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there's a chance

he may still have his service weapon.

Essentially, he's possibly armed.

Are you ready to listen to us now, Peter?

Mr Tarrant, if I...

If I talk to David...

...talk some sense into him...

...would you at least reconsider?

Peter, if you have any idea where David is,

you have to tell us.

The police are involved now.

I... I... I don't know where he is.

Your daughter was killed

playing in the street outside your house

just two weeks

before David came back from Iraq.

What's Sarah got to do with it?

Why are you talking about this?

We think it's key to David's condition.

It was clear from his evaluation

that he holds an individual responsible.

Now, you wouldn't happen to know

who that might be?

You?

God, maybe?

It was God's will

that Sarah was taken from us.

We spoke to Anne earlier today, Peter.

She seemed to think

that you were fairly convinced

of God's hand in finding David.

- Your ex-wife thinks you're deluded.

- Frank!

What are you saying?

Why would she say that?

I came here to help.

To help bring my son back home.

Peter, if he does in any way

hold you responsible,

however mistaken...

...there's no telling what he might do,

if you approached him.

We have been severely tested

as a family, Mr Tarrant.

But I have trust in God.

I... I should go back to Cambridge.

I... I think you're right.

I... I should wait for him there.

Thank you.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Good evening.

So, Wormsnakes told me

he delivered my message.

I decided to give

the little traitor his life.

In a way, I wanted tonight's assassination

to be unique.

Pure.

It felt like the last pieces of the jigsaw

were falling into place.

But don't get me wrong.

This wasn't fate.

For every soul ofthis deluded population

who believed in fate's comic clockwork,

they neglect to see the wear and tear

beneath the surface.

The teeth that grind into the cogs.

The damage that fate causes so many

in its selfish journey

towards just one favourable consequence.

The Individual had simply run out of luck,

and I was here to collect.

- Hello?

- Hello. Yes. David? Hello?

No. You've got the wrong...

David? Is that you?

Hello? David, please. We've got to talk.

I don't care what you've done.

Listen, I'll be across the road,

in the restaurant.

For f***'s sake.

- Sh*t.

- Hello?

Yes?

I'm sorry to bother you,

but I've just moved in upstairs.

Coming.

Hello. John Preest.

Upstairs?

My buzzer doesn't seem to be working.

You've moved in upstairs?

I'm sorry to introduce myself like this,

but it's as good a time as any.

Thanks,

but I was just doing something, and...

I... am expecting someone.

I heard your buzzer go.

Yeah, the intercom's wired up wrong.

A guyjust rang asking for David.

He said he's across the road,

at the restaurant.

- The restaurant?

- Yeah.

- You're sure?

- Yeah, the restaurant.

Now, excuse me. I have to go.

Good night.

Hello?

Jesus.

It's me again.

You're not gonna believe this.

- What are you doing?

- Please don't make a sound.

It's better if you don't.

- You hurt me.

- Stay quiet.

Don't be afraid.

I have a simple job to do.

It'll be over soon.

- What's your faith?

- What?

- Your religion. What is it?

- I'm not religious.

How long have you been

in Meanwhile City?

What?

Hello.

Well...

Hello back.

- Meanwhile City?

- Yes.

- Where is that?

- Quiet.

- This is London. Where is it you think...

- Will you shut up?

- Just stay back.

- I'm sorry.

- Stay there.

- I'm sorry.

I feel a bit stupid now.

- Why?

- Why do you think?

There's nothing to feel stupid about.

You always knew, really.

How's the wine?

You want to make small talk now?

If I'm going to have

an imaginary conversation,

I'd like to think it might be

a bit more f***ing interesting than this.

- Sorry.

- It's OK.

So, my mum was right?

Kind of.

If you believe in something

strongly enough,

who's to say if it's real or not?

Amen.

- I thought you were an atheist.

- Yeah, very funny.

- So, what happens now?

- Time to tie up loose ends, I guess.

Like what?

It was me who told you that story.

The one about the storyteller

and the princess.

That's been bothering you. Right?

Well, if it was you who told me,

then that means it must have...

Come from you? Sure.

Well, if that's true,

then why don't I understand what it means?

You know.

Go on. Try.

The storyteller was...

...so used to his fantasies that...

...no matter how good his reality was,

it was never enough.

Would never be enough.

You see? The first step to recovery

is understanding the problem.

No!

Agh! No!

What's happening here?

- I have to go now.

- Why?

Can't you feel it? It's nearly time.

Life's too much of an adventure as it is

without making anything else up.

I just wanted to let you know that

before I go.

- Please. Please don't.

- Milo...

You're such a romantic.

Use it for somebody else.

Sally, we can...

No, we can't.

Listen. I don't care.

- I don't care.

- It's for the best.

Mr Preest. Mr Preest!

- What are you doing?

- Go, or I'll kill us both.

If you really knew me,

you'd get out of here right now.

See?

David?

Drop the gun.

What was your name?

Emilia.

David.

In this world my name is David.

I think it's time you left.

Will you be all right?

I'll go and find some help.

- Excuse me. Please...

- Sir, are you OK? Have you been hurt?

- No, I'm fine.

- Well, hold on. We'll get to you.

No, you don't understand.

Someone's been shot.

- What? Where?

- Him.

You're hurt.

Fading World

# This land

# Is ahead of its time

# Oh, but you know it's past its prime

in so many ways

# This land

# Is a miserable rock

# Stuck like a foot at the end of a sock

# Full of razor blades

# Is mine

# The right to defend at all

# Is mine

# To fight to the end, I know

# My hand

# Can hold back the seas no more

# But it's not from man

# That we need defending

# Cos you don't need your weapons now

# You've got to hold on to your world

# So, stop and put your weapons down

# You've got to hold on to your world

# This fading world

# This land

# Has damaged the world

# How many times these bells have tolled

I've heard many tales

# This land

# Is riddled with lies

# How many told how the seas

would rise with such heavy scales

# Is mine

# To know what I've seen and done

# Is mine

# The suffering and screams at home

# My hand

# Can't find New Orleans at all

# This desperate land

that seems to be ending

# Cos you don't need your weapons now

# You've got to hold on to your world

# So, stop and put your weapons down

# You've got to hold on to your world

# This fading world

# This land

# Is mine

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