M.I. High (2007) s01e10 Episode Script
The Fugitive
Wa-a-a-h! CRASH DISTANT CRASH The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.
The old-school spies have had their day and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.
Hidden in a place no villain will think to look.
SCHOOL BELL Welcome to MI High.
How come you and this postman were the only ones to see it crash? Dunno.
It was early.
You do realise when we find the wreckage we'll be, like, heroes of the UFO community! - We? - More conspiracy theories, boys? What's it this time? Little green men? - Yes.
- No.
- UFO's exist and I'm gonna prove it! I think I'd rather believe the Government than Conspiracy Nuts Magazine.
Right, back to your groups! The bell still hasn't rung yet.
Well, this looks very impressive.
It's a dimensional stabiliser, Miss.
It can maintain an object's tensile strength even at extreme velocity.
A stabilisingthing.
See? Why can't the rest of you be more like Rose? SCHOOL BELL Everyone, home time please.
- You are coming to look for this UFO, right? - Er, actually - An unmanned space probe has crashed in the vicinity of the school.
- Wow! Stew was right about these aliens! Not exactly.
The probe was launched by a hostile foreign power.
It's your job to search for the wreckage and, - if you find it, secure the site until Air-One arrive.
- Who? Air-One are like this legendary special unit to do with anything weird or unidentified entering UK airspace.
I don't see why we couldn't just handle it ourselves.
Love the confidence, Rose.
But Air-One want to study the craft's technology and have jurisdiction over MI9.
Carla heads up a great team.
- Who is this Carla woman? - Carla Terrini.
Won the Young Spy of the Year award five times in a row.
Ring any bells? Ah, no, of course not.
The contest's pretty hush-hush.
- Why didn't I get entered? - Entry forms are in invisible ink.
Not easy.
Carla wants us to secure the site using these pods.
- Cool.
She can see how good MI9 is! - They emit a powerful but invisible force field.
- Hey, maybe I could use them to deter boys? - Believe me, you don't need a pod for that.
Blane, you take the area out the back of school.
Daisy and Rose, check out the surrounding neighbourhood.
Who's going back for the last one? 'This is an ears-only communique.
Project ASD3 must be transferred for examination immediately.
'This communique will self-destruct in ten seconds.
' Um, just testing some new hardware.
I need the last pod.
Yes.
BANG Back to the drawing board, I suppose.
Hi, uncle.
Er, Grand Master.
- What's up? - What's up is that a mysterious, super-fast space probe has crashed in your vicinity.
'General Flopsy and I think that such technology' would be well worth acquiring.
You're not trying to take over the world again, are you? - Like I'd tell you! - Yeah, that's cos it'll never happen.
So, how come you want me to find this space probe thingy? My best agents have been poached by a competitor.
- But it's half-price cinema tickets this afternoon! - I'll get you tickets for the weekend.
Plus giant popcorn and a slushy? This is a big carrot the General and I are dangling.
The chance to impress us and become a permanent SKUL agent! Oh, all right.
I'll get onto it when I've finished me noodles.
It's hard to look cool when your trousers are so tight.
Carla.
Or should I say, ma'am? So, this is home now? - It's been too long.
- It's hard to keep up now you're a high-flyer! - I was so proud.
- I owe it all to you, let's not forget that.
How's the hip? Fine, but I think my days of chasing enemy agents down Mount Blanc are over.
Remember when you fired the rocket launcher in your snowboard? And demolished the Prime Minister's chalet? Yes.
Lucky he saw the funny side.
How's my hair, is it OK? More gel, less gel? Be honest.
You've either got it or you haven't.
And they definitely haven't.
Come on! Mud! I hate mud.
Mud is for boys and pigs.
Is there a difference? Hey, I think I found something.
Look at these scorch marks.
Must be the retro-rockets slowing her down.
Looks like it bounced and hit this tree.
Good spot.
This way.
The probe! A window from the cockpit! Made from some high-tech carbon.
Imagine what sights must have been seen through here.
- It's a toilet seat.
- Aaargh! Lenny? We've found the probe.
Is it all right if I take a look? It's not what I expected.
It's incredible.
'No.
I'm sorry, Rose.
Position the pods and activate the force field.
'Then wait till Air-One arrive.
