Franklyn Page #2
- I don't know! I swear!
All I know is that you should
get out of here before they...
Before what?
Ssh! They made me.
No! No!
I'll be back for you.
Too many clerics on the street.
I should have seen the signs.
Stupid.
- Just like that?
- Just like that.
Are you sure?
I mean, you guys have been
down this road before.
That's just it.
Maybe I should have seen it coming.
Does being jilted at the altar count
when it's your rehearsal day?
Milo.
Come on.
Just a thought.
There's so many people to call.
Do you think she's spoken to anyone?
That's the last thing
It's hard enough
bloody organising a wedding.
How the f*** do you go about
dismantling one?
- They don't tell you that, do they?
- Just relax.
I'll take care of everything.
I'm still your best man, OK?
It's my duty, right?
Do you need to stay tonight?
No, I'll probablyjust head back to mine.
All right, just thought
you might like the company.
Mate.
This is Emilia. Leave a message.
Emilia? Hello?
Er, Emilia,
it's Gavin Clunes from college.
I've not seen you in for a while.
I don't need to remind you
that your deadline was Thursday.
Call me back if you can.
She was lost, needed my help.
And I'd let her down.
A routine cultjob,
and now the girl I was supposed to save
was dead.
The Individual had gone to ground
and Wormsnakes had given me up
to the Ministry.
I knew I was a wanted man.
But even I hadn't expected
that much attention.
Well, let's see what all the fuss is about.
Somebody upstairs had wanted me
brought in. And whoeverthey were...
...they were good.
Sh*t.
Anywhere can feel like a prison
when you don't have any faith.
The only thing that got me through
the endless night...
...was to plan,
stay focused...
...stay sane.
Then, out of nowhere,
they came.
Slowly now...
Get up.
Tarrant.
The nearest I ever got
to the face behind the curtain.
Nice to see you again, John.
Yesterday, we received word
that one of our stations in the South City
had been hit.
Chemical attack of some kind.
All operatives lost,
as well as any hope of monitoring
the southern wall.
It wasn't me.
Quite.
However, we do know who it was.
Consequently, we have a proposition
to put to you...
You lock me up for four years and now,
all of a sudden, you want to...
Offer you a job.
Interested?
What could possibly interest me?
Freedom, perhaps.
The chance to settle an old score.
Familiar faces have been turning up
in Meanwhile City,
every one of them a fully-fledged,
paid-up member of...
...Duplex Ride.
That's right.
that murdered your last client.
"Life through the eyes
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