09x06 - Cybershell

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All those years I spent trying
to forget. I had to see you.

'I need that Albany file.' What,
and you think blackmailing me
is the best way to get it?

Do this for me and I'm gone forever.

Tariq, have you got our
phone tracking logs from yesterday?

Is there a problem?
I'm sure it's just a glitch.

I've fixed things.
We can be together. It's got to be
forever this time, John.

I did what you asked.
Now you and I are done.

Who is it? Michael, this is John.
From work.

Hello, John. It's good to meet you.

PHONE RINGS

'John. Hi. I was wondering when...'

Tell me what you want me to do.

And I'll do it. 'Battersea Park.

'20 minutes.' No.

I can't. I'm on an operation.

'You want answers, you'll come.'

PHONE GOES DEAD

CONTINUOUS BEEP

'Break lock on overpass and move
south on group one heading, over.

'Awaiting confirmation, over.

'MTS auto track.

'Bank right on four two six.

'New path unconfirmed.

'Ranger Actual. New path remains
unconfirmed, over.

'One zero two is banking left
onto unauthorised flight path.

'Possible
critical systems malfunction.

'Ranger Actual, I do not
have control of the vehicle.

'Say again, I do not have control.

'Weapons away!

'Weapons away!

'Oh, my God...'

The drone fires its entire
payload back at its own base.

Seven US deaths.

The official line is
electrical malfunctioning.

If it got out the Taliban had
hacked our system and turned
our weapons back on us...

We are sorry for your loss,
Mr Beecher.

As you should be.

It was a British portal they hacked.

The way
I understand it, this was possible

because of a simple discrepancy
between our different
b*ttlefield networks.

Home Secretary,

British Forces IT is out of date.

And we're paying the price.
Connecting you to Cyber Shell will
save British and American lives.

Well, let's hope it differs from
every other state-run computer
network and actually works.

Last summer, US Government
departments were subject to 1.6
billion cyber attacks per month.

Since going online, Cyber Shell has
halved that. It works, Sir Harry.

Once my people have set up the Cyber
Shell terminal, our cryptographer
will bring the access codes here.

Danielle Ortiz is essential
to this operation, and we're
entrusting you with her care.

You have an officer
standing by to escort her?

My best.

For what it's worth, there are
some, myself included, think
we should share nothing with you.

Cyber Shell puts us 15 years
ahead of the game.

The more allies we include,
the more avenues for attack.

But...as we're in this together,

I guess the poodle gets to come
in the house.

Oi! Evershed, stop being nosey.

I need your help on something.

Is that a...? Yeah, the b*mb we
took from the Darlington AQ cell.

Thought I'd swat up after last time.

Don't worry - active components
separated, battery detached.

It's perfectly safe.
I can't take this any more!

Tariq!

What's going on?
It's Tariq, he just flipped.

See what's up.

Apologies, gentlemen. Where were we?

Tariq, what was that about?

Shh!

I just needed someone
to follow me in here.

The Grid's been compromised.
Bugged. Someone's watching us.

What? How is that possible?
I don't know, this is crazy
advanced. Almost invisible.

If I hadn't been sweeping our
base architecture in preparation

for Cyber Shell, I wouldn't even
have spotted it.
So what do they want?

That's the weird part.
They haven't even touched our files.

They could cherry-pick
from the secure archive,

but as soon as they start
downloading, they'd be more visible.

Right now...
they're just watching and waiting.

I'll call Harry.
No, you don't understand.

They've got the phones too.
Security cameras, webcams,
secure comms, emails, everything.

They've got everything.

You have unstable
personnel here, Pearce.

That's reason enough for me
to postpone. Oh, I'm sure
there's no need for that.

I have already agreed to have
only operatives with priority
level access on the Grid today.

But I need my core team.

Tariq is a part of that.
It's non-negotiable.

Excuse me. The terminal's ready.
How's Tariq?

Actually, perhaps we'd better
discuss this later.

Wait a minute. I want to hear this.

I have the notion that
I'm still nominally in charge
around here, Mr Beecher.

Now, the agreement's been signed,
your terminal is in place,

my officer is en route
to collect your cryptographer.

