Future TX (2022) Movie Script
1
Do you choose your destiny?
Or does destiny choose you?
Do we have the power
of our own free will?
Or is choice just an illusion?
Who decides what's right
and what's wrong?
Because if you have the choice
to do as you are told
or save the world...
what would you do?
Dylan! We need you!
Pay-as-you-go
is probably fine.
I know we're the last two
people
in the world to get a phone,
but it doesn't mean
they have to be the lamest.
Dylan, quick!
Sounds like a dadpocalypse.
I better go.
Destiny awaits.
Remember me.
- What's your name again?
- Dylan!
And no monkey business
down the stairs!
Time to evolve, young man.
Wait, there was an improvement
there for a second--
Oh, no. It's gone.
What did I say to you
about those stairs?
But Granny loves it.
Don't you, Granny?
Put down the angina china.
We've got something to tell you.
-You're splitting up.
-What? No!
-I'm adopted?
-Is he? You never said.
Maybe we could give him back.
Listen. Dylan.
Things are good right now
with work. With everything.
-But...
-But?
How would you feel
if we had to move?
- Move house?
- Mm-hmm.
-Where?
-Dubai.
Dubai in Yorkshire
or Dubai in the Arab Emirates?
-Is there a Dubai in Yorkshire--
-There isn't.
Says you.
Listen. The point is,
we might be moving to Dubai.
And we wanted to check
with you first.
- To see if it's okay.
- Yeah.
Well, actually--
Actually,
we're just being polite.
Thing is, we're moving.
Is this good-cop-
slightly-mediocre-cop?
And we're going in two weeks.
There is no good cop, is there?
Look. We know this is gonna be a
big change.
But it will be good for you,
for us.
Yeah!
Life's about trusting
your instincts,
creating your own path.
But my instincts say, stay here.
Oh, this is way too much
emotional stress.
Wait.
You said I could get
a mobile phone.
Can I have a really
expensive one?
He said what?
I could have any phone
I wanted.
It sounds like a trap.
What do they want from you.
Well...
-actually, uh--
-What is it?
The washing up?
Dancercise!
Hold on.
It's not dancercise with them.
Nothing honestly.
Homework, study.
Try harder at cricket.
But I have this!
Come on. Let's do some damage.
Wait.
Do that Dancercise thing again.
No! That never happened.
How did it go? Oh, like this?
Or this?
You wrote down the PIN?
No one's watching.
No one's gonna jump me.
I am.
What?
I didn't put the pin in yet.
I think it likes you.
"Transaction canceled.
Your account
has not been debited."
Free money! How much?
Seven hundred and thirty quid.
Now that allows
for some proper damage.
You can buy me one, too .
-Says you.
-Says me.
Time and speed.
Close.
Everything's close,
and yet far apart
at the same time.
No, yes. Of course, it is.
Oh! Young love!
-No, we're not.
-Maybe your sister.
-Uh-uh.
-Cousin.
-Nope!
-German exchange student.
Nein.
Then perhaps your friend...
would like to view
our special phones.
Lead the way, my good man.
Nice design, used only once,
so a very special price.
Top brand. Running the latest,
most sophisticated,
gorgeous software.
Unbelievable--
Forget those.
They're a couple
of spicy meatballs. Unbranded.
Muy picante.
I've got the latest range
over here.
Well, I've got
the latest range right here.
Hit me.
Oh, um, I'm gonna be needing
a receipt.
If you must,
in exchange for some basic
personal details
quid pro quo, GDPR, FYI.
TCCs apply.
Sale of a century!
Two spicy meatballs
for the price of one.
I think my meatball's ringing.
Holy moly!
Stupid refurbished phones.
Open it!
- Open it!
- I can't hear you.
Should we... Dylan! Wait up!
We've been burned.
Don't you wanna take them back?
Mine's bootin' up.
Try hitting the power
and the home button.
-Holier molier!
-Should we answer?
Together?
-Hello?
-Granny?
If that's the creepy
shop assistant--
Shh, shh, shh!
Hell--
Listen very carefully.
We don't have much time.
No, you don't have much time.
We're hanging up.
Dylan, Molly. Listen to me.
Who is this?
All that matters
is that you do what I say.
Why would we do that?
Because the world depends on it.
I'm calling from the future.
Come on. Let's go.
Sounded like Barry
putting on a voice.
Who's Barry?
Barry.
The Bazeroo. The Bazmeister.
The Bazmanian Devil.
The Bazzer Claus.
Barry Barrington.
He's always trying to do this.
Oh, Barry Wetnose!
Nah. He can barely operate
one phone at once.
And how would he know
our numbers?
So, who knows our names
and our numbers?
It's gotta be a prank,
or a scam.
- But if we--
- Or malware.
But if we charge them up,
we'll find out more.
Greetings, Lady Slide!
Good day to you,
Lord Dylan of Wrench.
And prey, what devilry
is amok today? Hmm?
- Your sweat, that's what.
- That's--
Fear not, dear princess, hmm?
Now that I have completed
my arobicus routine-us,
I shall cleanse myself
forthwith! Ciao!
Nothing.
It needs a bit of juice first.
Watch out. I might have sweated
in that juice.
Mum! MYOB!
But your business doth be mine,
my sweet.
What's "Future TX"?
Probably 40 quid a month.
I am changing the SIM.
All right, then. Speak.
I'm calling from the year 2048.
Yeah, right.
Your names
are Molly Abigail Slide.
-Dylan Bertie Wrench.
-Bertie?
-After my gran.
-What do you want?
We need you to locate a device.
Can't you travel back in time
with all your future gizmos?
We're busy.
Physical time travel
isn't feasible.
Only data transmission
is possible.
What year did you say
you were calling from again?
2048.
Oh, yeah? Prove it.
I will.
Not by something I say.
It is something you do.
I am confident
you will think of something.
- Hold on.
- I know something we can do.
Two words. Time capsule.
Future dude can dig it up.
Mr. Piggles?
- You choose again.
- I won't even look this time.
Super secure.
Look at your hair.
Totally rocking the hairdo.
-Says you.
-Says me.
Dig it.
-Poor Mr. Piggles.
-He was a good pig.
So...
have you ever heard
of a place called Dubai--
I've got it.
Oh, yeah? Got what?
A deposit box.
There's a photograph,
ripped in half.
A child with bad hair.
- There's a toy.
- A bear or a pig.
And a badge.
"Strange." Very apt.
There's also a tennis ball
with what looks
like a hand-drawn emoticon.
Okay. You've got our attention.
How are you doing this?
Your devices are enabled
with quantum
entangled particles.
This allows for short periods
of one-way communication.
-It is called Future TX.
-One-way?
Does that mean you can call us
but we can't call you?
Correct.
But we're having
a conversation.
No.
I'm listening to recordings
you're making into your phones
right now.
I'm sending
my signal response back.
These communications
can only be sent
to and from the same phones,
the original source device.
So, you're speaking
into the very same phones as us?
Yes.
We're not sure how reliable
the system communication
will be.
But who owns the phones?
Where did they come from?
You're the earliest
registered owners.
We can't trace the phones
any farther back.
What we do know is this
is all part of the causal loop.
This guy's a real fruit loop.
Proper stranger danger.
If our loop
is to remain consistent,
then certain events
have to occur.
You said something
about finding a device before.
We need you to locate the
source of a rogue botnet,
so that we can disable it.
It's imperative
you accept the task,
but you must not tell anyone
about these phones.
And lo, the passing of the sun
is near, my sweets.
But the sun never sets
in my heart
knowing
there is always tomorrow.
Oh, my brave knight.
Oh, thank you!
Say your farewells, my sweet.
Finely prepared nourishment
doth await.
-Feel, gob-- Come.
-Two minutes, mum!
Yeah, now. Come on.
My access with you is limited.
Our communication is pre-set.
But I show you more
via virtual reality headsets,
which, according to our data,
you obtain by tomorrow.
What you doing?
It's all just a stupid game.
Checks out so far.
No, it doesn't.
See, Future TX said the photo
was ripped.
Give me this right here.
I think
we'll get some VR headsets.
Did that all come
with your new phone?
It's got quantum entangled
particles.
Oh. Sounds fancy.
It receives messages
from the future.
They've got an app
for everything these days.
Just be careful.
You up?
Did you get the headsets?
Yeah, but nothing doing.
At least not yet.
I did just get this weird call.
Someone saying, "Be careful."
I don't think it was Future TX.
Hmm, more stranger danger.
Can't be any worse
than you going to Dubai, though.
Oh, I... How did--
Your dad told my mom.
