10x02 - Stolen Laptop

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A special relationship with Russia?
Get your head out the Cold w*r.

Ilya Gavrik, former KGB legend.
And your opposite number
during your time in Berlin.

He asked for you.
It's why you were reinstated.

Britain has been our loyal friend.

But we mustn't let sentimentality
stay our hand.

My goodness, diplomacy in action.
I know about my mother.

We had Gavrik's wife?

Plans were made for her defection
but never came to fruition.

You tell her that her work for you
is complete. 'We have to meet.'

Call this number.
Wait for ten seconds if the
meeting's on, then hang up.

This is a k*ll order. They're going
to move on Gavrik tonight.

We have to deal with Sasha Gavrik.

We can't... Why not?
Because he's my son.

MOBILE RINGS

Hello?

Calum, work out who has the resources
to do this and why.

Dimitri, brief the retrieval team.
Get them on the ground

scanning for the laptop tracker.
We need it back

and we need it back now!

Calum. You all right?

What have we lost?

There's five mission-critical
documents on the hard drive.

Part of our weekly intel-share
with Six. They're personnel files.

Five assets. All A-grade or above.

They all work for multinationals,
all vital to UK interests.

One of them's relevant to
the Partnership. Martha Forde.

A high-level analyst in an oil
company that was bought five
years ago by a Russian firm.

Didn't take her long to discover the
corrupt policies they brought with
them...

polluting, bribery,
ill*gal drilling.

But here's where
it gets complicated -

Minister Gavrik owns 7%.

Who recruited her?
I did. Three years ago.

When she found out,
she wanted to blow the whistle.

I convinced her she'd do more good
to stay quiet and start working
for us. How's her product? Reliable?

Triple A. She'd spy for us even
if she wasn't on the payroll.

She believes what
she's doing is right.

How very old-fashioned.

That was a red flash from GCHQ.

News organisations are
getting anonymous reports
that we've lost a computer.

It's already cropping
up on the internet.

Mainstream media won't report
it, not without confirmation.

Jesus. That's it. Whoever has
the laptop claims that they know
what's on the hard drive.

They'll decrypt the files
one by one, then release them.

They can break my encryption?

Nice one. What was the password?


We need to pull the assets.

If they're exposed, their lives
are at risk. These are
valuable grade As.

We extract them
only as a last resort.

Ruth, pull what you can from the
websites and hand it over to Tariq.

Harry...

did Elena contact you?

Yes, I'm meeting her this afternoon.

What about Sasha?

He threatened you, Harry.
We need to talk about him.

No, we don't.

DOOR OPENS

Sasha?

Sasha?

Dead. Poisoned umbrella.

Classic.

Kuzin's given me some pointless
new detail.

You're taking over
surveillance coordination.

What's the detail? Scanners picked
up a suspicious call this morning.

An unregistered mobile phone
at our delegation hotel.

It's probably just a staff member
forgotten to register their phone
with us.

Exactly. They didn't say anything
anyway. Ten seconds of silence.

It's a complete waste of time.

I'd complain if I had any pride.

Retrieval teams
briefed and deployed.

I want you with them.

We're too late.

John Grogan. Freelance engineer,

works for the Iranian government,
who he spies on for us.

Recruited by Ros Myers,
now handled by Section A.

His file's all over the net.

He's blown. Contact his handler,
get him safe, bring him in.

Barely took three hours to
break the first file's encryption.
Then the clock's ticking.

We stop this before any other
names are released. Erin...

I want Martha Forde to get
everything she can on Ilya Gavrik
before we pull her out.

We might not get this
opportunity again.

We shouldn't tell her
she's in danger of exposure,

not until we get the intel. Agreed.

Be ready to extract her
at a moment's notice

if her file is released, but don't
tell her the truth for now.

We need to keep her
focused on getting what we need.

Does that make you uncomfortable?

It wouldn't matter if it did.

MOBILE RINGS

Martha Forde. 'Green fields.'

