Syncro: F.B Cavalcante
Hi. You all right?
When's Hunter coming back?
Why, are you missing him?
What are you implying?
We may have been out here too long
without a singleeligible man in sight,
but I'm not that desperate.
You never know.
You might be missing something.
What, with Hunter?
He's old enough to be my father.
So?
God, you've got a dirty mind.
Seriously, I do think he's got a little bit of a crush on you.
No.
-Yeah, he said to me -Don't.
It's not fair on him. He's a nice man.
Well, then.
Well, if he's so nice...
Why don't you have him yourself?
Yeah, I thought that'd shut you up.
Anyway...
I don't really have time for that sort of thing.
Where is it?
There have always been places like this in this web.
I remember them from before the fighting.
I thought everything had changed.
I was me that had changed.
Quiet!
The path is obvious to those of our people who intend no harm.
It's a condition of travel.
Our people?
The Preceptors...
The Protectorate...
There's no difference really...
Just history.
Forget the hatred...
And the breach becomes clear. If you can't...
Well.
- You smug bastard. - What's happening to you?
I've learnt the worth of individuals apart from myself...
Apart from my own kind.
You can't turn your back on all the killing.
It's part of you.
Show us the breach. We'll follow.
I'm not ready to go through.
Not yet.
You two...
You're not fit.
I think you'll change your mind.
Okay, we'll go through the preliminary stages again.
So, you can open the files in sequence,
as before, then go to the Hunter directory and
open a construct.dnp file in the Doors application.
All right?
You're not too tired?
No.
We're only a little late,
and if you're tired we can stop now and restart tomorrow.
It's up to you.
I must say, we're doing rather well at the moment.
If we stop now then...
We'll be back to square one in the morning.
But as I say, it's up to you.
No, really, it's fine.
I'll carry on.
Where's Sheila got to with that coffee?
I expect she'll be here in a minute.
Right.
Okay, in your own time.
So, we're into the preliminaries.
That's it, level one.
Don't forget the missile guidance.
Good.
This is much faster, Meta.
Very good.
Leave the coffee cup alone, thank you.
Sorry, I was getting bored.
You won't be bored in a minute.
Carrying on to level two.
Coffee...
Leave it, Meta.
Sorry.
And now to the Hunter directory.
Opening the construct.dnp file in the Doors application.
Shit!
Meta, are you all right?
Face.
I saw a man's face.
Egan!
Your move.
Egan!
Right, that's enough.
What's happened?
What's going on?
That hurt, did it?
You know what that is?
Pain.
You want to be careful...
There's a lot of it about in this universe.
Do you remember?
You said that to me once when we first met.
Feel better now, do you?
Where is Egan?
Just tell me where he is.
No...
Don't piss me about.
What do you mean?
You took us through the breach and into the web.
You brought us here. You tell me where he is!
Do you know how much you're beginning to irritate me?
No.
This much.
Now listen very carefully.
I do not know where Egan is...
And now I believe you don't either.
These are the facts.
We were in the dimensional web...
And then suddenly...
We weren't.
We didn't exit through a portal...
Or a breach, or a power break.
So...
I don't know how we got here...
Or where we are.
Maybe this is another mission.
To tell the truth, I don't very much care at the moment.
All I want to do...
Is to get away from wherever the hell we are now...
And back to where I was before.
Give me the information stream.
Egan's got it.
Egan...
Right...
We've got to find him.
Either he's still in the web,
in which case we need to find a breach...
Or he exited when we did.
In either case we've got some searching to do.
- Where are you going? - Have you been listening to me?
Yeah.
What am I supposed to do?
I'm not a bit interested in you or what you do.
What are you doing?
You said you weren't interested.
Who are you?
Saul!
Solomon!
Saul!
Don't move!
Inspector Egan?
What's the Met doing here?
Can you walk?
-No -Great.
Meta!
What the bloody hell?
Who is he?
- Why did you shoot him? - He'd got a gun.
Take this.
Tie it above the wound to stop the bleeding.
Isn't that dangerous?
