The Fall of Skul (Episodes 1 and 2) M.I. High

My bag!

Oi!

Call the police!

Run!

Oh! That was quick!

What you doing?

I'm the good guy here!

One small step for mankind, one giant leap for Tom Tupper.

Tom! There's some people here to see you, pumpkin!

Busy, mum!

Move away from the computer! Hands above your head!

Are you and your friends coming down for tea, darling?

I'm a bit tied up at the moment, Mum.

CHEERING

What a night. Pandemonium, eh?

Hey...don't you know who I am?

What's going on? I didn't do anything!

That's not what it says here.

Daniel Morgan.

Think you're some kind of action hero?

You seem to find it hard to keep your feet on the ground.

Tom Tupper.

Sophisticated online activity. Hacking into the NASA mainframe?

I was testing out their security software.

By reprogramming the Mars Rover?

HE SIGHS

Busted.

And Aneisha Jones.

Spending all your time pretending to be other people.

You've been spotted with...

the President of the United States, the Foreign Secretary...

And intel suggests you had a front row seat at the Royal Wedding.

My petition - human rights - needs big names.

I'm far too busy to be arrested.

This isn't an arrest.

This is a proposition.

What do you know about British intelligence?

Spies and stuff?

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.

With your unique skills and our specialist training,

we think you can help us keep the country safe.

Is this a wind-up?

No.

This...

..is MI9.

-Whoa...

-Whoa!

ANEISHA LAUGHS

Welcome to M. I. High.

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.

And MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.

Hidden in a place no villain will think to look...

Welcome to M.I High.

Grandmaster, it's bad news.

Nine of our most secret bases have been attacked.

And not by MI9!

Edinburgh down, sir. Edinburgh down.

Make that 10 bases, sir.

Sir, we need to get out of here!

Sir!

Evacuate.

Evacuate immediately!

ALARM RINGS

Dan, I'm serious.

I had to look after a goldfish once and the cat ate it.

What if we have to look after the Prime Minister?

You think your cat might eat the Prime Minister?

Relax. Just don't tell anyone that we spent the holidays at MI9.

Yeah, and don't tell anyone we're friends either.

Yeah. Might keep that to myself.

Left, right, left, right, left, right...

Halt.

Pay attention.

As some of you may know, Bleakwood is getting a new headmaster today.

Given that they never gave that job to me...

I can only imagine how strict and exacting he must be.

Hello?! Hello!

Hello, is this Bleakwood Academy?

Yes.

MI9 arranged for someone I know.

I'm sorry I'm late. I overslept.

I was having this dream

where I turned up wearing only my underpants.

THEY LAUGH

Though I did turn up to my old school in pyjamas once.

-It's quite an interesting story...

-Flatley?

Kenneth Flatley, headmaster.

Mr McNab.

Deputy headmaster.

-Oh...

-And if I may be quite frank...

I don't believe it!

You've got a job here too!

What were the chances?

Mr F, good to see you.

And like you say, what were the chances?

Faster! Evacuate everything!

Gentleman, I trust you have V95?

Careful... This is SKUL's ultimate weapon.

Drive to the emergency rendezvous.

And no stopping for ice creams!

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

BUZZING

Is this what I think it is?

Ow!

Neish! I was about to kill the flame troll.

Yeah, well, when the flame troll threatens national security...

Look, if this is just a drill, that's totally cool.

-We're totally professional.

-Actually, it's your first mission.

-ANEISHA CHUCKLES

-But it's not all good news.

An hour ago, a SKUL agent was arrested not far from here.

You won't believe what he told MI9.

Look, I swear...

For the last 10 years, SKUL have been working on the ultimate weapon.

Something called the V95.

Look, whatever it is, they're moving it across town today.

But please don't send me to jail.

Me mum'll kill me!

We don't know what the weapon is, or what SKUL are planning.

But MI9 have put the city on maximum alert.

-Birds in the air, people, birds in the air.

-We had this all summer.

Helicopters are looking for the weapon from above.

On the ground, MI9 are blocking all routes out of town.

Dan, Aneisha, your job is to set up a roadblock near here.

-But if SKUL see a roadblock, won't they just turn around?

-Exactly.

Which is why we need to get creative.

Uhhh!

Seriously?

Morning, sir.

Patricia Snodsworth - road safety.

Just doing a survey on how bumpy

you think this particular stretch of the road is.

Now, would you say it was A - bumpy...

B - very bumpy...

Or C - so bumpy it makes your teeth fall out?

Tom, you're up. What can you see?

Wait, I've got something.

Could it be a totally awesome laser cannon?

Oh, forget it, it's just a load of gardening tools.

So, I'll put you down as "bumpy," then.