They only told me this morning.
I was gonna... Oh, it sucks.
Dubai might not be so bad.
They've got robot jockeys
on camels.
Robot camels?
Real camels. Robot jockeys!
They go really fast.
But I leave in, like,
two weeks.
We better sort out the future
quickly then.
But it's too late
to meet up now.
We've got double PE
first thing.
We could sneak off
in our normal clothes.
Follow up what little info
we already have.
No one's gonna miss us.
Physical education
is an important part
of a student's well being.
Hey, just doing my bit
for the casual loop.
Causal loop.
As in, cause and effect.
That's what I said.
That's what I made you say!
What about your school uniform?
It's dress-down Friday!
Hold on. It's Tuesday.
What can I say?
The education system's
not what it used to be.
Maybe we are being scammed.
Maybe. Come on.
I'm sending a VR file now.
Hold on. This is just my street.
Yeah. I see the same.
This is your street now.
Whoa! Steady on.
But this is your street
in the future.
What future? When?
Are my mum and dad okay?
Do we go to Dubai?
The fate of your parents
is unknown.
But societal breakdown
tears families apart.
Who's doin' this?
What... what happened?
Over the next few years,
your society moves swiftly
from the digital age
to the quantum age.
Quantum computing allows us
to code
- in a completely new way.
- Look.
The quantum matrix's grown.
It transforms society.
- Whoa!
- Dylan!
Artificial intelligence
monitors our facilities
and services.
But the AI has been infiltrated,
corrupted by a botnet.
- Whoa, look! Up there.
- Is that... is that real?
Whoa!
Can't you fix it?
Not now. It is too strong.
But it activates in your area,
in your present day.
If you get its password,
we will be able to disable it.
But where?
How do we find a botnet?
I'm sending you coordinates
to where we think it's located.
The future looks bleak.
Maybe it means
you don't go to Dubai.
Yeah.
But... what happens instead?
Only one way to find out.
I don't think
we're in the right place.
It's close,
but the coordinates say...
Dylan!
Come on!
Never mind the coordinates.
It's gotta be this place.
Yes?
- Hi, I'm Dylan.
- This is Frau Helga.
She's my German
exchange student.
And she's here to survey
your botnets.
- Barbara? Is that you?
- Barbara?
Oh! Come on in!
Oh. It's so nice
you've come to see me.
And you've brought a friend.
Um, yeah. This is Dylan.
I told you all about him,
remember?
Ah, yes, yes. Come on in, dear.
Don't be shy.
Mi casa es su casa.
Well, in that casa...
Sit on down.
I'll make you some tea, Bob.
And you, too, Dobbin.
Let's have a quick look around
while she's pleased to see us.
What are we looking for again?
A botnet.
It's like a network
of computers...
that's controlled by someone.
So, I guess we're looking for...
a sort of computery thing.
It wouldn't surprise me
if Mrs. Batstick
had a bat cave or something.
Good thinkin'.
I was joking.
I'll take a look upstairs.
Oh, Dylan loves a ginger
bickie, don't you, Dylan?
Here we are now.
Now then, Barbara.
It's so long since you came.
Let me take a good look at you.
-You're not--
-You're not Mrs. Batstick!
-What?
-What?
Keep up, Barb!
Hey, not so fast!
Nice hair dryer, mate!
Oh.
Barbara!
Next time Future TX phones,
we should quiz this more.
Get as much detail as we can.
Hey. Try calling me.
Don't answer.
Don't wanna waste my credit.
That old tramp.
The guy with the hair dryer.
Maybe he has the botnet?
- He looked well dodgy.
- Exactly.
What if Mrs. Batstick sees us?
She can barely see
past her own face.
So, did you see where he went?
Hello?
A little help, please.
Didn't Future TX say that
our part of the conversation
was recorded?
Maybe we should make
a recording now.
Hi, it's us.
You know, the girl
with the weird hair
and her best friend.
We're at the location.
What should we do now?
I know what we should do.
A stakeout? Really?
This may be a waiting game.
What's that for?
In case of movement.
Watch out
for that big, hairy spider
that's crawling up your leg.
All good.
Stop distracting me.
We're trying to focus here.
Time just flies by,
but the future's always
far away.
- You snore.
- Do not.
Our data has changed.
Did you follow
the coordinates exactly?
Yes, 100 percent!
We accessed a message
from Molly
requesting what action to take.
That was, like, two hours ago.
- If you record a message,
- I don't know when to access it.
That is why the phone calls
are the most efficient
mode of communication.
They are quantum tied--
System recalibrating.
I thought you said
our communication was pre-set.
The botnet is active,
creating changes
in our causal loop.
Everything relies on the data.
How do we know
we can trust your data?
It's the data you provide.
At least tell us
what we should do
about the shed guy.
His name is Foley.
- Are you sure he's important?
- He looks a bit crazy.
Monitor his movements.
Is that it?
That is the only data you have?
- Yes.
- Then why are you phoning?
Moral support.
Nice guy, real team player.
Helpful.
Must sent him a thank-you card.
I'll bury it in my garden.
Monitoring his movements
isn't getting any data.
We should just go talk to him.
Dylan-style.
Spider!
Oh, yeah. That's so Dylan-style.
Hello?
It's a general rule that title
by adverse possession
cannot be acquired
as to public property.
QED, this is... this is my
gaff.
Get your own.
Sorry. Um, sir,
we were wondering
if we could talk to you
for a moment.
Oh, go away!
Sir!
Did you knock over
my stuff before?
Or will you?
No, we didn't knock anything.
Knock, knock!
Engine knock theory.
Ping. Detonation. Boom!
We're here
because of the botnet.
Oh, great. Subtle.
Um, sir, Mr. Foley--
- What did you call me?
- Foley!
Hey!
Who are you?
-She's Molly.
-He's Dylan.
Dolly and Mylan. I got that.
Mr. Foley, we thought--
No. I'm not a mister anymore.
I... I used to be in the past.
In the past.
It's funny, isn't it?
The past is something
you can... you can feel,
but you can never touch.
Nice, deep.
Whereas the future...
the future hides its secrets
in plain sight.
Hey, that tickles.
Critical impact.
Now, what... what is that?
It's happening
in three days's time.
And I will be there.
Will I be there? Three days.
Not much time.
Never enough time.
Mr. Foley, this computer--
Foley?
Who told you my name was Foley?
We just want your computer.
Nice hair dryer, mate!
Well, at least I've got hair
that's still in fashion.
Uh, you startled me.
But I had a comeback line.
-And that was it.
-Good one.
Nice gag. Top lols.
Now, we're all joke buddies,
how about that computer then?
Well, that is an original G4.
That's retro, vintage,
and yours for 100 quid.
All right, 50 quid.
That's as low as I can go.
Thirty quid.
That is my final offer.
Two pound, 20?
-I've got five pounds, 65.
-That'll do. That'll do.
You can owe me the rest.
Here we are!
It's all yours.
Oh. What's the password?
No password.
No worries.
Well, thank you, Mr. Foley--
Thanks. Just thanks.
You owe me 22 pounds, 15.
Don't forget.
Don't forget!
Twenty-two pounds, 15
for my computer, couple of kids.
Dolly and Mylan.
And they kept calling me Foley.
Foley.
That's me.
Oh! Who...
-Oh! Help me carry it.
-You're doing great.
It is so heavy. Come on.
- No!
- Go, go, go!
Wait!
Come back! That is not a...
Hold up for a sec.
Is he chasing us?
I can't see him.
Oh, we've lost him.
The weight of the future
is heavy indeed.
Foley sounded a bit like
Mr. Future TX himself to me.
Maybe. He did sound a bit nuts.
-Check we ditched him.
-You check.
No sign of Fol...
Dylan!
Oh!
Hello, little fella!
Whoa!
Right, drop the computer.
-What?
-Leave it!
Now, hop it, doofus!
Do you think
Foley sent the drones?
Did you see that?
There was something
in those darts.
Which way, Molly?
This leads
to the cricket pitch.
Barry!
- Who?
- Wetnose!
Oi, give us that!
Cheers, Barry.
Yeah. Nice one, Wetnose.
Well, that's just not cricket.
Scarper!
Hurry!
Whoa!
-Hey!
-Sorry! Just passing through.
Go, go!
There's the door!
Why are the drones
still chasing us?
Far up there, another one!
Split up!
You go in the house,
I'll go in caravan.
Quick, Molly! It's closing in!
Hurry! Hurry!
- Nice moves.
- Come on, let's go.
How did you get away?
Turns out,
they're easily tricked.
Maybe we should get
one of those drones.