Normally, but we've just got to get him into the house.
Do it!
- All right? - Yes.
You take that arm.
Hey, maybe you've lost the knack.
Our ways are always open to any of our people who intend no harm.
That's the condition of travel.
That's what you said, wasn't it?
Well, hitting me with that piece of wood wasn't exactly intending no harm.
Maybe you just can't see breaches any more.
Maybe we've dragged you down to our level.
Inflicting grievous bodily harm on creatures like you doesn't count.
Very funny.
It looks like the bullet has gone straight through.
Meta, put on the dressing,
secure it, not too tightly.
Right.
I'll go phone for help.
And put his leg up on the table.
Very well.
ETA?
No, I don't foresee any trouble keeping him.
Hello?
Right, help is on the way.
Meanwhile I think we'll get him upstairs and make him comfortable.
Wouldn't it be easier to keep him downstairs?
If I wanted your expert advice.
-But surely... -Meta, don't argue.
How long are you going to keep this up?
As long as it takes.
You do realise that if we are back on Earth,
we'll probably end up walking all the way
back to that silly bitch on the bridge.
And you won't have to worry about breaches.
You'll be all cuddly,
comfy cosy with your favourite human being.
My feet are killing me!
Yes!
- What are you going to do? - Yes.
Transport.
Metropolitan police?
You're a long way from home.
How can I help you, Officer?
We're conducting a very important investigation,
and our squad car doesn't appear to have turned up.
Get in the back.
Go on.
Thank you very much, Mister?
Hunter. Mister Hunter.
- And where're you going, Mister Hunter? - Well, I was er just going home.
Orchard Cottage, just a few miles up the road.
All right, that'll do for now, then we'll see.
Start the engine, would you?
Keep a look out, Mister Solomon.
You could get a good sweep of the area from here,
- wouldn't you say? - Yes, I would.
I would say that.
Detective Inspector.
Good.
Well, drive on.
Right, turn him round.
What are you doing here?
Shit.
I've seen you somewhere before.
Who are you?
Meta.
What are you doing?
Sedative.
Should keep him out of mischief for a bit.
Okay.
Come on.
Is he dangerous?
Hunter will be back soon.
Just concentrate on your work.
Coffee?
I could do with some of that herbal tea stuff that you like so much.
None left.
Everything all right?
It's just that you look a bit tired.
I thought Hunter worked you a little too late last night.
It's all right.
He felt the tests were going well.
It's not as if I have anything else to do here.
Well, no.
You must say, Meta...
Say if you're too tired.
What do you care?
- Sorry. - It's okay.
You're only doing your job.
Shield, the one who shields me,
protects me, looks after my interests.
Funny names they give us.
Meta, Hunter, Shield.
I prefer to be called Sheila.
It's a pet name that stuck...
Over the years.
What's your real name?
Shall I tell you mine?
No.
That'll be Hunter back with the shopping...
- It was his face. - What?
Whose?
The man I saw during the experiment last night.
It was his face, him upstairs.
Who the hell has he got with him?
Yes?
Detective Inspector Saul, Metropolitan police.
This is my associate, Mister Solomon.
He's a member of the public who's helping us with our enquiries.
I see.
We needed a lift.
No luck, Mister Solomon?
- No. - What are you looking for?
-I'm afraid I can't say, Miss... -Mz.
Mz Sheila Donnelly.
Well, I'm afraid it's a rather sensitive issue...
Mz Donnelly.
You're not the first policeman we've had today.
- Meta. - Really?
Who else has been here?
Well, I can't remember his name,
but he's a Detective Inspector like you.
- He's upstairs. - Meta, why don't you go back to the house.
No. Wait a minute, Miss.
What's his name, Mz Donnelly?
Egan.
And what's he doing upstairs?
- Taking a piss? - He's injured.
We found him, he was injured.
I've sent for an ambulance. It should be here soon.
- How badly is he hurt? - Not badly, he should be all right.
Right, if you could show me where he is;
No point.
He's unconscious.
All the same...
I must see him, if you please.
Of course.
