Spooks s02e03 Episode Script
Spiders
(Tyres squealing) If we can get fully funded, we can have portable IT centres like this one in your area - What's going on? - Didn't you get a letter from the borough? Damn it! We're the clearance team.
Everybody, there is blue asbestos in the building.
Everyone out.
Move, move! Out! RF to Control.
We're inside.
What's going on? - Fun and games.
- (Modem bleeping) - Murder In The Dark.
- I need Pakistan online now.
The satellite feed is scrambled.
Control to Reaction Force, everything's corrupted.
Two officers in danger.
Proceed at your discretion.
- Yeah, that's right.
- OK.
Several PCs.
- Looks like regular ISDN feeds.
- Danny (Danny) 'Sam.
' You told me to watch and learn.
I can't watch from outside.
- Systems still down here.
- Tell Danny to hurry! Found it! It's yanking files right off our system.
(Sam) 'Break the connection.
' - Just pull the line out! - Pulling the connection.
- Check for traps.
- (Danny) 'lt'll take time.
' - Just break the connection! - Tread gently.
Control, I'm going to break the connection.
Back on.
Where are they? Control to Anthony Cleopatra? - (Bleeping) - (Sam) What have we done? Countdowns are not good.
Go, go.
Run! Please respond.
(High-pitched buzzing) Ow! Shit! (Buzzing fades out) Tom! Our people in Pakistan have vanished.
Those hackers have wiped two of our agents off the map.
So at 11:27 today, someone thrust a hand up our skirt.
Our Thames House mainframe was hacked into remotely.
Systems contaminated in seconds.
Dozens of archive files were swiped.
We traced it to a community centre in Stoke Newington.
We triggered a high-frequency pulse that scrambled the offending PC - and left my fillings aching like hell.
- Meanwhile, they sent us this.
"Zeus spoke and nodded with his darkish brows "and immortal locks fell forward from the lord's deathless head, "and he made great Olympus tremble.
" The lliad, Homer.
8th century BC.
The quote's a threat.
Olympus was the seat of power in Ancient Greece.
Here it trembles.
So whoever they are, they want to bring us down.
- A little inflammatory, Ruth.
- You said it yourself, we've been raped! No, Harry said we were groped.
We weren't penetrated.
Ml5 has a website just like Marks and Spencer.
They broke in via that website, but didn't reach the Inner Sanctum.
Like letting off fireworks in the Houses of Parliament.
- Alarming, but no threat to the constitution.
- Work on that quote.
See what connections you can make, yeah? You three stay here.
I want to know what went wrong out there today.
Right.
I'm giving you a sound grilling.
Keep looking crestfallen.
Tell me when she's gone.
- She's gone.
- That woman works for GCHQ.
As far as she is concerned, this isn't a crisis, just a glitch.
- And is it? - No, it's a bloody crisis! A first strike at our operating systems.
Someone's going to war.
- Will she go to the top? - She's every right to.
We'll handle this at shop-floor level or the brass will be all over us.
I can keep Ruth busy here.
But if these hackers get in again Oh, right.
So tell me.
We were running a satellite trace on two field officers.
Operating tags Anthony and Cleopatra.
- The arms-trafficking gig? - Yeah.
This is the desert site just outside Nok Kundi, Western Pakistan.
They were infiltrating an illegal weapons fair.
The fair's security forces suddenly went apeshit.
Kalashnikovs started speaking and it all turned into no fun.
Our people were relying on us to guide them to a safe location.
(Woman, crackling) 'Control, this is Cleopatra.
Exchange of fire.
- 'Security forces engaged.
' - (Man) 'Hurry! ' - (Woman) 'Please advise.
We must leave! ' - (Gunshot) When the hackers got in, the satellite link went down.
When we got back online we'd lost them.
Harry, erm You know Rebecca's getting married next month We're on a security clampdown! Operating tags only, please.
Sorry.
