Cold Fusion Doctors

Oi! What are you doing?

-I knew you'd come.

-You can't light a fire here. It's a medical practice.

It's a signal. Like linking your computer to SETI.

What?

That's how I knew you were the one.

How do you know about my computer?

I've been watching you. You're a genius.

You're the only person on the planet who understands

extraterrestrial intelligence.

And cold fusion.

I wrote this years ago. How did you get hold of this?

I've read all your stuff. That's why you were chosen.

Chosen?

To help me. And not just me.

The whole planet.

OK...

Ssh.

That doctor works here. The one McEwen's obsessed with.

-This is a waste of time.

-Why?

-McEwen wouldn't come here.

-He might.

He may be a nutter but he's not stupid.

-He's not a nutter. He's ill.

-A major security threat is what he is.

He hacked some secure files, that doesn't mean...

And if he carries on? Publishes what he knows? People will die.

Which is why we have to try to understand him, get inside his head.

What we have to do, Nelson, is shut him down.

Then we lock him up and throw away the key. End of.

-It's the government. They're trying to get rid of me.

-What?

Cold fusion. It terrifies them.

I have to go.

-He was spotted on the Selly Heath Road.

-If it was him.

-I think I'd remember someone like that.

-You're Haskey?

-What?

-Are you Haskey?

I'm Dr Haskey, yes.

-Has McEwen contacted you?

-Who?

Neil McEwen? Has he phoned, e-mail, text?

The name doesn't mean anything.

Ring any bells?

-That's the guy with the fire.

-Fire?

-Where?

Round the side of the building.

We've got him. Mill Health Centre. Selly Heath Road.

Did you see him?

No. But he won't get far.

I'll call the duty inspector to get some uniforms out here.

-I was right about him coming here.

-What do you want, a medal?

-I just...

We need to talk to Haskey.

Then he was gone.

You're saying you've never heard of him?

Correct.

And you had no idea he was coming.

None.

So you just happened to be there when he lit the fire?

I wasn't there when he lit it. I saw the smoke.

Is that some sort of signal you two have?

I've already told you, I don't know him.

Did he say why he was here?

He didn't make much sense.

He's on the run from a secure psychiatric hospital.

Really?

Can you remember anything he said?

He said he'd been chosen. He said I was a genius.

He must be mad.

-This isn't funny.

-Sorry.

-Anything else?

-It was all a bit paranoid.

-He said the government were after him.

-What's he done?

He's wanted under the Prevention of Terrorism act.

We suspect he's hacking secure government sites.

And he's dangerous.

If you see him, call us.

I will.

So there's definitely nothing else you can tell us?

No.

All right.

"Thanks very much for your help, Dr Haskey, you've been fantastic."

-He's just doing his job, Al.

-Why are they going? We need protection.

He's a computer hacker. What's he going to do, hit you with his mouse?

They said he was dangerous.

He's eccentric and maybe a little bit delusional, but he's not dangerous.

Mrs Ritso.

We need to tell Howard.

Howard is at The Campus today.

Besides, there's nothing to tell him.

Thanks, John, that was very helpful.

Cheers.

I can't understand how he got away.

Maybe he didn't. Maybe someone's hiding him.

The doctor?

-Could be.

-He said he'd never heard of McEwen.

Think about it. McEwen's locked up in a secure hospital.

How does he get access to a computer?

We're still working on that.

But he is very bright and incredibly resourceful.

Or maybe he had help.

You said he was obsessed with Haskey.

He's obsessed with lots of things.

If Haskey was trying to hide McEwen, why did he admit he'd seen him?

-Why say anything?

-Maybe he panicked.

I think he was telling the truth.

I've just spoken to John - Haskey's got history.

Suspicious computer activity, stalking,

hacking social media... He didn't mention anything about that, did he?

Self-important idiot.

He wasn't that bad. You're blowing this out of proportion.

They think anybody with an original thought is a threat.

He's probably under a lot of pressure.

I bet the Americans are behind this.

-The Americans?

-Yeah. He's probably hacked into some baby-sitting rota

at the Pentagon and they're going to extradite him.

Stick him in some horrible prison.

If they don't give him the death penalty...

And they'll probably kidnap us all and waterboard us in Guantanamo Bay,

pull out our fingernails...

This isn't funny, Niamh.

This kid has got a mental health problem.