-Well, not you, the road.

-SHE LAUGHS

Well...drive safely now, sir!

Morning, sir.

Patricia Snodsworth - road safety.

From the council, yes.

BLEEPING

Lovely van you have there.

It's weird, I can't see inside.

A protective shield, maybe..?

'Dan, they could be hiding something.'

Have you had any troubles recently?

With the potholes.

The potholes on the road.

Very bumpy, isn't it? Yes.

SHE CHUCKLES

Er...What I'd really like to do

is stick this bumpometer on the back of your van.

Tough!

TYRES SCREECH

Thought so.

EXPLOSION

On the bright side, you're our first bad guys. Yay!

This V95.

If it's a bomb it could need deactivating fast.

Get ready...

So...that's weird.

Look.

The V95.

But how can a girl be SKUL's ultimate weapon?

Look at you. You've still got half a tree in here.

Ah, team. You remember Stella.

Stella Knight.

Chief Agent Knight.

Look after him, will you? Somebody has to.

Whoa! Tension alert!

Now, why don't we start by you telling us your name.

You do have a name.

V95.

Full name, V95 ZOE6.

And your parents? How do we contact them?

I never knew my parents.

Spent my whole life at SKUL, training to be a SKUL agent.

But I didn't want to be there, I hated it!

Really?

-What does the lie detector say? TOM:

-Er...

Big squiggle, little squiggle... Yeah, she's telling the truth.

You can cheat lie detectors.

-V95:

-I'm not cheating. Please.

Either way, if you hate SKUL so much,

you won't mind telling us where the Grandmaster is, will you?

Sir...

Liverpool's down, too.

We're now the only SKUL base which hasn't been attacked!

But who, Flopsy?

Who could possibly attack us with such scale, such precision?

But SKUL shall regroup.

And this insult will not go unavenged.

You, over here.

I must call V95.

We may need her sooner than planned.

-Face it. She's got no idea where the SKUL base is.

-Really?

You buy that she was blindfolded every time she left the building?

It's possible. The Grandmaster doesn't trust anyone.

But just think...

What if she was kept a prisoner her whole life?

BLEEPING

It's him.

It's the Grandmaster.

Wait! If you're serious about leaving SKUL,

-maybe you can help us trace the call. Tom?

-Already working my magic.

Put the watch in here. It'll pick the signal up.

Stay very calm.

And don't say any more than hello.

Hello?

So, you're alive.

You took so long answering, I feared the worst.

What is your status, V95?

Status...

Still in the van en route to the rendezvous.

(Ask him where he is.)

-What's your location?

-The General and I are still at...

-Careful, that's a priceless family heirloom!

-VASE SMASHES

HE GROWLS

I must go before these cretins destroy everything.

No! We can't lose him. Call him back, quick!

I can't. The watch only works one way.

It's to stop me making contact with the outside world.

It doesn't matter.

Look.

This is us.

The signal went up to the SKUL satellite, back down to here,

-where the call came from.

-The Grandmaster's secret base.

This is Chief Agent Knight. I want all agents to report immediately.

This is a code 19. I repeat, a code 19.

What are we waiting for? Let's go get him!

No. You three have a new mission. Stay here.

-Watch the girl.

-You're kidding!

There's no way we're going to miss this.

Agent Jones...

Until I find out who she is, watch that girl.

So, as you've seen, we run a tight ship here at Bleakwood.

I trust you won't be making any unnecessary changes.

Well, I may have one or two suggestions.

Stop right there, boy.

I have warned you, Ditchwater.

No music on school grounds.

-What? No music at all?

-No!

No, no, you carry on.

-TUNELESSLY:

-# I get no thanks For singing teenaged angst

# It's just not fair

# Cos my songs are... #

Pants?

No changes, Mr Flatley, and you and I will get on just fine.

Oh, right.

Frank said keep her in HQ. What if she tries to escape?

She won't do. Trust me, I've got a feeling about her.

Here, I took this from MI9.

I hate not finishing a book.

Really? You did that for me?

She's going to need a name. You can't really call her V95.

I know! How about Lightning? Or Firestorm!

Actually, I know a Firestorm online. Three, actually.

Could get confusing.

Or...how about Zoe?

Zoe..?

Zoe! I love Zoe!

Excuse me, I thought I told you to stay in HQ.

You, girl!

I haven't seen you here before.

What's your name?

Er, sorry Mr McNab. I... should have said, um...

This is...

-..my niece.

-Zoe.

-Zoe.

-I'm Zoe!

-Zoe's school shut. Burnt down, tragically.

I thought she could come here instead.

-Oh, you did, did you?

-Of course. Zoe's more than welcome here.

Um...