You wait here, Mister Solomon.
DI Egan and I are colleagues, after all.
Right, Mz Donnelly.
Can I get you a coffee, Mister Solomon?
Thank you.
He was like this when we found him.
Okay.
Thank you, Mz Donnelly.
If you could leave us for a moment or two.
But he's unconscious.
Shouldn't we really let him rest until the ambulance arrives?
Wait downstairs with the others, please, Mz Donnelly.
I thought I'd give you a rest today.
Come on.
Saul.
There you are, you little bastard.
What happened?
Is that bitch still here?
The one with the gun.
She shot me, the stupid cow.
Who was this?
The Donnelly woman?
Someone else?
There is no one else.
I got out of the barn.
She was waiting for me.
She shot me in the leg.
It bloody hurt.
Saul.
Okay, okay, I'm here, I'm here.
The information stream.
She took it. She's got it.
We have to get it back. Find out.
What way here?
Find out what?
What it means.
What, what means?
I saw a face.
God.
She put something into my arm.
Information stream.
Egan.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Egan!
Where the hell are they?
- How is he? - Unconscious.
-Mz Donnelly... -They said that they'd sent a helicopter.
I just don't understand where it's got to.
Did you find...
A personal computer anywhere near DI Egan?
- Personal computer? - Yes, about that big.
I see.
Do you mind if I take Mister Solomon outside for a walk?
We need to discuss our case.
It is a police matter.
Be my guest.
Where are they?
Are you enjoying yourself, Saul?
Yeah.
I am.
I'm really enjoying getting right up your nose, actually.
You are, are you?
Yes, yes, I am.
Good.
So long as you're having a good time.
Egan's unconscious?
Donnelly injected him with something.
How'd you know that?
I brought him round.
Very impressive.
I thought so.
There's something else.
He'd been shot...
By her, Donnelly.
Sexy Sheila.
- Shot? - Yeah.
He materialised in the barn.
When he broke free...
She gave him one in his leg.
Have to watch her, you know.
- She could prove to be unpredictable. - That's what I was thinking.
Want to know something else?
If you know something else, Saul...
It would be in your interest to tell me.
She's got the information stream.
I see.
So if this is another mission,
we've no way of finding out about it.
What are you playing at, Egan?
What?
Do you think this ambulance is on the way?
Dunno.
You mean she could be lying about it?
She's lying about virtually everything else.
Well, we'll have to wait and see.
Whatever happens, Egan's leg will have healed by tomorrow morning,
Which should raise a few questions with the locals.
So we'll just have to bide our time, find out what's going on...
And take the first opportunity we get.
And that's all I'm interested in.
Finding the information stream...
So we can get out of here.
Evening, boss.
Thank you. Evening, Mike.
- How are the lads? - Not so bad.
Right.
Still no radio contact with Control.
Great.
- Any sign of Edwards or Stevens? - Not a sausage.
It's like they disappeared off the face of the Earth.
Right.
Chas, Alan...
Give the perimeter the once-over and check it's clear.
- Right you are, boss. - Right you are, boss.
-They must have... -Sorry.
They must have been delayed.
It's lucky the Inspector's wound isn't more life-threatening then, isn't it?
The phones are still dead....
So I'm sorry, gentlemen,
I can only suggest that you spend the night here.
We certainly have plenty of room.
Very cosy.
Ah, Hunter.
We have two more houseguests for tonight.
Perhaps you could show the gentlemen the spare rooms?
Oh, sure. Sure.
Come this way.
I wonder where all this thunder and lightning's coming from?
Very strange.
The phones are bound to be all right in the morning,
and then we can sort all this out...
Call up and find out where the ambulance got to and....
Get in touch with your people.
Sounds very sensible.
This way then.
We have a situation, Major.
The phone lines are down.
And we've lost radio contact with Control.
Shit.
That's not all.
Stevens and Edwards are missing.
What?
What the hell is going on here?
Hunter.
When are we getting rid of these people?
I think it's upsetting Meta.
Evening all.
What can I do for you, sir?