So, if there's nothing else...
I'm due at a constituency surgery
anyway.

Another edifying afternoon
of overhanging trees
and collapsing church roofs.

Come along, Beecher,
I'll show you out.

I'd appreciate an update.

What the hell's going on?

Just forget about Tariq.

I've been meaning to talk to you.
In private.

It's about us.

I know things have been
difficult since you said...

what you said.

I just wanted to...

We mustn't talk about it.

Not here. Not a word. Ever again.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said anything.

No, you were right to.

Would you like a glass of water?

No, thank you.

So what are we going to do?

We'll have to find a way to...

talk about this out in the open.
I have an idea how we
might be able to sometime...

in the future. But till then,
let's not talk about it.

Not in person, not on the phone,
not on email. OK?

MOBILE RINGS

'Lucas.'
Harry, I'm just stuck in traffic.

I won't be long. Is the access code
terminal in place?

All going to plan.
Keep us up to date.

Why did you have to be with her?

For this moment, John.

If you'd done what I'd asked from
the start, you'd never have known.

I'd have been Michael, the faceless
ex. You two could have been happy.

And the circus act?

Your old man had a couple
of strokes, didn't he?

Thought I might get some sympathy.

Anyway, it didn't work,
so I moved the plan on.

This was between you and me.

Why are you doing this to her?

You can't blackmail someone
whose life has no real value.

They have to have something to lose.
That's why I gave you something.

You remember, how we used to get
drunk, and you'd bang on
about Maya for hours and hours.

Steady, John...

You think about this.

You have a name, a life
that were never meant to be yours.

You've got no friends,
no family, no past.

You're not a real person.

Now, I've given you something.

I've given you her.

When it's over, you'll be glad
I came back into your life.

What do you mean, when it's over?

I gave you Albany.

The painting.

And the painting led me to the
location of the actual Albany file.

It's a classified address. But
I think you know who lives there.

My employers
are becoming impatient, John.

They need that file by two today.

No, I told you I can't.
I'm on an operation.

Two o'clock.

Will you stop torturing yourself?

There isn't a choice here.
Stop pretending that there is -

it just makes it worse.

We're offline. We've got
two minutes while we reboot.

TRANSLATION FROM RUSSIAN:

Everyone, stop and listen.
This is a blue one emergency. Ruth.

The Grid has been compromised.

We're under surveillance. Anything
we say or do is being seen and heard
by an unknown cyber-attacker.

We have 1 minute and 40 seconds
to formulate a plan of action,

after which we continue on as
normal, but without revealing
any further sensitive information.

We need to sweep the place.
k*ll the cameras.

If we do that, they'll attack us -
corrupt our files, publish secret
data. Then we leave the Grid,

contact another agency for help.
No, we can't risk that either.

They could be monitoring
everyone - GCHQ, 6, CTC.

No, we keep this between ourselves
until we know exactly what's going
on and who's behind it.

Tariq, what happens if the hackers
are in our system when the Americans

link us up to Cyber Shell?
Hackers will be inside there too.

One minute.

Oh, my God. All British
and American intelligence.

That's every operative, agent,
asset and every troop movement,
every state secret.

Agreed. Cyber Shell
is their prime target.

So why would they wait?

If they've heard everything, they
know the access codes are en route.

Why not just intercept and
steal them? Because they need
Ortiz to decode and input them.

And that would mean abducting
a US military cryptographer.

It's much easier to let us do it
here. So she's the only
one who can do this?



We can't. They'll be listening.

We cannot let that woman
or those codes onto the Grid.

Beth, Dimitri, see if you can
figure a way to draw them out.

Tariq, find us a way of
communicating without them
seeing us on the cameras.

Ten seconds,
nine, eight, seven, six, five...

In the meantime, not a word.
Not a move out of place.

..four, three...

Your British security escort
is here, ma'am.

Hey, James Bond! Not exactly.

Lucas North, MI5. Miss Ortiz.

Danielle.

They showed you that old
yearbook photo of me, didn't they?

They think people won't
take me seriously if they
know the true horror.

We need to get moving.
Whoa! Less of the chit-chat, James -

we need to get moving[!]

What's up, James?

