Older man. He's homeless.
HONOR: Brown hat.
Only here because of her boyfriend. Green jumpsuit.
He's angry, but it's...
...internalized.
The woman with the painted face.
She's committed. You should watch her.
I'm picking up general excitement.
Anticipation.
Consternation.
They know they're being watched.
Green hat. He's aware he's been read.
You linger too long on them they get the tickle.
Keep it shallow and light.
They wouldn't be happy if they knew a Teep's reading them.
Too late, we're rumbled.
Over there! Over there!
Oh, they love it when you read them.
[PROTESTORS CHANTING INDISTINCTLY]
What's that clown got on?
Watch out!
Get back! Move!
Get back!
Out of the way!
Move!
See what you did? I lost my hat.
This from your dressing up box?
Come on then.
MAN : Proceed to Teep number twelve.
MAN: Teep number eight.
Proceed to Teep number...
Hey, stop!
MAN: If you are making a Teep inquiry,
please line up by the rear wall.
All Teep inquiries will be dealt with.
Ross, the Free Union is banning street protests.
They're scared of starting a war at that.
And I scuffed my hat. Look at that brim. Jesus.
Did you hear me, Agent Ross?
Or did you take a blow to the head?
What did they think was gonna happen
we start using Teeps to read people's minds
without their consent? The Anti-Immunity Bill's
going to make your life easier.
Fire bombs I don't think so.
People just need time to get some perspective.
Reading someone on the street can be just like...
patting down their pockets.
People don't like what falls out of their pockets.
What the hell have you got there?
It's coarse.
Like a badger's ears.
GUARD: Whoa! Stop there.
I've been requested.
That would be the guinea pig.
My office.
I've been requested by Senior Agent Okhile.
Sit down. Wait.
OKHILE: The new bill grants us permission to use telepaths
in clearance investigations.
How do you like your new partner?
So we're really doing this, eh?
She caused a riot. It's risky.
Not for you.
"Total access to a civilian's thoughts at any time
as deemed appropriate by the agent in charge."
Come on, that's a bloody gift.
Finding lost kittens and directing you
to the nearest public toilets is one thing.
But turning a Teep into a cop?
Makes me nervous, ma'am.
Not as nervous as it looks perched out there.
She.
She's a she.
Yeah, yeah.
Consider me told.
MAN: Don't look at me Teep.
I've been expressly forbidden
to read an agent under any...circumstances.
Happy?
Let's go to work. Partner.
You're part of an anarchist cell
fighting against the Teeps, Rathbone.
Give me the names of your accomplices.
I'm a free man.
Not from where I'm standing.
From where I'm standing,
it's not a free bloody union.
We're all gonna be slaves to the Teeps.
ROSS: The Teeps work for the Normals.
And it isn't the Teeps chucking bombs.
Why were you wearing this?
Don't be shy.
Go and put it on and find out.
Oh, no. No bloody way.
Anti-Immunity Bill says, "Yes bloody way," my friend.
Hm.
John Rathbone.
So much...
anger and pride in you.
You wish your--
You wish--
MAN : John
You wish your older brother was here
to see you're finally good for something.
HONOR: You want him to be proud for once.
A small boy angry at the world.
"Eat up your rice pudding
you skinny little thing!"
"No! Don't tell me what to do!"
Your mother.
You love your mother.
You find her sexually attractive.
HONOR: You watch her by the pool and you masturbate.
RATHBONE : Please.
Scared.
Please.
Scared of the world.
Please. Stop.
Scared how your mother makes you feel--
You can't hide it.
HONOR: I can see everything.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
In the back.
In the back room.
--the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
The quick brown fox--
The slow black dog bows before the regal fox.
The slow black dog bows--
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
HONOR : The slow black dog bows before the regal fox.
The slow black dog bows
before the regal fox.
The slow black dog bows before the regal fox.
RATHBONE: The slow black dog bows
before the regal fox.
In a small room at the back of the den,
the walls are stained with nicotine.
HONOR: You plot-- You plot together.
Gerry Hapster aka "Gezza."
Michael Smith. Colin Barber.
Damien Gibbs aka "Gibbon."
"Put on the hood!"
Sorry.
I'm sorry, please.
ROSS: You raped him pretty good.
HONOR: He was resisting, so I went in hard.
Was it too much?
It's not nice to watch up close.
I apologize if my being here
is awkward for you, Agent Ross.
I-I was as surprised as anyone
when they asked for me. I--
I would never read a Clearance Agent.
We're colleagues now,
so I'll just have to trust you on that.
That's right, Ebony and Ivory.
Now let's go.
OFFICER 1: Get down! ROSS: Avon calling!
Hands on your heads, girls.
Come on. Come on.