Erm Anthony and Cleopatra have been out there a long time.
- They're depending on us.
- Any suggestions? They've either gone to ground or they're in the ground.
If these sods hack into the Inner Sanctum, every operative will suffer the same fate.
Ml5 will be powerless, as will this country.
Digicam footage from the IT fair.
This is the only face match.
Gordon Blaney, 49.
Born Sunderland.
Socialist Party member since '76.
Was once active for the SFM.
- The SFM? - The Socialist Freedom Movement supports the underclass through sabotage, extortion and now acts of computer waffare.
Membership runs into the hundreds and they are well funded.
They detest New Labour - a "presidential government" to be dismantled along with its bodies.
Us included.
We've been expecting something from them for a while, but nothing so effective.
They first came to our notice when we infiltrated the NUM during the miners' strike.
The SFM saw it as stage one of a national revolution.
Four months ago, the Home Office received an unofficial email.
It talks in poetic terms about a new hi-tech offensive.
And about "blinding the lidless eye of State tyranny.
" That's us.
So they want revenge.
I've been building bridges with SFM's newspaper Red Cry, posing as a freelance journalist.
(Tom) Sales profits go into SFM coffers.
SFM operatives contact each other through the paper, et cetera.
I'm angling for Red Cry editor James Crow to get me in touch with SFM soldiers.
Where does Gordon Blaney feature? Blaney teaches history and IT at Highdale Second School.
Has a glowing record helping bring computers to inner cities.
Here he is again.
Taken at the Industrial Summit in Leeds last summer.
He was never arrested.
Unlike this in Nottingham.
One of the captains for the SFM.
Used the miners' struggle to push civil disobedience.
This man is suspected of throwing a nail bomb into a police car, and is one of two men suspected of GBH on a WPC in Bolton in '85.
(Tom) We tapped his phone line.
(Blaney) 'Yeah, they got burnt today, I saw them.
' (Line crackles) 'Shit, I'm not talking to you on this line.
' So we have a vicious anarchist handing out pamphlets yards from a computer hacking into Ml5.
We bug his work, his home, his entire life, but, oh, so carefully, people.
He's our best lead and I don't want him bolting.
Jane Graham, 25.
Born in Slough.
We're just penning your references now.
You start class straight away.
English curriculum - Years 8 to 10.
Everything from Chaucer to Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.
- Tom, I'm not a teacher.
- Well, you're not a canoeist, but you had a canoeing accident last summer in France.
- What's the problem, Zoe? - Tonight, I'm going to see a friend and I have to be Emma the legal secretary.
Tomorrow, I have to be Jane the canoeing English teacher.
- You're Zoe Reynolds, Ml5 officer.
- Don't spin me that.
You hated lying to Ellie.
We have to know what Blaney is planning.
- Bring him in.
- And send the rest of them into hiding? - Tom, it's a honeytrap and it's naff.
- Naff can work.
One day, I'm going to get a bump on the head and all of these people will get fused in my psyche.
I'll be one hell of a schizophrenic.
Jane should have just come out of a relationship.
It makes her vulnerable.
Might appeal to him.
All right, Ray? How's tricks? I got something for you.
Went down in Stoke Newington yesterday.
Word is it's massive.
There was some sort of raid by security services.
Ml5 trying to seize a load of computers.
- I heard something.
- Thing is, how did you? I've got a mole in the Home Office, says the SFM are back and declaring war.
- Should I be making a connection? - I gotta get on.
Ray you could have gone to the broadsheets with something like that.
But you didn't.
You know where my heart lies, man.
- Hey.
- So what did you say to the articles clerk? That pig.
I hid all his floppy discs in plant pots all over the building.
At the bank, I'm the sort to let things fester.
- I don't open up very well.
- I didn't notice.
That's because I want to share with you.
- Is that stupid? - No.
No it's very honest.
You're on edge tonight.
Are you OK? It's not you, all right? I have to work.
