪ ♪ I am stranger ♪

♪ But I’ve have seen this place somehow ♪

♪ I am a stranger ♪

We haven't finished yet.

Turn it off.

[deep sigh]

[gentle music continues]

♪ I am stranger ♪

♪ I am stranger ♪

We've got a post here

from a Princess Nefertiti who wants to know

how did you first discover the lines?

We believe the first Archaic humans lived here

from around a million years ago.

What, you mean like Neanderthals?

Pre Homo Neanderthalensis

for example Homo Antecessor

and Homo Heidelbergensis.

I wondered whether the paleogeography

of the area might yield fossils

so I use the multi-spectral imaging of satellites to collect

absorption properties from the surface lithology.

It was then I noticed a patterning in the outcrops, a uniformity.

Lines.

No, the idea of connecting them came subsequently.

Oh! Like - joining the dots?

[Gentle music playing]

There’s the top

curving round there -

to the base.

I'm starving. Are we done?

We've got a post here from Space Molester, which says

‘In your book you claim these lines

were some kind of message to us from prehistoric times.

But isn't it more likely that they were from the same advanced

race of extraterrestrials who built the pyramids?’

My book took on a life of its own.

But to be totally clear, I'm not a conspiracy theorist,

so no, I don't subscribe to the pseudoscientific idea

that intelligent extraterrestrial beings

made contact in antiquity.

So - what you're saying is Neanderthals from - like, what -

zillions of years ago were brainy enough to peg out

giant signposts which could only be seen from space?

Not zillions of years ago, 40 to 60,000 years ago.

But they were all thick as shite.

We don't know that. You're kidding right?

Sorry, was that a question? No -

Neanderthals were brainy?

I'm not suggesting

these marks were made by Homo Neanderthalensis.

So who then?

Perhaps an archaic human species

yet to be discovered.

You mean the missing link.

You didn't tell me he was fit.

He's an idiot.

Any more emails or

can I go?

Only if you promise to keep us posted.

In the event of my research yielding the anticipated outcome

and once has been subjected to the usual scholarly peer review

it will, of course, be published.

We haven't finished recording yet.

Really?

You were supposed to be raising money.

I want to dig here.

Found a bar.

An hour and a half’s drive.

I'll get the GoPro.

Wait? Now?

You get the lamps.

No, I want to go out.

We're going out.

I mean ‘out’ out, like - ‘for a drink’ out.

Why?

Err -

Because we've been up since five

We've done seven 16-hour days

And I'm sick of this.

I want a break.

I think this is ‘it’.

You've been saying that every night since we got here, and if this is ‘it’

‘it’ can wait.

Oh, they've got a live band

A Stereophonics tribute act.

Absolutely not.

Alyssa you come back right now.

Alissa.

Try not to stay up all night stalking Sarah.

[gentle music playing]

[deep sigh]

[dialing]

[cellphone ringing]

Hello.

This is Professor Sarah Pollinger.

I'm no longer using this number, and it doesn't take messages.

Please write if you need to get in touch.

Thank you.

[Beep tone]

[gentle music playing]

[footsteps]

[strange whisper]

[strange whisper]

[flashlight clicks]

[suspenseful music playing]

[heavy breathing]

Its 2.26am

Friday, 4th of September.

This is Dr. Michael O'Brien. You see

this mark - it could be mistaken for a naturally occurring fissure

in the rock surface but it’s too uniform for that.

The surface

It’s been repeatedly scored with a lithic flake.

See these lines curve arterially

down here and here

and in here, which is the exact spot

we found the scored mark.

[laughs]

Get it off.

Ahh!

♪ I’ve been searching ♪

♪ For an angel ♪

♪ All my life ♪

♪ Never understanding ♪

♪ Something’s missing ♪

♪ Losing pieces of myself time after time ♪

♪ But now it’s like ♪

♪ My world’s in color ♪

♪ ‘Cos I’ve found you ♪

♪ I’ve found an angel ♪

♪ I’ve found you, I found an angel ♪

[Laughs]

[footsteps]

Way-hey - it’s the Doc.

You remember me?

Yeah. How could I forgot? Sorry?

