Devs (2020) s01e02 Episode Script

The moment my daughter was taken from me it was as if I was instantly placed into two concurrent states.
In one I had a full understanding that Amaya was gone.
There was no doubt.
No hope.
No holding onto anything.
No going back.
Just the certainty of her death.
In the other, I had no comprehension of her death.
It was an impossible thing.
An implausible thing.
Absurd.
Vast.
Meaningless.
Untrue.
It wasn't just that they were contradictory states.
They were absolute states.
Each was complete in itself, leaving no room for the other.
But I held them both.
And still do.
There was nothing anyone could say to me.
There's nothing I can say to you.
What I can offer is my duty of care.
You can talk to me at any time.
You can call me at any time.
You have no professional obligations that you need to fulfill.
Your job and your income are secure, and it will stay that way for as long as you need it to.
Thank you.
Can I go? Can I go home? Yeah.
Of course.
No.
I spoke to his mother.
I think they're going to come out.
No, Mom.
I I really don't want to come to Hong Kong.
Yes, obviously.
It's awful.
But Of course I have friends.
Mom, I haven't even spoken to those guys since high school.
Please don't start I have friends.
And they're taking care of me.
In fact, I'm with them right now.
Staying with me.
Yes.
Okay.
Bye.
Fuck! Fuck.
I died.
- What the fuck? - Let me in.
Now, Jamie.
You need to not talk for a moment and just listen to me.
I'm sorry we broke up.
I'm sorry it hurt you.
It hurt me too.
And one day, we can talk it through.
But right now, right now, I need you to move past it.
Earlier today I watched Sergei burn himself to death.
What? He walks off the Amaya campus two days ago and disappears.
Totally vanishes.
Twenty-four hours later, he walks back on the campus, covers himself in gasoline, and sets himself on fire.
- He killed himself? - Yes.
And it makes no fucking sense.
On this phone, there is a Sudoku game.
Except, I think it's not a Sudoku game.
And it's password protected.
It is the one thing I have that might be able to give me an explanation about what happened.
And I have one try left to break it.
Or it wipes.
Okay.
Okay.
You're right.
- About what? - It's not a Sudoku game.
It's a messaging app.
And it's Russian.
And it's state.
In origin, anyway.
How do you know? Because it's talking to a server in Kazakhstan and I recognize sections of the code.
There are a few different versions out there, but this one is pretty old.
But old is good.
Shit-load easier for me to open up.
This is I don't know, three or four years out of date? Which is weird, because Sergei was a top-level coder.
But Well, I guess it's like heart surgeons who smoke, or something.
I don't understand.
Uh He didn't update.
Or his handlers didn't update.
- And you've always got to update.
- "His handlers"? Lily, come on.
If If this is Russian state, your guy was like Like what? A spy or something.
Industrial espionage.
Can you open it? I think so.
But there is a risk.
If it's more modern than I think, there might be some embedded security that I can't see, which I might trigger and then lose everything.
Do it.
Are you sure? Yes.
Just do it.
Okay, it worked.
We're in.
Jesus.
Jamie, I need to read it alone.
Yeah.
I understand.
I reset the password so you can get back in with this.
Thank you.
You can leave by the front door, if you like.
Really ought to quit.
I wouldn't bother.
It'll make no difference.
Still.
So The coroner's report will take a while, but the police are convinced that the kid was a suicide.
They've got a body, they've got documentary evidence of the act.
This is over.
Except for the girl.
It's not over for her.
Emotionally, you mean.
- Yeah.
- Yes.
But that will pass.
It just takes time.
Hasn't for you.
Sir, you've got more money than God.
You think I care about money? - You did once.
- Yes.
But now I don't.
I was going to say, you've got more money than God, and you live in dust.
Aspic.
So I should buy a bigger house? Well, I'm not saying that, but baby steps.
Do something.
Buy a new car.
That thing's a piece of shit.
You could get an electric.