-He doesn't even know what he's doing.

-Why do you care?

It's because he said you're a genius, isn't it?

Well, he's obviously incredibly perceptive.

Ah, the way to a man's heart is through his ego.

I'm just worried what they're going to do to him.

Five minutes alone with matey would be enough to scar anyone for life.

That's if they don't drive him to suicide.

Psst.

-Did you tell them anything?

-About what?

If they find out we're in this together, they'll lock you up too.

-We are not in anything together.

-They give you drugs to stop you thinking.

Where? In the hospital?

It's not a hospital. It's a government prison.

-Why were you there?

-Because of the oil companies.

What?

They run the government.

They'll do anything to stop me getting my hands on the secrets to cold fusion.

Cold fusion?

The last time I checked, no-one was anywhere near making that happen.

-If they ever do.

-That's what they want you to think but it's not true.

We can make it happen now.

I need you to help me make contact.

Contact?

With the extraterrestrials. They're going to give us the secret.

You are not making any sense.

I have to prepare the transfer facility.

But I'll be back for you. And be careful.

They're watching you.

Oi! What are you doing?

Filthy habit.

The cops are back. They want to see you.

McEwen's been on all these blogs.

And so have you.

So?

You've posted comments on all of them.

Commenting on the same blogs doesn't mean we know each other.

-It means you've communicated with him.

-That's not communication.

Half the time people on blogs are just talking to themselves.

He never contacted you directly?

For the 501st time today, no.

What if we went through your computers?

Anything on there you wouldn't want us to see?

Like what?

The police have been through your computer before.

What's that got to do with anything?

What was it again? Oh, yeah, stalking?

-Nice.

-I had nothing to hide then and I have nothing to hide now.

-You sure?

-Before this morning I'd never even heard of Neil McEwen

and I have no idea why he contacted me.

Why did he say you were a genius?

Somehow he's dug up some paper I wrote years ago.

He's got some very peculiar beliefs, but I wouldn't day he's dangerous.

Well, you're wrong.

-He's delusional, hypersensitive.

-Are you defending him?

In the face of all this, I think someone should.

You're saying one psycho is more important than all the people

-who might lose their lives because of him?

-Psycho?

Is that a technical term? Do you even know what's wrong with him?

-He's schizophrenic.

-Schizotypal, actually.

-He's got schizotypal personality disorder.

-Whatever.

They are not the same thing. Not that you would care.

This is a waste of time. Let's go.

I'm...sorry about him. He doesn't really understand mental illness.

And you do?

My brother's schizophrenic.

So I kind of understand what this kid is up against.

And I do want to help him.

If he's in touch with you again, please call me.

He's right about McEwen. Odd beliefs, suspicion

and paranoia are all typical of schizotypal personality disorder.

You're an expert on all this, now?

No. But I've been reading up.

That's why I think we have to try and see things from his perspective.

And if he has mental health problems,

we have to respect his rights.

-HIS rights?!

-The more we can get him to trust us,

the more information we'll get.

Is this what they teach you these days?

Well, yeah, it is, actually.

Do you remember 7/7? I was there.

Really?

I held a pregnant woman in my arms till the paramedics came.

She died on the way to the hospital.

No-one respected her rights.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

It's not the kind of thing you forget.

Makes you see things differently.

Of course. But McEwen's just a sick kid.

He's not a terrorist.

If he gives terrorists information they need, what's the difference?

Whether he means to or not, innocent people get hurt.

And die.

What do you know about schizotypal personality disorder?

What? Oh, um... I remember studying it, I think...

Apparently that's what that kid's got.

The one who lit the fire?

I wonder if I should have confronted him.

Sometimes it's better to go easy until they trust you more.

I think I read that somewhere.

It might not apply in this case. What was it?

Schizotypal personality disorder.

I've got an appalling memory.

-You've got good people skills.

-Really?

-Better than mine.

The police have been back, then?

-They think I'm involved.

-Why would they think that?

Because they have nasty suspicious little minds.

You don't want to get caught up in this, Al.

People get sucked in when they haven't even done anything.

I know, but a part of me does want to help the kid just to spite them.

I'm going to research his condition.

-Be careful.

-Worry not.

He will come back. I'm sure of it.

Haskey is, too.

I think you're wrong about him. He's just a geek.

-HE SCOFFS

-That's what he wants us to think.