Take it apart.
Maybe we should leave it.
Did you get the botnet?
We're fine. Thanks.
Leave it somewhere I can find
like your time capsule.
Slight problem.
We lost it again.
System recalibrating.
Who are these guys?
Do they have the botnet?
Well... we think so.
Then you must act fast.
Access the password.
Fix the system.
What about them?
What do they want?
Control.
What's the difference
between fixing the system
and having control.
Whichever side you're on.
According to our data,
everything leads
to something known
as critical impact.
We assume that's when the
botnet takes control.
License plate. Nice one.
-What do we do with it?
-Check online. The DVLA.
It says it's a blue van.
Not much else.
Nothing to go on anyway.
I don't like this.
They're here. The kids.
The kids are in danger.
Safe. I've got to keep
the kids safe!
The phones and the kids!
I have got to protect them.
Drone! Got you.
This isn't the time for jokes.
We nearly got killed.
Ah, it wasn't that bad.
What's wrong with you?
All right, Miss Serious.
Lighten up a bit.
But this is serious.
- Like, duh!
- Oh, my God!
You're so frustrating!
Molly!
Molly!
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Yeah, I certainly will.
Thanks for the call.
Bye.
Oh, stupid computer.
Nothing works!
Dylan went AWOL.
- Say again.
- From school.
Hey, not so fast, young man.
Have a good day at school?
Look, I... I can explain.
There's this guy.
He calls me from the future.
Says he needs our help.
Says we need to find a password
for a botnet.
Otherwise,
the future's in big trouble.
But now, they're onto us.
Honestly, Dylan, you're making
it worse for yourself.
-Hand it over.
-But, Dad--
No. No buts.
I'm confiscating it
until further notice.
We leave for Dubai in a week.
You said two weeks.
What can I say?
It's all systems go.
No, it isn't.
I'm not going to Dubai.
I'm not going anywhere.
You can go to your room.
What?
All right! All right!
I'm doing it!
- New data.
- Shh! It's late.
New data. Critical impact.
What are you talking about?
Hello?
No. That would be foolish.
Stick to your current
line of action.
"Line of action"?
Hey, you. Methinks
bed time doth call.
Enough with the naff routine,
mum.
Oh, but you know I love it.
It harks back
to my am-dram days.
Hmm. What could have been.
The lights, the stage.
Hey, everything all right?
-Oh.
-The future sucks.
I don't know what to do.
-Oh. Dylan and Dubai?
-Everything.
Well, you know what?
What will be, will be. Hmm?
Doesn't mean
you can't have some fun.
-What do you mean?
-Oh.
Live in the moments you have,
not in the moments you'll miss.
Oh mum, please.
You speak like a fortune cookie.
- What should I do?
- Molly!
Oh, I love you! Hmm?
You're always gonna be
my wibbly, scribbly,
scrumptious little schmoll
moll. But, ugh!
You really need to take
that stick from out your butt.
Okay, people. Have a great day.
Miss me. And, you...
no monkey business.
- You ready?
- For what?
School.
I'll take you personally.
What's the point?
We're leaving.
Behavior has consequences.
This is it.
The future's going down the pan.
The causal loop is breaking.
You have to regain control.
Easy for you to say.
Imperative critical impact.
When is this big
critical impact? What is it?
Tomorrow. Critical impact.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow? I can't do that.
We can't do that.
You can. You will. You must.
- There you are.
- You've marked your territory.
- Come on.
- Where?
- Back to inception.
- What? What do you mean--
The mobile phone shop.
This isn't like you.
You're not usually this risky.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Future TX said that critical
impact is tomorrow.
If we don't watch out,
then the botnet wins.
We should take this
more seriously.
We don't know what we're doing.
I didn't take this seriously
before.
But now, it's real,
and... and I don't know
how to save the world.
I know it's real.
It's too real.
Everything.
And I can't do this
by myself either.
And you're leaving, remember?
To become a stupid
robot jockey in Dubai.
I'm leaving even earlier now.
Next week. It's out of my hands.
Let's live in the moments
we have,
not in the moments we'll miss.
What?
What I mean is,
there are so many things
out of control.
The one thing we can control
is ourselves.
That's it. Ourselves!
What if I dialed my own number?
What if we spoke to ourselves?
Future TX said
that communication
can only be sent to and from
the original source device.
Hold up. You're calling yourself
in the past?
-Someone's answered.
-Is it you?
I don't know.
They're not saying anything.
Just be careful.
Just be careful.
"Just be careful"?
That's what I said to... to--
he said to me two days ago.
Or what I said to him just now.
Aw, my head hurts.
Right, your turn.
But I didn't.
I mean, why would I want
to call myself?
I hate my voice. It's lame.
Hold on.
If I don't call myself
in the past,
does that mean
I could change the future?
We need answers.
Let's find
creepy shop assistant.
Let me go now, please!
Wait. Let me look.
I haven't done anything.
The master of disguise.
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Psst! Monkey boy!
Yeah you, Planet of the Apes.
Have you got one of those
phones from the future?
'Cause I have one, too.
Tempus fugit.
Wait here.
Listen here.
What did you say
your name was again?
Dominic Santiago.
But you can call me...
The Black Wheel.
Street artist extraordinaire.
Don't worry. It's safe in here.
They won't find us.
- Who?
- Well, anyone, everyone.
We're being tracked on cameras,
phones, transactions.
Don't worry.
I've earthed the place.
My cousin Leroy helped me.
Simple Faraday cage. No signals.
I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.
See, no signal.
So, where did you get
your phone?
I was on the streets,
finishing a new original piece
- when I was spotted by a fan.
- Barbara!
Barbara!
So, I made a smooth getaway.
- But then I saw it.
- Strange lights.
Had to check it out.
Had to get out of there fast.
Oh! What?
I kept one for myself
and gave the other two
to a mate of Leroy's,
guaranteeing their safety.
Well, you know what happens
when you have one
of those phones for a while.
Hello?
What did Future TX tell you?
To look out for you two.
That you'll be messing things
up
looking for the botnet.
Thanks a lot.
Well, everything else
he's said so far has been true.
I mean, you do look
like a couple of noobs.
Ever get the feeling
you're being played?
That's exactly what Future TX
said you'd say.
Do you know who Future TX is?
No. But the phones use some
kind
of quantum particles to work.
-Quantum entanglement.
-Exactly.
And get this, there's a company
called QuantaCrypt
and a guy called Foley,
who made, or will make
some sort of breakthrough.
-Yes. We know him.
-Did you get his password?
Apparently, that's the key
to the botnet.
No.
We had to drop the computer.
-What computer?
-Foley's.
-You mean he still has it?
-Has what?
His phone.
We don't know anything
about his phone.
That's the source of the botnet.
Or at least it will be.
He invented it.
And programmed it to spread
to any device it can find.
We have to go back to Foley's.
What about QuantaCrypt ?
Do you think
they're the ones chasing us?
The dodgy van, the drones.
She's right.
We should go back to Foley's.
Leave your stuff there.
"She"? Who's "she"?
Future TX.
The woman that calls me
from the future.
What has she told you?
Our guy barely tells us
anything.
Do you trust her?
Do you trust your Future TX?
Isn't it fun finding out?
New number.
Mine's not ringing. Who is it?
- It doesn't say.
- Answer it.
Hello?
Hello?
Have...
have you...
Have we what?
Have we found the botnet?
Have you been in an accident
that wasn't your fault?
You should have seen
the look on your faces.
It's not funny!
Oh, the botnet. The botnet.
My big fat botnet!
It's not funny!
You noobs!
...The Black Wheel!
What's happened here?
- Where's Foley?
- Right here.
Whoa! Extreme makeover.
Thank you, Dominic.
I'll take it from here.
I'm Foley. Francis Foley.
Pleased to meet you.
The Foley that you've met
is my brother. Ben Foley.
Brothers? Twins?
What was that expression
you used, Dominic,
"A couple of noobs"?
Now, I'm starting
to feel played.
The times is really short now.
So, if you come with us...
You've got the wrong kids.
She's Barbara.
And I'm the famous Barry.
My friends call me Wetnose.
You're going
to have to trust me.
Whoa! Drones!
I'll have one of them.
We're doing this
for your own safety.
You don't have to hurt them.
- There's no answer.
- The causal loop is broken.
Good. Good. Good.
Dylan.
-I'm scared. Dylan?
-Yeah. I'm... I'm here.
I'm scared, too.
But at least we're together.
Shh, shh, shh.
Someone's coming.
Pretend to be asleep.
I'm sorry about these syringes.
A harmless sleeping serum.