- Really? - I'm sorry I'm such lousy company.
You can tell me anything.
- Good night, Carlo.
- Good night, Emma.
I pulled a man's eyeball out today.
- I work for the Government.
- Then I pushed it back in again.
- Ml5.
- Ooh.
I'm not some tosser trying to impress you.
I'm serious.
You have a very sexy frown.
I can tell you because they've checked you and you're clean.
- They haven't seen me after a 36-hour shift.
- The truth.
My name is Tom Quinn and I'm an officer for Her Majesty's Secret Service.
How do you feel about what I've told you? I read a book about the Secret Service once.
You all wear the same colour tie.
- I suppose you're stuck behind a desk.
- No, it's not all paperwork.
- It can be dangerous.
- So's wrestling someone on mescaline onto an examination trolley.
I don't want people dating "Vicky the doctor".
Do you want people dating "Tom the Secret Service man"? I don't want anyone dating Tom except you.
I want to taste you.
This guy James Crowe, I think he's close to letting me in.
You know, I should make it easy on myself like you.
- What? - You're going for Sam.
- Going for her? - She's pretty.
- Convenient because she's cleared.
- Hold on, Sam's not I'm not going We haven't Look, you're in a scratchy mood and I'm going to get some shuteye.
You're meant to be testing me.
Please? Don't take long.
I'm working the dawn shift.
Blaney's classroom that way.
Staff room that way.
No running in the corridors! (Alarm) (Colin) They're attacking us again.
- What are they doing? - They're scanning, looking for weaknesses.
- Firewall is holding.
- Running a trace.
Apple, this is Control.
- Any sign of movement at Blaney's? - 'Negative.
All quiet here.
' They're toying with us and they want us to know it.
We have to limit entry routes.
Shut down all nonessential systems.
Zoe had better get us something on Blaney and quick.
(Children shouting) You loser! - All right, guv'nor? - Is your supervisor in there? - It's jolly stuffy in here, sir.
- Accent's a bit Bow Bells, Anton.
Righty-ho.
Point taken.
Right, where is she? (Photocopier whirring) Erm Mr Harrow's mug, I'm afraid.
- Oh, right, sorry.
Which one do I use? - You bring your own.
- 'Morning.
' - (Blaney) 'Hello.
' - We're on.
- (Zoe) 'Bring your own mug.
' - They don't tell you that at training college.
- That's teachers for you.
Left-wing for life, fascists in the staff room.
(Laughs) - Supply, yes? - Yes.
Qualified six months ago.
Jane Graham.
I teach English.
- Gordon Blaney.
I'm history.
- (Bell) Better get going.
Good luck.
Thanks.
- Year 10? - Yes, miss.
Right, so Sorry.
If we could just bring the noise down just a notch.
(Noisy chatter continues) So, erm What do we think of the protagonist in in Great Expectations? There's a very good word.
Protagonist.
'Can anybody tell me what that means? ' You with the headphones, would you mind? Thank you.
Er Anybody? - Give me an Afghan drugs deal any day.
- I think she's splendid.
(School bell) - Oh! - They want to - Sorry.
I made you jump.
- That's OK.
I was just going to say, they want to learn, most of them, they just don't know how.
There's some, like that new kid Peter, who won't connect with anything.
- Daunting first day? - Oh, yes.
Could do with a drink, actually.
In fact there's a nice bar on the High Street.
- I could do with some inside advice.
- From an old lag? I'm sorry.
I've got to stay late.
- Gimme a signal, Malcolm.
- We can't cover the IT room.
But we're observing a possible computer hacker.
The room's being refurbished.
We couldn't risk the decorators finding the bug.
OK, our man does something in the IT room.
God knows what.
He comes home late.
We pick up a good deal from our target mics outside.
He orders a pizza.
Plays Dire Straits, Alchemy - the live album.
- Was he working on his home PC? - We didn't pick up keyboard sounds.