I just hope that lunch here is a little nicer than the teachers.

Ten years we've been after the Grandmaster.

Now, make Britain proud. Go. Go, go!

WATCH BLEEPS

Great! MI9 are nearly at the Grandmaster's base.

Careful! She could be watching.

TANNOY: 'Michael Wilson to reception.'

-I take it you weren't allowed jelly at SKUL either?

-Mm-mmm.

DAN SIGHS

Still, we should be there.

Not stuck here doing whatever it is.

Trying to figure out how to hack into that SKUL satellite.

I mean, who knows what we could find.

INDISTINCT BERATING ON TANNOY

Oh dear. Even the menu is like a military operation.

Melissa Albright, student president.

The canteen rules clearly state that each person is only allowed

four carrots, two meatballs, seven chips and 19 peas.

19, Mr Flatley.

Not 20. 19.

Oh dear...

I've got my work cut out.

May I join you?

-Oi! What you doing?

-It's only a chip.

Yeah but it's MY chip.

"Hello, I'm Aneisha's. Get your filthy hands off!"

That's it!

(That's how I hack into the SKUL satellite!)

By pretending to be a chip?

Frank? Frank, I know how to hack into that SKUL satellite.

-Using this.

-What? How? Zoe's communicator only works one way.

The communicator does,

but the transmitter chip will work in anything.

-All we have to do is steal the chip.

-Anybody else know what he's doing?

The signal from these goes through an MI9 satellite.

By using my chip, it will go through the SKUL satellite instead.

-I'll take that, if you don't mind.

-There. Dan, call Neisha.

Hi, Dan. How's the attitude?

Check it out - the signal from Dan's pencil.

Goes up the SKUL satellite and back down to Neish.

All I need to do is piggyback the signal, and...

-Bingo!

-You've hacked into the satellite?

It's everything being said over the SKUL communicators right now.

'Tell me about it, this evacuation's doing my head in!'

'But you managed to get out?'

'We're driving to that office block on Stanley Road.

'Grandmaster's going to escape from the roof.

-'How's he going to do that?'

-'I don't know! Got to go. Laters!'

Hold on. So the Grandmaster's on his way to some office block?

Which means he's not at his secret base.

Nobody move! Grandmaster, you're...

..under arrest.

That girl!

I'll call Stella, tell her to get to that office block, quick.

It's on Stanley Road, that's miles from where Stella is now.

It's not far from us. We could be there in minutes.

Zoe, stay put. Don't move till we get back.

Frank...

Zoe here alone?

She could hack the mainframe.

There. It's safe.

Dan, come on.

Doors lock.

Sir, sir!

I have a message for you.

It's from the people attacking us!

We go in fast and quiet - take them by surprise.

Agreed?

Wait!

I'm coming with you.

Zoe! I thought I locked...

..asked you to stay in HQ?

I can pick security locks. And I wanted to help.

That book I've got - the only one I was allowed at SKUL.

It's about four friends who solve mysteries.

I've never had any friends to help.

Oi!

All right. But stay behind me.

MI9. Like I didn't have enough problems.

Gentlemen, do your wor...

What?

V95? I thought you were at the emergency rendezvous.

Yeah, well...we got to her first.

Guess what?

She thinks you suck!

Tell him, Zoe.

-Zoe?

-Come, V95, our situation has just got far more serious.

That's an order, V95!

No.

No, I'm never going back to SKUL. Never!

HE GROWLS

Teenagers. Go, get her!

Quick! The Grandmaster!

Thanks.

For saving me.

And I'm sorry he got away.

TOM: No.

No, he hasn't got away yet.

Tom, that's a communications mast.

Look. The escape pod must be controlled by a radar.

I bet you anything it's from that SKUL satellite.

I can hack in again using the mast.

Ahh...then you can hack into the Grandmaster's control panel.

There. We're in.

-You're not seriously going to fly the pod from here?

-Nope.

From here.

The view from the escape pod?

For the last time, Flopsy,

the people who sent that message no longer exist.

Now, where is the nearest desert island?

I can top up my tan.

Right, Mr Bunnymaster.

It's time we had some fun.

What..?

ALARM RINGS

Whoa...it's going this way...

It's out of control!

Let's go that way.

I feel sick!

Make it stop!

THEY CHUCKLE

I don't want to go left, I want to go right!

DAN LAUGHS

Uh-oh...

Now...don't get angry, Flopsy, but Daddy may have made a mistake.

Whoa.

-That is not good.

-It's coming down.

Just don't look down..!

HE SCREAMS

PLANE CRASHES

-Huh!

-Game over.

TOM CHUCKLES

Ohhh...

How many henchmen has he got?!

They're not SKUL uniforms. Someone else is after the Grandmaster.