And the binds,
just a simple safety precaution.
To keep who safe?
You? From us?
To keep the future safe.
You two are a little
unpredictable right now.
You've broken the loop.
But I really only need to know
one thing.
Where is he?
Who?
-Help us out a little.
-Oh, no! No!
Here, here!
We don't know
where he is, okay?
Critical impact.
Stay mobile. Stay mobile.
And you showed up.
Now, listen.
My brother isn't very well.
He was the one who invented
this Future TX
technology.
We both did, right here.
But the work took its toll
most heavily on him.
He couldn't grasp the potential
of this devices.
A hotline from the future
to the past.
And all I want to do
is protect him and the future.
I would keep everything safe.
So, you want to stop the botnet?
I'm afraid the botnet--
it can't be stopped.
It can perhaps be controlled.
The future is on a knife edge,
and my brother holds the key.
And you two...
You've just been
on the wrong side all this time.
Well...
you've got to understand
that it really doesn't matter
whether you believe me or not.
Right now, I separate you.
What? You mean split us up?
It's just how it happens.
I'm not going anywhere
without Molly!
- Dylan!
- Molly!
Welcome to QuantaCrypt, Dylan.
If you've never been around
a major scientific discovery
that will change mankind,
this is what it looks like.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Don't worry.
Perhaps you don't understand
the real significance
of all this.
Neither did my brother.
Luckily, I do.
Oi, Dominic Santiago! Up yours--
Get some rest.
I'll be back soon.
What happens now?
We put our faith in the future.
Come along, Dominic!
Let's get that phone of yours
back to the lab.
Well, actually, first,
I thought we might--
Talk about what we do next.
That's right.
Actually...
-...I need the toilet.
-Oh, well, if you must.
I assume you can handle
yourself from here.
I'll take that
back to the lab myself.
Come on, think, think.
Creepy shop assistant
sells us these phones.
Future TX calls us
and gets us involved.
We check out and it leads us
straight to Mad Foley.
Then the Dominic doublecross
leads us
straight to Handsome Foley.
The people in the future knew
it would play out like this.
Because if it didn't...
then they wouldn't be able
to call us.
Because they wouldn't have
the phones.
Which means...
we've been puppets all along.
Which means...
you're stuck... idiot.
Lift me up.
No way, Jose.
Look. I'm sorry, okay?
Foley told me
you were the bad guys.
And Future TX-- my Future TX
didn't tell me the whole story.
And I don't like
being pushed around.
Is the wheelchair a scam, too?
- Hey. I crawled to get here.
- Don't make me regret it
We need to find Molly.
Do you know where she is?
I think so.
All right. Go back. Go back.
Hold on a sec.
Tere's a sharp edge here.
Get these ties off.
There we go.
Giddy up.
You crawled all the way here?
- I heard you talking earlier.
- It was very nice, emotional.
But I get what you mean.
We've been puppets.
Don't worry. I've got your back.
Well, not really. Hold up!
How do I know you're not just
leading me back to Foley again?
Why would I go through
all of that effort?
-Well, how can I trust you?
-How can I trust you?
What if this is all just one,
big joke,
and you're all in on it?
The only thing
that matters right now
is getting Molly.
So, get a move on.
It comes with a curse.
We're moving together,
have a few laughs.
Did you come this way before?
Um, no.
-Better out than in.
- Oh, shoot!
- We need to get Molly.
We can't just
wheel back in there.
Hmm.
We need some equipment.
Well, a wheelchair
will be kind of useful.
There!
You sure
we can't be traced here?
I told you...
Faraday cage.
No signals.
Don't worry about it.
But how did you end up
working with QuantaCrypt?
They found me online.
They said they'd turn me in
for nicking their phones
and being The Black Wheel.
Unless I helped them find
all three phones
and get them back.
But with my legs
and my spinal injury,
there's not a cure
at the moment.
But Foley said there could be.
Gene therapy they call it.
I'd like to know
what the future holds.
And everything Foley said
with the phones
and the future has come true.
But now...
Now?
I don't like being played.
The Black Wheel rides again!
There's your wheelchair.
Yes!
We're on the right track then.
Go, go!
All right. New future.
And have some confrontation
with you, I can tell back!
Okay.
When the security geezer
comes out, we'll rush it.
What are you doing?
Closest thing
I have to a weapon.
-You ready?
-What? No!
You scared, Black Wheel?
No. Thought we could be doing
better.
- Black Wheel strikes back!
- You ready?
- Three...
- Two...
One.
Whoa!
I mean, we came to save you.
What as? Baboon Bertie
and Stupid Stocking Face?
It's okay. We can trust him.
He's been played just like us.
Do you still
have your Future TX phone?
-No. Foley took it from me.
-You know where they are?
Password. Password.
Oh.
Why were they asking
about that?
Is it to do
with critical impact?
Let's just grab them and go.
-It's all a bit easy.
-What?
This!
Us! Escaping, getting Molly.
Grabbing the phones.
-Speak for yourself.
-Yeah, but...
no one's tried to stop us.
Knocking someone out
with a tray.
-Does that even work?
-Felt like it did.
It's all part
of what's supposed to happen.
At this point, who cares?
See! Not that easy!
- The phones, they're booting
up.
- You don't have to worry,
- Mr. Foley.
It's not Foley. It's us.
Of course. Regrettable.
But the children did their best.
It's us, Dylan and Molly.
- Critical impact.
- Everything changes.
-What's happening?
-Causal loop, it's broken.
Yes, I am the botnet.
But we can control
the future together
now that the phones are safe.
What's it saying?
Future TX is the botnet.
I couldn't risk
all of my work being undone.
I... I... I-- Critical impact.
Critical impact.
Critical impact.
We can still stop the botnet.
Prevent critical impact.
Crazy Foley said he'd be there
then it happened.
Let's go find him then.
Critical impact.
Which way?
Future TX says, "Go right."
Wait. Now, she says,
"Turn left."
Where are the kids?
Straight ahead.
Do our own thing, our own way.
Hold on. Hold on.
Critical impact
must be something
that changes everything.
Oh no, girl.
Come on! We can do this.
An event that alters the future.
Keep moving!
This is it.
It's about to happen.
Forward, forward.
No. Molly, wait!
No!
You... she... she just... Oh!
Molly. Molly?
It doesn't happen like this,
does it?
Critical impact.
Ambulance. Please. Coastguard.
Anyone, everyone!
Heartbeat.
That's good. That's good.
Yes! Yes!
A non-critical impact
this has been.
-Foley, your phone.
-My phone?
Give me the password.
We have to change this!
The past, the future,
everything!
I'll take that.
You could help...
help this girl.
That's all technology
was ever meant to do.
-To help people.
-Maybe in the past.
But now, it can do
so much more than that.
More
than you could have foreseen.
You got left behind, Ben.
Come on, Dominic.
-You're with me.
-No.
I'm not being pushed around
anymore.
The future is on the line.
This couldn't have worked out
better.
I think you'll all agree.
- Uh-uh. Incorrect.
- You've been played.
Who is this?
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four...
What's going on?
Oh, you'll find out
in three, two, one.
What?
Turn around now.
I see. Of course.
I... I think
you better take this.
Hello?
Dylan. Listen very carefully.
Right now,
there's a young girl injured
on the ground.
I know you're scared.
But she's going to be okay.
What about the botnet?
- Thanks to critical impact,
- Foley, the nice Foley,
makes a breakthrough
with the botnet.
He's able to salvage
all the damage it did.
The future's safe.
You saved us.
How?
QuantaCrypt Foley said
he was trying to create
his own version
of the causal loop.
So, we had to give him
false information
and try to help you instead,
to make sure things
happened the way they should
right up to critical impact.
But we didn't know what it was
or what it meant.
Now, we do.
It's you and Molly.
But what about us?
What about the future?
Let's just say robot camels
are waiting for you
in Yorkshire.
And there's a bigger future
ahead for the both of us.
- Says you.
- Says me.
- Molly?
- I'll go now.
I never did like the sound
of my own voice.
Molly! Molly!
Easy.
I thought I'd lost you.
We did it, Moll.
We won!
I'll take care of all this.
There's no time
like the present!
And no present like the time.
Now, go!
It's time for us to make amends
for our past, my dear brother.
- Do you choose your destiny?
- Or does destiny choose you?
Do we have the power
of our own free will?
Or is choice just an illusion?
Is human behavior
essentially predictable?
Well, only sometimes.
Listen very carefully.
We don't have much time.
Future TX phase one complete.
Initiating phase two
in three...
two, one.
