right. All right.
We're moving the girl
to Bristol straight away.
We need to bring weapons over...
The refugee camps...
Zaphyr, he looks
bloody fucking awful.
Yeah. Really?
All that dirt and sand in there,
nowhere to hide the blood in, no skin.
Shit! It's fucking disgusting.
He's not gonna make it.
Of course not gonna make it,
with all the blood and guts coming out.
Hey, Samir.
Shit.
Stop! Stop the car! Stop the fucking car!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! The girl's in the car!
- Stop!
- The girl's in the car!
Stop the fucking car!
Give me the fucking keys.
Give me the fucking keys.
Get down! Get down!
Can't you get it moving any faster?
For God's sake!
Come on. Come on.
Stop!
Stop!
Shit.
They're coming! They're coming!
Get going, get going!
They're getting closer!
Oh, God! He's gaining on us!
Can I shoot? I got a clean shot!
Fuck off!
Miriam, jump-start the car!
We have to go!
Wait till it gets faster!
All right! All right! Just push, you push!
Fucking hell!
Miriam! Miriam!
We have to wait for him! Theo!
Go, go, go!
- Kee, are you all right?
- I'm fine.
We need to find a safe house.
Yeah, the last one was
really fucking safe.
Well, what do you suggest?
Don't worry. I know where to go.
Wait here.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Jasper?
Janice?
Jasper?
- Oh, fuck!
- Oh, fuck you.
What are you doing with this shit?
This? I mix it with bread to poison the rats.
It's not bullshit what they say.
They pass away quite peacefully.
Jasper.
Meet Miriam and Kee.
The Tomorrow is a hospital ship
disguised as a fishing boat.
They'll take us to the Human Project.
I told you, amigo, the Human Project is real.
Yeah, but you're also the guy
that believes in UFOs.
Tell them about that thing
you saw on the heath.
You saw a UFO?
Did you know that the Human Project
is supposed to have
a community on the Azores?
It's a sanctuary.
That's where they'll take us, Kee.
Can you catch this ship anywhere else?
It's going to stop at the last two
weather buoys en route at sunset.
So it will be tonight at Windsmore
and then two night's time at Bexhill.
You can forget about Windsmore.
We'd never make it in time.
No, it's our only chance.
We can't get to Bexhill.
That's a refugee camp.
Eureka! Eat and rest.
With a little bit of luck,
you're going to need all your energy.
- Where are you going?
- Feed her for me, Theo.
Kee, your baby is the miracle
the whole world has been waiting for.
Come on. Come on.
Did he really see a UFO?
Is she doing her voodoo hoodoo?
She's doing something.
She smited me with that.
Said it was good for my baby.
Does she look posh to you, or gawky?
Earnest.
Yeah.
- How many months?
- Eight.
It takes nine months.
I know.
Who's the father?
Whiffet. I'm a virgin.
Sorry?
That'd be wicked, eh?
Yeah, it would.
Fuck knows.
I don't know most of the wankers' names.
You know, when I started puking,
I thought I catch the pest.
But then my belly started getting big.
Nobody ever told me these things.
I never seen a pregnant woman before.
But I knew.
I felt like a freak.
I didn't tell nobody.I thought about the Quietus thing.
Supposed to be suave.
Pretty music and all that.
Then the baby kicked.
I feel it. Little bastard was alive.
And I feel it. And me, too.
I am alive.
- Froley.
- Froley.
Name my baby Froley.
It's the first baby in 18 years.
- You can't call it Froley.
- Says who?
Kee, I've found you a boat.
- Great.
- How?
We get ourselves arrested.
- Oh, Jesus.
- No, no.
Syd, this border guard I sell pot to,
has agreed to get us into Bexhill.
Nicely ironic, eh? We break into prison!
Wicked.
"Froley."
Come on.
Everything is a mythical
cosmic battle
between faith and chance.
- Maybe I shouldn't.
- You already did. Take another one.
Now cough.
- What do you taste?
- Strawberries.
Strawberries? That's what it's called.
Strawberry Cough.
Wicked.
So, you've got faith over here, right,
and chance over