HONOR: They're hiding something.
ROSS: Search the place.
HONOR: It's in there.
ROSS: Rip it open.
It's another one of these things.
"This hood is sent to you
with the compliments of the Hood Maker.
He hopes you will find it useful." Cuff them.
Now, why do you hate this
MAN: It's not ours, honest. It's the Hood Maker.
ROSS: Speak up. MAN: We don't know.
ROSS: Clearance! Take it off!
Are you armed?
Honor, is he armed? Honor?
Do you have a gun?
Honor, read him!
Oh! Fuck's sake.
MAN: Stay down.
The hood. I couldn't--
I couldn't read him through the hood.
OFFICER: Cuff him! Get on the ground!
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING, SHOUTING]
MARY: You're thinking of me
kissing another girl.
She's tied up in the corner...
naked because you cut up her clothes.
MARY: You're inside me from behind.
MARY: Forcing my head back so I can see her.
You--
You're pushing into me for hours.
MARY : It hurts.
MARY: I'm in pain.
I'm in bad pain.
And she can't kiss it better.
She can't kiss it better.
Now that is so deep, baby.
FRANKLYN: Take me back to the Union.
MAN: Sir.
FRANKLYN: What's this?
MAN: I don't know, sir.
"Compliments of the Hood Maker."
MARY : Stop.
St--
Force your head back.
It hurts, and she can't kiss it bet--
Please stop. It hurts.
MARY: Don't hurt me.
TEEPS : Don't hurt me.
ALL: Please stop. Don't hurt me.
ALL: Don't hurt me. Please stop.
MARY : Please, stop.
Mary. Mary.
Sh, it's okay. You're all right.
It's okay.
Honor? No, don't touch me.
Are you one of them now?
I grabbed you breakfast.
You shouldn't come here.
Well, it's what partners do.
I pick you up, and give you coffee.
We gripe about our other halves
on the way to work.
You think living in this place
I could have
I don't have another half.
Something else we have in common.
I bet you like egg sandwiches.
ROSS: Great.
Oh! Is that you? Hey!
It's just a car, eh?
It's my fault.
They don't like me working for Clearance.
I tell them I don't have a choice.
I'm software.
And software doesn't have a choice, right?
Right. These places...
In my experience, ghettos breed dissent.
If there's gonna be real trouble,
this is where it'll start.
We don't want trouble, Agent Ross.
We just want to live regular lives.
And we can't do that living here.
Can we drop the "agent"? How about Ross?
Hey, your partner, Ross,
who brings you egg sandwiches.
Don't get yolk on the-- Mm!
Great.
ROSS: The hood is 86 percent
unbleached waxed linen material.
During its creation, it's immersed in a--
Hang on-- "Ionic liquid metal".
That's some sort of fancy chemical bath
that blocks the electrical signals
that are read by Teeps.
It seems our "Hood Maker" has access
to Science Division level technology.
I want a list of all Union Science Divisions.
I want to know what they make, how they make them, who for.
Don't just look at me. Go and be a detective.
There may be more of these things hitting the streets.
They're powerful, and they work.
OFFICER: Maybe that's a good thing.
Who said that?
You've been out there.
It's piano-wire tight.
We could lose control of this city.
Normals are looking for a way to fight back
against the Anti-Immunity Bill, and this is it.
And that division? That's only gonna get worse.
Sorry, sir.
How can I be of assistance
in this investigation, Agent Ross?
Information.
Unbleached waxed linen material.
Waxed linen.
Linen, linen, linen.
Okay, here it is.
Waxed linen thread is a cellulose fiber.
Its weft yarns are arranged to make it
light, breathable, and tough.
Its use today is primarily in the clothing industry,
especially in manufacture of quality clothing.
But also traditionally in bookbinding.
There are eight fabric outlets
that I can find in the Inner City Area.
Ah...
I'll write them down for you.
ROSS: I love a partner
that gets things done. Don't you?
I want these outlets visited.
Let's find the Hood Maker before this thing runs amuck.
CHILD 1: Hey, over here. Over here!
CHILD 2: Hey, look!
We're not making friends.
Nope. But we are influencing people.
[VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
What did you say to them?
Nothing, they're just--
Kids showing off.
Is it noisy in there?
Yeah. It can be.
You learn to filter.
Harder in the city, though.
I'd like to go away some day.
Where to?
What?
It's funny.
Being around you is different.
"Different"
Go home, Teep.
Oi! Manners!
Get back here, and apologize to the lady.
Hey, you? Come here. Come here, you.
MARY: Help me.
Help me. Help me.
: Help me!
Honor?
MARY: Help me!
ROSS: Out the way!
MARY: Help me. Where are we?
MARY : Help me.