We're on a cleaning route.
That's all you need to know.

I know about the route.
What I mean is, you're looking

in that mirror every ten seconds,
you're breathing funny and your
hands are real tight on the wheel.

Just staying alert. Checking
for tails, keeping you safe.

From what I hear,
you're very special.

That's what my dad used to tell me.

Nice tats, by the way.

Yeah, well, they weren't
exactly done by a professional.

Snap! Rockville Correctional
Facility, Indiana, 2004.

Whoa. You did time and they're
trusting you with this?

You did time and they're
trusting YOU with this? Mine was
for Queen and country. Oh.

Mine was for hacking the Pentagon.

Dimitri, the, um...
the file that you wanted.

The Vass file?

Yeah.

We're safe to talk here.
I tapped the camera feeds.

How do you know they didn't see you?

I used this in the toilets.
It's an off-network PC.

You brought a contraband
device onto the Grid?

Look, you better give that to me.
They're going to be
watching you, the hackers.

You can't keep disappearing.
Look, this is a long shot...
say the hackers were here in London,

couldn't we lure them somewhere with
fake intel about another hostile
looking to steal the codes?

They'd want to know who it was, they
couldn't risk Ortiz being kidnapped.

OK.

Let's give them a decoy location
and wait to see if they turn up.

Hopefully, they're in London.

Harry, I've found something
in an archived chatter
report on our system.

Coded references to Cyber Shell.
It could be someone
after the access codes.

Where does the chatter originate
from? It's a mobile broadband
account.

South London. Drakefield Street.
Go. See what you can find.

This plan better work.

'Yeah, no-one's here. But they're
not long gone. Kettle's still warm.'

No sign of any comms equipment?
'No.'

Well, I'll despatch
a forensics unit anyway.

'You're more use back here.'

Understood.

Let's hope they fell for that.

ID'ing those two
will get us nowhere.

No. They're hired muscle, for sure.

We need to find out
who they're working for.
Look, I'm going to follow them.

Look, we've already
said we're going back.

If we don't show, the hackers will
wonder what's up. Look, you go.

Make up an excuse why I'm not with
you. I'll be 20 minutes behind.

BEEPING

You know, you shouldn't read
those while you're driving.

Your security have been compromised.

Bert and Ernie? Mm-hm.
Compromised how?

They're being followed.
There's a blue van two cars behind.

I don't think they've made us yet.
But they will, unless we cut loose.

That sounds like bullshit.

What are you doing? This is crazy!
I don't have time to explain.
Just move!

Can I have that? Get in!

'..Repeat, we've lost contact
with the package.'

Where the hell are we going, James?

Don't worry -
everything's under control.

Harry, you're about to get
an angry call from the CIA.

'I had to dump the package's
security detail and
switch to a civilian car,

'so you won't be able to track me.'
What? Why? 'They were compromised.

'Look, I'm taking a new route home.'

Everything's fine, I just need
to be sure. I'll see you later.

So, you were in prison.
What did you do? Cut a deal
for a reduced sentence?

A reduced sentence AND a six-figure
salary. I am a genius, you know.

They gave you a second chance.

Yeah. You only ever get one.

Oi! What are you doing?

Checking in. They'll be worried.

Sorry. Hey! I can't let you do that.

Card receipt from the flat.

Oh, thanks.

I might be able to pull up a name.

What have you got?

That's Yuri Banketik. He's one
of the FSB's top cyber experts.

And Teng Mei-Zen, teaches
information security intrusion
at Shanghai Jiaotong University.

Harry, she's a
cryptographer for the CSS.

Russia and China working together?

If they get into Cyber Shell,
the West has good as lost the
cyber w*r before it's even begun.

We have to shut the hackers down,
no matter what the cost to us.

The cost? The cost is everything.
It's all our data, our officers,
our assets.

I'm well aware!
But our options are limited.

We shut down the hackers, which
means we sacrifice our intel.

Or we expose Cyber Shell,
which means we lose our data
and the Americans'. No.

Lucas is due back here in two hours.

We have until then to
find these people and stop them.
Get that back to Tariq.

Tariq, how are you getting on with
that project I gave you?
I, er...yeah.