I'm not one to surrender.

GROWLING

OK, I'm completely one to surrender. What do we do?

You let me handle this.

-Zoe!

-Uhh!

-Retreat!

-Yeah.

-Go on!

-Retreat!

Yeah, yeah, you run away.

Those men can't possibly be who I think they were.

Tell me, why was SKUL evacuating?

Because someone told him we were coming.

It wasn't Zoe! Someone else is after the Grandmaster,

and they're getting away!

This girl is a SKUL agent, and she is not to be trusted!

Look out!

Aaaagh!

Zoe..!

Zoe..?

Zoe... No!

Wait...

She's alive!

How? She took the full force of the laser.

ZOE COUGHS

She saved Frank's life.

Exactly. Now do you trust her?

SIRENS WAIL

Grandmaster...

on behalf of all my M.I. High teams...

You're under arrest.

HE GROWLS

Well...

It's the end of my first day here at Bleakwood.

A school which hands out rules and regulations galore.

But what it doesn't give is encouragement.

It simply has no heart.

Which is why I'm changing the name...

..to St Heart's.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

A school that's going to see a lot more changes from now on.

MR MCNAB GROWLS

APPLAUSE

Look, whatever MI9 has planned for Zoe,

-I'm sure they'll look after her.

-I hope so.

I'm going to miss her, that's all.

Zoe!

One minute, 38 seconds.

Not bad for MI9.

-We thought we'd never see you again!

-OK, enough of the mushy stuff!

Now, who votes Zoe pulls the broom?

THEY CHUCKLE

Well, what do you think of my little surprise?

Finally I've got someone to talk spy clothes with.

That jacket rocks!

With Zoe's talents I'm sure she'll make a great addition to the team.

So what about those men that attacked us?

If they didn't work for SKUL, who were they?

-TOM:

-Here.

Grandmaster's laptop.

I found a message he got earlier.

It's well freaky.

'Greetings, Grandmaster.

'Remember your old friend?

'I'm now truly the mastermind.

'You have something that belongs to me.

'But fear not - the days of SKUL are over,

'for now, KORPS is rising.

'KORPS is rising.

'KORPS...

'..is rising.'

The last time I saw one of these KORPS insignias,

I was working down here, in our old MI9 war room.

We used to call this place the Bunker.

At the height of the secret world war with KORPS,

we had 150 agents working here,

with over 200 similar bases in other countries.

Even then it was a close-run thing.

KNOCKS ON WALL

-Titanium?

-Correct.

This place is a fortress.

Right underneath MI9 HQ.

Whoa!

Dinosaur alert!

How old is this stuff?

Did a caveman sit here?

-ANEISHA LAUGHS

-That was my desk.

Ah, the circle mystery -

a ton of old KORPS junk I collected, all marked the same way.

Never did find out why.

Probably just how they marked their trash.

ZOE: This girl you're with looks a lot like Stella.

Frank, was Stella your girlfriend?

-Focus, please?

-We get it. KORPS was a big deal.

But come on, they're really just the old version of SKUL.

-And look what we did to SKUL. Bosh!

-You're not getting it at all.

Look...

This is SKUL.

And this...

This is KORPS.

Whoa!

ZOE: The voice we heard on the message on the laptop

-said they were back.

-And I'm telling you it's not possible.

I saw them destroyed. They're never coming back.

-FEMALE VOICE:

-Odysseus, awake.

Korps is rising.

The Grandmaster was the only enemy leader to escape

-in the final days of the war with KORPS.

-How do these two fit in?

The bosses. That's the Mastermind, and his deputy, the Crime Minister.

The Mastermind? Like the voice we heard on the recording?

It did sound like him, but no.

Can't have been.

These two are both dead.

-Why are you so sure they're dead?

-Just trust me. I was there.

Whoever this new lot are, they cannot be KORPS.

-Then who?

-Well, some copycat group.

The question is who would have enough knowledge and resources

to create a convincing fake of a global organisation like KORPS.

-STELLA:

-This area is off limits!

-Trying to hide the evidence?

-Stella, I haven't said a word.

I don't care about ancient history.

I've got a massive PR disaster on my hands right now.

The last thing I need is you poking your nose into restricted areas.

What happened?

It was a tip-off that led MI9 agents to this house,

where they arrested 126-year-old grandmother, Phyllis Humm,

for running an illegal international prize-fighting club.

Mrs Humm was also accused of being the current heavyweight champion.

Following a gruelling investigation,

Britain's oldest woman was released with an apology.

An embarrassing day for MI9.

This is Jenny Lane reporting.

Please, stop that.

No wonder she's in a bad mood.

Yeah, and I thought it was because Frank dumped her.