If Haskey was helping McEwen, he wouldn't stick up for him like that.

And he wouldn't wind you up.

People like that hate authority. He will help us, though.

He just doesn't know it yet.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Al?

-Huh?

You've got patients.

I'm so sorry. I completely lost track of time.

Karen, what did you make of that cop?

Which one?

The young one. Would you trust him?

I don't know. He's a cop. You have to, don't you?

Yeah, I suppose so. I'm going to pop out for lunch after I'm done.

-Shall I get Karen a sandwich?

-Oh! Yes, please.

-Come on. Quick.

-What?

-You're being followed.

-How did you know where I was?

-Lucky guess. You came here yesterday.

-How long have you been following me?

-We haven't got time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up.

Hurry up. We have to contact them.

-Contact who?

-The aliens.

-They're going to give us the secret to cold fusion.

-There are no aliens.

There are. You proved it in your article.

All right, yes, extraterrestrial intelligence does exist.

It has to, probability tells us.

But there are no aliens. Not now, not here.

Not yet.

I've met them.

Or maybe you just think you did.

-They took me away with them when I was a teenager.

-They abducted you?

It was more like an exchange. But that doesn't matter.

That's when they told me about cold fusion.

-I'm really sorry, Neil.

-They said you'd be sceptical.

That's why I have to take you to the transfer facility.

-Then you'll know it's true.

-You've got things all mixed up in your head.

They need both of us to store the cold fusion codes.

-People can help you, people a little bit more qualified than I am.

-No.

Stop!

-I knew it.

-It's not what it looks like.

-Oh, right. Just happened to bump into him, did you?

-Yes.

-You think I'm an idiot?

-Yes, but now isn't really the time...

Look, I was trying to get him to hand himself him.

Pull the other one.

You knew you were being followed. That's why you were hiding.

I wasn't hiding.

-I was as surprised to see him as you were.

-So why didn't you call us?

-I didn't want him to panic.

-Even after we told you he was dangerous?

He's not. But if you push him he might do something desperate.

-Is that a threat?

-No. If anyone gets hurt, it'll be him.

He is a disturbed, vulnerable young man.

-You seem to know him pretty well.

-I don't know him at all.

But I've researched his condition. Maybe you should.

-I know everything I need to know.

-Delusions, unusual preoccupations,

a belief in aliens... it's textbook stuff.

Aliens?

Yes, that's why he's been hacking into your computers.

He believes aliens are telling him to do it. It's why he contacted me. He's obsessed with me.

Because you're an alien?

No, because I believe in extraterrestrial intelligence.

-Little green men?

-An alien life form would obviously be different from human ones.

-Duh! Obviously!

He read an article I wrote years ago, he's completely misinterpreted it.

You really believe all this?

Given the size of our universe, I'd say that extraterrestrial

intelligence is a mathematical certainty.

Nelson was right. You really are a nerd.

The point is, he believes that aliens are trying to contact him.

Do yourself a favour - leave the wacko to us.

Calling him that is just ignorant.

People like you are more of a threat to us than he will ever be.

You're getting worked up over nothing. Al said he's not dangerous.

That's not what the police said.

-And even if he was, he wouldn't come back here.

-He might.

I've had a word with the station

and they're treating it as a grade one incident.

Neil McEwen is an escaped Category A prisoner.

-He's on the run for...

-What does that mean?

He's highly dangerous and a threat to the public or to national security.

-Told you.

-If pushed into a corner he could do anything.

That's a bit overdramatic, isn't it? Al thinks he's just a mixed-up kid.

Well, Al's not a good judge of character at the best of times.

Where is he anyway?

He went to get us lunch, but that was ages ago.

Don't look. Those cops could be back any minute.

How did you get in here?

It's not important.

You need to hand yourself in.

I can't. They'll destroy me.

What if I take you to a hospital?

You have to take me to the transfer facility.

There is no transfer facility, there are no aliens.

-There are. I can prove it.

-How?

When you see the transfer facility, you'll know.

Nice try.

If you still don't believe me, I'll go anywhere you want.

-You'll let me take you to a hospital?

-Yes.

-You won't try and run away?

-Promise.

All right. How far away is it?

Not far.

I cannot believe I'm doing this.

Come on!

This?

This is your transfer facility?

No. This is just where we make the signal.

They bring the transfer facility with them.

The aliens do?

