SEASON 4 EPISODE 5

THE DAY THE BOMB

FINALLY EXPLODED
Written by GRANT FOXON

Willowsham. Small town community. 22:19.

The small town of Willowsham was currently experiencing a revolution.

The townsfolk were throwing television outside and smashing them. Mobile
phones also and other pieces of useless aesthetic technology. Everyone was
involved from children to the local police officers. In the middle of the village
was a large grass verge there a funeral pyre was being built.

‘We’re no longer slaves to the barcode! Today we are free men and
women! Willowsham is no longer under the capitalist throws! We no longer
worship false idols! We are no longer brainwashed! We are no longer
persecuted for being middle class! White! Hetrosexual!’ Screamed Charles
Burson the elected leader of the group. ‘Today we unite! We destroy!’

Three vans then pulled up from a nearby council estate. There youths in
there tracksuits and older people in equally dire sheep wares were thrown out
of the vans at gun and knife point.

‘What the fuck you think you’re doing man!’ One youth screamed.
Charles smiled. ‘You are part of the system. How could you understand what
has happened here today? Throw them on one by one’.

With that the captives were shot in the legs. One tried to flee and was
shot in the back. They were then dragged kicking and screaming onto the
funeral pyres. Charles sniffed the fumes of burning flesh. He couldn’t help but
feel a strange sense of sexual excitement. One local couple had begun to
embrace passionately. Others followed. Soon many couples began to kiss and
sexually embrace and remove clothing as the council estate folk were thrown
one by one into the fire.

‘It’s happened all over the country!’ Timmons screamed as he paced

inside Adam Quists office. Solemnly Adam read the report.
‘So it seems you’ve got some form of middle class revolution?’
Timmons pacing became more intense.
‘There’s no logical explanation. Could there be something in these areas
that has affected their minds? Mass hallucinations?’

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 Adam looked up at Timmons.
‘That only happens in middle class communities. No. I don’t think that’s
likely’.
‘Then what the hell is going on Quist!’
Adam stood and pulled a glass of whisky out of his desk. He took a swig
and then offered it to Timmons. Timmons initially refused but then
reluctantly had a swig.

‘You know that it’s the middle classes which keep the infrastructure of
this nation up. Supposing this is a war of ideals? If this is a revolt it’ll make the
three day week look like Christmas. You know in other countries they have
rioting and rebelling is commonplace, look at France for example. We don’t.
The British suppress emotions. Well, everyone, every society has a breaking
point. Maybe this is ours’.

The words had a devastating effect on Timmons who fell back in his
chair.

‘How the hell do I tell the ministry that!’

Adam took another swig of the whisky.
‘That’s the tip of the iceberg. With that many people not consuming the
affect on the economy would be devastating. And if these people were to join
with organisations such as the L.C.F then the possibilities are deadly. Of
course maybe it won’t get to that. Maybe the majority don’t have the
convictions. However, something should be done now’.

Timmons had another swig.

‘What the hell should I do?’
‘The most important thing to diffuse this bomb would be too show them
that you’ll listen to them. Just listen’.
‘We can’t listen they’ve all killed innocents’.
‘That’s right. But a damn sight more could be killed if you don’t listen!’
‘Do you really think Adam, that society could break down like that?’
Adam paused for a moment.
‘Timmons…look around you. It has already begun’.

Timmons stood up and then left the office without making eye contact.
He slammed the door shut as he left the building. Paul stood up and
approached Adam with a cup of coffee in his hand.

‘What’s wrong with him boss?’

Adam took Paul’s coffee off him and began to drink it.
‘Just Ragnarok for consumerism. Have the news covered it yet?’
Paul approached the flat screen on the wall and turned it on. The press
were harassing a singer/soft core porn celebrity.
‘I like her’. Paul commented.
‘Yeah I bet. I suppose the middle class revolting isn’t particularly
newsworthy. Is the new receptionist here yet?’
‘No boss. Or Miranda’.
Adam handed Paul his coffee back.
‘Well, we need her that tasted awful!’