ROSS: Clearance! Drop your weapon!
MAN: So I'll think of a playing card--
MARY: Help me.
MAN: --and she has to tell me
what it is. Help me.
Bet I win. ROSS: Let her go.
It's gonna be all right, Mary.
He made me read him, and it hurt.
She tried.
Really hard.
But she couldn't even scratch the surface.
Drop the gun. Now.
MAN: So she hit me.
Ah. She hit me.
I'm not just a Normal.
I'm Free Union.
I'm important, you Teep bitch.
I'm Director of Federal Resources.
You can't keep me.
ROSS: Yeah, you're an important man.
Did you know it's illegal for important men
to visit places like this?
Trust me. We can hold you long enough.
Well, these girls,
they don't care about politics.
They dig out your dreams for a few quid.
And here's the best bit:
They can't fake it.
But out there...
we have to protect ourselves.
That's why we've got to have those hoods.
Eh? Heh, heh.
She's sweet. Stop it.
D-- Oh...
Oh, dear.
You know, it's not the hoods
you got to worry about, agent.
It's the Teeps.
There's an underground. They're ready to rise up.
You can't trust any of them.
Especially the ones you like.
She's a Serving Clearance Officer,
and you don't know her.
Clearance investigations are my business too, Agent Ross.
And a lot of requests for Science funding
come across my desk.
One was for linen fabric. A lot of it.
Who requested it?
ROSS: Honor, we're leaving.
ROSS: So the request for linen fabric
came from a department created to do research
into Teep Prevention.
They were using the Teeps to their max in one lab.
And in another, working out how to stop them.
Who's that?
ROSS: Dr. Thaddeus Cutter.
Resigned from the division for health reasons 13 years ago.
Rumor was he had a breakdown.
Something on his mind, eh?
Maybe a Teep could've read it. Might've helped.
Have to try it on me sometime.
I-it's okay. I know you're forbidden
to read an agent.
You're different.
You said that before. How am I different?
You asked if it gets noisy in here.
It does.
The city's full of stray thoughts.
Sometimes I feel like I'm a broken aerial,
just picking up all the chatter.
And the grapevine never stops. But...
When I'm with you it's...
quiet.
* London's burning London's burning *
* Fetch the engines Fetch the en-- *
FRANKLYN: Come on, Mary. I'm sorry, ah?
Don't walk away from me.
Come out of the rain.
That's a good girl.
Where shall we go
Where shall we go?
Ah!
Ugh!
* London's burning London's burning *
* Fetch the engines Fetch the engines *
* Fire, fire Fire, fire *
Nobody leaves. Don't let anyone out.
There's riots. He'll do it.
Some Teeps ambushed Franklyn.
Some kind of mass attack on his mind.
He's talking like my 4-year-old nephew now.
Your wee fair Mary's involved.
MARY: Honor, it's started. Tell them all.
Honor. Did you hear what I said?
Can you use the Grapevine to find her?
I don't know where she is.
They're arresting everyone in your hostel.
I can't stop them getting to you.
TEEPS : It's started. We have to be strong.
[BANGING ON CAR, PEOPLE YELLING]
Hear it?
TEEPS : Rise up. Fight back.
Honor.
TEEPS : Here's the time for our attack.
Honor.
I have nowhere to go.
[SOFT JAZZ PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
This city is gonna explode.
HONOR: Normals want this.
They want an excuse to wipe us out.
Maybe your friend Mary thinks that.
But you're with Clearance. With me, right?
Want a drink?
I'm having one.
Don't lump us all together.
Could you trust me on that, at least?
How can I trust a man who puts on jazz
and pours me a triple scotch?
Oh, we agents can't date.
No, too busy...
probing each other for weaknesses.
Dinner becomes interrogation.
Teeps hate dating.
I mean, there's no mystery to it.
We end up finishing each other's sentences.
We've got that in common.
And you'd tell me, right?
If you'd heard of a Teep Underground.
I'd take it in good faith.
It wouldn't have to come from you.
And you'd tell me what Normals
are planning to do with us?
If there was an uprising,
what would happen to the rest of us?
If you don't trust me,
read me.
I don't want to.
I'm giving you permission.
I could read my mother's thoughts in the womb.
I mean, not words. Just feeling.
And I could read people before I could read books.
My parents hated me for it.
Their fear was in my head all the time.
We make people afraid, and we drive them away.
And I don't want to dri--
ROSS: That's my dad.
And he was an open book.
Heart-on-sleeve guy.
He was comfortable in a room of Teeps
because he wore it all on the outside.
ROSS: Anyone was welcome to read my dad
because he had nothing to hide.
And I loved him for that.
You look happy.
My happiest, actually.
The sounds of the water...
and the swish of the fly as you present it to the trout.
