Franklyn Page #2

...they were good.

Sh*t.

Anywhere can feel like a prison

when you don't have any faith.

The only thing that got me through

the endless night...

...was to plan,

stay focused...

...stay sane.

Then, out of nowhere,

they came.

Slowly now...

Get up.

Tarrant.

The nearest I ever got

to the face behind the curtain.

Nice to see you again, John.

Yesterday, we received word

that one of our stations in the South City

had been hit.

Chemical attack of some kind.

All operatives lost,

as well as any hope of monitoring

the southern wall.

It wasn't me.

Quite.

However, we do know who it was.

Consequently, we have a proposition

to put to you...

You lock me up for four years and now,

all of a sudden, you want to...

Offer you a job.

Interested?

What could possibly interest me?

Freedom, perhaps.

The chance to settle an old score.

Familiar faces have been turning up

in Meanwhile City,

every one of them a fully-fledged,

paid-up member of...

...Duplex Ride.

That's right.

The nasty little religion

that murdered your last client.

"Life through the eyes

of the sole beholder.

The world around him tailored

and designed for the one and only... "

- The Individual.

- That's right.

Seems like your old nemesis

is finally coming home to roost.

We want to give you

a chance to make amends.

For what?

You're a man without religion, John,

a man without direction.

We want you to come to peace

with your inner self,

embrace a belief, however small.

How old was she, John?

How old was the little girl

you failed to save?

Count yourself lucky

that absolution is very much part

ofthis religion's dogma.

The Individual is coming back

to Meanwhile City.

So?

Well, you'll be doing us all a service.

You'll have the Ministry's permission,

sectarian permission,

to commit this sin.

Can I assume you're going to cooperate?

So what happens now?

Good. No time like the present.

Take him to the hospital,

get him dressed and field ready, please.

Oh, and, John...

You'll probably be needing this.

She went out the back.

You won't see her today.

"Her"?

My name is Emilia Bryant.

And I'm a liar.

Drowning in depression

at the bottomless lake

of my fathomless mind,

a mind that's lost its heart.

Disappointing, isn't it?

Come closer, beautiful girl.

I want to fall into the depth of your eyes,

kiss your lips as red as blood.

We understand one another.

Emergency services.

Which service do you require?

Ambulance.

Flat 3.

OK. Can you tell me

what the problem is there?

Suicide attempt. Hurry.

Next stop, Meanwhile City Hospital.

Not many people left this place

in better shape than they arrived.

I knew why I was there.

And I was running out oftime.

Here.

Get in!

Oh, hello, dear.

As Mr Tarrant probably explained,

we want to fix you up with a homing device.

We don't want to lose track of you

on the streets, now, do we?

Well, funnily enough,

he didn't mention it.

I thought this was just a medical.

Just a precaution.

If you pop yourself on this chair,

I think we can do it with a local.

Regulation for all clerics in the field.

Come, now.

Not scared of a little procedure, are we?

I needed to go to ground,

hit the safe house and make ready.

I'd always intended

on dealing with The Individual

in my own way.

How long since the call?

- 14, 15 minutes.

- Come on, love. Wake up now!

Give her some oxygen.

Who is she?

Name - Emilia Bryant.

Next of kin - Margaret Bryant. Blood type A.

Emilia, come on, wake up now.

Wake up, love.

Emilia?

Emilia, can you hear me?

Let's move her.

OK, Steve, prep Thomas's.

Tell them we've got an OD.

One, two, three...

Young female, mid-twenties,

found unconscious on her bed.

Left a suicide note, by the looks of it.

All the details are there for us.

Baseline obs look pretty good.

- But otherwise not much response.

- OK, one minute.

- One minute.

- Put her in room six.

- Are you OK?

- It's been a crazy week.

Number six again.

Today on Radio 4 with

John Humphreys and Edward Stone.

Hello?

Yes?

Oh, yes?

Oh, my God.

No, no, no, he hasn't been here.

What do you mean,

has he contacted me? Where is he?

Um... yes.

Well, you'll... you'll call me back.

You'll call me back when?

Well...

Well, of course.

Yes. Yes, I will.

I'm very sorry. Goodbye.

No, I'm sorry.

I tell you what,

these are the last names...

Did you call my mother?

Hm?

Did you call my mother?

Yes.

The staff nurse spoke to her.

Let me guess.

She wanted to know if you were OK.

But not enough to come down here.

Right?

I'm sorry.

- Would you like me to...?

- No, no, no.

That's all right. Please carry on.

I look after a church myself.

I'm a warden.

Back in Cambridge.

It never stops, does it?

It's the same.

Actually...

I'm here looking for somebody.

My son.

Would you...?

I don't know.

I see so many here. Every day.

I can imagine.

What?

What is it?

He is lost.

Yes, he is.

That's why I'm looking for him.

Could I...?

Please.

I'm sorry.

I haven't seen this person.

That's all right. Thank you, anyway.

If you needed to find someone,

the best place to start

was the Faith Registration Centre -

Meanwhile's melting pot of the pious.

Every creed, cult, religion and doctrine

pass through these doors,

all looking for the same sense

of belonging and hope.

I just hoped that Wormsnakes

had managed to hold onto his job.

Next!

He's in there.

Nothing had changed.

This was still a living,

breathing testament to the insanity

of the Ministry's grip on this city.

Please be advised that queue-jumping...

A free blessing

for every donation we receive.

Hi, I'm Teri. How can I help?

I'm looking for somebody

who works in the kitchen.

Oh, OK. I just need you

to enter your faith for the record.

- Why?

- For the register.

What's your faith?

What's yours?

Well, at the moment, I'm with

some Seventh Day Manicurists.

But I'm thinking of changing.

The level of discussion isn't great

and we've nearly run out of colours.

It's probably not your thing.

If you just want to sign in.

Thank you. I've seen all I need to see.

OK. Don't mention it and God bless you.

Hi, I'm Teri. How can I help?

You're not allowed to smoke in here.

Do you think?

I saw you come in. Last night.

May I talk to you for a moment?

I can...

...buy you a hot drink.

Please.

We get many suicides.

Oh.

I heard the paramedics talking.

So you know the whole story.

My name is Pastor Bone.

It means "bread of life".

Look, Mr... whoever you are,

- I appreciate...

- I knew someone once.

She did what you tried to do last night.

She was... successful.

She started a chain of events like...

dominoes.

I'm sorry, but I really should...

I'm just saying that it isn'tjust about

your family, your friends,

the people you leave behind.

It's about the people you haven't met yet.

A person can stay inside themselves

for too long

and end up blind, like not recognising

your own voice on tape or...

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