Think of the environment.
But I don't think of the environment.
I understand what you're saying, Kenton.
But I'm not holding on to the past.
I'm actually letting go of it.
- Your tram lines.
- Ours.
Right.
Good night, sir.
Good night, Kenton.
Come on, baby.
Don't do that.
- What did he do? - Called it "baby".
Oh, well, he can't help it.
He's the era that doesn't know.
Say what? You're the era that doesn't know.
That one says stupid shit and gets stuff wrong.
You're the fucking era that doesn't know.
Your era doesn't know shit.
All so fucking political.
All so woke.
But you don't know shit about history, you don't know shit about art, you don't know shit about music.
So you don't know shit about politics.
So you aren't woke.
You're comatose.
I don't know shit about music? Please.
Listen to a lot of Bach? A lot of Coltrane? - No.
- Then shut the fuck up.
Stewart.
Just don't call it baby.
Hey.
It's happening.
Yeah, baby.
My name is Anton.
Sergei worked for you.
Since he was an undergraduate in Moscow.
And you work for Russian intelligence.
Yes.
You are frightened and confused.
But at least where I am concerned, you should fear nothing.
I have no interest in hurting you.
In fact, my reason for meeting is to protect you.
I don't believe you.
At all.
Even your name.
And his.
I understand.
You now doubt Sergei.
Everything about him.
But he loved you.
And you loved him.
You knew him.
The point here is that I didn't know him.
Don't be ridiculous.
Of course you knew him.
Maybe not every single thing.
Every secret.
But you knew him.
I'm married.
I have a wife and three children.
They know nothing about my work.
Does this mean I love them any less? No.
I want you to consider something.
I want you to consider that Sergei had a good reason for doing what he did.
It might be a good reason for you too.
- What does that mean? - Why are we standing here now? Because you hacked Sergei's phone and contacted me.
Do you think anyone would do that? I don't.
You're very resourceful.
Very brave.
I'm not going to work for you.
I just want to understand why Sergei killed himself.
Okay.
Then understand this.
In my profession, when a colleague commits suicide, the first thing I say to myself is, they did not commit suicide.
I saw CCTV footage.
He covered himself in fuel.
Then lit it.
That's what you saw.
But hold on to what you know.
Did Sergei feel as if he was going to commit suicide? Was your life together happy or sad? Hold on to the fact that he loved you and you loved him.
You're telling me he was murdered.
I have no doubt.
The CCTV film Is fake.
You contacted me because you wanted an answer.
Here is an answer: Sergei's job was to infiltrate Devs.
He did it.
Something happened.
He was killed.
If that answer is sufficient, walk away.
Continue with your life.
If that's not enough, you are going to have to work with me.
Sergei's phone is wiped.
If you want to contact me again, put a sign in your bedroom window.
The chair you have there.
Where you put clothes.
Don't feel invaded.
Nobody has a private life anymore.
If you move the chair away from the window, I will contact you.
You should.
That's just fucking great.
I don't fucking believe this.
Aren't we all missing the point? The fact is, that our variances are now so small that we can make a 2,000-year backward projection.
- No one's missing the point.
- Yeah.
Stewart is.
Jesus! Again: we made a 2,000-year projection! Where's the happy smiles? Where's the champagne? We should be bathing in it.
It was a fuzzy projection.
It's unreliable.
Holy shit.
Listen to yourself.
It was a fucking miracle! No, Stewart.
You want to talk about the point? That's the point.
It's not a miracle.
And it needs to be.
We're not chasing a Nobel Prize here.
The irony is that despite our quantum computing, our problem is binary.
It either succeeds totally, or it doesn't.
Anything outside total is not total.
Well then the problem is not binary.
It's reality.
If you want total accuracy, zero variance, then a heuristic approach is never going to work.
You're literally going to need a computer the size of the universe.
One qubit per particle.
Good fucking luck with that.
That may actually be true.
No.
It isn't true.