What are you doing here?

I meet your sister

at a bar last night.

Wouldn’t have guessed it tho’ - different dads?

Yeah.

Our mother loved weddings.

Hated being married.

That's funny.

Don’t think my dad would agree with you.

Meaning?

She vanished when I was seven

reappeared five years later

with a very special present just for me.

Spent the weekend getting acquainted and was gone.

What was the present?

Alyssa

So wait, uh,

but where’s her dad from?

Our mother was in Ethiopia on an archeological dig

when she got pregnant

so just guessing.

God, who abandons their kid.

Someone who puts their work first, coffee?

Oh, black, three sugars.

I couldn't get online, could I?

Just need to

check a few things.

Oh, hey, here she comes.

Coffee? Black please

Oh that’s our site.

I was going to mention this in the interview

who designed this? I did.

I don’t mean to hurt your feelings mate, but

it’s a bit shit.

No one reads blocks of text like this

you’ve got to break it up, man

get some images in here

dynamic headings - focus on the connective values.

Hey, I could have a look.

What's the password to the backend?

This is my Investor’s Page.

See, they can pledge things here.

Like what?

Water, petrol.

Sometimes even money.

Needs to be well more hard sell than that.

Can I have a word?

Wait here babes.

[suspenseful sound]

The idiot who believes in aliens.

Don’t tell me - everything sounds plausible

after five pints.

He gets me.

Three guesses which part of you he gets.

He'll be gone by tonight.

He need to be gone right now.

You going to make me stand here all day

or you're going to tell me what's going on?

[deep sigh]

I found something

last night.

Where?

The cave - on the exact spot where the lines meet.

You found something and you didn't tell me.

You were tied up.

You should have interrupted.

[laughs]

My investors are going to go ape-shit.

Get the SLR camera

I want to record everything.

Wait, wait.

What are we going to do about him?

Get rid of him. How?

You’re the one with the smooth moves, you'll think of something.

Cannot believe you just said that.

[thud]

[chuckle]

So I have to get back to work.

So I was thinking

maybe we could hook up next week.

At The Sing-along - even?

Sounds peachy.

Well, I will drive you back to town.

I'll just get my bag.

Mate.

Happy Hunting.

Keep me posted?

Once any research has been peer-group reviewed - And published -

Yeah, yeah yeah, I know the drill.

What have we here then?

Give me that.

Whoa.

What is that?

Come on babe, give it back.

You little shit. Ahhhh! Michael. Get off him!

OK. OK.

[laughs]

Ka-ching no?

No.

Because fossils of archeological significance are moved

to academic institutes for research and display.

Yeah, that goes without saying, but I'm just saying -

Get out!

Really?

You really want me out there

telling the world about this?

Dante! What do you want?

What's best for you. And that would be what?

You're an academic

Your talents are best used focusing on research.

I’ll sort the message.

Message what message?

Well the website, for starters, needs work.

You know what? He’s right. You stay out of this.

When news of this gets out, it will be crazy.

Right.

Which means you'll need someone like me

to manage the shitstorm.

The shitstorm will be managed by my university.

You don't mean Sarah? What? Who's Sarah?

The woman who fired him

who also happened to be his fiancée

before she fired him. That's enough!

Who’ll I’ll take care of because I'm legally trained.

You have a law degree?

Sort of.

A sort of law degree - that's original

And you will have access to my online channel.

[chuckle]

It's got 17,000 subscribers.

Half of whom think Martians built the pyramids.

Yeah, the half that made your book a bestseller.

I can't believe I'm listening to this.

Whatever this is, it's going to get complicated. Right?

Right?

You know, I'm right.

You stick to what you good at

I'll sort the rest.

You have my word

You're the boss.

Whatever you say goes.

Nothing happens without your say-so.

Nothing.

[suspenseful music playing]

[heavy breathing]

Oh!

Some kind of alien dinosaur egg?

There's no such thing as aliens.

You’re on firmer ground with the dinosaurs.

Sure it's old?

Not some

NASA Black Project?

Or one of those tech billionaire doomsday bunkers.

I want it carbon dated.

Once we’ve determined its age

will decide on next steps.

