Agent X M.I. High

-Stop being a baby!

-I just don't want my photo on the net

where everyone can see it.

I'm trying to help you, Oscar.

You can't go through life with this terminal lack of confidence.

Yeah? Watch me!

All right...fine, no photo.

But you're only hurting yourself.

Avril!

Get off, Oscar!

Oscar! Here, now!

Oscar! I see no reason why you and Avril shouldn't be able

to complete your blog in a calm manner.

No-one else is making a fuss about having to do one.

Now, back to work, and I don't want to see any more bad behaviour.

Got him.

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.

Old-school spies have had their day,

and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent -

Hidden in a place no villain will think to look.

Welcome to MI High.

I've wiped all evidence of the photo.

Even if someone downloaded it, they can't trace it.

Oscar, don't you think it's about time you told us what's going on?

I'm officially in hiding under MI9 protection, remember?

They had to change my identity and everything.

Kind of important not to have my picture

-all over the net.

-Why are you in hiding?

You know I can't talk about that.

Yes, but why do I have to do a blog?

Why are you making such a fuss? It was all in my teachers' newsletter.

-I'm assuming you read it.

-Erm...yes, yes, of course I...read it.

Then stop complaining!

Honestly, it's almost as if you don't know how to do one.

Don't know how to do one! You are funny, Mrs King! Brilliant!

Good. Then there isn't a problem.

No.

Agent X...

Good of you to take my call.

I must say, I have been a great admirer of your work for some time.

Your ability to commit so many terrible crimes

without leaving a single witness is...

an example to us all.

Flattery is irrelevant. State your business.

Yes... Of course.

I wish to hire your services.

There is something I have been after for a very long time.

That is a well cool website.

Yeah, it's like wicked-pedia!

Do it properly.

I'm impressed!

My mum makes me keep a blog, she says it's good practice

for when I'm a famous gymnast and have to stay in touch with my fans.

She's got it all planned.

Everyone, take a look at Carrie's site.

It's got just the right balance of graphics and text.

It's exactly what I want you all to be aiming for.

BUZZING

Well done, Carrie... Oh.

ALARM

I reckon he's in hiding from a scary ex-girlfriend.

Oscar, did you break a super villain's super heart?

-Going on holiday, Frank?

-Not me, you - SKUL saw the picture.

They've hired a freelancer called Agent X to track you down.

For your safety and everyone else's, we need to move you - permanently.

-What?

-It can't be that serious!

Agent X has never failed a mission.

No-one's ever even seen him.

MI9 special forces cornered him once -

this was the scene three minutes later.

GROANING What happened?

Not one of these agents could identify their assailant.

-He's that good.

-Why are SKUL going to so much trouble to find Oscar?

-I'm afraid that's classified.

-Even if Agent X is after Oscar,

he'll never find him. I wiped the web link.

And Oscar had his identity changed.

I ran simulations.

There's a high probability of a trail existing for X to follow.

Evidence at Oscar's old home

leading to the MI9 Safe House he was taken to

-after the incident.

-What incident?

-Classified.

From the Safe House of the MI9 training camp Oscar studied at

and from there to here.

Even if that trail exists, it would take X months to find all the links.

My computer says X will be at Saint Hope's in four hours.

There is another way of looking at this.

We've got four hours to catch this Agent X!

It's an unacceptable risk, I will not put Oscar into that danger.

-Hang on, isn't it my job to be put into danger?

-I'm sorry, Oscar, I...

I don't want to be on the run forever.

You've got four hours. After that, Oscar disappears.

OK, so where do we start looking?

Oscar's old home. X will go there first.

-Got any gadgets to help us?

-Well, I wasn't expecting to need any,

but I do have a couple of things that might come in handy.

What-ho, Frank!

MI9 materials have a secret identity stamp.

It's only visible through one of those.

They'll help you find and destroy evidence that might help X.

You might also find a use for this.

ELECTRONIC THRUM

Hey, you broke my suitcase!

I didn't break it - pimped it.

I redesigned the handle.

Flick the switch - anything metal it touches becomes a magnet.

-Cool.

-Now, get going.

The clock is ticking.

How's it going, Mr Flatley?

Nearly done, just dotting the Ts and crossing the Is.