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 ‘Well, that was mine boss’.

Paul’s words had little effect on Adam. Suddenly on the TV as the

celebrity climbed into her car, it exploded. A middle aged woman in a suit
jumped up and down.

‘We are no longer slaves of the barcode!’ She then shot herself.

Adam and Paul watched on in confusion and horror.

‘What the hell just happened!’ Paul screamed.
‘We didn’t listen. The news was too busy covering some celebrity divorce.
So they made us listen’.

There was a timid knock at the door as the new receptionist Eve arrived.

‘Hi. I’m Eve’.

Adam and Paul looked at each other.
‘Welcome to the mad house. I’m Adam Quist this is Paul’.

Adam shook Eve’s hands then Paul did.

‘Do you know what we do here?’ Adam asked.
‘Yes you are the Department for the Observation and Measurement of
Scientific Work’.
Paul looked impressed.
‘I didn’t even know that’.
‘Excuse him, he’s an idiot. Now my dear if I appear sexist I don’t mean to
be. But are you a good drink maker. Let me show you the kettle’.

Eve followed Adam to the kettle.

‘I’m easy, black coffee occasionally milk, Miranda I thinks a tea drinker
and Paul will get what he’s given’.
‘Thanks boss’.
‘Ok, got that’. Eve said enthusiastically.
‘Now you need to know that very soon our phones are going to get
incredibly busy. I don’t know if you know of the recent celebrity murder but
with society about to plummet into a violent chasm. I’ve made a list of people
and how best to tell them we’re busy’.

The phone began to ring.

‘Over to you Eve’.

Eve smiled and picked up the phone.

‘Hello. Doomwatch. Eve speaking….’ Eve looked at the list next to the
phone.
‘I’m afraid he’s currently involved in research and can not be disturbed’.
‘I think she’s got it Paul. Come on lets go’.

Paul followed Adam out of the door.

‘Now you listen, tell Quist I need to see him now!’ Timmons slammed the
phone down.

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 Outside Adam and Paul strolled up the road.
‘According to Timmons in middle class areas they’re revolting’.
‘I always thought they were’.
‘Be serious. Smashing instruments of consumerism, murdering the
working classes. They’ve apparently snapped’.
Paul stopped.
‘Now you’re joking. Right?’
‘I wish I was Paul. What do you think we should do?’

Adam thought for a moment and then smiled.

‘I think I know someone who might be able to help’.

Adam sat in the quiet village pub. There was only an elderly couple in the
corner. Then the door opened and Ridge appeared.
‘I’ll have a large one’. Adam jumped up smiling they shook hands.
‘It’s good to see you John’.
‘Likewise. Well, what the hell is going on?’

All of the UK it was happening. In many places just small demonstrations

in other places where there was a higher concentration of middle class people
acts of murder and mutilation were becoming commonplace. It seemed that
the people finally couldn’t take anymore suppression. All of the UK the middle
class people were cracking up and rebelling. Unable to take anymore. There
was no logic or thought behind it just human nature. Every person has a
breaking point whether society deems this acceptable or not. And this society
just reached theirs.

Eve was having a hard time with the volume of calls coming in. Miranda
was assisting. Timmons was getting livid. It seemed that M.I.6 were terrified
that this incident was linked with the L.C.F and that there could be disastrous
results. The experience allowed the two women to bond. Miranda saw
something of herself in the younger, quieter, insecure girl.

Paul found himself a quiet spot in the office and dialled Kate.
‘Hi it’s me. Just listen. I don’t know how safe you’re going to be where
you are. I need you to come to London….What? No it’s not a roués to get you
into bed. Please just come. What time? I’ll be there’.