' - I don't know why but it feels like we're being sidelined.
- What? This is Air-One's mission, not ours.
Plus Lenny wants to look good to Carla "Bigshot of the Year" Terrini.
Yeah, maybe.
Blane, we found the probe so you can stop looking now.
Yeah, very clever.
But you haven't found everything.
I'm at the gym, you both need to get here, now.
Ah, I need a dock leaf.
Old secret agent trick for falling in nettles.
You're a secret agent? What you doing here? Er, just looking for artefacts.
Car boot sale on Saturday.
You? - I'm on the trail of a UFO.
- Ah, you're on the space probe thingy as well? Why didn't you say? My name's Agent Zero.
Er no, Colin.
I knew there were agents somewhere round here.
But my mates wouldn't listen.
My mates never listen to me either.
They say it's because I'm boring, but it's hard not to be boring.
And, ironically, if I tried less Anyway, I've made some calculations on the likely impact site, based on speed and trajectory.
I'm pretty sure it landed somewhere over there.
Yeah, I was working on a similar thing myself.
Hey, we'd make a great team, me and you.
You could bring the brains and I could bring the sandwiches.
This better be good, we're supposed be guarding the crash site! Ew! It looks like something out of Fifty Pence's nose.
It smells like petrol.
This is all around the probe too.
Ssh! I think I heard something.
- OK, this is getting freaky.
We better call Lenny.
- I'm not so sure.
Look, you deal with the facts, and leave the instinct stuff to me.
Looks like the space probe had a pilot after all! Yeah, some freaky alien! Let's get out of here! - They're cool goggles but you can't see a thing.
- Where are your team? - I can't believe they left the site unmanned.
- There must be a simple explanation.
And then failed to answer a high red communique.
This isn't the way you taught me.
Anything could have happened.
They're trained to think on their feet.
We need to find out where they are.
- Activate the transponders, track their pencil communicators.
- That would be a betrayal of trust! Like you used to say, trust is a two-way street.
I did come out with some corny lines, didn't I? Look, I'm sure your new guys are the dream team.
You have your methods, I respect that.
But I can't afford to take chances.
Not on this one.
Give me the transponder unit.
This is a classic first encounter scenario.
We need to defuse the situation - and determine identity via an initial information exchange.
- Huh? She's spouting from the spy manual again.
Do you speak English? How about we try using simple binary code? He says he comes in peace.
It is hardly gonna say, "Ooh, I've come to fry everyone on your planet!", is it? We need Lenny's advice.
We don't know who or what this thing is.
Air-One! They're using our communicators to track us down.
Lenny's with them! He must have given them the transponder unit.
BEEPING BEEPING GETS LOUDER I think we've lost them.
Ew.
What's that smell? It's the boys.
Their changing rooms always smell like this.
Zara? Why are they wasting paint on Fluff-for-brains? - What are you doing? - Trying to communicate.
Well, try communicating with your own team first! D'you know how much trouble we're in? We disobeyed orders! So, this is what you call thinking on your feet, is it? Letting the fugitive escape? ASD3? So he's a fugitive now? We still haven't got all the facts.
The facts are that you knew how important it was that ASD3 was apprehended.
Carla and Lenny are after the alien! They called him ASD3! When I went back to get the last pod Lenny was listening to a communique from Carla.
It said they were examine the ASD thing.
But I thought that meant part of the probe.
Yeah.
And what does that prove? That he IT has some stupid code name.
Lenny lied when he said the probe was unmanned.
He must have known Air-One only wanted the pilot.
Whatever they've got planned for him, I doubt it's a SATs paper.
Rose is right.
Air-One is a Government agency.
- Two hours ago you were telling us to trust the government.
- Guys! And now you're as big on conspiracy theories as he is.
It's aboy! Look at this.
- Grass? - No, scorch marks.
It means we're close.
Which way, though? Left or right.
Ah, definitely right.
It is all about how objects ricochet on impact.
I saw a documentary on the Pseudo-Science Channel.
Greetings.
He can talk proper, like us.
- I am Lu.
- Welcome, Lu.
I'm test pilot.
Chosen for mission because Because Lu expert in science.
Lu's mission, peaceful.
Only to see how craft fly.