Time and tide.

Everything's fine.

You all right?

It's a lockdown.

It's them.

Emergency override.

That's gone too.

Pods are sealed, we can't get out!

Dead. Same here.
All comms on the Grid are linked.

They've got total control over
our systems. The Grid's theirs.

Well, now we're all acquainted...

No need for further pretence
now they know we're aware.

Tariq, k*ll everything
they can use to see or hear us.
I want some privacy.

This is a back-up plan.
They're going to k*ll Ortiz
and use their own cryptographer

to input them while we're
locked down and powerless.

We've got to contact Lucas.

There must be a way
to get a message out of here.

Ever k*lled anyone, James?

And the answer is "enigmatic look".

So, got any hobbies?

No. I climb mountains.

Although these days, I have
to go with a big, spunky guy

like you to keep me safe.

You really don't have any hobbies?

Books? Movies?

Music? Come on,
everyone likes music.

Used to. Used to?

You "used to like music"?

How does a person go off music?

Seriously.

Sometimes you just stop hearing it.

MI5. Just how I pictured it.

It's a safe house.

Look, I need to take care
of something. I won't be long.

This hugely important
operation inconveniencing you[?]

Look,
we just got made on a cleaning run.

I need to check in. It's procedure.

Stay here. You're leaving me
in the car?! Hey! Hey!

Lucas?!

What the...?!

It's so good to see you!
Well, come in, come in!

You wouldn't mind if we chat in
here, do you? It's just that
Mum's asleep in the other room.

So.

Malcolm, it's Harry.

He's being set up.

Someone's laid a paper trail
back to Cologne.

Cologne? That was 1979. He was
investigating the Red Army Faction.

I know. I know but there is
doctored evidence that proves

that Harry crossed into East Germany
to meet Stasi officers.

What?!

Who is it? Who's framing him?

You're right. You're right.

What can I do to help?
Harry told me there was a file.

I don't know what it is, but
he thinks it could be leverage.

It's called Albany.

Where is Harry? Is he all right?

Black-site safe house.

He's as well as can be expected.

But he needs our help, Malcolm.

Now more than ever.

It's useless.

DOOR OPENS

WOMAN: Who on earth are you?

It's all right, Mum.

It's just a friend of mine, John.

Go and sit down,
I'll be in again shortly.

Malcolm, what did you just call me?

Oh, sorry. Not very imaginative.

Old habits die hard, eh?

As easy as that. What do you mean?

I come here and ask you for it.
You give it to me.

Lucas, when I was
entrusted with this,
Harry gave me a list of three names.

The three other people that the
Albany file would be safe with.

Your name was on that list.

Who are the other two? They're not
likely to come calling I'm afraid.

Thank you, Malcolm.

I know Harry would
want to thank you too.

Good to see you.

Listen, Malcolm, I know
you're supposed to call this in.

You probably want to pick up the
phone as soon as I'm gone.

But I don't know who else
is involved

so I'm asking you not to.

Please.

I'm not going to hurt you!

Danielle!

Danielle!

I'm just trying to protect you!

Ow!

Easy. Easy!

Belt thing didn't fool you, huh?
Why did you run?

Because you're lying to me!

That place isn't a safe house and my
security wasn't compromised, was it?

So, what's your big secret, James? Or
shall I just tell your bosses about
our pit-stop here in Hobbit country?

Right, you listen to me.

No-one needs to know about that.
It's private.

It's very important to me, and it's
got nothing to do with anyone else.

Do you understand?

So are you running towards something
or away from it? I mean, come on man,

you've got the look.

I know, I had it for a long time.

Probably still do.

So which is it?

Let's go.

So far we've not been able
to monitor the hackers.

But if I re-route the intranet
through the hawk server,

at least we'll be able to see
what they're doing.

They're starting
to download our archives.

What are they stealing?
Personnel files.

Starting with us. Section D.

How long before they have everything?

They're huge data packets,
but an hour, tops.

This is strange.
A call's being made. By whom?

According to this by you.

It's calling Lucas.

Can we talk to him?
No. We can only listen in.

Alpha One. Harry.

You cannot return to the Grid.

