- Shit!
- Why?
I've got rid of mine.
D'you wanna tell us why?
Turn your Wi-Fi off. And everything that connects to the Internet.
From now on, we only communicate with these.
Soz, I only had three.
One for me, one for Wren, and one for Taz.
Jaya, what's going on?
Jacob Taylor called me last night.
Fucking hell.
What'd he say?
What did he say?
That time is up.
What?
This morning we all woke up,
and there were timers counting down on our phones.
When does the timer end?
Midnight.
Like a fucked-up Cinderella.
Taz.
- Soz. Trying to lighten the mood. - Try another way.
I'll put the kettle on, then, shall I?
These don't go online, so they're safe.
Anything else, smartphones, computers, they're all a threat.
Where'd you get these?
The drawer you keep old shit in. Chargers. Headphones with only one ear working.
- What have you found out? - I was going through this all night.
Why bother?
- It were on Wren's phone. - Now the rest of us have it.
It spread. And I got that phone call.
Did you download anything?
Links that have been sent? It could have been Bluetooth or--
- Jaya. - Sorry.
This is like a diary.
Coders have loads to remember. Jacob's written shitloads in here.
I'm gonna rip it all, run it through a program,
and hopefully, figure out how Red Rose works.
How long will that take?
Days.
- Months. - Months?
Which is why I wanna get back to it ASAP.
It's a bit like Scooby-Doo, innit?
Jaya's clearly Velma. Shaggy.
Noah's Fred. Wren's Daphne. Ant's Scooby.
Dramatic, but usually right about stuff.
Except there were never an episode this fucked-up.
I'd have watched it though.
Knock, knock.
Oh God.
I...
Oh, I'm sorry.
I...
Simon.
You okay?
Look, about what happened last night, I... I didn't...
I'm fine.
I am so sorry that you got dragged into all this shit with Rick and...
- It's fine. - No.
It isn't, and I'm here to make things right,
regardless of what happened between us.
And I can understand it if you wanna call things off.
I just need space.
Well, I'm... I'm hoping that's all me and Wren need.
But summat tells me otherwise.
I've got, uh, a few things I...I need to sort out.
Can we speak later?
What, later today or later this week?
Please!
What you gonna do?
And he's, like, your teacher?
Douglas? Sometimes.
Sometimes I'm his. Depends on the work.
What about his boyfriend?
I'm not sure what he does, but he's super supportive.
What do you wanna do?
Nothing.
Red Rose tried to kill me yesterday. I'm still here.
We're all still here. So we do Jaya's plan.
No phones. No Internet.
We stay put till we get past midnight. Is that all right?
- Me mum and grandad are in Birmingham. - Is that a yeah?
Oh, yeah.
Cool.
We're in lockdown till midnight.
Whoo!
Oh, there's no food in.
You're joking.
I'm sorry.
It's not like we can do an online shop either.
Have you got plenty loo roll?
- What biscuits did we end up getting? - Jaffa Cakes.
What are you on about? Jaffa Cakes are cakes.
Or else they'd be called Jaffa Biscuits, which just sounds wrong.
A biscuit breaks. A cake crumbles.
That's the way the cookie crumbles.
Don't bring cookies into this. Don't change the subject. It's a cake.
Well, prepare to be shocked. Legally, they're classed as biscuits.
We're born into a world of lies.
You okay?
Yeah.
It's nothing.
Hi, Wren.
Hiya.
Y... your mum okay?
I dunno, I haven't seen her.
- You off to your mum's now? - No.
- No, we're going-- - I think we should go back to Taz's.
I won't, um...
- Bye, Wren. - Bye.
- Can we get a taxi?
- We're going the wrong way. - What?
We're going the wrong way. Stop.
Can you stop the car?
Oi, can you stop the fucking car?
What's wrong? What are you on about? I'm following where the app is sending me.
Can you just pull over? We'll walk from here.
Found anything?
Not yet.
Guys, we should keep all the windows and doors locked.
No more going outside. We need to limit the variables.
Jaya, it's too hot. Can we at least open the windows?
All right, fine, but not for long. We need to--
Limit the variables.
Ash, what about the fridge? Shall we turn it off?
If we can't trust the fridge, we might as well just give up now.
Fridges, TV screens, taxis, they can't kill you.
Taz!
I was just pointing out they're not a threat.
It's not like we're in The Ring.
Nothing's gonna hop out the telly and grab ya.
The Ring's scary.
The real world is scarier.
Nuclear weapons. Viruses. Tories.
Wren, why don't you smile, love? It's only us lot here.
- Can I do anything? - Absolutely, you can slice that cheese.
Speaking of cheese, what cheese is made backwards?
I don't know how you make it forward.
Erm...
Milk and...
...summat else.
Edam.
- Edam.
Because it's "made" backwards!
- Let's see. Right, under the tap.
I'm still using that cheese.
You look a weirdo.