What about all that gunge? Yeah.
Humans leave footprints, not slime trails.
From fault.
My ship crash because dimension stabiliser break.
Hey, that's my field! You are scientist too? Physics and chemistry, mainly.
But my dad wants me to do pure maths.
My father, also very strict! Enough of all this Best Buddy Blog stuff! So, Lenny may have withheld some information.
Face facts, Daisy.
He betrayed us.
Is that all that loyalty means to you, Rose? No wonder the only person that wants to talk to you is from a different planet.
We need Lenny's side of the story.
- Maybe they thought he was an alien, too? - We can't go.
In Air-One's eyes, he's a fugitive.
And so are you! PHONE RINGS 'Great news' - Grand Uncle, er, Master.
- 'Yes?' Oh, yeah.
This spy stuff's a blast.
I'm on the trail of a real UFO! Give me strength, General Flopsy.
'It's a man-made probe, not an alien craft.
'Call when you've returned to Planet Reality.
' Whoo-hoo! The UFO! We did it! It's much smaller than I imagined.
They must be shorter than us humans.
Let's get some photos! We did it.
We proved them all wrong! Hey, there's some writing.
In English! "Hubble Roundabout Rides Ltd, Wakefield.
" Is it a code? What does it mean? It means we're idiots, that's what it means.
METAL DETECTOR BEEPS What your team don't know won't hurt them.
- I'm trusting you on this.
- I'd expect nothing less.
Lock activation.
I still wish I'd been allowed to keep my team fully informed.
They were told all they needed to know.
'Lock activation.
' And what about me? You have all the relevant facts.
STEPS CLANK > 'Lock activation.
' Stupid itchy collar.
ALARM BLARES A Blue Room security breach! Your team? I find that hard to believe.
I want a complete sweep of the area! ORIENTAL MUSIC HE WHISTLES I just wanted to show them there was something out there.
Who cares? When we're on the cover of Conspiracy Nuts Magazine they'll all be jealous.
Look, I've got a meal for one defrosting, - but let's meet tomorrow.
- And resume the search? The quest goes on! I'll call you.
So, what did Lenny say? All I know is that he's with Carla, all the way.
He might not be an alien, but Air-One are going to treat him like one.
I found this.
- Eugenics? - Genetic engineering to enhance the human body.
Lu is like the new and improved version.
What? But he's just a kid like us.
It's true.
I was designed to be different My cells - so my body can stand much G-force when craft fast.
Why didn't you tell me? Not everyone likes people who are different.
Yeah, well, we're on your side now.
But if we against orders, it'll be the end of MI9.
- We can't let them take him to the Blue Room.
- Agreed? Borrowing Fifty Pence's stuff is probably riskier than being on the run from Air-One.
- It doesn't really suit him.
- Like that's important! How you look is always important.
- Air-One! - Seize them! Mr Flatley? Hello there! Ah, yes, I expect you're all wondering.
After-school Morris-dancing class? Becoming very popular again, you know.
Oh, hello, more new faces! But you're too late for the class, I'm afraid.
No way! But we've been practising so hard Wave your hankies left and right Wear those leggings, really tight Ring your bells and shake your toes What's the next line? No-oneknows.
Never mind about that, what's my boy doing out here so late? He's here for Morris-dancing classes! Not with his bad knee, he ain't! Well, he can still wave his arms.
Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! There's no way that poor boy can perform with an injury.
Our routines are very vigorous, you know.
But don't worry, Daisy, we can all meet again next week.
How marvellous to see the parents taking an interest, too, eh? Now, hurry along home and don't forget, I hold a class every week.
Hey-nonny, hey-nonny, hey-nonny, hey-no! Hey-nonny, hey-nonny, hey-no Hey-nonny, hey-nonny, hey-no! - Lu's mission peaceful.
- Be quiet.
- You never told me we were dealing with a child.
- He's the product of a foreign power's eugenics programme, age is irrelevant.
- It's our duty to investigate.
- You call this an investigation? - The Carla I knew would never have allowed it.
- I have my orders.
And I have my conscience.
That boy has no place here.
The world has changed, Lenny.
You are with us on this, aren't you? - I know where my duty liesyes.
- Good.
The interrogation begins in ten minutes.
I want you there.