I mean, crossing the Is and...you know.

Well, keep up the good work.

"Lesson one. How to switch your computer on."

Nice house...I guess.

-When were you last here?

-Two years, three weeks and four days,

but who's counting?

It looks like the house was sealed after some sort of fire. Oscar?

I'm not supposed to say anything.

Oscar! Where's your mum?

How can we help you if we don't know what's going on?

-SKUL took her.

-What?!

-She was one of MI9's top agents.

SKUL attacked the house and took her away.

She fought for ages, but there were too many of them.

I saw it all.

So...where is she now?

Still being questioned in some SKUL prison, probably.

She'll never talk. She's the best.

-Nice!

-Oh, come on, we've all had some dodgy haircuts.

No, I mean nice as in nice place to hide some MI9 stuff.

That's the address of the nearest MI9 Safe House,

the one that I was taken to.

So there really is a trail.

CREAKING

We're not alone.

Agent X.

-He's after Oscar!

-Uh-oh.

We've got to stop him.

The bigger they are, the harder...

Ow! I think I've broke my hand.

He must have some kind of metal exoskeleton.

Oscar, use the luggage handle.

ELECTRONIC THRUM

Duck.

We did it. We beat him.

So much for ex Agent X.

I can't believe it's over.

I thought he'd be much harder to beat than that.

DRONING

Someone's sent him a message.

"Safehouse details received. Well done."

It's signed Agent X.

Oscar! Oscar, slow down!

-We need to plan our next step.

-There's no time.

He knows the Safe House address.

-Benedict's in danger.

-Who's Benedict?

He's the agent in charge of the Safe House.

I was there for two years.

He's like family and you might have noticed

I don't have a lot of that left.

OK, we need to act fast, but X is already ahead of us.

We've got to start using our brains. You two go to the Safe House,

I'll go back to HQ and check the records of your mum's last mission.

If we can find out why SKUL took her,

maybe we can find out what they want you for.

It's better if we stick together. There's nothing in those files.

Oscar, we don't have time to argue.

Benedict, remember? You two go to the Safe House, I'll go to HQ.

Come on.

Oh, dear.

That's very good, Avril!

Erm...

Could I have a word with you in my office?

This is the last place I'd expect to find a Safe House.

I think that's kind of the point.

-Benedict?

-He's not here.

The Safe Room.

No sign.

Just do as you're told.

Yes, but the webcam isn't working.

-Yeah? Then why are you on telly?

-Oh!

Oh, erm... Oh, erm, er...

Good evening, this is Kenneth Flatley.

Here is the news.

I'll just adjust the...

-Don't touch that!

-Oh.

I don't know why I bother. You can do it on your own.

No, Avril, I...

Oh, no...

Frank, all Oscar's mum's files are classified, I need your clearance.

I can't help you. It's better for Oscar

if what's on those files stays secret.

This information could help us save him,

so tell me, Frank, what's more important,

Oscar's feelings or his life?

I'm warning you, Rose,

you might not like what you find.

Maybe X hasn't been here yet.

-Then where's Benedict?

-Day off?

GROANING

Benedict!

I didn't even see him - too fast.

-So sorry, old chap.

-Forget it. The importance thing is you're OK.

You don't understand.

I kept the letters you wrote from the training camp.

Agent X must have taken them. He knows where the camp is.

He's got the next step in the trail. We've got to move.

-What about Benedict?

-Don't worry about me, old boy.

Feeling better already.

All right, let's get to the training centre.

Goodness me! That looks marvellous.

Are you two sitting at the right computer?

Yes, we are, and it's all our own work.

We know all about computers.

For example, did you know that this is not a real mouse?

-I'm impressed!

-Ahem.

They didn't do any of it. They got cousin Della here to do the work

then left her wandering around the corridors.

Yeah, all right, but we did the difficult stuff.

Yeah, we looked good for the photo.

Do you know how much effort goes into looking this good?

Probably not.

Yes, well, I want to see you all in my office right away.

We'll see if we can't get to the bottom of this. Off you go.

So, er...Della, how would you like to create a blog for me?

Good.

This can't be right.

Oscar lied to us.

Rest easy, agents. This training facility is totally secure

and I, Hector Swayne, am personally equipped to deal with any attacker.