I want all of you out of here at once!

And he didn't dump me. I dumped him.

So she WAS Frank's girlfriend.

THEY CHUCKLE

I know Frank wants us to look into copycats,

but it's got to be worth considering that it might be the real KORPS.

Even he admits it sounds like the Mastermind on the tape.

It's easy enough to fake a recording.

I made one of you saying, "I love you."

Left it on Roly's phone. Took me two minutes.

So that's why he keeps looking at me funny.

Tom, I'm going to dedicate the rest of my life to getting you back.

I expect nothing less.

We should trust Frank's judgement on the copycats.

-He's been doing this a lot longer than we have.

-Uh-oh...

She's not interested.

I am! It's great, I've never done any of this stuff before.

You don't know how lucky you are(!)

Gardening club, chess club, ping pong team,

potato awareness group, advanced abseiling, brass band, jazz band...

Choir - that ought to be banned.

You're about to sign up to 23 clubs?

You'd have to be a maniac to try that many.

-I'm in all those clubs!

-Do you see what I'm saying?

Hey guys, look! I can fit a whole doughnut in my mouth.

Nice, Roly.

-All right, Neish?

-OK, Roly, I didn't send you that message.

All right, whatever, course you didn't.

Roly! You said you'd join chess club.

Uh-oh...

Run, Roly, run, run!

Detention every day this week!

You're accusing me with no proof.

This is exactly what MI9 did to that granny.

-How do you even know it was me?

-"A floppy-haired idiot with a guitar."

That could be anyone!

CLEARS HIS THROAT

"He scared our cat singing his dreadful song,

"My Name Is Byron, They Say I Sound Like A Siren."

-It doesn't even rhyme.

-Yeah, well...

how was I supposed to know there's no music allowed in the playground?

-Because there's signs saying, "No music" everywhere.

-No, there's not.

-They've all gone.

-What?

Somebody's removed my signs?

When I find out who that is...

Wonderful singing in the playground, Byron.

Keep up the good work.

Shut up.

Ah, Zoe!

Welcome to St Heart's.

I hope you have a creative and educationally rewarding time here.

Me too, Mr Flatley.

I'm really looking forward to it. School's so exciting!

Can I sit at the front?

-She's funny.

-Weird, you mean.

Er...yes! I don't see why not.

Great! Wonderful. How...refreshing.

BUZZING What a wonderful example to us all.

An eager young mind embracing the pursuit of knowledge.

A...sponge, waiting to soak up all the information

that this school has to...

Oh...

She's gone!

MI9 have identified an anomaly

at one of our secret storage facilities - Vault 12.

-I've never heard of it.

-Yeah, that'll be the word "secret."

What's in Vault 12?

Sorry, Dan - top secret.

It's where MI9 keep captured superweapons and other devices.

..but obviously not that top secret.

No, it was good. Took me over seven seconds to crack that security.

Well, anyway... Due to the emergence of these new KORPS wannabes,

MI9 have upgraded the alert level to amber.

We're checking out everything, no matter how small.

I'm sure it's nothing.

-FEMALE VOICE:

-Thank you, Odysseus. The systems are breached.

Assault team, you have a green light.

'OK, team, scan every room for anomalies.

This one's clear.

What's a global vaporiser?

Sounds like one of Tom's stupid games.

I've read about it. It was a KORPS experiment to create a weapon

that simultaneously destroyed every ocean and sea on the planet.

TOM: To be fair, that does sound a bit like one of my stupid games.

It'd be called... "Drymageddon."

-COMPUTER:

-'Game over.'

-Oh, what..?

-Tom, are you playing a game when we're supposed to be working?

-No.

Well, not any more.

OK, team. The readings are fine. Head back to base.

Hang on.

What was that last one?

The heat's up 0.2 per cent.

That's only just outside the margin of error. Let's call it a day.

The room's 125 cubic metres,

and kept at a constant temperature of 22 degrees.

To raise the temp 0.2 per cent, you'd need a...

-..500 watt three-bar heater, or exactly...

-Three human bodies.

But we're not in the room.

Right. So someone else is.

They've blocked access from inside.

ANEISHA: OK, let's do it the old-fashioned way. Watch this, Zoe.

This is how to be an action chick.

-Ow!

-It's a grade 7 fused metrasealed door.

-You can't kick it open.

-I know that NOW!

I need calcium, carbon and polyisobutylene.

Then you should have brought a chemistry set with you.

-Eyeliner and chewing gum?

-Exactly.

OK. I can do that.

Together, they create a corrosive compound that...

Now you can kick it in.

I've only got one good foot left!

Do you mind just giving up? Cos my foot really hurts.

Your choice.