'Log activation.
' You are the weakest linkgoodbye! Well, what do we have here? Lenny's teeny-tot spies.
MI9 are now expendable! Follow them! Lenny? Don't worry, I'm on your side! - I just had to keep Carla on board until I knew her plans.
- I knew it! TYRES SCREECH Come on, come on! The stabiliser, you repair! Not quite, I had to use my own instead.
It's only a prototype, though.
- I'm worried it might not - You give me your project? With this you could be famous, make reputation as scientist.
Science is about more than reputations.
Now, hurry! Ha! Headbangers! Good luck, Lu.
I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better.
Maybe one day we meet at science conference.
I hope so.
- I've got this new superconductor I'm working on, you'll love it.
- Rose! I hope he makes it.
- Do I cut the red or the blue?! - I think it's the green.
What?! Stay right there! Ooh! Arrest them! That wouldn't be wise, since the probe is leaving our airspace approximately.
now.
And according to MI9 rules on agency precedents, clause 8 subsection 9, - Air-One no longer has jurisdiction over me or my team.
- So clear off.
You've gone soft, Lenny.
Been hanging around these kids too long.
We're the ones who achieved our objectives, not you.
Trust might be a two-way street, but it's knowing right from wrong that speeds us down life's motorway.
Oh, chill out, Unc.
I might've lost the probe thing, but at least I got to meet Agent Stewart.
'Who? I don't remember any Stewart on the files.
' Who? What do you mean, who? Only the best agent SKUL ever had.
Heaven help us, I can't take any more of this.
I'm going to spend a week in my holiday bunker beneath the Indian Ocean.
- Could I be in charge till you get back? - 'Certainly not, 'General Flopsy will cover.
I need someone with a brain.
' No more secrets between us, eh? But we're spies - isn't keeping secrets what we do? - But not from each other.
- Daisy was right - for once.
WellI shouldn't have been mean about your boyfriend.
He was not my Oh! Come on, let's get these pods shifted before some poor dog gets 5,000 volts up his choke chain.
Blain?! It's OK.
You just had a bit of a shock.
Yeah It was so weird.
I thought I saw a UFO, and thenyoudressed as like spies.
Spies? Us? As if!
The old-school spies have had their day and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.
Hidden in a place no villain will think to look.
SCHOOL BELL Welcome to MI High.
How come you and this postman were the only ones to see it crash? Dunno.
It was early.
You do realise when we find the wreckage we'll be, like, heroes of the UFO community! - We? - More conspiracy theories, boys? What's it this time? Little green men? - Yes.
- No.
- UFO's exist and I'm gonna prove it! I think I'd rather believe the Government than Conspiracy Nuts Magazine.
Right, back to your groups! The bell still hasn't rung yet.
Well, this looks very impressive.
It's a dimensional stabiliser, Miss.
It can maintain an object's tensile strength even at extreme velocity.
A stabilisingthing.
See? Why can't the rest of you be more like Rose? SCHOOL BELL Everyone, home time please.
- You are coming to look for this UFO, right? - Er, actually - An unmanned space probe has crashed in the vicinity of the school.
- Wow! Stew was right about these aliens! Not exactly.
The probe was launched by a hostile foreign power.
It's your job to search for the wreckage and, - if you find it, secure the site until Air-One arrive.
- Who? Air-One are like this legendary special unit to do with anything weird or unidentified entering UK airspace.
I don't see why we couldn't just handle it ourselves.
Love the confidence, Rose.
But Air-One want to study the craft's technology and have jurisdiction over MI9.
Carla heads up a great team.
- Who is this Carla woman? - Carla Terrini.
Won the Young Spy of the Year award five times in a row.
Ring any bells? Ah, no, of course not.
The contest's pretty hush-hush.
- Why didn't I get entered? - Entry forms are in invisible ink.
Not easy.
Carla wants us to secure the site using these pods.
- Cool.
She can see how good MI9 is! - They emit a powerful but invisible force field.
- Hey, maybe I could use them to deter boys? - Believe me, you don't need a pod for that.
Blane, you take the area out the back of school.
Daisy and Rose, check out the surrounding neighbourhood.
Who's going back for the last one? 'This is an ears-only communique.
Project ASD3 must be transferred for examination immediately.