Hello, Mum. Everything OK?

Everything's fine. I just need to
talk. Can you get away at lunchtime?

OK.

Which scarf do you mean?

You know,
you are weirdly good at this.

Come on, Mum, you're only 63.

'Meeting place five. Midday.'

Yeah.

See you at the weekend.

Harry, who's doing this?

We don't know. But they broke
highly sophisticated MI5 encryption,

which would indicate a nation state.

But with no clear
demands or motive...

we have to assume
it's an attack on MI5 itself.

I know we're spying on them,
they know we are, but do you have
the faintest conception

of what it might mean if it got out?

For God's sake,
Gavrik's not exactly chuffed
about the attempt on his life.

How do you think he's going to
take a British spy being publicly
unmasked in his own bloody company?!

Did I fail in some way to make it
clear how vital this partnership is?

Your concern for the assets
is touching.

You'll be pleased to hear
they're being brought in.

Emotional blackmail, eh, Harry?

Get this squared away.

My waiting room isn't big enough
for all the toe-tapping ambassadors.

And if this scares
the Russians off...

..well...

Do this for me, darling.

Did you make a call?

To Harry Pearce?

What?

I know...

What are you talking about, Sasha?

You're a spy.

You have been for 30 years.

Betraying our country,

my father...since before I was born.

What are you going to do?

Give me the phone.
What are you going to do, Sasha?

Look, just give me the phone!

Leave the hotel now.

Don't come back until this evening.

Sasha...

..don't put yourself in...

in danger.

You put me in danger
when you became a traitor.

Now you're...
Now you're making me one too.

Tariq, Grogan's handler called. He
hasn't been able to get hold of him

for ten minutes. Trace his phone.

Mr Grogan?

John?

'Dimitri?' Grogan's dead.

Strangled. Recently.

The Iranians got to him
before we did.

'I need you to change
the crime scene.

'Make it look like a suicide.'

If it's reported as a m*rder,
it'll confirm he's a spy

and take the story
straight to the front pages.

'We can't allow that right now.'

He's got other injuries. We'll
be found out at the post-mortem.

We have a sympathetic pathologist at
the Home Office for times like this.

'I'll send Calum to help.'

Understood.

Call me.

'Hi.'

I heard about that computer.
I'm not in it, am I?

'I need you to do something for me.'

Look below you,
as if you've dropped something.

'It's a data spike.'

What do you want me to do with it?

'Minister Gavrik, your shareholder.
We have a situation developing
and urgently need intel on him.

'We need his protected files.

'You just need to log on as Gavrik,
and the spike will do the work.'

How long will it take?

It's hard to say -
depends on the size of the data.

I'm really not that brave, you know.

'You're a lot braver than you think.'

This could really hurt them,
could it?

'Yes. It could. Martha, this
is the right thing to do. Trust me.'

All right, then.

Thank you.

You tucked his shirt in?

Might as well look smart.

Here. Go and clean up
the blood in the bedroom.

Why do I get all the body fluid
jobs? Because you're the new boy.

Gee, why the hurry?
Is it pay day already?

The mobile call from the hotel...
I traced the number dialled.

J Qualter Ltd. A timber merchant.
It must be a shell,

a contact substation. I think
someone at that hotel called MI5.

Did you trace the phone? No signal.

Whoever has it must have stripped
it or destroyed it.

I'm telling Kuzin now.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

He'll take this away from you.
It's too big.

Now, if we brought in a traitor, ah?

There might be a medal in it.

What do you need a medal for,
Sasha Ilyich?

Borrow one of your old man's.

It's against procedure.

Kuzin won't care when we bring
the bad guy right to his door.

You rich kids get bored so easily.



See what else you can get on this.

I'll find the mobile.

Key logs will tell us who was
in the hotel at the time.
Shouldn't be difficult.

Might even be fun.

You go first. Check it's clear.

Turn right, take the far stairs.

I'll meet you by the car
in ten minutes.

Come on.