Cyber Shell uplink
has been cancelled.

We are despatching a team
to recover the codes.

Sending you rendezvous co-ordinates
now. Why? What's happened?

Can't say any more now. Out.

Voice synthesis.

They've been listening to us,
recording everything.
You couldn't fool someone for long,

but as long as you don't deviate
from your prepared responses
it's convincing.

What is it now? Change of plan.

New rendezvous.

Let me call my people. If something's
gone wrong they need to know.

It's important. Danielle,
I don't know what's happened.

And until I do, I'm only
listening to my boss.

Look.

I don't know you,
you lost my security,

took me on some weird errand, and
now we're not even going to MI5.

If you want me to trust you,
let me make a call.

I won't tell them where we've been.
Please...

Lucas?

It's Lucas. He's calling in.

Come on, pick up.

'Alpha One?

'Harry, the package wants to
clear the new rendezvous
with her superiors.

'Is that OK with you? Hold on.'

Why the delay? They're
formulating new voice responses.

'Alpha One. That is a negative.

'The package is under suspicion.

'May be dangerous.'

Don't move.

Dangerous?

Come on, Harry, I need details.

If she resists, neutralise her
and bring the codes
to the rendezvous yourself.

Sorry, confirm that?

If she resists, neutralise her and
bring the codes to the rendezvous.

Bayonet Protocol, theta five.

Harry, that's a k*ll order

on an unarmed civilian.

The codes must be at the rendezvous.
At all costs.

I'm not going to execute this girl.

Bayonet Protocol, theta five.

No, sorry. I need full clearance
and authorisation codes.

And I'm only doing this
as an absolute last resort.

If you don't like that you can
decommission me. Is that clear?

Yes. Sending now.

They know all my authorisation codes.

Lucas won't do it. Surely. He might.

He got the order from Harry himself.

PHONE BEEPS

I'm sorry. I can't let you call in.

That sucks. Danielle, wait!

Calm down!

Something's wrong here. And I'm
not going anywhere until I check in.

You're mistaken.

"You're mistaken".

Oooh, scary.

What are you going to do, k*ll me?

SHE SCREAMS

Batch five gone. This is what Russi
and China can achieve in a day. Let's
hope it's a one-off collaboration.

There has to be a way out of here.

The Grid's built to withstand
any kind of external attack.

It's impregnable.

I've just had a really
terrible idea.

Is this safe? For you.

For me, not so much.
I'll need to be close.

Then forget it, we're not doing this.

If there was another way to detonate
this, I'd begin to explore it,
believe me.

Get it ready.

Vaughn.
'Less than two hours left, John.'

Look, I told you. I can't talk now.

I'm in the middle of something.

I have Albany.

I will bring it to you.

Don't call me again.

MUFFLED: Let me out!

Let me out! Get me out!

Let me out!

The only way you're
going to get these codes is
off my dead body, you jerk!

And when I see my people I'm
going to tell them everything.

About how you lost my security,
and took me to that house...

No!

No! Let me out!

Let me out! Let me out!
What are you doing?!

Let me out of this car!

Lucas. He's calling again.

Harry. Alpha One?

I'm at the rendezvous.
I'm about to carry out your orders.

Just need to check something.

Go ahead.

What's your favourite opera?

He knows!

You have your orders, Alpha One,
Bayonet protocol, theta five.

Your favourite opera?

Harry.

Neutralise Ortiz. Now.

Wrong answer.

sh*t! Come on move. Now!

Let me see.

OK, put pressure on.

sh*t! I'm out!

We need to go.

Come on! Come on!

It's all right. I've got you!

Come on, move!

Get down!

I just need codes! You can live.

Can I? Thanks.

I tell you what, you want the codes?

Come and get them!

Come on!

Come on!

Can I see?

It's bad, right?

Hey, look at you, you didn't lie.

Yeah, keep the pressure on.

Really tight.

Oh, please don't let me die.

Please. I won't say anything.

I won't tell them what happened,
just don't let me die.

I'm not going to let you die.

I'm going to call an ambulance.

I pro...

I promise...
I won't tell them about the house.

About Albany.

'Emergency services, which service
do you require? Hello?