'This communique will self-destruct in ten seconds.
' Um, just testing some new hardware.
I need the last pod.
Yes.
BANG Back to the drawing board, I suppose.
Hi, uncle.
Er, Grand Master.
- What's up? - What's up is that a mysterious, super-fast space probe has crashed in your vicinity.
'General Flopsy and I think that such technology' would be well worth acquiring.
You're not trying to take over the world again, are you? - Like I'd tell you! - Yeah, that's cos it'll never happen.
So, how come you want me to find this space probe thingy? My best agents have been poached by a competitor.
- But it's half-price cinema tickets this afternoon! - I'll get you tickets for the weekend.
Plus giant popcorn and a slushy? This is a big carrot the General and I are dangling.
The chance to impress us and become a permanent SKUL agent! Oh, all right.
I'll get onto it when I've finished me noodles.
It's hard to look cool when your trousers are so tight.
Carla.
Or should I say, ma'am? So, this is home now? - It's been too long.
- It's hard to keep up now you're a high-flyer! - I was so proud.
- I owe it all to you, let's not forget that.
How's the hip? Fine, but I think my days of chasing enemy agents down Mount Blanc are over.
Remember when you fired the rocket launcher in your snowboard? And demolished the Prime Minister's chalet? Yes.
Lucky he saw the funny side.
How's my hair, is it OK? More gel, less gel? Be honest.
You've either got it or you haven't.
And they definitely haven't.
Come on! Mud! I hate mud.
Mud is for boys and pigs.
Is there a difference? Hey, I think I found something.
Look at these scorch marks.
Must be the retro-rockets slowing her down.
Looks like it bounced and hit this tree.
Good spot.
This way.
The probe! A window from the cockpit! Made from some high-tech carbon.
Imagine what sights must have been seen through here.
- It's a toilet seat.
- Aaargh! Lenny? We've found the probe.
Is it all right if I take a look? It's not what I expected.
It's incredible.
'No.
I'm sorry, Rose.
Position the pods and activate the force field.
'Then wait till Air-One arrive.
' - I don't know why but it feels like we're being sidelined.
- What? This is Air-One's mission, not ours.
Plus Lenny wants to look good to Carla "Bigshot of the Year" Terrini.
Yeah, maybe.
Blane, we found the probe so you can stop looking now.
Yeah, very clever.
But you haven't found everything.
I'm at the gym, you both need to get here, now.
Ah, I need a dock leaf.
Old secret agent trick for falling in nettles.
You're a secret agent? What you doing here? Er, just looking for artefacts.
Car boot sale on Saturday.
You? - I'm on the trail of a UFO.
- Ah, you're on the space probe thingy as well? Why didn't you say? My name's Agent Zero.
Er no, Colin.
I knew there were agents somewhere round here.
But my mates wouldn't listen.
My mates never listen to me either.
They say it's because I'm boring, but it's hard not to be boring.
And, ironically, if I tried less Anyway, I've made some calculations on the likely impact site, based on speed and trajectory.
I'm pretty sure it landed somewhere over there.
Yeah, I was working on a similar thing myself.
Hey, we'd make a great team, me and you.
You could bring the brains and I could bring the sandwiches.
This better be good, we're supposed be guarding the crash site! Ew! It looks like something out of Fifty Pence's nose.
It smells like petrol.
This is all around the probe too.
Ssh! I think I heard something.
- OK, this is getting freaky.
We better call Lenny.
- I'm not so sure.
Look, you deal with the facts, and leave the instinct stuff to me.
Looks like the space probe had a pilot after all! Yeah, some freaky alien! Let's get out of here! - They're cool goggles but you can't see a thing.
- Where are your team? - I can't believe they left the site unmanned.
- There must be a simple explanation.
And then failed to answer a high red communique.
This isn't the way you taught me.
Anything could have happened.
They're trained to think on their feet.
We need to find out where they are.
- Activate the transponders, track their pencil communicators.
- That would be a betrayal of trust! Like you used to say, trust is a two-way street.
I did come out with some corny lines, didn't I? Look, I'm sure your new guys are the dream team.
You have your methods, I respect that.
But I can't afford to take chances.
Not on this one.
Give me the transponder unit.