So you have to land it just right.
Otherwise, they get the tickle.
They know. They get spooked.
It's Zen, you know?
Clears the mind.
That's how my mind is when I'm with you.
That's easy enough to read, right?
What are you doing?
Looking for a new job for you.
You've slept with a Teep. You're stuffed.
We should elope.
We could go far away.
To your river.
If Cutter left the Science Division
because he wanted to make hoods.
He would have needed a supplier for the linen.
We've got nothing out of those textile outlets.
Yeah, but waxed linen isn't just for clothing.
It's also used in the binding of books.
And this place
closed down 13 years ago.
The Union Book Depository.
No, you can't come with me.
It's too dangerous out there for a--
For telepaths.
Right, you'll be safe here.
It's probably a waste of time, anyway.
MARY: Honor.
Who is the Hood Maker?
TEEP 1: Join us. MARY: Honor.
TEEP 2: Who is the hood maker? MARY: Honor.
Tell us.
MARY: Who is he?
MARY: Who is he? TEEP 3: Join us.
MARY: You can't betray us, Honor.
[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
I knew that somebody would come, eventually.
Well, I have to congratulate you.
Beast of an operation you've got going on here.
Why'd you have those pictures of me,
Dr. Cutter?
Because I've always had an interest in you,
since I first met you.
Met me?
When?
In the old world I remember how we fretted
over the computers. The web.
The information on everyone and everything.
We built firewalls and encrypted our lives.
I always thought it was an overreaction.
There was a plug. Pull it out. Off.
Teeps don't have a plug.
Exactly.
The Union wanted a safeguard, which is what I was developing.
They wanted this firewall for themselves,
but it's too important.
Protection should be democratic. So should knowledge.
And what about power?
Because these things are power.
You can't hand that kind of power to anyone.
Why not? We have the sanctity
of our own thoughts before the Teeps.
Our minds are the only free, independent states in existence.
I get it. You see the Teeps as an invading force.
Now you want a war?
No, an evolution.
People can change to counter the Teeps.
Nature's balance.
One day, we'll make our own hoods.
Maybe we already have, Agent Ross.
You're special.
Oh, don't give me those innocent eyes.
You don't have to pretend. I'm not your Teep partner.
We both know what you can do.
You're our new weapon against them.
I'm being read.
Jesus, Honor. HONOR: What does he mean?
Why are you a weapon?
Nothing, it-- It doesn't mean anything.
He's stalling. Don't be so modest, Agent Ross.
Tell her about your gift.
That's enough, Cutter.
What does he mean?
CUTTER: I mean that, quite frankly, he's a weapon.
Why?
Read him and find out.
I can't.
He can block you.
You can't get through.
* London's burning London's burning *
* Fetch the engines Fetch the engines *
* Fire, fire Fire, fire *
VOICE : Get the Hood Maker. Get the Hood Maker.
Shit.
She's led them right to us.
ROSS: They're gonna tear you to pieces, doctor.
Is there another way out?
Come on. Don't.
Out there, through my office.
It will take you onto a fire escape.
I'll distract them. It's me they want anyway.
ROSS: No, you can't...
MARY: You can't betray us.
You must be protected. Go.
I was gonna tell you when it was safe. Honor.
Honor! Honor!
Open it. Honor, open the door.
We can make our own hoods.
Honor, open the door.
Honor.
I had a talent. I didn't understand it.
They made me train. They made me train, to--
Fire, fire.
Wait.
I've no other way out, Honor.
You lied to me.
We both lied, didn't we?
You brought the Teeps here. No.
No, I didn't. I couldn't stop that.
We're all allowed to have our secrets.
That's our right. Your right and mine.
I didn't want to hurt you, but--
It wasn't my choice to block you.
You can't trust him, Honor.
Then let me read you.
I'll know the truth if I read you.
HONOR : Ross, let me through.
ROSS: Forgive me.
OKHILE: You're a major talent.
Actually, you're a miracle.
You're the only one we can risk doing this with.
Look at that fucking Teep. Right in the inner sanctum.
So you play partners and keep her close.
Cute for a mutant.
Might run away with the assignment, ma'am.
Do whatever you have to, to win her trust.
Find out what the Teeps are planning on the streets.
Find whatever you can.
I'll have it eating out of the palm of my hand.
Her. It's a her.
ROSS: Honor...
I'm sorry, Honor.
ROSS: I did run away with the assignment.
I fell for you.
We can get out of the city.
We can go to the mountains.
You can read minds, but you can't read my heart.
Please, believe me, Honor.
Please.
I'm an open book now...
just like my dad.
You can trust me, Honor.
Honor.
Honor, we have to trust each other.
Or what hope is there?
We can go far away.