She knows we could have taken them, right?

Enemy incapacitated, device secure.

'Great work, team.'

Well done.

Not so much. One of the other rooms got hit too.

They took the global vaporiser.

I was in on the interrogation. The operatives you caught wouldn't talk.

-Well, we know who they work for.

-Very unfashionable KORPS suits.

Trust me, no one would wear one of those if they didn't have to.

TORSO were a part of KORPS just like SKUL.

-It all leads back to KORPS.

-We've been through this.

-I don't know who we're fighting, but it is not KORPS!

-Frank...

TORSO, SKUL, KORPS, we've seen them, fought them, even captured two.

We've got their badges, their uniforms,

and we've heard the Mastermind's voice.

Why won't you even consider the possibility this is KORPS?

Because I was there!

I led the MI9 team in the final battle with KORPS.

One of the enemy superweapons blew up.

The explosion was so great,

they had to identify the Mastermind using DNA.

They never even found the Crime Minister's body.

I was the only person to get out of that building alive.

-But, Frank, isn't it possible that...

-Hang on.

The only one?

What happened to the rest of the MI9 team?

I lost a lot of friends that day.

If KORPS weren't totally destroyed...

then they died for nothing.

TOM: No, no, no - this is all wrong.

The only way to enter that floor hatch in Vault 12

is with internal MI9 access.

There was evidence that the bad tip-off about Mrs Humm

came from inside MI9 too. I thought it was just a mistake.

Could a traitor inside MI9 be behind all this?

Who'd know enough about KORPS to pull it off?

Except for Stella and me, of course. Still...

It does make sense.

Imagine if the press got hold of this traitor thing,

as well as the Mrs Humm thing.

They already have.

TV: 'A missing superweapon, and MI9 in crisis.'

We've just learned that this looks like an inside job.

I'm just going to try and get a word with this MI9 official.

Excuse me?

How do you feel about calls for MI9 to be withdrawn from security

at tomorrow's World Leaders' Conference?

It's business as usual.

How can you carry on when you can't even trust your own operatives?

No comment.

'This has been Jenny Lane, reporting.'

That reporter really winds me up.

-She's just doing her job.

-I don't like it.

If we've got a traitor in our organisation,

how do we know that they won't be in Stella's security detail

-at the conference?

-We don't. But I'm sure Stella can handle it.

We should give her covert back-up. Just to be on the safe side.

Disguises.

Cool!

Remember, team, keep a low profile.

TOM: Yeah... Good luck with that in those outfits.

-Thanks, Tom(!)

-Focus on the mission, everyone.

We've got people to protect and a dangerous superweapon to find.

-ZOE: Actually, it's not that dangerous.

-What do you mean?

I was reading up about the global vaporiser.

MI9 techs found it needed an infinite amount of power to work.

That's impossible according to the laws of physics,

-so the device doesn't work.

-There's something else that worries me.

Frank said there aren't many MI9 agents who could be behind this.

-So?

-Well, one of them's running security today.

No way. Frank would say something if he thought it could be Stella.

They've got history.

Maybe he's letting his emotions cloud his judgement.

I say we keep an eye on Stella, just in case.

-Can you imagine them kissing?

-SHE CHUCKLES

-Weird!

TOM: Guys, bear in mind that Frank can hear everything you say.

-I had to cut out his earpiece for most of that!

-I'm back.

Sorry, some kind of malfunction with my earpiece.

There's that awful Jenny Lane.

Look at her smiling at Stella. She's so fake.

-If anything goes wrong, it'll be on telly.

-ZOE: Nothing will go wrong.

I counted 14 MI9 agents, plus us.

TOM: 14?

We've got a problem.

Tom's right. Only 12 were assigned.

We've got two unidentifieds in the room.

Let's keep this quiet. We don't want to start a panic.

-But how do we know who's who?

-Hold on, this worked before.

I'll send feedback down the MI9 audio system.

SECURITY GUARDS EXCLAIM

There! Zoe, with me.

Neish, stay here. There could be more of them.

Stop!

Ohh..!

I guess this is a bad time to ask for an interview..?

-Oh!

-Electrical Feedback TORC.

10,000 volts in 20 seconds' time.

Save her life or chase me. It's your choice.

Aah!

Zoe! He's right. We need at least four people touching the TORC

-to safely soak up the electrical charges.

-Please! Help me.

Oh!

Thank you.

I owe you my life.

Nine years of training, nine, and you didn't count the agents!

She's making a lot of noise.

But I can't help feeling she should have noticed the extra bodies.

-You really think she could be behind this?

-Yeah.

I'm so sorry. Of course I have to report this on the news, but...

Well, maybe this'll help.

That oaf dropped it.

He dropped it?