This is a classic first encounter scenario.
We need to defuse the situation - and determine identity via an initial information exchange.
- Huh? She's spouting from the spy manual again.
Do you speak English? How about we try using simple binary code? He says he comes in peace.
It is hardly gonna say, "Ooh, I've come to fry everyone on your planet!", is it? We need Lenny's advice.
We don't know who or what this thing is.
Air-One! They're using our communicators to track us down.
Lenny's with them! He must have given them the transponder unit.
BEEPING BEEPING GETS LOUDER I think we've lost them.
Ew.
What's that smell? It's the boys.
Their changing rooms always smell like this.
Zara? Why are they wasting paint on Fluff-for-brains? - What are you doing? - Trying to communicate.
Well, try communicating with your own team first! D'you know how much trouble we're in? We disobeyed orders! So, this is what you call thinking on your feet, is it? Letting the fugitive escape? ASD3? So he's a fugitive now? We still haven't got all the facts.
The facts are that you knew how important it was that ASD3 was apprehended.
Carla and Lenny are after the alien! They called him ASD3! When I went back to get the last pod Lenny was listening to a communique from Carla.
It said they were examine the ASD thing.
But I thought that meant part of the probe.
Yeah.
And what does that prove? That he IT has some stupid code name.
Lenny lied when he said the probe was unmanned.
He must have known Air-One only wanted the pilot.
Whatever they've got planned for him, I doubt it's a SATs paper.
Rose is right.
Air-One is a Government agency.
- Two hours ago you were telling us to trust the government.
- Guys! And now you're as big on conspiracy theories as he is.
It's aboy! Look at this.
- Grass? - No, scorch marks.
It means we're close.
Which way, though? Left or right.
Ah, definitely right.
It is all about how objects ricochet on impact.
I saw a documentary on the Pseudo-Science Channel.
Greetings.
He can talk proper, like us.
- I am Lu.
- Welcome, Lu.
I'm test pilot.
Chosen for mission because Because Lu expert in science.
Lu's mission, peaceful.
Only to see how craft fly.
What about all that gunge? Yeah.
Humans leave footprints, not slime trails.
From fault.
My ship crash because dimension stabiliser break.
Hey, that's my field! You are scientist too? Physics and chemistry, mainly.
But my dad wants me to do pure maths.
My father, also very strict! Enough of all this Best Buddy Blog stuff! So, Lenny may have withheld some information.
Face facts, Daisy.
He betrayed us.
Is that all that loyalty means to you, Rose? No wonder the only person that wants to talk to you is from a different planet.
We need Lenny's side of the story.
- Maybe they thought he was an alien, too? - We can't go.
In Air-One's eyes, he's a fugitive.
And so are you! PHONE RINGS 'Great news' - Grand Uncle, er, Master.
- 'Yes?' Oh, yeah.
This spy stuff's a blast.
I'm on the trail of a real UFO! Give me strength, General Flopsy.
'It's a man-made probe, not an alien craft.
'Call when you've returned to Planet Reality.
' Whoo-hoo! The UFO! We did it! It's much smaller than I imagined.
They must be shorter than us humans.
Let's get some photos! We did it.
We proved them all wrong! Hey, there's some writing.
In English! "Hubble Roundabout Rides Ltd, Wakefield.
" Is it a code? What does it mean? It means we're idiots, that's what it means.
METAL DETECTOR BEEPS What your team don't know won't hurt them.
- I'm trusting you on this.
- I'd expect nothing less.
Lock activation.
I still wish I'd been allowed to keep my team fully informed.
They were told all they needed to know.
'Lock activation.
' And what about me? You have all the relevant facts.
STEPS CLANK > 'Lock activation.
' Stupid itchy collar.
ALARM BLARES A Blue Room security breach! Your team? I find that hard to believe.
I want a complete sweep of the area! ORIENTAL MUSIC HE WHISTLES I just wanted to show them there was something out there.
Who cares? When we're on the cover of Conspiracy Nuts Magazine they'll all be jealous.
Look, I've got a meal for one defrosting, - but let's meet tomorrow.
- And resume the search? The quest goes on! I'll call you.
So, what did Lenny say? All I know is that he's with Carla, all the way.
He might not be an alien, but Air-One are going to treat him like one.