Nelson! Nelson! Nelson!
Do you choose your destiny?
Or does destiny choose you?
Do we have the power
of our own free will?
Or is choice just an illusion?
Who decides what's right
and what's wrong?
Because if you have the choice
to do as you are told
or save the world...
what would you do?
Dylan! We need you!
Pay-as-you-go
is probably fine.
I know we're the last two
people
in the world to get a phone,
but it doesn't mean
they have to be the lamest.
Dylan, quick!
Sounds like a dadpocalypse.
I better go.
Destiny awaits.
Remember me.
- What's your name again?
- Dylan!
And no monkey business
down the stairs!
Time to evolve, young man.
Wait, there was an improvement
there for a second--
Oh, no. It's gone.
What did I say to you
about those stairs?
But Granny loves it.
Don't you, Granny?
Put down the angina china.
We've got something to tell you.
-You're splitting up.
-What? No!
-I'm adopted?
-Is he? You never said.
Maybe we could give him back.
Listen. Dylan.
Things are good right now
with work. With everything.
-But...
-But?
How would you feel
if we had to move?
- Move house?
- Mm-hmm.
-Where?
-Dubai.
Dubai in Yorkshire
or Dubai in the Arab Emirates?
-Is there a Dubai in Yorkshire--
-There isn't.
Says you.
Listen. The point is,
we might be moving to Dubai.
And we wanted to check
with you first.
- To see if it's okay.
- Yeah.
Well, actually--
Actually,
we're just being polite.
Thing is, we're moving.
Is this good-cop-
slightly-mediocre-cop?
And we're going in two weeks.
There is no good cop, is there?
Look. We know this is gonna be a
big change.
But it will be good for you,
for us.
Yeah!
Life's about trusting
your instincts,
creating your own path.
But my instincts say, stay here.
Oh, this is way too much
emotional stress.
Wait.
You said I could get
a mobile phone.
Can I have a really
expensive one?
He said what?
I could have any phone
I wanted.
It sounds like a trap.
What do they want from you.
Well...
-actually, uh--
-What is it?
The washing up?
Dancercise!
Hold on.
It's not dancercise with them.
Nothing honestly.
Homework, study.
Try harder at cricket.
But I have this!
Come on. Let's do some damage.
Wait.
Do that Dancercise thing again.
No! That never happened.
How did it go? Oh, like this?
Or this?
You wrote down the PIN?
No one's watching.
No one's gonna jump me.
I am.
What?
I didn't put the pin in yet.
I think it likes you.
"Transaction canceled.
Your account
has not been debited."
Free money! How much?
Seven hundred and thirty quid.
Now that allows
for some proper damage.
You can buy me one, too .
-Says you.
-Says me.
Time and speed.
Close.
Everything's close,
and yet far apart
at the same time.
No, yes. Of course, it is.
Oh! Young love!
-No, we're not.
-Maybe your sister.
-Uh-uh.
-Cousin.
-Nope!
-German exchange student.
Nein.
Then perhaps your friend...
would like to view
our special phones.
Lead the way, my good man.
Nice design, used only once,
so a very special price.
Top brand. Running the latest,
most sophisticated,
gorgeous software.
Unbelievable--
Forget those.
They're a couple
of spicy meatballs. Unbranded.
Muy picante.
I've got the latest range
over here.
Well, I've got
the latest range right here.
Hit me.
Oh, um, I'm gonna be needing
a receipt.
If you must,
in exchange for some basic
personal details
quid pro quo, GDPR, FYI.
TCCs apply.
Sale of a century!
Two spicy meatballs
for the price of one.
I think my meatball's ringing.
Holy moly!
Stupid refurbished phones.
Open it!
- Open it!
- I can't hear you.
Should we... Dylan! Wait up!
We've been burned.
Don't you wanna take them back?
Mine's bootin' up.
Try hitting the power
and the home button.
-Holier molier!
-Should we answer?
Together?
-Hello?
-Granny?
If that's the creepy
shop assistant--
Shh, shh, shh!
Hell--
Listen very carefully.
We don't have much time.
No, you don't have much time.
We're hanging up.
Dylan, Molly. Listen to me.
Who is this?
All that matters
is that you do what I say.
Why would we do that?
Because the world depends on it.
I'm calling from the future.
Come on. Let's go.
Sounded like Barry
putting on a voice.
Who's Barry?
Barry.
The Bazeroo. The Bazmeister.
The Bazmanian Devil.
The Bazzer Claus.
Barry Barrington.
He's always trying to do this.
Oh, Barry Wetnose!
Nah. He can barely operate
one phone at once.
And how would he know
our numbers?
So, who knows our names
and our numbers?
It's gotta be a prank,
or a scam.
- But if we--
- Or malware.
But if we charge them up,
we'll find out more.
Greetings, Lady Slide!
Good day to you,
Lord Dylan of Wrench.
And prey, what devilry
is amok today? Hmm?
- Your sweat, that's what.
- That's--
Fear not, dear princess, hmm?
Now that I have completed
my arobicus routine-us,
I shall cleanse myself
forthwith! Ciao!
Nothing.
It needs a bit of juice first.
Watch out. I might have sweated
in that juice.
Mum! MYOB!
But your business doth be mine,
my sweet.
What's "Future TX"?
Probably 40 quid a month.
I am changing the SIM.
All right, then. Speak.
I'm calling from the year 2048.
Yeah, right.
Your names
are Molly Abigail Slide.
-Dylan Bertie Wrench.
-Bertie?
-After my gran.
-What do you want?
We need you to locate a device.
Can't you travel back in time
with all your future gizmos?
We're busy.
Physical time travel
isn't feasible.
Only data transmission
is possible.
What year did you say
you were calling from again?
2048.
Oh, yeah? Prove it.
I will.
Not by something I say.
It is something you do.
I am confident
you will think of something.
- Hold on.
- I know something we can do.
Two words. Time capsule.
Future dude can dig it up.
Mr. Piggles?
- You choose again.
- I won't even look this time.
Super secure.
Look at your hair.
Totally rocking the hairdo.
-Says you.
-Says me.
Dig it.
-Poor Mr. Piggles.
-He was a good pig.
So...
have you ever heard
of a place called Dubai--
I've got it.
Oh, yeah? Got what?
A deposit box.
There's a photograph,
ripped in half.
A child with bad hair.
- There's a toy.
- A bear or a pig.
And a badge.
"Strange." Very apt.
There's also a tennis ball
with what looks
like a hand-drawn emoticon.
Okay. You've got our attention.
How are you doing this?
Your devices are enabled
with quantum
entangled particles.
This allows for short periods
of one-way communication.
-It is called Future TX.
-One-way?
Does that mean you can call us
but we can't call you?
Correct.
But we're having
a conversation.
No.
I'm listening to recordings
you're making into your phones
right now.
I'm sending
my signal response back.
These communications
can only be sent
to and from the same phones,
the original source device.
So, you're speaking
into the very same phones as us?
Yes.
We're not sure how reliable
the system communication
will be.
But who owns the phones?
Where did they come from?
You're the earliest
registered owners.
We can't trace the phones
any farther back.
What we do know is this
is all part of the causal loop.
This guy's a real fruit loop.
Proper stranger danger.
If our loop
is to remain consistent,
then certain events
have to occur.
You said something
about finding a device before.
We need you to locate the
source of a rogue botnet,
so that we can disable it.
It's imperative
you accept the task,
but you must not tell anyone
about these phones.
And lo, the passing of the sun
is near, my sweets.
But the sun never sets
in my heart
knowing
there is always tomorrow.
Oh, my brave knight.
Oh, thank you!
Say your farewells, my sweet.
Finely prepared nourishment
doth await.
-Feel, gob-- Come.
-Two minutes, mum!
Yeah, now. Come on.
My access with you is limited.
Our communication is pre-set.
But I show you more
via virtual reality headsets,
which, according to our data,
you obtain by tomorrow.
What you doing?
It's all just a stupid game.
Checks out so far.
No, it doesn't.
See, Future TX said the photo
was ripped.
Give me this right here.
I think
we'll get some VR headsets.
Did that all come
with your new phone?
It's got quantum entangled
particles.
Oh. Sounds fancy.
It receives messages
from the future.
They've got an app
for everything these days.
Just be careful.
You up?
Did you get the headsets?
Yeah, but nothing doing.
At least not yet.
I did just get this weird call.
Someone saying, "Be careful."
I don't think it was Future TX.
Hmm, more stranger danger.
Can't be any worse
than you going to Dubai, though.
Oh, I... How did--
Your dad told my mom.
They only told me this morning.