Yes.

Enough. This has gone far enough.

-You can't go.

-Why not?

I can't do this on my own.

We need a big fire.

It has to be seen from space, right?

You're going to set this on fire? In here?

-That's insane.

-No, it's not.

There's a paint warehouse next door.

Once that goes up, there'll be masses of flames and smoke.

-It'll be huge.

-What about the people who work there?

-I don't think anyone does.

-You don't THINK anyone does?

I can't check on everything!

You've seen the way they hound me.

People are going to get hurt.

That wasn't my fault.

What wasn't?

No-one was supposed to get hurt.

-Have you done this before?

-I didn't want those people to die.

-I tried to save them.

-Is that why they sent you to hospital?

-That was because of the cold fusion.

-Neil, you don't want to do this.

You don't want people to get hurt.

TRAIN RUMBLES BY

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that.

I just don't like being touched.

We need more wood. Much more wood.

-Still no sign of Al?

-No, and I'm starving now.

PHONE RINGS

-Al? Where are you?

-Ask him about my lunch.

I should never have brought you here. It was a mistake.

You had to. You did the right thing.

'I should have called the police.'

'They would have ruined everything.'

'When you set this alight'

and it ignites the paint warehouse next door, people will die.

'Unless someone calls the police.'

No-one's going to call the police.

-'This is an industrial estate, right?'

-'What?'

-'Off Shannen Road?'

What did he say?

Come on, Al. Say it again.

TRAIN RUMBLES BY

-'Phone the police.'

-'Ssh!'

'Police, please?'

What was that?

It's fine, th-there's no signal.

Just as well.

They can trace you with this.

Stop! Neil, stop.

All these ideas you have about aliens and cold fusion

and setting big signal fires, it's just a way for your mind

-to try and deal with the way people treat you.

-I know what I'm doing.

It's not unusual for someone with your condition to feel isolated.

The aliens are the only ones who understand me. And you.

You have a personality disorder.

The police are after you because they think you're hacking into computers.

They aren't the police.

I'm sure it wasn't your fault, but people died.

-That's why they sent you to hospital, because people died.

-No.

You have to let them help you.

I can't trust them. I can't trust anyone except you.

Then let me help you. Before you get hurt.

Before anybody gets hurt.

SIREN WAILS

-You're sure this is the place?

-I think so. The line wasn't very good.

But I'm pretty sure this was the road. There was definitely a train.

We won't let him get away this time.

Over here!

Don't do this.

Stop!

Don't move! There's petrol everywhere.

-I thought you were one of us.

-I am.

-Then why are they here?

-Because...

-I trusted you.

It was a test!

We had to make sure...you were strong enough to stand up to them.

We've been watching you for years.

We've been watching you ever since you were a teenager.

Since the aliens took me?

We knew you were special.

But we had to make sure.

-So I was right. There really are aliens?

-Yes.

I knew it.

But the aliens are not ready to give us the secrets of cold fusion yet.

But there are...other solutions.

Other ways we can help you.

We?

We want to make you feel better.

Who are you? Are you an envoy?

Sort of.

Of course. She isn't, though.

-Er...

-No-one told me about her.

-That's because...

-What?

She's one of them. Aren't you?

-An alien?

-Yes.

Yes!

OK... OK...

-You don't need that.

-Come on.

-Well done.

-That's what we wanted.

He'll be given a full medical and psych evaluation

before he's detained or questioned.

-Why are you doing this?

-Because it's the law.

And when he is interviewed

he'll have a chaperone and a lawyer if he wants one.

-You want him to get away with it?

-No.

But he has rights and they have to be respected.

Is he going to make trouble for you?

I don't care if he does.

I know what's happening, I know what you're doing!

It's OK.

Neil, I'm so sorry it had to be like this.

It was the only way we could make sure that you didn't get hurt.

You promise they won't hurt me?

Promise.

Promise.

I can't believe you actually told him I was an alien.

Well, take a look at yourself.

What's wrong?

I hate petrol.

Come on. Let's get you out of here.

-Mrs Hollins has not turned up at the Campus.

-Oh.

Zara!

Edwin! I don't believe it!

It's great to see you. I had no idea you worked here.

Why would you need some space?

Have you had an argument?

-I was just a young, innocent...

-Innocent?

Yes, you were the lothario.

One kiss from you...

..I was putty in your hands.