Martha?
Andrei, there you are. I...

We need to talk about Buranzal.
It'll have to wait.

Do you know Minister Gavrik?

No. Nice to meet you, Minister.

Martha is my best analyst.

Why don't you join us, Martha?

I'd love to hear your opinion
on a couple of things.

Of course.

No way. We made cleaning routes
inside and outside the building.

The source had someone
waiting and watching.

They could've taken photos.
If they publish them...

That was a short career.
I'll have to go back to making a
decent salary. We're being framed.

They release Grogan's details,
watch as the Iranians k*ll him,

then make us look like the culprits.
It's a direct attack on MI5.

Tariq, how long before they crack
the next file? Ten minutes, max.

They must be using botnets to
decrypt the data this fast.
I'm flooding the web

with viruses to slow them down,
but whoever's doing this is good.

We have to contain the story.
Convince print and broadcast
to sit on it.

I don't think that'll work.

Martha Forde's details
have just hit the web.

The question is, how are we going to
improve forecasting in that region?

Well, I would still advise moving
towards a disaggregated approach.

MOBILE RINGS

Excuse me.

Erm, that's my grandmother's
nursing home. Do you mind if I...?

Hello? Black ribbon.
Don't give your response.

'You were on the computer.

'Your file has been exposed online.

'Exit plan Glimmer.
Do you understand?'

A...a fall?
Are you sure she's all right?

That's good.
Don't worry, I'm coming for you.

Yes, yes, of course. Right away.

Is everything all right?

My grandmother's had a fall.
I really...

Of course.

Please give her my best wishes.

Thank you. I'm so sorry.

Minister... She's a spy.

'Please leave your name
and number after the beep
and I'll return your call.'

We issue a D-notice.
Blanket press injunction,
stamp this out through the courts.

It'll look like
an admission of guilt.

And it won't affect the web.
MOBILE RINGS

'No sign of Martha. She's not
answering her phone either.'

Anything your end?

'No. The Russians can't
have got to her that fast.'

The Iranians got
to Grogan quick enough.

'She's not safe out there
on her own.'

If she's planning on running,
she'll need her...

Passport.

Martha? Martha, it's Karen.

Martha?

Get away from me!
Hey, hey...

You lied to me! That man is dead,
Karen. That could have been me.

We had to get intel from Gavrik.
We were going to pull you.

You've been seen.
We need to get out of here.

Maybe I should take my chances.
I mean, it can't get any worse.

I'm here to protect you. I promise.

You need to do exactly as I say.
Come on.

All right...got it!

What?

A full hidden address from one of
the source's e-mails to the BBC...

No... They're daisy-chaining
e-mail accounts together -

sending one from another to another.
Working back through the
chains will take days.

THUMPS DESK
Whoa! What are you
getting out of your pram for?

I'm the one who took the kicking.

Then again, if you hadn't
used pre-school encryption,
maybe we'd all be all right.

Calum...

Listen, I know a lot of people like
you. Piss-takers.

You drift through school,
you drift into a great job,

and everything's easy,
it seems like a joke.

I wasn't born with a silver spoon
in my mouth. You were clever
and full of yourself.

What I'm saying, I had to prove
everybody wrong to make it here.

My teachers,
the recruiters, my parents.

So when something goes wrong,
I give a sh*t, OK?

Anatoly.

That phone you wanted
me to look out for...

I got a signal.

You OK?

Someone's attacking our security
systems by leaking our assets,
putting them in danger.

But don't worry,
you'll be safe here. OK?

No-one knows about this place but me.
No, I had the intel, Karen.

What?

Gavrik's files were on that spike.

But I dumped it before I left.

Why? Because you lied to me.
I'd seen the news...

Wh-why the hell am I going to
risk getting caught with it now?

Forget about it. It's gone.

Where are you going?

To fix this.

Just stay here.

I'll be back for you in a couple
of hours. I promise.

Here...

Who else knows I asked you
to monitor a phone?