I was gonna... Oh, it sucks.
Dubai might not be so bad.
They've got robot jockeys
on camels.
Robot camels?
Real camels. Robot jockeys!
They go really fast.
But I leave in, like,
two weeks.
We better sort out the future
quickly then.
But it's too late
to meet up now.
We've got double PE
first thing.
We could sneak off
in our normal clothes.
Follow up what little info
we already have.
No one's gonna miss us.
Physical education
is an important part
of a student's well being.
Hey, just doing my bit
for the casual loop.
Causal loop.
As in, cause and effect.
That's what I said.
That's what I made you say!
What about your school uniform?
It's dress-down Friday!
Hold on. It's Tuesday.
What can I say?
The education system's
not what it used to be.
Maybe we are being scammed.
Maybe. Come on.
I'm sending a VR file now.
Hold on. This is just my street.
Yeah. I see the same.
This is your street now.
Whoa! Steady on.
But this is your street
in the future.
What future? When?
Are my mum and dad okay?
Do we go to Dubai?
The fate of your parents
is unknown.
But societal breakdown
tears families apart.
Who's doin' this?
What... what happened?
Over the next few years,
your society moves swiftly
from the digital age
to the quantum age.
Quantum computing allows us
to code
- in a completely new way.
- Look.
The quantum matrix's grown.
It transforms society.
- Whoa!
- Dylan!
Artificial intelligence
monitors our facilities
and services.
But the AI has been infiltrated,
corrupted by a botnet.
- Whoa, look! Up there.
- Is that... is that real?
Whoa!
Can't you fix it?
Not now. It is too strong.
But it activates in your area,
in your present day.
If you get its password,
we will be able to disable it.
But where?
How do we find a botnet?
I'm sending you coordinates
to where we think it's located.
The future looks bleak.
Maybe it means
you don't go to Dubai.
Yeah.
But... what happens instead?
Only one way to find out.
I don't think
we're in the right place.
It's close,
but the coordinates say...
Dylan!
Come on!
Never mind the coordinates.
It's gotta be this place.
Yes?
- Hi, I'm Dylan.
- This is Frau Helga.
She's my German
exchange student.
And she's here to survey
your botnets.
- Barbara? Is that you?
- Barbara?
Oh! Come on in!
Oh. It's so nice
you've come to see me.
And you've brought a friend.
Um, yeah. This is Dylan.
I told you all about him,
remember?
Ah, yes, yes. Come on in, dear.
Don't be shy.
Mi casa es su casa.
Well, in that casa...
Sit on down.
I'll make you some tea, Bob.
And you, too, Dobbin.
Let's have a quick look around
while she's pleased to see us.
What are we looking for again?
A botnet.
It's like a network
of computers...
that's controlled by someone.
So, I guess we're looking for...
a sort of computery thing.
It wouldn't surprise me
if Mrs. Batstick
had a bat cave or something.
Good thinkin'.
I was joking.
I'll take a look upstairs.
Oh, Dylan loves a ginger
bickie, don't you, Dylan?
Here we are now.
Now then, Barbara.
It's so long since you came.
Let me take a good look at you.
-You're not--
-You're not Mrs. Batstick!
-What?
-What?
Keep up, Barb!
Hey, not so fast!
Nice hair dryer, mate!
Oh.
Barbara!
Next time Future TX phones,
we should quiz this more.
Get as much detail as we can.
Hey. Try calling me.
Don't answer.
Don't wanna waste my credit.
That old tramp.
The guy with the hair dryer.
Maybe he has the botnet?
- He looked well dodgy.
- Exactly.
What if Mrs. Batstick sees us?
She can barely see
past her own face.
So, did you see where he went?
Hello?
A little help, please.
Didn't Future TX say that
our part of the conversation
was recorded?
Maybe we should make
a recording now.
Hi, it's us.
You know, the girl
with the weird hair
and her best friend.
We're at the location.
What should we do now?
I know what we should do.
A stakeout? Really?
This may be a waiting game.
What's that for?
In case of movement.
Watch out
for that big, hairy spider
that's crawling up your leg.
All good.
Stop distracting me.
We're trying to focus here.
Time just flies by,
but the future's always
far away.
- You snore.
- Do not.
Our data has changed.
Did you follow
the coordinates exactly?
Yes, 100 percent!
We accessed a message
from Molly
requesting what action to take.
That was, like, two hours ago.
- If you record a message,
- I don't know when to access it.
That is why the phone calls
are the most efficient
mode of communication.
They are quantum tied--
System recalibrating.
I thought you said
our communication was pre-set.
The botnet is active,
creating changes
in our causal loop.
Everything relies on the data.
How do we know
we can trust your data?
It's the data you provide.
At least tell us
what we should do
about the shed guy.
His name is Foley.
- Are you sure he's important?
- He looks a bit crazy.
Monitor his movements.
Is that it?
That is the only data you have?
- Yes.
- Then why are you phoning?
Moral support.
Nice guy, real team player.
Helpful.
Must sent him a thank-you card.
I'll bury it in my garden.
Monitoring his movements
isn't getting any data.
We should just go talk to him.
Dylan-style.
Spider!
Oh, yeah. That's so Dylan-style.
Hello?
It's a general rule that title
by adverse possession
cannot be acquired
as to public property.
QED, this is... this is my
gaff.
Get your own.
Sorry. Um, sir,
we were wondering
if we could talk to you
for a moment.
Oh, go away!
Sir!
Did you knock over
my stuff before?
Or will you?
No, we didn't knock anything.
Knock, knock!
Engine knock theory.
Ping. Detonation. Boom!
We're here
because of the botnet.
Oh, great. Subtle.
Um, sir, Mr. Foley--
- What did you call me?
- Foley!
Hey!
Who are you?
-She's Molly.
-He's Dylan.
Dolly and Mylan. I got that.
Mr. Foley, we thought--
No. I'm not a mister anymore.
I... I used to be in the past.
In the past.
It's funny, isn't it?
The past is something
you can... you can feel,
but you can never touch.
Nice, deep.
Whereas the future...
the future hides its secrets
in plain sight.
Hey, that tickles.
Critical impact.
Now, what... what is that?
It's happening
in three days's time.
And I will be there.
Will I be there? Three days.
Not much time.
Never enough time.
Mr. Foley, this computer--
Foley?
Who told you my name was Foley?
We just want your computer.
Nice hair dryer, mate!
Well, at least I've got hair
that's still in fashion.
Uh, you startled me.
But I had a comeback line.
-And that was it.
-Good one.
Nice gag. Top lols.
Now, we're all joke buddies,
how about that computer then?
Well, that is an original G4.
That's retro, vintage,
and yours for 100 quid.
All right, 50 quid.
That's as low as I can go.
Thirty quid.
That is my final offer.
Two pound, 20?
-I've got five pounds, 65.
-That'll do. That'll do.
You can owe me the rest.
Here we are!
It's all yours.
Oh. What's the password?
No password.
No worries.
Well, thank you, Mr. Foley--
Thanks. Just thanks.
You owe me 22 pounds, 15.
Don't forget.
Don't forget!
Twenty-two pounds, 15
for my computer, couple of kids.
Dolly and Mylan.
And they kept calling me Foley.
Foley.
That's me.
Oh! Who...
-Oh! Help me carry it.
-You're doing great.
It is so heavy. Come on.
- No!
- Go, go, go!
Wait!
Come back! That is not a...
Hold up for a sec.
Is he chasing us?
I can't see him.
Oh, we've lost him.
The weight of the future
is heavy indeed.
Foley sounded a bit like
Mr. Future TX himself to me.
Maybe. He did sound a bit nuts.
-Check we ditched him.
-You check.
No sign of Fol...
Dylan!
Oh!
Hello, little fella!
Whoa!
Right, drop the computer.
-What?
-Leave it!
Now, hop it, doofus!
Do you think
Foley sent the drones?
Did you see that?
There was something
in those darts.
Which way, Molly?
This leads
to the cricket pitch.
Barry!
- Who?
- Wetnose!
Oi, give us that!
Cheers, Barry.
Yeah. Nice one, Wetnose.
Well, that's just not cricket.
Scarper!
Hurry!
Whoa!
-Hey!
-Sorry! Just passing through.
Go, go!
There's the door!
Why are the drones
still chasing us?
Far up there, another one!
Split up!
You go in the house,
I'll go in caravan.
Quick, Molly! It's closing in!
Hurry! Hurry!
- Nice moves.
- Come on, let's go.
How did you get away?
Turns out,
they're easily tricked.
Maybe we should get
one of those drones.
Take it apart.