I'll run back down to the cabin

get my kit.

No.

I want it back in the lab.

Dante’s right.

It may be contemporary.

I don't want to be made the laughing-stock

all over again.

[grunting]

Keep going.

[grunting]

Go.

That’s it.

Oh.

[coughs]

So.

[camera clicks]

What's the plan?

Scan it will you?

Weird What?

Nothing.

There's nothing inside?

The scanner isn't penetrating the shell.

It's reacting like it's made of metal

or some mixture of finely ground metal and something.

That can't be right let me see.

It can't be solid we'd never have been able to lift it.

Then must just be the casing?

Recent then?

Creepy thing for someone to make then bury.

I mean, who’d do that?

See, I'm telling you that some classified bunker up there.

[thud]

Oh, well, I'd love to hear it

If you've got a better explanation.

[suspenseful sound]

What are you doing?

Get the heaters, from the bedrooms

I want to try something.

You want to thaw it out?

So, we're just going to stand here and watch it all day?

Yes.

We should cut into it, see what's inside, you got a drill?

I don't want to damage it just yet.

Why not? Get him out of here!

Give him a moment babes.

[suspenseful music playing]

Dante has

found a guy who will lend us some tools.

He's got stuff like an electric drill.

Yeah, go on then, get some tools.

Good idea.

We'll be back in a couple of hours.

If it hatches you’ll call?

[suspenseful music playing]

[liquor pouring]

[cracks]

[cracking continues]

[heavy breathing]

[tense music playing]

[phone chiming]

Hey!

Micheal?

Where are you? I can hardly hear you?

No clue, some place near Dante’s.

Are we okay to stay out a bit?

Anything happen with the egg?

Hello?

No.

What was that?

What was what?

Dante says hi.

Yo!

Stay out as long as you like.

Really? Are you sure?

Totally sure?

Totally.

[laughs] Sweet.

Okay bye-bye.

Bye. [phone beeps]

[suspenseful music playing]

[water pouring]

[chair drags]

[water flowing]

[grunting]

I'm not gonna harm you, I promise.

[heavy breathing]

[archaic language]

[towel drops]

Wait! Stop!

[archaic language]

Sorry, I don't understand.

You want to drink some water?

Water.

Water.

That's right.

[glass clinks]

[water pouring]

No wait, you can’t go out there.

[suspenseful music playing]

[archaic language]

Um -

This is where we found you.

We dug here and

this is where you were.

[archaic language]

What are you saying?

[gasping]

What is it?

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

It’s called a mobile.

Mobile?

Mobile.

Mobile, that's right.

Um - watch.

[keyboard typing]

Hello?

Hello.

Michael.

Michael.

[archaic language]

What is it? What's the matter?

[phone drops]

Homo Antecessor

who we believe lived along the Norfolk coast

900,000 years ago.

And this Homo Heidelbergensis

Who lived in West Sussex

half a million years ago

Homo Neanderthalensis

they lived here

from 400,000 years ago

until 40,000 years ago.

These were all drawn by the the paleo artist

John Gurche.

They're from his book ‘Lost Anatomies’.

This is how I found you

by connecting the marks you

left behind.

[archaic language]

What is it? What's the matter?

[archaic language]

Sorry, I don't understand.

[archaic language]

Food? Hungry?

Hungry?

Hungry.

Fridge

to keep food cold.

Brrrr, cold.

Cold.

Hot.

Fire.

Hot.

We're going to cook them

unless you eat them raw?

Hot.

Cooked then.

Hot.

Plate to um

eat food on.

Plate.

Knife.

Fork.

To eat with. Where are you going?

[plate clanking]

Hot, so um

eat with knife and fork?

Or - use your hands. Whatever you want.

Eat.

[sound from outside]

[cutlery clanking]

[laughing]

Been out on the lash bro?

Ooo you look worse than us.

What's the time?

Strong black coffee time Uh, 5:30

You not just woken up?

Uh. No.

Uh yes. Um, I'm going to get you that coffee.

Where's the aspirin.

Oh, yeah, chuck us one babe.

Tell you what

go to bed.

Nah. Too wired. Wait!

What?