No-one, sir. Just me.

MOBILE RINGS

I found an address for the shell
company. There's nothing there.

I found the mobile.

'At the hotel?' Yeah.
Room 216.

But... 'Sorry...'

Room 416.

Junior delegation aide. Shikov.

Great. So, what now?

'I'll follow him.
We don't need both of us for that.'

OK.

Find out where Mrs Gavrik's
bodyguard is.

I'm afraid we don't have
very much time.

When did we ever?

Thank you, Harry.
To be working for you again...

Elena. You're not working for me.

What?

Someone is posing as me.

The messages...

They were your words.

Whoever wrote them
knows about us.

Knows everything.

What did they ask you?
What did you tell them?

They wanted to know
about the partnership deal.

Harry, I told them everything
I know.

I thought it was you. I'm sorry.

Have you called it in?

The moment I suspected you were
covering for her.

Kuzin and the team are on their way.

You're lying.

You're scared of my father,
like everyone else.

You'd have to be sure

before you started making
accusations against his wife.

Sasha knows about me.

I know. He came to see me.

He believes he is Ilya's son.
I cannot destroy that.

What sort of a person is he?

He's like you...in some ways.

I'm sorry.

Who could it be, Harry?
Who could know so much about us?

I have an idea.

I should go.

Harry, I regret many things.

But not the way Sasha came to me.

Never that.

MOBILE RINGS

Pearce.

'When you're finished with my mother,
come to the backstage corridor.'

Who's that?

His name is Anatoly Arkanov.

I have known him since I was 17.
You k*lled him.

He saw you with my mother.
He was going to report it.

I had to stop him.

If you'd left her alone, like I
said, he'd still be alive. Sasha,

I have not been running Elena.

Bullshit.
Someone is posing as me.

And it's in all our
interests to find out who.

I need Elena's help for that.

And yours too.

You're going
to help me clear this up.

There's no-one else I can ask.

It's just you and me, Harry.

Did you see her?

What happened?

I want you to look
into Jim Coaver for me.

You want me to investigate
a CIA Deputy Director?

I believe he's the one posing as me.

You'll have to do it
through back channels, tip-toe.

I'll give you all the
necessary clearances.

So that's it? We're really not going
to talk about any of this?

This? Sasha.

He's your son.
You're totally compromised
in dealing with the Gavriks.

You must see that.
A short relationship led to a child.

Circumstances have prevented me
from being involved in his life.

It happens every day.
If I'm emotionally compromised,
I have been for 30 years.

I didn't say
"emotionally compromised".

There's nothing to be done.
There never has been. I've tried.

Ruth,
you're the only one I can turn to.

Look into Jim Coaver for me.

Reserve your judgment for now.

Of course. I know my role.

It's dependable Ruth.

I can live with that,

if I'm truly in your confidence.
But if I'm not...

I'll start on Coaver immediately.

Tariq, are we any closer
to finding out who's doing this?

I've worked through
one of the e-mail chains.

We have the root address, we can't
track them, but we can talk to them.

Can't we send them something
to find them?

I could hide a worm in a file,
slip it under their firewall.

Yeah, but we still need them
to open the file and send it
on again to trace it.

There's no reason they'd do that.

Unless we sent them
something they couldn't resist.

Uh-oh.

The Admiral has a plan.

You're threatening
the source with rendition,

black-site imprisonment
and withdrawing state medical care
from their children?

Yes, I thought that
was a nice touch.

We're running out of time. These
people are out to get us. Why not
give them the mother lode?

If he takes the bait, the worm
embeds, and we're in his computer.

This has an official seal on it.

If it doesn't lead us to them, they
can still publish it, and we've
made the situation ten times worse.

Our hands can't get much dirtier.
It'll just have to work.

I think it has.
They've sent the document on.

It's appearing on the web. The
worm should be burrowing as we speak.

Comms protocols are coming online...

I'm inside.

We have an IP address.

They're in...Okinawa...