After Adam had finished talking Ridge leant back and pulled out a cigar.
‘Should you be doing that?’ Adam enquired. Ridge turned and shouted to
the elderly barman.
‘Oh Bill! Do you mind if I smoke?’
‘No John go right ahead’. Bill shouted back.
‘Different generation see. Silly lefty laws are for youngsters. So it seems
Adam we’ve got a bit of a problem’.
‘Understatement. Timmons is doing his nut in’.
‘Oh, every silver cloud’.

Ridge chugged away on his cigar.

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 ‘The main priority is too ascertain how big this movement is’.
‘And if it’s organised?’
‘From what you’ve told me it seems pretty spontaneous. The middle
classes have reached their limits. You need to talk to them. Have any been
arrested?’
‘A few. There’s so many’.
‘Right, let me speak to them’.

The afternoon went quickly. The world was shocked by what had
happened. The phones at Doomwatch kept ringing and Adams spoke to
Timmons and surprised himself by talking Timmons into letting Ridge speak
to a suspected ringleader. Dr. Matthew Spencer.
Dr Spencer had been sat alone in an interview very calm and placid then
Ridge entered the room and sat down opposite. He offered Dr Spencer a cigar.
‘Aren’t we breaking some PC law about smoking indoors’.
‘Come on Dr Spencer, you believe in those laws any more than I do’.
‘Are you the good cop?’
‘I’m not a cop’.
‘Then why are you here?’
‘I just want to talk. I want to understand what’s going on. That’s all I
promise’.

Dr Spencer looked deeply at Ridge. Ridge recognised something

passionate and fearful behind his eyes.

‘Look please. Talk to me’.

‘Why? You don’t care. We’re the victimised minority. No we’ll make our
point’.
‘Listen to me! I’m giving you the chance…’
‘There is no chance! You’ll all regret it believe me!’

Outside the Labour MP Kevin Hilates home, they waited. As they did for
all businessmen who lead normal lives. As his wife opened the door to let the
dog out they rushed her. Knocking her to the ground and locking the dog out.
Without hesitation they shot her dead. Kevin emerged from the living room to
be greeted with a bullet.

Ridge and Adam only watched Dr Spencer through a double mirror as he

sat calmly drinking a cup of tea Eve had fetched him. Suddenly, Timmons
appeared.
‘Kevin Hilates the MP and his wife have just been shot in the head’.
‘Do you think he knew?’ Adam ventured.
‘He knew something was inevitable. This is not random. They’re just
making a point’.
‘What the hell can we do!’ Timmons shouted shocked.

Ridge and Adam didn’t reply they just stared at Dr Spencer.

‘Legislation must be introduced. I don’t care if it looks like your
pandering to them. You have to stop them feeling angry. These acts don’t
come naturally. They’re born of repression. God knows your English chap is

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repressed. But you must act quickly before he gets a taste for it’. Ridge
answered not taking his eyes off of Dr Spencer.

Paul waited at the train station. It was full as usual and with the current
situation, people seemed nervous around anyone well-dressed. Anyone in a
suit was given a wide birth just in case. Then Kate appeared much to Paul’s
relief.

‘Hey. What’s going on?’

‘Not here. Come with me’.

Kate followed Paul back to his car.

‘Ok. I don’t know how to say it. The middle classes are revolting’.

Kate laughed.
‘I’m serious. They’ve killed and they will do it again’.

Kate saw that Paul was serious.

‘Really? It sounds like something out of a J.G. Ballard novel’.
‘Look, come back to mine. I promise my intentions are honourable.
Just for a few days till we know everything is ok’.

They drove off. Kate and Paul realised their feelings for one another were
growing.

Timmons sat anxiously by the phone in his office. Adam was also sitting
there. Suddenly the phone rang Timmons jumped up.

‘Yes. Yes. I see prime minister’. Timmons placed the phone back down.
‘Well?’ Adam inquired.
‘Certain PC laws and quangos are to be abolished immediately. With
others to follow’.
‘Well, lets hope its enough’.
‘You still think theres a chance it could do no good?’
‘Yes Timmons. There’s always a chance’.

THE END