Do you want another coffee?

Got one thanks.

How's the egg?

[suspenseful music playing]

Michael.

Michael, You promised you'd call.

Michael, what happened?

Ahahahaha!

No no, no, no, no.

Woah.

What happened?

Huh? What was inside.

Nothing. Nothing?

It cracked open, fell apart.

Nah, don't believe you.

Ah!

[cup crashes to floor]

Woah, woah, woah. No, no, no.

[archaic language]

[suspenseful music playing]

What is she?

I don't know yet.

She’s definitely post Homo Neanderthalis

she fits somewhere on the line between them and us.

Between humans and Neanderthals?

[archaic language]

What she trying to say?

I don't know. It’s not like any language I've ever heard.

[archaic language]

The clicks?

What?

They're like the sounds made in the African Khoisan language group.

The sounds are easily heard in high grasses when hunting.

[archaic language]

You know, what’s crazy?

In a couple of days we could be translating her.

Two days.

If we nail the 1000 high frequency words

we’ll pretty much be able to understand what she's saying.

We could download a translation program

Gather as many words in common to both our languages as possible.

You mean

we will be able to talk to her?

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

Dante.

Dante.

Oh my God.

Okay.

Okay.

Um -

You.

Your name.

Um - Dante

[archaic language]

[laughs]

I'm never going to remember that.

I'm calling her Lucy.

You know, after the that fossilized skeleton

those blokes found in Ethiopia while they were listening

to ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’.

You mean the female

Australopithecus Afarensis, found by Donald Johanson in 1974?

2.0. Lucy.

‘Cos she’s the upgrade.

[archaic language]

You’re really saying

we can translate this?

Have you told anyone?

No, not yet.

Right, um

I think we should spend a few days

scoping her out. Give ourselves a head start

before handing her in?

Where is she going?

Maybe she wants to get to work.

[laughs]

Alright.

We have to follow strict protocols, we need her X-rayed

we need to film everything.

We have to disinfect this area.

Genius.

I knew you were right.

[chair drags]

[keyboard typing]

So? How does this work?

Okay, I'm just downloading the program.

Right?

First off, we need as much text in parallel

as possible.

Nose.

Nose.

Except she's going to say in her own language.

[archaic language]

Did she just understand what you said?

Hang on, turn the camera on.

[electronic music playing]

Ear.

Mouth.

Eye.

[archaic language]

[laughs]

My nose.

Your nose.

[archaic language]

My nose.

Your nose, my mouth, your mouth.

Boom!

[laughs]

That's incredible.

I thought this was going to take ages.

[archaic language]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

Slow down.

Around 40,000 years ago,

an unexplained mutation took place in our DNA.

Some have called this the ‘Tree of Knowledge’ mutation.

At that moment, we experienced an explosion

in our language suppleness, meaning, for the first time,

that we were able to transmit to each other information about

things which do not exist.

Imagined worlds, unicorns. God.

We went from talking about snakes

and goats to sin

and Satan.

When our language exploded,

so did we.

The DNA mutation transformed us

from small-time hunter gatherers living in small clans

to species capable of using visionary language

to unite millions

of people in a single quest

thereby enabling us

to dominate the planet.

To date, no one's been able to explain

how or why this mutation occurred

but I believe it may have been passed to us from

another hominin species with whom

we interbred.

Hey Lucy, Lucy

What color?

You’re on colors already?

Red.

Someone's just pledged 15 quid.

We don't want any more investors.

Shut the page down.

It's less for us.

Shut it down

I'll do it, what's your username?

Hey, that's my page.

Yeah, and you need to shut it down, like now.

Babe.

Get off me.

Look, this has gone way beyond pledges.

Made by my best mates.

Who we’ll take care of

but right now we're fully funded, so click there.

There. Yeah, I know.

[keyboard typing]

Hey.

We are so sorted.

If we don't get caught.

For what? I don't know.

Harboring an illegal alien?

You think she's from outer space?

[laughs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[keyboard typing]

Hey Lucy, these are headphones.

Headphones?

Headphones.

[laughs]

Water. [laughs]

Morning. Morning.

Hey, check this out.

Lucy?