Maybe we should leave it.
Did you get the botnet?
We're fine. Thanks.
Leave it somewhere I can find
like your time capsule.
Slight problem.
We lost it again.
System recalibrating.
Who are these guys?
Do they have the botnet?
Well... we think so.
Then you must act fast.
Access the password.
Fix the system.
What about them?
What do they want?
Control.
What's the difference
between fixing the system
and having control.
Whichever side you're on.
According to our data,
everything leads
to something known
as critical impact.
We assume that's when the
botnet takes control.
License plate. Nice one.
-What do we do with it?
-Check online. The DVLA.
It says it's a blue van.
Not much else.
Nothing to go on anyway.
I don't like this.
They're here. The kids.
The kids are in danger.
Safe. I've got to keep
the kids safe!
The phones and the kids!
I have got to protect them.
Drone! Got you.
This isn't the time for jokes.
We nearly got killed.
Ah, it wasn't that bad.
What's wrong with you?
All right, Miss Serious.
Lighten up a bit.
But this is serious.
- Like, duh!
- Oh, my God!
You're so frustrating!
Molly!
Molly!
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Yeah, I certainly will.
Thanks for the call.
Bye.
Oh, stupid computer.
Nothing works!
Dylan went AWOL.
- Say again.
- From school.
Hey, not so fast, young man.
Have a good day at school?
Look, I... I can explain.
There's this guy.
He calls me from the future.
Says he needs our help.
Says we need to find a password
for a botnet.
Otherwise,
the future's in big trouble.
But now, they're onto us.
Honestly, Dylan, you're making
it worse for yourself.
-Hand it over.
-But, Dad--
No. No buts.
I'm confiscating it
until further notice.
We leave for Dubai in a week.
You said two weeks.
What can I say?
It's all systems go.
No, it isn't.
I'm not going to Dubai.
I'm not going anywhere.
You can go to your room.
What?
All right! All right!
I'm doing it!
- New data.
- Shh! It's late.
New data. Critical impact.
What are you talking about?
Hello?
No. That would be foolish.
Stick to your current
line of action.
"Line of action"?
Hey, you. Methinks
bed time doth call.
Enough with the naff routine,
mum.
Oh, but you know I love it.
It harks back
to my am-dram days.
Hmm. What could have been.
The lights, the stage.
Hey, everything all right?
-Oh.
-The future sucks.
I don't know what to do.
-Oh. Dylan and Dubai?
-Everything.
Well, you know what?
What will be, will be. Hmm?
Doesn't mean
you can't have some fun.
-What do you mean?
-Oh.
Live in the moments you have,
not in the moments you'll miss.
Oh mum, please.
You speak like a fortune cookie.
- What should I do?
- Molly!
Oh, I love you! Hmm?
You're always gonna be
my wibbly, scribbly,
scrumptious little schmoll
moll. But, ugh!
You really need to take
that stick from out your butt.
Okay, people. Have a great day.
Miss me. And, you...
no monkey business.
- You ready?
- For what?
School.
I'll take you personally.
What's the point?
We're leaving.
Behavior has consequences.
This is it.
The future's going down the pan.
The causal loop is breaking.
You have to regain control.
Easy for you to say.
Imperative critical impact.
When is this big
critical impact? What is it?
Tomorrow. Critical impact.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow? I can't do that.
We can't do that.
You can. You will. You must.
- There you are.
- You've marked your territory.
- Come on.
- Where?
- Back to inception.
- What? What do you mean--
The mobile phone shop.
This isn't like you.
You're not usually this risky.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Future TX said that critical
impact is tomorrow.
If we don't watch out,
then the botnet wins.
We should take this
more seriously.
We don't know what we're doing.
I didn't take this seriously
before.
But now, it's real,
and... and I don't know
how to save the world.
I know it's real.
It's too real.
Everything.
And I can't do this
by myself either.
And you're leaving, remember?
To become a stupid
robot jockey in Dubai.
I'm leaving even earlier now.
Next week. It's out of my hands.
Let's live in the moments
we have,
not in the moments we'll miss.
What?
What I mean is,
there are so many things
out of control.
The one thing we can control
is ourselves.
That's it. Ourselves!
What if I dialed my own number?
What if we spoke to ourselves?
Future TX said
that communication
can only be sent to and from
the original source device.
Hold up. You're calling yourself
in the past?
-Someone's answered.
-Is it you?
I don't know.
They're not saying anything.
Just be careful.
Just be careful.
"Just be careful"?
That's what I said to... to--
he said to me two days ago.
Or what I said to him just now.
Aw, my head hurts.
Right, your turn.
But I didn't.
I mean, why would I want
to call myself?
I hate my voice. It's lame.
Hold on.
If I don't call myself
in the past,
does that mean
I could change the future?
We need answers.
Let's find
creepy shop assistant.
Let me go now, please!
Wait. Let me look.
I haven't done anything.
The master of disguise.
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Psst! Monkey boy!
Yeah you, Planet of the Apes.
Have you got one of those
phones from the future?
'Cause I have one, too.
Tempus fugit.
Wait here.
Listen here.
What did you say
your name was again?
Dominic Santiago.
But you can call me...
The Black Wheel.
Street artist extraordinaire.
Don't worry. It's safe in here.
They won't find us.
- Who?
- Well, anyone, everyone.
We're being tracked on cameras,
phones, transactions.
Don't worry.
I've earthed the place.
My cousin Leroy helped me.
Simple Faraday cage. No signals.
I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.
See, no signal.
So, where did you get
your phone?
I was on the streets,
finishing a new original piece
- when I was spotted by a fan.
- Barbara!
Barbara!
So, I made a smooth getaway.
- But then I saw it.
- Strange lights.
Had to check it out.
Had to get out of there fast.
Oh! What?
I kept one for myself
and gave the other two
to a mate of Leroy's,
guaranteeing their safety.
Well, you know what happens
when you have one
of those phones for a while.
Hello?
What did Future TX tell you?
To look out for you two.
That you'll be messing things
up
looking for the botnet.
Thanks a lot.
Well, everything else
he's said so far has been true.
I mean, you do look
like a couple of noobs.
Ever get the feeling
you're being played?
That's exactly what Future TX
said you'd say.
Do you know who Future TX is?
No. But the phones use some
kind
of quantum particles to work.
-Quantum entanglement.
-Exactly.
And get this, there's a company
called QuantaCrypt
and a guy called Foley,
who made, or will make
some sort of breakthrough.
-Yes. We know him.
-Did you get his password?
Apparently, that's the key
to the botnet.
No.
We had to drop the computer.
-What computer?
-Foley's.
-You mean he still has it?
-Has what?
His phone.
We don't know anything
about his phone.
That's the source of the botnet.
Or at least it will be.
He invented it.
And programmed it to spread
to any device it can find.
We have to go back to Foley's.
What about QuantaCrypt ?
Do you think
they're the ones chasing us?
The dodgy van, the drones.
She's right.
We should go back to Foley's.
Leave your stuff there.
"She"? Who's "she"?
Future TX.
The woman that calls me
from the future.
What has she told you?
Our guy barely tells us
anything.
Do you trust her?
Do you trust your Future TX?
Isn't it fun finding out?
New number.
Mine's not ringing. Who is it?
- It doesn't say.
- Answer it.
Hello?
Hello?
Have...
have you...
Have we what?
Have we found the botnet?
Have you been in an accident
that wasn't your fault?
You should have seen
the look on your faces.
It's not funny!
Oh, the botnet. The botnet.
My big fat botnet!
It's not funny!
You noobs!
...The Black Wheel!
What's happened here?
- Where's Foley?
- Right here.
Whoa! Extreme makeover.
Thank you, Dominic.
I'll take it from here.
I'm Foley. Francis Foley.
Pleased to meet you.
The Foley that you've met
is my brother. Ben Foley.
Brothers? Twins?
What was that expression
you used, Dominic,
"A couple of noobs"?
Now, I'm starting
to feel played.
The times is really short now.
So, if you come with us...
You've got the wrong kids.
She's Barbara.
And I'm the famous Barry.
My friends call me Wetnose.
You're going
to have to trust me.
Whoa! Drones!
I'll have one of them.
We're doing this
for your own safety.
You don't have to hurt them.
- There's no answer.
- The causal loop is broken.
Good. Good. Good.
Dylan.
-I'm scared. Dylan?
-Yeah. I'm... I'm here.
I'm scared, too.
But at least we're together.
Shh, shh, shh.
Someone's coming.
Pretend to be asleep.
I'm sorry about these syringes.
A harmless sleeping serum.