Oslo, Honduras, Benin...
They're randomly hijacking IP
addresses. We can't trace them.

You're in their computer. Something
must tell us where they are.

No good. Everything's encrypted.

Wait. If we're in their computer, we
might be able to launch programs like
webcam drivers.

He pulled the plug.
Get that image back, now.

Running face recog.

Got it!

It's Victor Elliott.

Ex-MI5, ie, went private in
Iraq and started cutting corners...

so we closed him down.

Dirty tricks job.

He's set up a new company.

Office is in Battersea.
Have Erin meet me there.

Harry Pearce himself.

Back in the good books, eh?

I had one just like that.

Until it got stolen.

I didn't steal it, actually.

It was delivered to me
by an anonymous benefactor.

I just did the rest.

And a man is dead because of it.

That's on you.

You should've pulled the assets
the minute the news broke.

This is all a bit OTT.

Just because we shut down your
grubby little operation.

I can see why they knighted you.

I can't tell if you're lying...

or if you really don't know.

Don't know what?

My operation in Iraq was clean.

But we still got
put out of business.

Then three months later, another
company wins all my old contracts.

The company happens to be advised by
the husband of a very charming lady

who's very senior in the
British intelligence community.

What a wonderful story. Twists,
turns, even a hero we can root for.

But back to the matter in hand.

You're going to confess
that it was all a hoax.

You're going to state for the record
that John Grogan and Martha Forde
are not, nor ever were, MI5 assets.

Do that...and avoid prison.

Forget it. The alternative is,
you're tried as an accessory
to the m*rder of John Grogan.

You'll never make that stick.

Quite certain of that, are you?

PHONE RINGS

I'm delighted to report that Victor
Elliott has had his road to Damascus
moment. Check the web.

'He's confessed
he made the whole thing up.'

It's already coming through.
'Sadly, it's not all good news.'

He insists
he didn't steal our laptop.

Says it was gifted
by persons unknown.

'So he's a stooge.
Someone wanted to hurt us,'

knew Elliott had a grudge,
they let him do their dirty work.

Which makes identifying them
a priority.

What did you get on Jim Coaver?

Well, nothing yet. If you
could give me more to go on...

'I have faith in you, Ruth.'

What did you make of
his tale of skulduggery in the
higher reaches of the service?

Sounds kind of plausible. You?

I'm sure every word
of it is true.

So what do we do?

We'll keep that
for a rainy day, shall we?

Harry.

We should talk.

The analyst. She is missing.
Ran when her file was published.

Right past me, in fact.

How do you explain that?

I have no idea. She is a spy.

My personal files were stolen
less than half an hour
before she disappeared.

But...without hard proof, we
don't have to make a scandal of it.

We want this partnership to succeed.

However, we must be able
to sit at the negotiating table
and not look like fools.

What are you driving at, Ilya?

We can leave it there...
as long as there's no proof.

Cut links with your spy.
Destroy her records.

Make sure the story holds.

I hate loose ends, Harry.

The analyst, she is a loose end.

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to ask you to... I know.

Dimitri. Martha Forde's gone.

Send someone over to her house
and inform the airports.

I'll call you back.

Martha, it wasn't safe
for you to leave here.

You went back for it?

Is it over?

It's over.

We recovered the computer.
The whole story was a hoax.

Well, can I go back to work?

No. The Russians still suspect you...

Hoax or not, you still went AWOL
when the file was published.

That's... That's hard to explain.

So what happens next?

Here...

It's all we could raise without
going through official channels.

You're burning me?!

The Russians are watching.

If they detect a link between you and
us, it'll confirm their suspicions.

It is better for you
if we just break all contact now.

Better for me, or better for you?

You'll be safer this way. Trust me.

You've worn that word out, Karen.

You're telling me I'll be safer
without your protection!

That is an impressive double...

If you live a normal life
from now on, they'll leave you alone.

What's to stop them coming
after me if what you say is wrong?