The lamps are on the table.

[archaic language]

The lamps are on table.

[laughs]

What are you doing?

Lucy?

Show Alyssa, how you can count.

How many lamps?

Two.

[laughs]

She's not a pet learning tricks.

Are you.

You need to look at this.

[thud]

[chair pulls]

Us. Homo Sapiens. This is her.

Her skull, the cranium, mandible, larger by 2%.

The difference is tiny, but it's there.

Homo Neanderthalensis, thicker bones, shorter limbs, thicker metacarpals

quite different from us, but also her.

So she fits somewhere between us and the Neanderthals?

Much, much closer to us.

This is going to revolutionize

our understanding of the timeline.

The supposition is always been

that these archaic humans were - Primitive?

That’s one thing she's not.

She's got the 1000 words down pat

and she’s not even supposed to be learning them.

Nothing she's seeing is surprising her.

You’d think she’d be freaking out.

I just caught her on Youtube.

Doing what?

I don't know.

Scoping us out?

Here's the kicker.

Here's her brain

and here’s what happens when you super it onto a human cranium.

Here's the human brain

with its neo prefrontal cortex and it’s encephalisation

quotient of 7 and here's hers with an EQ of 12.

But that would give her

a social grouping over 500.

Having to negotiate a clan of that size

would give you insane social skills.

What would that mean for her powers of perception,

intuition, her ability to read emotions.

She’d have the highest level of cognitive ability

we've seen yet. It would be like

having a mind that could travel through space and time.

There's nothing going on between you two?

What do you mean?

She's not going to fix you.

Fix me?

What are you talking about? You know.

No, actually,

I don't.

Yes, actually. you do.

You ruin relationship after relationship

because of mum.

I'm not the one cruising bars

for one-night stands.

What is that supposed to mean?

Go on.

Don't you dare

ever suggest I'm anything like our mother.

Alright?

[footsteps]

What's going on?

Good question.

So the size of our brain

is directly related to the size of our social group.

It's more like the ratio.

And the human clan is 150?

Yeah. After that it splits and a new group forms.

You've heard that thing, like in businesses, 150

people is the optimum size for any department or company.

So the bigger the clan, the more intelligent

you have to be to flourish in it.

Which makes Lucy

unbelievably smart.

Well she is.

You can tell that a mile off.

This land, it's rains?

Used to.

But are not for a long time.

You were encased in a shell?

It's made from a delicately-ground rare metal.

Very rare.

You mined it?

From the earth?

Do you understand what I'm asking you?

Yes.

But you left no trace.

We hide.

Who from?

You.

Me? I don't understand.

Your people.

Us?

You mean Homo Sapiens?

This is where you lived?

Yes.

Your clan.

Many clan.

Multiple hominin species lived here?

Together?

What, you all lived peacefully?

What was it like?

Did you

Did you talk to each other?

Fight?

We know you interbred.

What I meant was, did you have a mate?

A family?

Girl.

Daughter?

Her father, you.

I mean my species. Your

partner, your mate was

Homo Sapiens?

My girl taken

by your people here.

No. Yes.

You come, too many.

You broken.

I will not go to the broken world.

What are you saying?

You keep me?

That's

that’s not possible.

Yes. You will not send me there.

Say yes.

I, I -

I can't.

Your God.

If you are him in my time.

What am I seeing?

Choose one clan

all the rest to die.

You mean

you mean I'm God and I get a second chance?

Choose one.

Just one species all the rest to die.

[scoffs]

You're asking, would I still choose Homo Sapiens?

[deep sigh]

What about that?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that looks good.

Are you alright?

Hey, hey, check this out.

Okay.

Oh, we called her language ‘Archo’.

Do you get it? After ‘Archaic’.

Ready?

Hello.

My name is Dante.

What is your name?

(computer voice, archaic language)

Lucy? Back in your time

what did you eat for breakfast?

(computer voice, archaic language)

Go on, answer.

(computer voice, archaic language)

[archaic language]

(computer voice, ‘I don’t understand’)

Yeah, you do - breakfast.

What did you eat?

[archaic language]

Turn that thing off.