'Hello?

'Are you in trouble?

'Do you need help?
Can you give me your location?'

Yeah, ambulance please.

Female, g*nsh*t wound.

South River construction site,
Deptford.

Homicide, trauma and
possible air evac?

Come on.

Let me do that. Let me do that.

I feel far away.

You're going to be fine.

Ssshhhh.

You're going to be OK.

Listen, I can
hear the ambulance coming now.

I assume you can hear me
as well as see me?

I'd like to negotiate a deal.

Mr Pearce.
Am I talking to my voyeur in chief?

You are.

Your attempts to steal the
Cyber Shell codes will fail.

But you've already gained a great
deal of valuable data from us anyway.

I assume you're being
generously rewarded by both
nations for your hard work.

But whatever data we could
recover from you, well,

we could make whatever they're
paying you seem insignificant.

To our countries,
we would be traitors.

Hunted down, k*lled.

It goes without saying we
would provide you with asylum.

New identities. State protection.

That intelligence is
very valuable to us. So...

shall we haggle?

No. We'd need more.

If we did this, we could never go
back home. Never see our families.

Efforts could be made
to bring them to you.

Some sort of problem there?

Pearce! Lift your head!

No. No, I don't think I will.

Put your hands
where I can see them now!

Get down on the floor! Get down!

Get down on the ground! Get down!

I've got a terrible
crick in the neck, you see.

'I've got a terrible crick in the
neck, you see.

'I've got a terrible
crick in the neck, you see.

'I've got a terrible crick in
the neck, you see.

'I've got a terrible
crick in the neck, you see.

'I've got a terrible
crick in the neck, you see.'

PHONE RINGS

So where do I meet you?

I thought it was supposed
to rain all the time here?

Sorry to disappoint.
Makes a nice change.

I'm from Cleveland.

Grey skies, freezing rain, empty
factories. It's like Britain Plus.

So.

I hear the walls have ears
at Thames House these days.

Our network has been re-secured.

And we prevented your Cyber Shell
codes from falling into enemy hands.

At the cost of an American life.

I'm deeply sorry for that.
Our officer did everything he could.

I know. Thank you.
I'll pass that on to the family.

By the way, we can't confirm our
security detail was compromised
the way your officer said.

No sign of a blue van. So either
he's too good, or too paranoid.

They can be the same thing.

PHONE RINGS

'The Albany file is a fake.'

What?

Either you're trying to play me,
or you've been outsmarted.

Which is it, John?

Your silence tells me
it's the latter.

You need to go back and get the real
thing. No. I can't.

Don't make me tell Maya what sort
of man you really are, John.

Go back and get the real thing.

Now!

How was Beecher?

I'm starting to get the awful feeling
that I don't actually hate him.

I'm sorry I had to bring up...

you know.

I had to get you the note and...

Ruth, don't give it a second thought.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.

I've been sweeping the system and I
found this. It's a simple intercept.

Logging keystrokes from one
terminal. Whose terminal?

Lucas's. Thank you, Tariq.

I'll take it from here.

I put it there. Why?

Harry, he can't be trusted.

His debrief reports don't
match with GPS signals,

there are call logs here
to encrypted numbers.

He's been not answering his phone.

And today? Losing the CIA detail?

Why didn't you come
to me with this before?

Because I knew you wouldn't believe
me. So I had to get evidence.

This is nothing!

I'm telling you, he's in trouble.

I need to think, Ruth.
That'll be all.

That'll be all.

Malcolm!

PHONE RINGS

No! No!

You conducted unauthorised
surveillance on a fellow officer.

Doesn't mean I'm wrong about Lucas.

I could never believe Lucas
would betray his country.

No-one's suggesting that.

But if Lucas is in trouble,
we need to be ready to help.

Because of him you're in danger.

Please don't do that.

Finish this now.

I had a visitor,
from Lucas I'm afraid.

Beth! Get out of the way!

Lucas, put the g*n down!
Get out of the way!

Harry, have you spoken to Ruth?
No, she's not answering her phone.

Harry will help you,
like he helped me.

You don't know anything about me.

Betrayal is a cancer.
Let it eat your soul, not mine.