Why? Because I know we're going to do better.
Would that be, "I know we're going do better? Or "I know we're going to do better.
" He's just saying, have a little faith, Stewart.
In ourselves.
That's all.
Okay.
Hey, can you guys give me a moment? You're right, you did great work.
And yes, you earned a bath in champagne, if that's what you want.
Tell accounting I okayed it.
But Yeah.
I need a moment alone.
Of course.
Let's go.
Hey, man.
You got a smoke? Erm No.
You waiting for someone? Uh-huh.
- Is it Lily? Is it? - Jesus Christ.
Yes.
You're wasting your time, man.
She's already got a guy.
- A Russkie.
- Yeah.
Thanks I don't blame you for trying, though, man.
She is cute.
I'm not trying, man.
Well I guess I'm gonna stretch my legs a little, you know.
- Evening constitutional.
- Sure.
Got to stay fit man, got to stay healthy.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Can we just talk? For a couple of minutes? You want to come in? - The place has changed a bit.
- Yeah.
It's nice.
You want to sit? I'm going to get a drink.
- Can I get you anything? - No.
I'm good, thanks.
Was it that you wanted to know what was on the messaging app? Err No.
I don't.
Really.
That's something between you and him.
Obviously, I hope it was what you wanted to see.
It wasn't.
Okay.
So what was it you wanted to talk about? Well I had this crazy thought.
And it got me worried.
Then I couldn't stop thinking about it.
It's just I know you.
You do stuff.
The stuff other people only think about, you go right ahead and do it.
And I suddenly realized: Lily won't just read the messages on the app.
She might actually use the app.
To contact whoever's on the other end.
Like I said, I know you.
Yeah.
You know me.
So I wanted to talk you out of it.
I don't think that would be a good idea.
I agree.
It wouldn't be a good idea.
Really? Yeah.
- So don't worry about it.
- Okay.
I mean, I knew I was probably over-thinking.
But that That's good.
Are you okay, Lils? Under the circumstances.
Yeah.
Under the circumstances.
All right.
Well, that was it, I guess.
Maybe I'll see you in another couple of years.
But so it's said, if you need to, if you want help of any sort, you can, you can contact me.
I'm not expecting anything back.
I just It's just an offer to help.
- Thank you, Jamie.
- It's cool.
No.
Jamie.
I mean it.
And I mean cool.
See you.
Bye.
Aw, man You look glum, brother.
You struck out, huh? I tried to warn you.
If I give you 10 bucks, will you never speak to me again? Okay.
I just have a 20.
- Here.
- Oh, man! Thank you, brother.
This is like the best deal Oops.
I already broke the terms of our arrangement, man.
.
Exactly that kind of unprofessionalism led me to a life on the streets.
Hey! My lips are sealed, man! Silencio! Okay? Silencio! Hey.
Ivan.
Anton.
Okay.
I just wanted to have a no-bullshit conversation with you.
If that's okay.
Yes.
That's okay.
Great.
So, I don't exactly know who you are, but I know what you are.
I know you tried to get your boy to pull off some industrial espionage.
It was a long game, but it didn't work.
I shut it down.
And now you're going to try again.
On the short game, with the girl.
But it's not going to work with her either.
I'll shut her down, too.
You know I will.
And she's just a kid.
Just a bright kid.
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong boyfriend.
An innocent.
You remember what they are, right? I remember.
So how about it? I'm saying, one professional to another can you let this go? Please.
This is a no-bullshit conversation? Have I bullshitted up till now? Yes, you have.
You said I should back off my investigation for the life of an innocent girl.
- And? - You don't care about the girl.
You're just using her as leverage.
And then your strange private tech company can continue its strange private project, totally unobserved.
Standard American double-speak.
You people so love to sound straightforward.
Straight-talkers.
Straight-shooters.
Because it gives you the cover of virtue while you lie.
How's that for no bullshit, Joe? Kenton.
I know.