(computer voice, archaic language)

[suspenseful music playing]

What's this?

Oh, it’s the website.

It's almost finished.

So, this is the language area. Audio dictionary is here.

Here's the blog.

Live footage here.

Background info

here.

And this is my investors’ page.

We've allocated points

depending on the size

of the pledge like shares

so they can participate in the income stream.

The design is perfect, right? it's edgy

like Lucy.

It's not published?

Nah, but we’re pretty much ready.

Ready for what?

To launch her onto the market man.

We'll give your university a six-month window of course.

And then you can get your old job back.

Once you’ve fired Sarah.

Then we use its scientific reputation as the selling point

to draw out a wealthy investor

or a national museum

whoever can pay.

Sell her? To the highest bidder?

I'll be looking at the legals it’s a grey area I know

but strictly speaking, it's finders keepers.

‘Archaic Human’ or ‘Ancient Alien’?

Ah mate, that’s - ‘Much of human culture may have come from

a 'Mother Culture' developed by extraterrestrial visitors from ancient times.

All religious deities - or gods - are, by their very nature, extraterrestrial.'

Just a bit of fun, you know,

for the crazies out there who love your book.

Fun? Who knows anything, right?

We know she's not a martian

who flew in on a spaceship. You sure about that?

We have to delete this now.

Michael.

Oh mate.

You still using my password or did you change it?

Get off that. How do you get into the back end?

Like I said, nothing happens without your say so.

Like I said

Micheal! Get back.

[heavy breathing]

You're going to sit down and you're going to delete the site.

Mate.

Delete.

Alright you're the boss.

[suspenseful music playing]

[deep sigh]

[keyboard typing]

The website is now history.

And all the source folders.

Everything that’s filed here

everything we’ve filmed. Gone.

Here’s the Dictionary.

Gone.

History, images

Gone.

Gone.

It's gone. Empty the trash.

No.

Empty the trash. Ahhh.

And that

is the sound

of silence.

Happy now?

He has totally lost it.

He's just protecting his reputation.

[laughs]

There's been an explosion lately of archeological looting

and international black-market sales

and he needs to be seen to be doing the right thing.

We are doing the right thing.

His university gets its six month window.

What more does he want?

Hey.

Come to bed.

[punches]

We should be cleaning up right now.

And we will - just come to bed.

[footsteps]

[suspenseful music playing]

Motorbike.

Motorbike.

We ride.

[engine starts]

[thud]

Oi, that's my bike.

Michael.

I was just thinking.

As paleoanthropologists

we excavate fossilized remains,

analyze our findings, lecture, write, but

all anyone really wants to know is

what was it like?

Family birth, death?

What were your rituals?

Your taboos, your

unspoken codes underneath

everything?

You live

in past.

For my job -

yes, I suppose I do.

No you -

you live in past.

This land.

It burns.

Temperatures are rising. Yes.

You’re saying, you mean I should be more focussed on the present?

You have spoken Alyssa?

Not yet.

You live with her.

Yes.

You are like, Father.

She's my sister.

Yes. I feel responsible for her.

Your mother?

Where is she?

Gone when I was seven.

Where?

Who knows.

Actually, I do know because somethimes I look her up

always on some archeological dig somewhere, making a splash.

Your father?

After she left?

Dead man walking in booze drenched shoes.

When she came back with Alyssa he should have acted smart

but instead, the stench of his desperation drove her away

this time for good, Now I get it.

I know how he felt. You do weird things

when you've lost your mind.

So now,

with Sarah, when she fired me for publishing the book

it was like I turned into him.

I just couldn't let it go.

This whole trip's been about

‘I'm going to show her’.

So now

the question is,

how do you let go of the woman you're supposed to be

spending the rest of your life with

in wedded bliss.

Till death do us part?

How do you find the strength

to walk

away, rejoin the human race?

Where people eat at mealtimes, sleep at night?

And think

watching a tribute act is a great night out.

Thank god you can't understand what I'm saying.

Broken man.

Talk to Alyssa.

Okay, okay, I will. I’ll talk to her

when we get home.

Does Micheal ever sleep?

What do you mean?

He was up all night.

Doing what?