Who's crying though?
I am.
Check how the 'tatoes are doing. Stick a fork in, and see if they're soft.
Tatties are done.
Right. What we're gonna do is we're gonna mash 'em.
Mix the cheese in and add to the onions when they turn a nice golden-brown color.
You two.
Thank you.
To Roch.
- Oh God.
- You all right? - Oh, shut up.
I think we're witnessing the dawn of a new romance.
- Yeah, Tashley.
Tashley!
This is a stolnica.
It's Polish, but I got it from Ramsbottom.
It's a breadboard.
It's for making pasties.
I used it to mold dough.
- It's still a breadboard. - Fine. It's a breadboard.
We need it for the next bit, so gimme your hands.
What?
Need to see you've got the skill.
Warm hands.
Cold heart.
Er, shut it, you.
So, do I have the skill?
No. You need cold hands for pastry.
Well, you can just chill out. You're my guest.
Four hours to go.
Every second feels like an hour.
We should do summat fun to pass the time.
Yeah. Yeah, why don't we play a game or summat?
- Yeah.
No, Taz, don't.
It'll be fine, Wren, relax.
I was wrong.
- Good evening. - Hey there.
I'm Elder Jason, and this is Elder David.
All right.
Have you ever wondered about life after death?
Of all the places to go on your mission, you got Bolton.
Well, Bolton's an interesting place.
- Let me tell you about the time in 1866-- - Oh, get a grip.
Do they look like they think COVID was a hoax?
Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Do they look like they could own a cuckoo clock?
Oh shit, yeah.
- Is it Daniel? - Yeah.
- Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! - Go on. I'll do one with you.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Let's pretend we're not in.
No, don't!
Red Rose ain't gonna ring a doorbell.
Might be one of those fucking Mormons!
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Fuck me.
It's Becky Fox.
Well, wait. We don't know why she's here.
You have saved my weekend, Taz.
I have? And what are you all doing here?
- The party. - There's no party here.
Better admit, it looks like a party.
- You've got the wrong address, mate. - I think you have the wrong address.
- Boom. - It's my house.
How can we all be wrong?
- Yeah. - No. Fucking hell.
What are you doing? Don't touch anything.
Thanks, Taz.
Good shout. Cheers. Mwah!
- No, no. Get out. Get out!
There's no fucking way. Don't touch me.
Why is everyone ignoring me? I'm gonna find out where you live, and...
Thanks, Taz.
Taz, what the fuck?
What can I do, Noah? Huh?
I don't know fucking kung fucking fu! Do I look like Bruce Lee?
Right, upstairs.
Up. Up. Get up.
Might not be that bad.
Someone's pissing in the sink.
No, out! Get out now. This room's off-limits.
- Then, why are you in here? - Because I'm a VIP, bitch. Now move.
Fuck's sake.
- Effective. - Thank you.
- Crazy always wins. - Bloody carnage down there.
- Where are they coming from? - It's Red Rose. Trying to smoke me out.
The code doesn't fully match what I ripped off Wren's phone.
I'm trying to figure out why.
- What does it mean? - Nothing. Yet.
You're doing amazing, Jaya. Thank you.
Taz needs help downstairs.
I don't fucking know. We need to hide you in a bunker.
- You go. I'm staying here. - I'll stay too.
I'll go. I'll go.
- I wanna be with you. - No, go help Taz, all right?
- I'm gonna barricade us in. - You sure?
Yes.
Go!
You coming?
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Just don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know how to help her.
My gut's telling me to stay here and protect her.
Roch was alone when she...
So I wanna be here.
Okay.
I think Taz will need backup,
but I'm glad you're here.
Oi! Oi, what are you doing?
- Oh, Taz! - Those are free-range!
- Hide these. - Do I look like a hen?
Please, will you just hide 'em for me?!
- And you, guard the microwave. - Okay.
Everything okay?
Yeah, just wondering whether Taz's home insurance
covers twats who crash his home.
Crash?
Did Taz not post this?
Yeah. No, he did, but he wanted a masked ball
like in Phantom of the Opera, not this.
I've seen prettier people in Blackpool.
What?
You're funny, you. I've always thought that.
- What you doing?
- Getting the fuse out. - What?
Gettin' the fuse out!
Oh God.
Won that battle.
Yeah, but we're kinda losing the war.
Get out me house!
That's a good rhythm, that!
- Get out my house, hey! - Get out my house!
Get out my house!
Get out my house! Get out my house!
- Go! - Get out my house!
Get out my house! Get out my house! Get out my house!
- Go! - Get out my house!
Where am I supposed to put eggs?
Bingo.
Do me a favor, and don't touch those eggs.
Uh, sure. Hey, where's Wren gone?
She, um...
she went home.
Good. Don't want her attacking innocent people again.
Mm. This is beneath my pay grade.
Where the fuck are all these dicks coming from?
I only recognize half the people.
- Just do what you can to-- - To halt the madness?