I still don't like her.

JENNY LANE: Another day, another embarrassment for MI9.

How long before the Government shuts down

this struggling security service?

Nearly done. Just got to reverse the sub-highway connectors,

and I'll be able to trace where their orders came from.

This could be interesting.

ZOE: It doesn't worry any of you that this was all a bit easy?

-Easy? You could have been killed!

-Yeah, but...MI9 disguises?

Someone was bound to spot there were too many agents.

It's amazing no one spotted it earlier.

I'm sorry, but it is.

And what kind of agent drops their communicator?

I don't like it.

Sorry I'm late, I was... What's going on?

Tom's wired up the communicator Jenny Lane found.

-He's going to trace it back to the source.

-You're wasting your time.

-They'll have covered their tracks.

-TOM: Nope. Got it!

It's a security service signature.

-The orders definitely came from inside MI9.

-We've got him. Or her.

I just need to run it through the database...

Here we go.

The traitor is...

Frank! But...

I must have... I must have done it wrong.

-STELLA:

-Frank, the message came from your secure login.

-Who has access?

-No-one. And it's iris, DNA and fingerprint locked.

-No-one could have hacked it.

-Give me something.

This is looking really bad.

ANEISHA: Stella! You can't think Frank's behind this.

-It's Frank!

-Maybe if I speak to the two men we captured..?

Like you spoke to the men we captured in Vault 12?

They haven't communicated with us since!

I'm sorry, Frank.

I'm going to have to place you under arrest until we look into this.

Tom, seal his MI9 login so he can't access the mainframe.

-You know what you can do with that order?!

-Tom! Stella's right.

She has to follow protocol.

-Do it.

-But...

-Now!

Agents, go back to St Heart's.

Consider yourselves stood down until we get to the bottom of this.

# Soul's all messed up

# Like an MI9 operation

# My heart's all leaky

# Like some secret service information... #

I don't believe this. Even Byron's having a go.

No! No! No!

OK, we'll talk about it tomorrow!

What was it this time?

She wants actors for a school play about MI9.

-It's a comedy.

-I can't take much more of this.

We'd be bad agents if we didn't at least look at the possibility...

What? That Frank's a traitor? I don't believe it.

I don't like it, either, but he did suggest we leave Vault 12

without investigating that heat reading.

He didn't want us to back Stella up at the conference.

-Or trace the signal.

-Are we really sure about him?

-We haven't known him long.

-I agree his behaviour's been a bit strange,

but I won't believe he's a traitor until I see proof.

They just found some information on Frank's login

-that led them to the stolen vaporiser.

-Could be mind control.

Sooner or later we've got to ask ourselves...

Why do we think he's innocent?

I know how it looks, but one of the reasons they made me an agent

was because I can see what people are really like.

And I'm telling you, Frank didn't do this.

I guess just because I don't know how his account could be hacked

-doesn't mean it can't be done.

-He gave me a new life.

I'm with Frank no matter what.

I said we'd be poor agents

if we didn't consider the possibility that Frank was guilty.

Well, we've considered it.

Let's go and prove he's innocent.

Ah, Zoe... I hope you're having a good week.

I know we haven't seen much of you... Oh..!

She's off again. So busy!

Wonderful!

It means a great deal that you all still have faith in me.

-New hobby?

-It was left by the previous occupant of my cell.

Mrs Humm.

If you're going to clear your name, we need something to go on.

Who could do something like this?

The spread of mistrust, hidden motives...

misinformation, manipulation...

There's only one group capable of this.

I was so desperate for it not to be true,

I convinced myself it wasn't possible...

But it's time to face facts.

KORPS are back.

So it is KORPS. What's their aim?

I wish I knew.

Getting inside the mind of KORPS is difficult. And dangerous.

Well, if you can't do it, who can?

No-one knows them as well as you.

Actually, that's not true. There's someone in the cell right next door

-who knows them better than anyone.

-An ex-KORPS captain.

We need to talk to the Grandmaster.

Ah..! Visitors.

We need information about KORPS.

We?

One of them now, are you?

They're my friends.

Friends...

Fascinating.

This is a waste of time, he's not going to help.

I might if you were to help me.

-What do you want?

-The General isn't built for prison life.

He's off his carrots.

You can have all the info you want if you promise to get him out.

-Deal!

-Tom!

-It's a rabbit!

All right, fine. Deal.

Ask your questions.

I've got three.

Why arrange for a fake tip-off so an old lady gets arrested?

Why steal a device that doesn't work?

And why make a half-hearted attempt to kidnap a world leader?

None of it makes sense.

On the contrary, it all makes perfect sense.

Revenge.

-ANEISHA:

-Revenge?