Which is Egan's room?
Now, now, sir.
Not getting up to any mischief, are we?
I could of course kick every door down until I find him.
- First on the left. - Thank you.
Find the information stream.
Yes, guv.
Are you staying the night?
Yeah.
I was just going to use the loo.
So was I.
After you.
What's the matter?
I lost contact with Control just after
we received the order to move in.
We were promised a medical back-up helicopter,
but we haven't seen one of those either.
The point is...
They're here...
And we've got to decide what to do about them.
You're the project commander.
Thanks.
I think we should play it softly-softly.
You and your men keep well out of sight.
I don't think that Meta can put up
with any more unnecessary distractions.
Look, Hunter.
If I think for one second...
That the project is under threat...
Believe me, I will show my hand.
Solomon...
What are you doing?
Do you remember doing this...
To Rose?
What I did to that...
Woman...
Was necessary...
To bring you back to your senses.
Is all this necessary?
All what?
Ejecting us without warning from the web,
splitting us up...
Energy from the web flashing all over the sky.
Is this all a necessary...
Part of your next mission?
No.
How do I know I can believe you?
Because we're on the same side.
Let's not go through all that again.
Yes, that's right.
You're turning your back on it all, aren't you?
You're changing sides.
There are no sides...
Just a lack of understanding.
And if you think I'm going to go off on the next mission...
Kill the next innocent bystander who's been marked out for death...
I wanted to bring you back to our people...
To see if we could do anything to reverse...
The estrangement programming.
Don't you see?
It's distorted your judgement.
Anything's possible.
Did you see the woman?
What woman? Do you mean Sheila?
No, not the one with the gun.
No, I mean the other one.
Meta, I think her name is.
Well?
I saw her face...
In the web.
I saw her face in the web...
Before we arrived here.
- That's impossible. - Don't you think I know that?
It's as if...
She brought us here.
It's getting worse.
We've got to get out of here, but I can't see any breaches.
It's as if something made them all close up.
We've got to get hold of the information stream.
It's the only way we can find out why we're here.
Just so that you can find out your next murder victim.
I told you, no.
This isn't a mission.
You know it's not like that.
I just want to know....
How to get out of here.
Well for once, we agree.
You know, old son...
There were times when we always agreed.
Times change.
I know, I know.
I miss the old Solomon now.
I miss him.
Opening the construct.dnp file in Doors application.
What are you doing?
You've got no right to come in here.
What are you lot up to here?
Sheila? Sheila!
This isn't a matter for the police.
What are you doing here?
I was looking for the personal computer you took from DI Egan.
It is police property.
I just found him here.
He was looking through one of the files.
The latest one.
Well?
What is Project Metaphysic?
We'll see about giving you your computer back in the morning.
Meanwhile, go upstairs and sleep like a good little boy.
Are you trying to intimidate me?
Darling, that's a very serious offence.
Upstairs.
Is this my lucky day?
Now.
- Phone lines are still down. - Still no radio contact with Control.
I'm going to take Saul over to that farm and see if their phone's working.
Caught him snooping last night.
He knows something's going on.
I'll contact Control,
sort out the helicopter for the casualty.
Meanwhile, you hold the fort...
But keep well out of sight.
Right.
What about the other two?
Egan's still out cold...
And at the moment I don't think Solomon suspects anything.
We certainly could do without him throwing his weight around.
You are coming with me.
- Where are they going? - Beresford.
The nearest village.
Quite a drive.
Couldn't you get one of your soldier friends to run this errand for you?
I just wanted to be sure that we both spoke to your bosses at Scotland Yard.
What exactly are you investigating?
Why exactly did you shoot my colleague?
What would you say if I told you....
That your friend Sheila shot...
My friend Egan?
I'd say why on Earth should she do a thing like that?
Not, but she hasn't got a gun?
I don't have...
To listen to this.
I must get on...
- Must get on with my... - Get on with what?
What do you do here?
I gather you're not a policeman.
Well then, I really don't have to answer these peculiar questions.
Who is it?
Meta.