And the binds,
just a simple safety precaution.
To keep who safe?
You? From us?
To keep the future safe.
You two are a little
unpredictable right now.
You've broken the loop.
But I really only need to know
one thing.
Where is he?
Who?
-Help us out a little.
-Oh, no! No!
Here, here!
We don't know
where he is, okay?
Critical impact.
Stay mobile. Stay mobile.
And you showed up.
Now, listen.
My brother isn't very well.
He was the one who invented
this Future TX
technology.
We both did, right here.
But the work took its toll
most heavily on him.
He couldn't grasp the potential
of this devices.
A hotline from the future
to the past.
And all I want to do
is protect him and the future.
I would keep everything safe.
So, you want to stop the botnet?
I'm afraid the botnet--
it can't be stopped.
It can perhaps be controlled.
The future is on a knife edge,
and my brother holds the key.
And you two...
You've just been
on the wrong side all this time.
Well...
you've got to understand
that it really doesn't matter
whether you believe me or not.
Right now, I separate you.
What? You mean split us up?
It's just how it happens.
I'm not going anywhere
without Molly!
- Dylan!
- Molly!
Welcome to QuantaCrypt, Dylan.
If you've never been around
a major scientific discovery
that will change mankind,
this is what it looks like.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Don't worry.
Perhaps you don't understand
the real significance
of all this.
Neither did my brother.
Luckily, I do.
Oi, Dominic Santiago! Up yours--
Get some rest.
I'll be back soon.
What happens now?
We put our faith in the future.
Come along, Dominic!
Let's get that phone of yours
back to the lab.
Well, actually, first,
I thought we might--
Talk about what we do next.
That's right.
Actually...
-...I need the toilet.
-Oh, well, if you must.
I assume you can handle
yourself from here.
I'll take that
back to the lab myself.
Come on, think, think.
Creepy shop assistant
sells us these phones.
Future TX calls us
and gets us involved.
We check out and it leads us
straight to Mad Foley.
Then the Dominic doublecross
leads us
straight to Handsome Foley.
The people in the future knew
it would play out like this.
Because if it didn't...
then they wouldn't be able
to call us.
Because they wouldn't have
the phones.
Which means...
we've been puppets all along.
Which means...
you're stuck... idiot.
Lift me up.
No way, Jose.
Look. I'm sorry, okay?
Foley told me
you were the bad guys.
And Future TX-- my Future TX
didn't tell me the whole story.
And I don't like
being pushed around.
Is the wheelchair a scam, too?
- Hey. I crawled to get here.
- Don't make me regret it
We need to find Molly.
Do you know where she is?
I think so.
All right. Go back. Go back.
Hold on a sec.
Tere's a sharp edge here.
Get these ties off.
There we go.
Giddy up.
You crawled all the way here?
- I heard you talking earlier.
- It was very nice, emotional.
But I get what you mean.
We've been puppets.
Don't worry. I've got your back.
Well, not really. Hold up!
How do I know you're not just
leading me back to Foley again?
Why would I go through
all of that effort?
-Well, how can I trust you?
-How can I trust you?
What if this is all just one,
big joke,
and you're all in on it?
The only thing
that matters right now
is getting Molly.
So, get a move on.
It comes with a curse.
We're moving together,
have a few laughs.
Did you come this way before?
Um, no.
-Better out than in.
- Oh, shoot!
- We need to get Molly.
We can't just
wheel back in there.
Hmm.
We need some equipment.
Well, a wheelchair
will be kind of useful.
There!
You sure
we can't be traced here?
I told you...
Faraday cage.
No signals.
Don't worry about it.
But how did you end up
working with QuantaCrypt?
They found me online.
They said they'd turn me in
for nicking their phones
and being The Black Wheel.
Unless I helped them find
all three phones
and get them back.
But with my legs
and my spinal injury,
there's not a cure
at the moment.
But Foley said there could be.
Gene therapy they call it.
I'd like to know
what the future holds.
And everything Foley said
with the phones
and the future has come true.
But now...
Now?
I don't like being played.
The Black Wheel rides again!
There's your wheelchair.
Yes!
We're on the right track then.
Go, go!
All right. New future.
And have some confrontation
with you, I can tell back!
Okay.
When the security geezer
comes out, we'll rush it.
What are you doing?
Closest thing
I have to a weapon.
-You ready?
-What? No!
You scared, Black Wheel?
No. Thought we could be doing
better.
- Black Wheel strikes back!
- You ready?
- Three...
- Two...
One.
Whoa!
I mean, we came to save you.
What as? Baboon Bertie
and Stupid Stocking Face?
It's okay. We can trust him.
He's been played just like us.
Do you still
have your Future TX phone?
-No. Foley took it from me.
-You know where they are?
Password. Password.
Oh.
Why were they asking
about that?
Is it to do
with critical impact?
Let's just grab them and go.
-It's all a bit easy.
-What?
This!
Us! Escaping, getting Molly.
Grabbing the phones.
-Speak for yourself.
-Yeah, but...
no one's tried to stop us.
Knocking someone out
with a tray.
-Does that even work?
-Felt like it did.
It's all part
of what's supposed to happen.
At this point, who cares?
See! Not that easy!
- The phones, they're booting
up.
- You don't have to worry,
- Mr. Foley.
It's not Foley. It's us.
Of course. Regrettable.
But the children did their best.
It's us, Dylan and Molly.
- Critical impact.
- Everything changes.
-What's happening?
-Causal loop, it's broken.
Yes, I am the botnet.
But we can control
the future together
now that the phones are safe.
What's it saying?
Future TX is the botnet.
I couldn't risk
all of my work being undone.
I... I... I-- Critical impact.
Critical impact.
Critical impact.
We can still stop the botnet.
Prevent critical impact.
Crazy Foley said he'd be there
then it happened.
Let's go find him then.
Critical impact.
Which way?
Future TX says, "Go right."
Wait. Now, she says,
"Turn left."
Where are the kids?
Straight ahead.
Do our own thing, our own way.
Hold on. Hold on.
Critical impact
must be something
that changes everything.
Oh no, girl.
Come on! We can do this.
An event that alters the future.
Keep moving!
This is it.
It's about to happen.
Forward, forward.
No. Molly, wait!
No!
You... she... she just... Oh!
Molly. Molly?
It doesn't happen like this,
does it?
Critical impact.
Ambulance. Please. Coastguard.
Anyone, everyone!
Heartbeat.
That's good. That's good.
Yes! Yes!
A non-critical impact
this has been.
-Foley, your phone.
-My phone?
Give me the password.
We have to change this!
The past, the future,
everything!
I'll take that.
You could help...
help this girl.
That's all technology
was ever meant to do.
-To help people.
-Maybe in the past.
But now, it can do
so much more than that.
More
than you could have foreseen.
You got left behind, Ben.
Come on, Dominic.
-You're with me.
-No.
I'm not being pushed around
anymore.
The future is on the line.
This couldn't have worked out
better.
I think you'll all agree.
- Uh-uh. Incorrect.
- You've been played.
Who is this?
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four...
What's going on?
Oh, you'll find out
in three, two, one.
What?
Turn around now.
I see. Of course.
I... I think
you better take this.
Hello?
Dylan. Listen very carefully.
Right now,
there's a young girl injured
on the ground.
I know you're scared.
But she's going to be okay.
What about the botnet?
- Thanks to critical impact,
- Foley, the nice Foley,
makes a breakthrough
with the botnet.
He's able to salvage
all the damage it did.
The future's safe.
You saved us.
How?
QuantaCrypt Foley said
he was trying to create
his own version
of the causal loop.
So, we had to give him
false information
and try to help you instead,
to make sure things
happened the way they should
right up to critical impact.
But we didn't know what it was
or what it meant.
Now, we do.
It's you and Molly.
But what about us?
What about the future?
Let's just say robot camels
are waiting for you
in Yorkshire.
And there's a bigger future
ahead for the both of us.
- Says you.
- Says me.
- Molly?
- I'll go now.
I never did like the sound
of my own voice.
Molly! Molly!
Easy.
I thought I'd lost you.
We did it, Moll.
We won!
I'll take care of all this.
There's no time
like the present!
And no present like the time.
Now, go!
It's time for us to make amends
for our past, my dear brother.
- Do you choose your destiny?
- Or does destiny choose you?
Do we have the power
of our own free will?
Or is choice just an illusion?
Is human behavior
essentially predictable?
Well, only sometimes.
Listen very carefully.
We don't have much time.
Future TX phase one complete.
Initiating phase two
in three...
two, one.
Nelson! Nelson! Nelson!