KORPS think I sold them out to MI9 so I could run SKUL.

A very hurtful accusation, especially...

..as it's true.

Has anyone got a violin? I'm welling up.

KORPS want revenge on those who destroyed them all those years ago.

Frank! It's all about Frank.

It didn't matter that the weapon didn't work -

they didn't want to use it. They just wanted to plant it on Frank.

They made the fiasco with the old lady lead to him. Why the kidnap?

-NEISHA:

-To plant the communicator. That's what led us to Frank.

-They've been taking it all along.

-Yeah, OK, but how?

Face it, only Frank can access his own secure login.

BLEEPING

Someone's using it right now.

That's not possible - I sealed it myself.

Could he have created a second workstation?

It'd still have DNA, iris and fingerprint locks.

Unless it was a really old one that hadn't been deactivated.

They're in the Bunker!

The old terminals were only password protected.

That's how they hacked in and made Frank look like a traitor!

They've just accessed the Bunker's self-destruct.

If it goes off, it'll take the whole MI9 building with it.

Stella, it's Tom. Frank's innocent! We know how they did it.

Remember - we have a deal.

I need Frank's old level nine password to shut it down.

There isn't enough time to hack it.

What is it, Zoe?

Whoever used Frank's old computer to set off the self-destruct

-didn't have time to get out.

-So where are they?

Something's not right. All that KORPS junk was over there last time.

It's moved.

It's just junk!

Trust her.

Agent Odysseus, you are detected.

Assemble and destroy them.

BLEEPING

Tom, keep trying to disarm the countdown.

We'll hold the robot.

We've got it!

Help!

Sorry, busy.

Hold on, Neish, I'm coming!

Tom, shut down the robot frequency!

BLEEPING

I've got it!

You've got three seconds before that robot comes back online.

Whoo!

Genius, Dan.

The current turned the wall into a giant magnet.

-STELLA: What's going on?!

-I'll explain later.

Frank's got ten seconds to enter his old password and stop the countdown.

What are you waiting for?

"Lovely Stella"?

Seriously?

It was ten years ago.

Of course. The circle mystery.

Not a circle, but an O - the first letter of Odysseus.

There's no doubt now.

Only one group could be so horribly ingenious.

-ROBOT:

-It's been a long time, Frank.

The Crime Minister?

I saw you die.

What did you really see, Frank?

The explosion.

All part of my escape plan.

And I wasn't the only one to escape.

You'll be meeting lots of old friends

in the days and weeks and years of pain to come.

KORPS is rising.

We'll get them, Frank.

And when we do, they're never coming back again.

I can't believe I brought that thing inside MI9 like a Trojan horse.

You wouldn't make a mistake like that, would you?

You know talking to a rabbit is the first sign of being a Grandmaster.

It's embarrassing, really.

I thought I knew all there was to know about KORPS.

But they knew me better.

They knew I'd be intrigued by those omicron symbols.

They knew I'd take that stuff back to MI9.

What's up?

It's probably nothing.

If we've learnt anything from this,

it's that we should trust our instincts.

Yours are the best we've got.

Do you have any facial alteration software?

What do YOU think?

SHE CHUCKLES

Who are we looking at?

Pull up the Crime Minister.

Now add blonde hair and big glasses.

SHE GASPS

I knew it! Didn't trust her from the start!

Jenny Lane?

She was orchestrating the whole thing from right in front of us.

Don't bother, Zoe. She'll be long gone.

-Crime Minister calling The Mastermind.

-'Report.'

Operation Payback 62 per cent successful, my master.

MI9 are publicly embarrassed,

and the Government's faith in them is damaged.

But Frank London remains at large.

'No matter.

'We have other plans for dealing with our old friend.'

What are your orders?

'KORPS is revealed.

'While we continue to pursue our true secret objective,

'there is no sense in hiding the rest of the organisation.

'Unleash them.'

At last!

It's war.

Activate!

-'Thorax active...'

-'Digit active...'

-'Metacarpal active...'

-'Neocortex active...'

MANY VOICES CLAMOUR TOGETHER

You know, I'm really impressed

with the students' spelling and modern vocabulary.

Oh, yeah?

Well, if one of them doesn't own up and clean it off my car,

-I'll have the whole school in detention.

-Now, now, Mr McNab...

We don't call it detention any more.

What do we call it..?

HE SIGHS

Fun Together Time.

D'you see how positive that sounds?

SOMEONE HUMS A TUNE

HUMMING CONTINUES

Zoe?

It's 6:31.

What are you doing still here?

Thing is, I've had a lot going on this week.

I was wondering if I could do my lessons now.

I'm happy to come to school in the evening and weekends.

Nope...

Definitely awake.

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