Excuse me. Out the way. Move.
Guys, it's winding down now. Fuck off!
- Fuck off!
- Out, out, out.
Ash! Ash! Grab anything valuable!
Knock it out of the fucking park!
Shit.
Please, please, please, get out my house.
Please, please, get out my house. Please.
Get on with it. Come on.
Come on.
A month ago,
I was sat on t'couch with her just watching crap, and I loved it.
Now I'm just sitting around thinking how shit of a mum I am.
You're not shit. You're just human.
I mean, no one could've imagined what happened.
Do y'know what?
Noah came home the other day with a bruise on his eye.
He wouldn't tell me anything about it.
- What?
That were Wren.
You what?
He got caught in the crossfire
of Wren and these two rough girls from Hargreaves.
- They keep hassling her! - They've clearly made up.
- What are you doing here? - No. Please, guys, no drama.
I'm sorry about what happened at yours. I am.
I'm looking for our daughter. Shels, you know where she is?
Don't tell him, Shel.
I'm trying to give her space. I don't want him anywhere near her.
I tried to call. She's not answering her phone.
It's turned off. She told me it was doing something weird.
- She tried showing me. Now I'm worried. - And you believe her?
Yeah, I do believe her. Why wouldn't I?
Please tell me where she is if you know.
- She's at Taz's house. 30 Marsden Road.
- Thank you. - What the fuck?
I love you, Rachel, and I'm sorry, but he's her dad!
- Where are you going? - I'm coming with ya.
- Fine.
Let me fucking come in. Get out of me fucking way!
- Leave her alone, Patrick! - Let me in!
- Leave her! Fuck off! - Let me fucking in!
Fucking let me in!
- Get the fuck off! Can't let you in! - What's going on?
This little bitch is acting all hard when he's not.
I was looking for you.
I knew you'd be here somewhere.
- Ash said you were at home. Why lie? - She's not interested.
- She don't wanna talk to you. - Whoa, whoa. What do you want?
I wanted to talk.
About Rochelle.
Why? You hated her. You spoke to her like she were a piece of shit.
No, you don't understand.
- She hated you. - Fuck you!
I loved her.
We used to meet, you know.
Like...
like in secret.
I don't get it.
Why you telling me this now? Are you lying?
I'm not a liar.
I tried to tell you at the funeral.
But, uh...
Look, it... it don't matter.
I remember how weird Roch was acting, and I never said owt.
- So when you posted earlier about Roch-- - What did I post?
- Don't you-- - What did I post?
Um...
You said...
"Don't think I can go on without my bestest girl."
"Wish I could see you. Maybe soon."
"Love you... always."
Here we go!
Here we, here we, here we fucking go!
Oh, great party, Taz. This is boring. I'm finding another party.
What do you wanna do?
- Look, it's Roch! - What?
Wait. What the fuck?
Oh my God!
It... it... it was Rochelle! I swear down! You saw it! We all saw it!
Rochelle! She was on the TV!
It's Wren. She set this up.
She's fucking mental. Who does that? It was Rochelle!
What's fucking wrong with you?
Not getting enough attention, eh?
Yeah, you've got a screw loose. What's wrong with you?
- What're you doing here? - Wren.
Wren, your mum sent me. Get in.
- Oi, Wren, where you going, love? - That's right, walk away.
Not getting enough attention, eh?
You okay?
Yeah. I just want my mum.
I'll, uh... I'll take you to the Tea Rooms.
She's there?
Yeah, yeah.
She's setting up for tomorrow.
Sorry about yesterday.
Oh.
No, it's not... It's okay.
Wren?
You need to get 'em out me house.
- Right, everyone out. - Piss off, both of ya. Piss off.
Right. Come on. Party's over.
Right, come on, home time. Yeah, you. You got your coat? Right.
I can't find Wren.
Guys, Jacob Taylor didn't write all this code.
Someone else has changed it. Where's Wren?
She's not here.
- What?
She said Simon's taking her to Smithills.
Oi! You're one of Wren's mates.
- She's not here. - Noah! Noah, where's Wren?
- Why aren't you at Smithills? - What?
Oh God.
- Hey. Hey! - Noah! Noah! Come on! Come on!
It's Simon.
You all right?
Yeah.
Just, um...
just tired.
Mum?
Mum, gonna have a cake!
Mum?
- Emergency, which service?
Help, police. I'm at Smithills Hall. Someone's trying to kill me.
- Can you repeat that, please? - At Smithills--
No. No, Simon, please!
Please! Please! Please!
Please, no!
Wren?
Leave her the fuck alone!
Can't. I'm sorry. I won't. I won't.
Simon says...
- Simon says... - What?
What are you talking about?
Forgive me.
No!
- Come here.
- It's okay.
Okay.
You're okay.
- Are you coming to bed?
- What? - Coming to bed?
Yeah, just finishing a game of Simon Says.