I found this.
- Eugenics? - Genetic engineering to enhance the human body.
Lu is like the new and improved version.
What? But he's just a kid like us.
It's true.
I was designed to be different My cells - so my body can stand much G-force when craft fast.
Why didn't you tell me? Not everyone likes people who are different.
Yeah, well, we're on your side now.
But if we against orders, it'll be the end of MI9.
- We can't let them take him to the Blue Room.
- Agreed? Borrowing Fifty Pence's stuff is probably riskier than being on the run from Air-One.
- It doesn't really suit him.
- Like that's important! How you look is always important.
- Air-One! - Seize them! Mr Flatley? Hello there! Ah, yes, I expect you're all wondering.
After-school Morris-dancing class? Becoming very popular again, you know.
Oh, hello, more new faces! But you're too late for the class, I'm afraid.
No way! But we've been practising so hard Wave your hankies left and right Wear those leggings, really tight Ring your bells and shake your toes What's the next line? No-oneknows.
Never mind about that, what's my boy doing out here so late? He's here for Morris-dancing classes! Not with his bad knee, he ain't! Well, he can still wave his arms.
Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! There's no way that poor boy can perform with an injury.
Our routines are very vigorous, you know.
But don't worry, Daisy, we can all meet again next week.
How marvellous to see the parents taking an interest, too, eh? Now, hurry along home and don't forget, I hold a class every week.
Hey-nonny, hey-nonny, hey-nonny, hey-no! Hey-nonny, hey-nonny, hey-no Hey-nonny, hey-nonny, hey-no! - Lu's mission peaceful.
- Be quiet.
- You never told me we were dealing with a child.
- He's the product of a foreign power's eugenics programme, age is irrelevant.
- It's our duty to investigate.
- You call this an investigation? - The Carla I knew would never have allowed it.
- I have my orders.
And I have my conscience.
That boy has no place here.
The world has changed, Lenny.
You are with us on this, aren't you? - I know where my duty liesyes.
- Good.
The interrogation begins in ten minutes.
I want you there.
'Log activation.
' You are the weakest linkgoodbye! Well, what do we have here? Lenny's teeny-tot spies.
MI9 are now expendable! Follow them! Lenny? Don't worry, I'm on your side! - I just had to keep Carla on board until I knew her plans.
- I knew it! TYRES SCREECH Come on, come on! The stabiliser, you repair! Not quite, I had to use my own instead.
It's only a prototype, though.
- I'm worried it might not - You give me your project? With this you could be famous, make reputation as scientist.
Science is about more than reputations.
Now, hurry! Ha! Headbangers! Good luck, Lu.
I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better.
Maybe one day we meet at science conference.
I hope so.
- I've got this new superconductor I'm working on, you'll love it.
- Rose! I hope he makes it.
- Do I cut the red or the blue?! - I think it's the green.
What?! Stay right there! Ooh! Arrest them! That wouldn't be wise, since the probe is leaving our airspace approximately.
now.
And according to MI9 rules on agency precedents, clause 8 subsection 9, - Air-One no longer has jurisdiction over me or my team.
- So clear off.
You've gone soft, Lenny.
Been hanging around these kids too long.
We're the ones who achieved our objectives, not you.
Trust might be a two-way street, but it's knowing right from wrong that speeds us down life's motorway.
Oh, chill out, Unc.
I might've lost the probe thing, but at least I got to meet Agent Stewart.
'Who? I don't remember any Stewart on the files.
' Who? What do you mean, who? Only the best agent SKUL ever had.
Heaven help us, I can't take any more of this.
I'm going to spend a week in my holiday bunker beneath the Indian Ocean.
- Could I be in charge till you get back? - 'Certainly not, 'General Flopsy will cover.
I need someone with a brain.
' No more secrets between us, eh? But we're spies - isn't keeping secrets what we do? - But not from each other.
- Daisy was right - for once.
WellI shouldn't have been mean about your boyfriend.
He was not my Oh! Come on, let's get these pods shifted before some poor dog gets 5,000 volts up his choke chain.
Blain?! It's OK.
You just had a bit of a shock.
Yeah It was so weird.
I thought I saw a UFO, and thenyoudressed as like spies.
Spies? Us? As if!