Are you decent?
Yes, I suppose so.
I brought you some coffee.
Right, thanks. No milk.
Where are my colleagues?
One of them's downstairs in the kitchen.
The other one, the one with the pony tail, he went in the car with Sheila.
Why, where are they going?
Into the nearest village...
I suppose to find out why the ambulance didn't turn up last night.
You haven't touched your coffee.
Meta.
Meta, why did Sheila shoot me?
Well, you're still here.
I think you want to talk.
Why did I see your face?
When did you see my face?
So you want to talk about something else?
It's not that I don't want to talk abou it, it's just...
God, I'm saying too much.
Well, let's try this.
I'll share a secret with you...
If you'll share a secret with me.
It must be top secret...
Whatever it is you're doing there...
So my guess is ...
Your bosses will call my bosses to tell me to keep my mouth shut.
Am I right?
Good.
So we understand each other then.
So, I expect to understand about you and your two friends?
Something not quite right about you.
Think of us as a...
Special unit outside the normal sphere of police influence.
Bullshit.
It's incredible.
I don't understand.
How did your leg heal so quickly?
What were you doing when you saw my face?
I was thinking.
That's what I'm paid to do, think.
I think in a special way, apparently.
They discovered it when I was a little girl,
and I've been working with them ever since.
Started out with the simple stuff...
Party tricks.
They're easy, boring.
I hardly ever bother to do them anymore.
Do you want to see one? A party trick?
Yes, all right then.
Somehow I knew you wouldn't be surprised.
No, no, that is very impressive.
Don't patronise me.
What I do is classified, you know?
Top secret.
I told you because...
I don't know why.
Maybe it's because you're up here.
Nobody gets there usually.
They justs sit on the outside and wait for
me to do something incredible with my mind.
Project Metaphysic, day one.
It's a lovely cottage...
And I like my room.
Hunter seems very nice.
He's very enthusiastic about it all.
Maybe this time they'll come up with some answers about...
Why I am the way I am.
He says I'm remarkable.
I don't feel very remarkable sometimes.
Sometimes I think I'm a bit of a freak.
You were going to tell me about why your leg got better so quickly.
- Was I? - Yes.
I need to know.
When I saw your face...
I was somewhere...
Somewhere else...
In a place I thought...
It was impossible for any human being to reach me.
But there you were...
Reaching out.
It's just cut out.
Meta?
Meta, we're late.
We've got to get started.
Meta?
Here comes the cavalry.
Stevens and Edwards.
Hey, you two.
Where the bloody hell have you been?
I take it you recognise the Project Commander when you see her?
Run for it!
I'm afraid you're not supposed to come in here.
Has Egan upset your schedule?
She's a grown woman, she can do what she wants.
What was that all about?
Think that'll be for me.
Didn't you say something about giving it back?
Just turn it off, for Christ's sake.
I thought you said it was a computer, not a telephone.
What are you doing?
Can that thing get us out of here?
Might do.
Shit.
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
- Shit. - What?
I must insist that you leave.
Now.
Are you going to tell me what's going on?
Oh dear...
Either they heard the signal or they're just bored.
Which way to the cottage?
Very good.
Shut up you. Come on.
In here.
Those bastards are going to kill us.
An amazing deduction.
What are you doing?
Shut up and keep firing.
Shit!
I'm out of ammo.
We can't even run for it, they'd just cut us down.
What are you doing, writing your last will and testament?
It's a long shot. It may not work,
but if it does, it'll give us time.
What will?
You really don't want to know.
Yes I do.
Those soldiers are dead.
They've be reamimated that comes from a place beyond
your universe called the Dimensional Web.
That energy has turned them into a sort of antibody.
They're here to wipe out anyone in this area of dimensional instablilty
created by you and your stupid bloody experiments with that poor girl's mind.
What I'm going to try and do is siphon off
some of the energy in them back into the web.
I can only do this once because otherwise this information stream will overload...
And go up in a puff of smoke.
Okay?
You're right, I didn't want to know.
Get back.
Yes!