Biological implants that let me flood my system with animal genes.

If I'm fighting someone fast, cheetah genes make me faster.

Strong? Gorilla genes make me stronger.

-Believe me, I'm a match for Agent X.

-Is it OK if we take a look around,

-just to be on the safe side?

-Be my guest.

-So, I found out what Oscar's mum's final mission was...

-Rose.

-..to infiltrate MI9.

-Huh?

Turns out his mum wasn't being kidnapped by SKUL agents after all.

She was a SKUL agent. His mum stole a chip

containing the details of MI9's entire security network.

The big fight at the house? It was between his mum and MI9 agents

trying to arrest her.

SKUL aren't trying to kill him. They're trying to take him home.

Just because my mum was with SKUL, doesn't mean I am.

-Er, guys...

-Why did you lie to us?

-I think you should see this.

You didn't think the small fact that your mum was working for the enemy

-might have been important?

-Listen!

-What?

-The Hector Swayne we met is about 100 years too young.

-X.

-Come on!

Oh well, it was worth a shot.

-We're taking you down.

-I wouldn't be so sure about that.

I might have lied about who I am but I didn't lie about what I am.

12 per cent gorilla for strength.

16 per cent wasp for manoeuvrability and speed.

-Where did he go?

-He's over there!

He's moving too fast!

Strange, I thought you'd be more of a challenge.

Still, I am very good.

-You really are.

-Huh?

I'm sorry, Oscar, but he's easily the best I've ever had to fight.

-You think so? The best?

-Oh, come on? No, I'm with Rose, Oscar.

-He's really great.

-I am, aren't I?

Definitely. I mean, enhanced agents like you - totally the future.

Yeah, and the technology that gives you those powers must be awesome.

-Well...

-I don't suppose...

-no, forget it.

-What?

Well, it would be a real honour to take a closer look at it.

Why not? You're not going anywhere.

So how do you bump up, say, the gorilla quotient?

Well, what you do is, you set to gorilla

and then you press this little slider here which then goes...

What are you doing? 100 per cent gorilla?

HE GRUNTS

Oh, OK. It was a plan.

We got lucky, Oscar. While you were lying to us,

Agent X nearly found St Hope's. Why did you do it?

How would you like everyone to know your mum was a traitor?

Have everyone watching you to see if you turned out the same way?

-Guys, guess what?

-Oh no.

That must have been Agent X.

He just received a message.

It's a response to something he must have sent earlier.

It just says, "Received - Signed, X".

What was the message he sent?

Two words. "St Hope's".

-Yes?

-X has the school's location.

We're on our way.

ALARM SOUNDS

Mr London.

Are you sure about this sewage leak?

I can't smell anything.

Of course you can't. It's an odourless sewage leak.

What you're not smelling right now...

Well, that's the leak.

Oh, right, well that explains it.

-I suppose.

-Hurry along.

Frank, I haven't seen Oscar.

-He might still be in school.

-Don't you worry about Oscar.

I'll see he doesn't come to any harm.

I've got movement sensors linked to the screens.

Now that the school's empty, if anything moves, we'll know,

but it would have been safer if you hadn't come back.

I want to help. It's because of me everyone's in danger.

Sector 12. Flatley's office.

-I'll go get them out.

-No, Oscar.

It's safer if you stay here.

Carrie, you go.

-Right.

-No, hang on.

All I'm gonna do is tell them there's a leak

and make sure they leave.

It's not dangerous and you can see it all on the screen.

Please, I need to do something.

Oscar, I know how you feel. It's better if I do this.

You know how I feel?

The worst thing your mum's ever done

is try to help you become a famous gymnast.

My mum is an evil traitor.

I saw her defeat six MI9 agents with her bare hands.

At one point, she grabbed my hand so hard

I thought she was going to attack me too.

So tell me, Carrie, do you really know how I feel?

-No.

-Oscar.

None of you have got a clue.

I'm gonna go move Flatley and the others. Any objections?

Right.

Extraordinary. Who would have believed a ten-year-old girl

would know so much more than me?

There's been a sewage leak. The school's being evacuated.

Evacuation?

Right, Oscar, you're in charge here.

I'd better go and help with the organisation.

-It's coming from the computer room.

