In 2008 the Reaper Virus struck in Glasgow, unleashing a pandemic of unmatched lethality. A desperate British government resorts to erecting an enormous barricade in the vicinity of Hadrian’s Wall and a sea blockade around the Scottish coast. These harsh measures outrage international sensibilities, turning Britain into a dystopian pariah state. 27 years later and somehow the Reaper Virus breaks out in London. (How it is remotely possible for the virus to teleport some 400 miles south is never explained.)
Prime Minister John Hatcher (Alexander Siddig) and his Gordon Brown-esque deputy Michael Canaris (David O’Hara) are faced with various unpalatable alternative course of action to contain it – but there is one desperate roll of the dice they can try. Satellite images reveal the existence of a survivor population in Scotland; it’s possible that the enigmatic Dr Marcus Kane (Malcolm McDowell), who stayed north of the border even after it was sealed, was somehow able to develop a cure. Hatcher and Canaris ask Department of Domestic Security director Bill Nelson (Bob Hoskins in full Long Good Friday hardcase mode) to select his best agent to lead a small team north of the wall to track down Kane and retrieve the cure.
Nelson’s best agent is Major Eden Sinclair (Rhona Mitra), who along with her plucky party discovers that the survivors have turned into Mad Max gangs of fetish punks – as you do – and their mission ends up radically more violent than they ever dreamed it would be. With society disintegrated and primal brutality unleashed, their trip to find Kane will be a true journey into the heart of Scottish darkness – if this is Doomsday, does that mean it’s the apocalypse now?