Right, come on, back to the cottage.
Hey, but just a minute you mean to say that you just...
Look, those soldiers will be up and after us in about ten minutes time.
Their energy drain won't last that long,
so we don't have time to stand around out here talking.
Come on!
Project Metaphysic, day 13.
As usual I've been manipulating computer simulations.
Today it was more missile guidance systems.
And the new satellite platform laser thingy.
Hunter seemed to feel it was all going well.
I wasn't getting tired so we went on later.
We've done this stuff before.
I've got the feeling that I've used up all the simulations Hunter has been given.
That's why I think he gave me something else to work on.
So he tried me on a complex theoretical substance...
A pet project of Hunter's.
It's a material that doesn't exist in any real physical sense,
and probably never could.
It was...
Wonderful...
Something really new.
It seemed to be alive.
And when I unfolded it,
I felt as if I was somewhere else.
There was...
A man's face.
I can't describe my feelings, but I know this man is important to me.
It was her idea.
Mingling with the natives, I thought you called it.
This has nothing to do with you.
Really?
Have you stopped to think what's going on in this place?
What are you talking about?
The experiments they've been doing with this girl's mind.
So?
Is that your sole contribution to this conversation?
I don't see there's any point in bothering to converse with a
mind that has been conditioned with Protectorate propaganda.
Is Saul back yet?
This has nothing to do with the estrangement programme.
Everything you say has got something
to do with the estrangement programme.
Everything you think, everything you feel.
It's lodged in your brain like a parasite.
It's destroying who you are.
You once told me to forget this human identity...
So what are you doing having sex with a...
So-called worthless human being?
Is it Preceptor policy?
How does it achieve your glorious aims?
Or are you using Meta to satisfy the base lusts of your adopted physical form?
No!
You don't understand.
Why do you think you saw her face in the web?
Think about it.
Why?
I don't know.
Because of what they've been doing with her mind.
The power of her thought projected itself, probably accidentally...
From her universe into our dimension.
Into the web.
What they're doing here is dangerous.
She is dangerous.
I don't understand.
I heard your diary.
I felt as if I was somewhere else. Do you remember saying that?
Yes.
As the shape unfolded...
It was wonderful.
For a moment...
I felt free...
Beyond any physical
Your mind entered something...
Something beyond this reality.
This dimensional web?
I don't really understand it...
But I can feel it's there.
I've always thought there could be a danger in what I can do,
but it's just a feeling.
With me it's always just feelings.
Then I saw your face.
Reaching out.
All right...
I've seen the lightning, I know it's energy discharges from the web.
But what damage can one mind do?
Egan!
It's getting worse.
This isn't just a case of a random thought
creating minor interdimensional damage.
The power of her mind is like...
A beam of pure energy burning its way through into the web.
The experiments they've been doing here switched that beam on.
The longer it's switched on, the greater the damage...
- To this universe and ours. - What damage?
Hunter.
It's Hunter, isn't it?
What do you mean?
Who's Hunter?
The research scientist controlling the experiments.
When you and I were making love, he crossed my mind.
Sorry, I don't mean to say I wasn't concentrating on you, but...
I did think of him for a moment.
What's happened?
He's dead.
I killed him.
You can't be sure of that.
Yes, I am.
It's my feelings, isn't it?
But how can you control your feelings?
Egan...
We have to face up to the implications here.
There is a tear in the fabric of this universe.
Energy from the web is breaking through, and Meta's mind...
Is having a direct effect upon that.
We don't know anything for certain until we've consulted the information stream.
-Without that, we... -She's already killed someone and
that's just the beginning! The beam of mental energy
Is going to kill us all.
Unless we find a way of switching it off.
Stay where you are.
-Commander... -Shut up and drop your weapon.
Saul, where the bloody hell are you going?
There's nothing wrong with her.
Okay, chaps.
What's the matter, Commander?
Don't understand it myself.
All I know is that we found Stevens and Edwards,
and they've gone bad. They tried to kill Saul and me.
They're heading this way now.
The point is, we must get Meta and Hunter to safety.