Looking at maps from round here.

Found them on his history.

You've been stalking his history?

Look. 2am. 3, 4

[suspenseful music playing]

Pretty sure that's not Micheal.

What’s she up to?

Wait.

These are the photos I took yesterday.

These marks

they weren’t here yesterday.

What do you reckong, like, a kilometer between

There's more of her.

The goose that laid our golden egg just went nuclear.

[laughs]

It's me and you, babe.

Flying to the moon.

And Michael.

Sorry.

You, me

and Michael flying to the moon.

Michael's lost it.

You know I'm right?

So we need to be the grown-ups in the room.

Meaning?

We have to take this into our own hands.

Sorry, I'm still not following.

Do you really think

some near-bankrupt

Z-list university in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere

is capable of handling this?

And you are? Capable of handling this?

I'm legally trained.

You dropped out of a six-month online course.

What are you saying?

What are you saying?

What I'm saying?

What we need is

let's call him

a wealthy benefactor, tech billionaire kind of guy

who could buy the rights to this thing,

set up a foundation, all tax deductible.

You, me, and Michael in charge.

I've been scoping out some potential leads.

I mean, it’s

pretty much everyone

with the money - cause think about it.

The world's craziest bidding war.

You never have to work again.

Worry about money.

Leave this shit-hole

travel, have some fun, have a life.

It's what you keep telling me

you want.

[motorycle approaching]

Okay. But you need to give me some time to get him on side.

How much time?

As much time as I need.

He's got be on side.

Not really.

Yes, really.

No Michael, no me.

We’ll totally disown you.

You know, we're way past that, babe.

We need to talk.

In private.

No worries.

You're the boss.

[suspenseful music playing]

What have you two been up to?

Just out for a ride.

All day?

No, we dismounted a bit.

To do what?

Nothing, to talk.

About, what? What is this?

The Spanish Inquisition?

Is this the DNA analysis?

No trace of anything?

But we know there was extensive interbreeding

between archaic humans.

Apparently not with her.

Her daughter - the father was Homo Sapiens so

her clan's DNA

must have entered our gene pool -

maybe against their will?

It sounds like you two had a right old chin-wag.

What is going on?

The shit is about to hit the fan on this thing Michael

don't go weird on me.

What?

She'll be treated like some lab rat.

Not our problem.

Isn't it? No.

Because you know what'll happen to her if she leaves here?

If, if she leaves?

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, here we go.

Let's just get through it.

When she's taken from here, she'll be put in a cage

like some laboratory monkey

experimented on, injected with every chemical

under the sun, cut open, impregnated even, you name it.

And when she dies, there's no way

she's getting a humane burial.

Her corpse

will be sawn into little pieces and put on display in museums,

in jars of formaldehyde for all the world to ogle at.

Every second of her life, every inch of her body will be

photographed shared online desecrated.

So what are you saying?

What is the plan here?

For the rest of our lives -

We will - what - we

We hide her under the bed?

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

We destroy everything, all evidence she ever existed.

Michael.

Then she can come and live with us.

Oh, my God. You're serious?

We'll create a new identity for her.

It's easily done. Easily done.

Oh, ‘cos you and I have an address-book full of identity

theft crooks.

Not to mention, you know,

bank accounts full of money to pay them with.

So she can live free. Live free?

And, and what?

Oh, I know.

Help us publish the definitive treatise on

our cognition’s evolutionary timeline.

Perhaps.

Listen to yourself

you are making no sense.

What if she goes out and she gets herself pregnant?

That's not going to happen.

You don't know that.

That baby would be contaminating our gene pool.

And what about Dante?

Obviously, he needs to go.

Go?

I mean, leave.

Oh. Oh, good ‘Leave’?

Persuaded not to talk.

And we're going to do that, how?

I think that's your job, don't you?

Micheal.

He's on a mission.

Nothing we do is going to stop him now.

Oi, Lucy.

Want to fill us in?

Give us the scoop on all your mates buried out there.

Oh, camera-shy are we?

You don't feel like talking.

Well, no worries, because I've got enough to kill it.

[laughs]

How could you have introduced that

half-brained little shit into our lives?