You lied to me,

you put me in danger.
I've lost my job...

and now you're leaving me
to the mercy of the people
I've been spying on for years?!

There is another option.

I could tell everyone the truth.
You signed the Official Secrets Act.

You tell the truth
and you'll go to prison.

I went back to get your intel.

I... I wanted to put
everything right.

No-one asked you to.

You promised you'd protect me!

I'm sorry.

Three years, Karen!
I've risked everything for you!

My name's not Karen,

and I don't know who you are.

Ne'er saw I, never felt,
a calm so deep.

There's still a CIA man
who can quote Wordsworth.

Perhaps everything is going
to be all right after all.

Yeah, I thought it was Springsteen.

Thank you for coming, Jim.

You followed the intel leak we had,
I take it?

Yeah.

Responsibility for the theft is
still unresolved.

We've been unable to trace them.

This is the only image we have.

Wondered if you'd be good enough
to run it through your databases?

As of today, intelligence-sharing
protocols between the US
and the UK are under review.

The chiefs are too worried about
your situation with the Russians.

I'd bank on that being permanent,
if this deal goes through.

Still looking
for our laptop thieves?

If Elliott didn't steal it, who did?

If you tell me to go home, I'll
just set up a secure connection
there and run this all night.

Go home.

Are you so nerdy
you don't like the taste of beer?

I could blow a week's wages
and buy us one.

Talk you through
the basics of data encryption.

Nah. I'm working from home tonight.
Geeking it up. Later in the week?

If I can fit you in, pal.

Don't get mugged on the way home.

I burnt Martha Forde.

Calum's analysing the data she got.

What are your feelings about whisky?

I don't have any. Feelings, I mean.

About whisky.

My instructor told me
something when I was in training.

There are two kinds of
sacrifice that spies have to make.

First...

is to give yourself completely.

Risk our lives.

I know you've accepted that.

The second is more difficult.

The sacrifice of others.

To ask people we care about...

..to give themselves completely.

To send them
to their possible deaths.

I've ruined the lives
of people I care about.

It's part of what we do.

Not many have the strength
to do what you did today,

in pursuit of a goal that...

seemingly disappeared.

You could be one of them,

the brightest and the best.

I hope so.

Erm, I better get going.

If my daughter wakes up and I'm not
there, she can't sleep.

She's five, isn't she?

Yes.

You have two kids, right?

You know, I don't agree with you.

I don't think
you have to give everything.

I think you can have a normal life,

a family, and do this.

I have to believe that.

Requesting a secure
point-to-point connection

from home
to my Thames House terminal.

Yeah. Masood, Tariq.

Hello, baby.

Where did you come from?

Emergency contact. I need to
speak to Harry Pearce, Section D.

No, now! Right now!

Identification code
Green-6-1-double...

I'll call back, one second...

What?

No.

No!

PHONE RINGS

Pearce. 'Switchboard here, sir.

'We received a partial emergency
contact a few minutes ago from
one of your team. Tariq Masood?'

Partial? 'He rang off, didn't give
a complete identification code.

'We confirmed the call
was from his phone,

'but that phone has since gone dark.'

Get a team to his house immediately.

Sorry... Sorry...

Where to, guv?

Millbank.

HE GASPS

Tariq?

Tariq! What is it?

What's happened? Tariq?

sh*t!

Tariq!

Can you hear me?

Tariq, stay with me.
Stay with me!

Tariq!


scan picked up a trace reading

of a small but powerful
amount of radioactive material.

John Douglas Grier,
anarchist and anti-capitalist.

He has experience with expl*sives.
We anticipate a dirty b*mb.

One day, you'll bring me
some good news.

Tariq was trawling CCTV
the night he died,

looking for the people
who stole our laptop.

If Coaver tricked Elena
into thinking he was you,

we need to consider that he was
involved in the hit on Gavrik.

Any nuclear threat takes
automatic precedence.

Every action is its own message.

The attack's underway.

Please don't do this to me!

Control, I'm not going to make this!