There's no chance of that, believe me.
- What do you mean? - What I said.
We can handle them when they get here, Commander.
There's only two of them.
Right.
Better tell your men to assume defensive positions.
Hunter?
Hunter, where are you?
Nice to see you're up and about.
- At last. - Don't tell me.
You didn't make it to the village.
Car broke down.
But that's not all.
Trouble's on the way.
You mean the web energy's on the move?
No doubt about that.
It'll probably vaporise a good few square miles before it's satisfied.
But I'm talking about something much more immediate.
What could be more immediate than that?
Antibodies.
No.
Yes.
Two of those soldiers from the patrol...
Zapped by web energy.
They're chock full of it...
Very determined and virtually indestructable.
I managed to slow them down,
by siphoning off some of the energy, but...
No, that won't hold it for long.
No...
So...
I suggest it's time to leave.
Very funny, Saul.
There is no possibility of making a random jump
into the web at this proximity. It'll tear us to shreds.
Haven't you read the mission briefing?
Mission!
You said there isn't a mission!
- There isn't one. - yes, there is.
I heard the transmission arrive just after the soldiers started shooting.
We've received new orders.
Here it is.
There's a way out waiting for us right now.
It's been here since we arrived, by the looks of it.
What?
Come on, let's kill her and get out of here.
The way out isn't going to wait forever, you know.
You go...
Both of you.
Now.
But what about?
Go.
I'll follow.
Well...
If you're sure.
Okay then.
I thought you might need some encouragement.
Meta, you mustn't come in here.
I know he's dead.
I killed him, you see.
I didn't mean to.
-But how could... -It's all my fault.
Everything that's happening here, everything.
You mean that the experiment somehow?
I just don't, I just don't...
I've always thought that we shouldn't mess
about with things that we don't understand.
But they, they, they can't resist it....
The scientists.
I just do my job...
And let them get on with it.
Hell of a way to earn a living.
Take cover!
Target front!
- You sure about this? - Yes.
Open fire!
Seems to have sorted them.
What do you think they...
We'll have to move back to the house.
Fall back!
Go.
You know what you've got to do.
You can stop all this...
And complete your mission.
I can't do it for you.
It isn't my war any longer.
You have to kill the target.
Kill her...
And the force tearing into the web will cease, the antibodies will die.
All you have to do...
Is kill Meta.
Barricade the windows and the front and back doors.
Got it?
Right, table up to the window.
Meta.
Meta, you mustn't come in here.
You could get hurt.
Just go upstairs, okay?
Here they come again.
What the hell's she doing?
Meta.
Meta!
Meta, no!
Fire!
Cover me!
Use a grenade!
Grenade! Down!
You should have let them kill me!
It's not your fault. It's what they've done to you.
- They... - They made me into a monster!
I let them do it.
I was eager to please them.
You are not a monster...
When I feel...
There is only death.
Isn't that monstrous?
You're up here.
To me...
You're beautiful.
They're out of ammo.
Get them!
Solomon!
I'm going to see if I can help.
You need time together.
You're really enjoying this, aren't you?
If you think I've sacrificed my life
just to gloat over you having had a change of heart...
It's not a change of heart.
Meta is different.
There's something...
Remarkable about her.
There's probably something remarkable about
everyone in this little universe of theirs...
If you know where to look.
Is that you or the estrangement programme talking?
I think you're undergoing your own estrangement programme.
- Maybe you've learnt something. - Like what?
That I have to kill the one I love to survive?
That there are moral dilemmas...
Not just certainties.
Split left and right.
Shit, where are they?
- What can I do to help? - Nothing.
We're almost out of ammunition,
and those bastards are not going to go away.
Devlin...
- Go and try the phone again. - Right.
Is Meta behind all this?
Still dead.
Devlin, the front door!
Solomon, get out of the way!
Out!
Take the gun!
Take the gun and fire!
They're coming up the stairs. I can't stop them!
Meta, no.
I'm causing all this.
This'll stop it, won't it?
Solomon...
Solomon!