I'm not the one screwing the missing link!

And I am not going to spend what is left of my already pissy

little life hiding out like a criminal.

Where are you going?

I'm sorry, Michael.

[tense music playing]

[bag chucked]

[grunting]

[grunting]

Got something to say?

Something to our viewers, Lucy?

[glass shatters]

Introducing The Missing Link.

She may look like a Stone Age warrior

who’d hack into bits with her rock. But trust me

She’s anything but dumb.

Michael. Give me that.

Say, ‘Hello World’.

I'm streaming Live. Just saying.

You know she's just as valuable dead right?

Let her go. Err, no.

[grunting]

Micheal!

[suspenseful music continues]

Ah, your secret’s out mate.

Come on, you know it’s over,

Delete his stream.

We don't have his password.

As in, we do have his password?

Ah, it's too late.

[grunting]

[phone drops]

Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no, no!

You little shit!

[heavy breathing]

What now?

Call for help.

No, absolutely not.

No-one else knows he’s here. That you met in that bar. That he came home with you?

No, Micheal.

We're not going on with this.

No one can find out about her.

No, Michael. No, I don't agree.

You’ll agree to whatever I tell you to.

Is his stream deleted? Yes.

Oh, yeah.

So now we can just pretend that this never happened

dead body to worry about

But hey! You know, you can’t have everything.

Where's my mobile?

Someone's nicked my mobile.

[low music playing]

Give it to me.

Give me my phone.

Who are you?

What do you want? What are you up to?

[keyboard typing]

[archaic language]

(computer voice) You are too clever Micheal.

That doesn't sound like a compliment.

[archaic language]

(computer voice) The marks, for my people

you should have left them.

You've been lying in wait for 40,000 years?

To do what?

[archaic language]

(computer voice) One day soon

your species will burn.

Sorry, what?

You're waiting for armageddon?

[archaic language]

(computer voice) Your apocalypse, not ours.

No.

We were small-time hunter gatherers

harmless enough until you came along.

It was your DNA which made us what we are today.

[archaic language]

(computer voice) Against our will.

When we saw what we had made

it was time for us to hide.

Us?

There are more of you?

Yeah.

A shit ton of them See?

[archaic language]

(computer voice) Ten thousand years

we lived here.

[archaic language]

(computer voice) Ten Thousand years from now

where will you be

Homo Sapiens?

[notification sound]

Michael.

What is it?

They're coming.

Hashtag, ‘Lucysouthtere.

Dante’s mobile must have broadcast our location?

I will not go to the broken world.

We'll keep you safe, I promise.

Sorry, what?

Alyssa, just go with this.

We're not hiding her.

You want to feed her to those vultures? No.

I want to stick with the original plan.

Work within an academic establishment.

When we thought we'd be digging up teeth.

Well they're onto us.

What?

We spend the rest of our lives on the run?

You career, my life over.

Do what you want, I’m out of here.

[grunting]

When I woke

I thought to see my daughter.

What daughter?

You said she was taken.

Her sister.

She's here?

You

clever.

But child.

Why can't you grow?

I've no idea what you're talking about.

[heavy breathing]

Why don't I grow up?

You seen what we are?

I have no future.

Degree worth nothing.

Never going to have a real job.

Secure home.

What is out there for me?

You want to live?

Well yeah, obviously.

Say it.

Say what?

‘I want to live’.

Say it.

Say It! Okay, yes I want to live.

[low music playing]

I want to live.

You do as I say.

Promise.

Okay. I promise.

[music playing]

[paper rustling]

[car trunk opens]

[footsteps]

You do as. I say.

Promise.

Okay, I promise.

[thud]

[gasoline pouring]

[matchstick igniting]

[fire crackling]

Michael.

I cannot go.

Sorry?

You can’t stay here.

No. Yes.

Don't listen to Alyssa.

Let me go Micheal.

No.

Yes.

[fire crackling]

[gentle music playing]

Your God.

If you are him.

Choose one clan

all the rest to die.

You mean, I’m God

I have a second chance?

You're asking, would I still choose Homo Sapiens?

Let's go.

Sure?

Hey.

Love you.

[door closes]