-We'll go and check it out.

Oscar, we might be out of time. Head for the art room.

The windows are inaccessible and it's got a reinforced door.

Once you bolt it from the inside,

no one will be able to get in. You'll be safe.

OK, guys, change of plan.

No sign of an intruder. I don't get it.

This is wedged in the window.

If it was fluttering in the draught, it could have set the alarm off.

-I don't like this.

-I know what you mean.

X has been ahead of us at every stage.

What's taking him so long to get here?

I can't help feeling I'm going to end up

-like one of those agents he knocked out in the playground.

-Yeah.

You know, maybe we should take another look at that CCTV footage.

I think we might have missed something.

There, what's that?

-Oh no.

-What?

I just hope I'm wrong. Where's the footage from Flatley's office?

No way! Della is Agent X.

And I handed Oscar right to her.

Della, you scared the life out of me.

-You should really stay in the art room.

-I was scared.

I thought Donovan and Davina were looking after you?

Like I could trust them to do something.

OK, I'll take you back to the art room and stay with you.

Thanks, Oscar.

OK, OK.

Come on, let's go.

Oscar, come in. Come in, Oscar. Oscar, come in.

Davina? Donovan?

Della, I don't want to worry you, but we could be in danger.

Oh, Oscar, haven't you got it yet?

We're not in danger.

You are!

I don't care if you are Agent X. I'm not hitting a little girl.

Whatever.

Argh!

What happened to you?

What happened? His cousin happened!

-My cousin? I thought she was your cousin?

-Unbelievable.

She must be your cousin.

She's got your stupid face.

-Your stupid face.

-Your stupid face.

Your stupid face.

Your stupid face.

-Bolted. Oscar!

-Oscar!

-Oscar!

-Oscar!

I guess it's nice to know that my mum cares enough to send the best.

Your mum?

She hired you to kidnap me, right?

Less talking, more fighting.

We're nearly done.

CREAK

Wait, can't we talk about this? I mean, what are you, ten?

Wouldn't you rather be watching telly?

What's your favourite TV programme?

What's your favourite toy?

You do have toys?

Really?

It's too quiet.

DOOR HANDLE CLICKS

Where's Oscar?

What did you do to him?

Chill out, girls. I'm fine.

And this is my new friend, Sally.

Hi.

Oscar, she's Agent X.

Yeah, I figured that out when she started hitting me.

Anyway, we've had a chat and Sally doesn't want to be Agent X any more.

We are going to be friends instead and get some toys.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one whose childhood was messed up

by a special agent parent who betrayed them.

Sure she's not going to change her mind and try to kidnap you again?

I wasn't trying to kidnap Oscar.

You weren't? What was your mission?

Information retrieval. They hired me to get that.

-My mole?

-Stupid.

It's not a mole. It's a microchip.

Oscar, Rose and I have been talking

and, as far as we are concerned, we are your family now.

So it doesn't matter what your mum did.

I have news for you on that front. The microchip in your mole

contains the MI9 files we thought your mum had stolen.

She must have implanted it when she grabbed my hand.

But why didn't she say anything?

She was being watched. She wanted SKUL to think

she was working for them, but she didn't want them to get the files.

-So she wasn't a traitor?

-There's a message for you on the chip.

I think you should see it.

-What's going to happen to Agent X?

-Well, she's decided to join MI9.

She's going to make an incredible agent.

at least she will if we can ever get her away from all those new toys!

Oscar, my darling,

I have to go away.

I am so sorry it has to be this way.

There is so much I want to tell you, to teach you.

There's so much that I want us to do together,

-but I'm out of time.

-Open up! MI9!

Oh, they're coming for me.

I only hope that one day you'll understand what I'm about to do.

Oscar, if you never see me again,

know this much for sure. I love you.

You said X never fails.

I still want those files from your son's microchip.

Don't upset yourself, Grand Master.

We will have other opportunities.

We'll just have to bide our time, Flopsy.

I'm impressed, Mr Flatley. I thought a blog might be beyond you.

Ah, blogs are simple really.

Certainly for a computer wizard like myself.

I think you might be the perfect person to run the school's website.

I'll e-mail you the details. It won't take you more than a week or so.

Website?!

Has anyone seen Della?