Primeval

My name's James Lester.

Five years ago, I was put in charge of the ARC,

a top-secret government project

investigating rips in time known as anomalies.

These anomalies allowed long-extinct creatures from distant eras

to cross into our own time.

Our leading research scientist was murdered

by his insane wife Helen,

who planned to wipe out humanity.

She's gone to kill the first human, stop our evolution in its tracks.

Danny Quinn, Connor Temple and Abby Maitland

went through an anomaly to stop her.

No one knows what happened to them.

But as the human race survived, we must assume they succeeded.

-This thing's just died. -We don't know the route.

We can't get home.

None of them ever returned,

lost forever in a distant past, with no way home.

All attempts at rescue failed.

A new team was put in place,

and many changes made to the ARC.

The battle continues.

There is always a new threat.

Whatever it is, we'll deal with it.

Talk to me, Jess.

It's my fault. I released the airlock in the menagerie too early.

They were doing maintenance work and the creature got out.

God, I'm sorry.

Concentrate, Jess. Have you got a visual?

It's moving into the corridor by Lab 3.

Matt!

I know.

Backup needed, south corridor by Lab 3.

Backup to south corridor.

Hello.

Easy.

Oh!

Are you okay?

Matt, can you hear me?

I'm fine.

Get out of there, Jess.

I've just got to back up the system. This is all my fault.

Forget about that and get out of there. It's coming your way.

After it.

Would someone mind telling me what on earth is going...

On?

Hey!

Tranq guns, now!

There, there. Nice dragon.

Down, boy. Sit.

Actually, it's a girl.

Hey!

Here, princess.

Come on.

Purely as a matter of interest, what's it doing in here?

We'll get to that later.

Come on.

No, no, no, no, not my office.

Come on, girl.

Here you go. Have a drink.

Right.

So, there was nowhere else it could go?

-I was improvising. -Oh.

Oh, Connor, you scared the hell out of me.

You're getting sloppy.

Yeah, well, I have to let you win every now and then.

What? You never even saw me coming.

Oh, really?

-Huh? -Ha!

I can take you any time I like.

Keep still or I'll have your ear off.

I hear tapping-

It's just the wind.

Yeah.

One day, it'll be more than just the wind.

That anomaly's going to reopen.

I mean it.

We've got to keep believing that, right? We can't...

Can't lose faith.

Connor, there is nothing we can do to get ourselves out of here.

But we can at least make sure we stay alive.

So peel.

You know, when we do get home, I'm going to write a cookbook.

1,001 Ways to Cook Roots and Bulbs.

I could be like your Cretaceous celebrity chef.

Hmm.

Oh, I had a dream about coffee last night.

I would kill for a decent cappuccino.

Connor, don't go there.

Sorry.

I should be thinking tasty roots,

yummy bulbs.

Go do some hunter-gathering, yeah?

We will make it home, one day.

Mmm.

Yeah, I'm sure there's a perfectly rational explanation for this.

Um-u jess?

-It was... -My fault, James. Sorry.

I was overseeing some maintenance at the menagerie,

there was a problem with the airlock, dracorex got spooked and bolted.

Won't happen again.

You know, I could have been ambassador to Moscow by now,

maybe even Cabinet Secretary.

Instead, I'm watching a dinosaur trash my office.

Still, no regrets.

Becker's going to tranq it.

Shouldn't be long now.

Don't you think you should help him?

Where would be the fun in that?

I'll have Sleeping Beauty moved to the menagerie.

Good work. Meet me in the armoury in half an hour.

Why?

Haven't you heard? The EMDs have arrived.

The electro-muscular disruption weapons?

Oh, yes, the toy guns.

If the toy guns had been here this morning, this wouldn't have happened.

Gotcha.

Sorry, mate.

Abby!

Abby!

-Abby! -Connor!

Everything inside! Quickly!

Come on!

Abby!

Come on!

We have to move camp.

We can't leave the anomaly site.

What if it opens up again and we miss it?

Spinosauruses are territorial, Connor. Now it knows we're here, it'll be back.

-We have to go. -No.

Abby, we could be missing our only chance to get out of here.

What chance?

We've been here a year, Connor,

a year,

and nothing has happened.

Just face it.

We're stuck here,

alone,

forever.

You're wrong.

And we're not alone.

We're together.

If we stay here,

that spinosaurus will kill us.

Only a matter of time.

Okay?

You're late.

Oh, excellent. Tasers.

These are in a different league to any Tasers you've ever used in the past.

I wouldn't have designed it if it didn't work.

You need to remember how many friends I've lost.

I'm not going to risk any more lives playing around with peashooters.

The EMD can be adapted to three basic levels,

low, medium and high-voltage, depending on what you're using it for.

Yeah, I know what they do, Jess.

I don't think he believes us.

This is nothing like you've ever experienced before.

Okay, try.

I mean it. Shock me.

If I think it's an effective weapon, I'll use it.

If not, you back down.

You really, really don't want me to do that, Becker.

Oh, I do.

Come on, Matt, show me what you've got.

Matt?

You can't.

Will you stop being such a pair of kids?

He started it.

It's okay. He'll live.

Probably.

Have you fired it...

-Are you okay? -(COUGHING)

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

That was the lowest setting on the smallest version of the weapon.

The highest is designed to bring down a Tyrannosaurus rex.

How far do we have to go?

A mile, maybe two.

What was that?

Raptor.

Come on. just leave it, come on.

That's my blanket.

Blanket?

Abby!

Are you absolutely sold on these EMDs?

'Cause, you know, I could always shoot you again.

Idiot.

How long until this wears off?