At 8:26, he receives a phone call from James Crowe.
- (Blaney) 'I'm not talking to you on this line.
' - Hangs up.
- Blaney does the hack on Crowe's orders? - Probably.
Zoe? Forget the kids for five minutes.
Look, I had great teachers - Miss Forbes in particular.
She pushed me and she inspired me to get into Oxford.
That's why I'm here.
You're not a teacher.
You're an officer in the field.
To those children I'm a teacher.
I'll do my job, but don't just tell me to forget them.
If SFM destroy our security, we'll be as useless to this country as we were to Anthony and Cleopatra.
That means those kids' lives are in danger.
That means everyone's life is in danger.
So wear a tight sweater tomorrow.
- What? - I've been watching him all day.
He obviously fancies you.
We need to build on that connection.
Any particular sweater in mind? (Both) The blue one.
Fine.
(Zoe) Pip's childhood act has a massive effect on his adult life.
Can anybody tell me what he does? Anybody? Chloe? Who threw that? - It was you, wasn't it? - Me? Oh, whatever, Miss.
- I won't tolerate that behaviour.
Outside.
- Nah, you're joking.
Now.
I like your top, Miss.
- Does your boyfriend like it? - Out.
Have you got a boyfriend, Miss? I mean it.
- Can I be your boyfriend, Miss? - (Laughter) That's the way.
Can anybody tell me what he does? You OK, Jane? 'I forced a boy out of my class.
He was insolent.
Sneering.
'Upsetting the rest of them.
' But I should've been able to win him round.
Ah, yes.
That fairy-tale moment when the bad apple is turned by the power of our teaching.
- It's crap.
- I failed.
The bad kids control what the rest of the class thinks.
They choose how much of the lesson gets through.
'Ln a sense, they control the information.
' Brute force is an unwelcome ally.
You inflicted pain on the controlling factor for the benefit of the majority.
You don't have to feel good about it, but don't kid yourself it wasn't necessary.
(School bell) (Tom) Blaney's heading for IT.
This is Zoe's best chance to get into his room.
We've got a tiny problem.
He's heading back.
Bugger! Walk! Don't run! Go on! Go home! Everything all right? Yeah, I just found a couple of boys helping themselves to pens off of your desk.
- You might want to start locking that door.
- I do.
I thought I had.
I must've forgotten.
I'm glad I've bumped into you, actually.
I'm a bit bored of eating supper on my own.
Well, you're the nearest thing to a mate I've got in here.
- Take pity on the new girl? - I will.
It's just not tonight, if that's OK? You just let me know.
Aye.
Aye.
There's a lot of discontent out there, Ray.
And it's lasted a damn sight longer than one winter.
The old union men are back in the fray.
Our struggle has never been more important.
Our soldiers never more ambitious.
Soldiers? You mean the SFM? No wonder Ml5 are getting jumpy.
There's a man I'd like you to meet.
What man? Gordon Blaney.
SFM is back in business, Ray.
And those that tried to crush us will burn.
Sorry it's chilly.
The heating's computer controlled, so it's off.
We think Blaney's priming school computers for a hacking operation.
Tomorrow, he'll be with the SFM.
They're tub-thumping and want a journalist there - me.
If Danny thinks it's a lone cell, we swoop.
It doesn't make sense.
He's cynical and he's angry - but he cares.
I've seen it in him.
I mean He told me not to give up on the kids.
- And this man wants national anarchy? - Yes.
- Don't forget the nail bombs.
- Look, I've seen enough terrorists.
There's always humanity missing and there isn't with this man.
It's quite beguiling, isn't it, the simplicity of the outside world? Dinner bells, detentions, names on chipped coffee mugs.
- I just - I know.
You enjoyed being part of something ordinary.
I never lost sight of my objective, Harry.
My instincts tell me that Blaney's not as involved as we think.
And that's all I've got.
No, you have your instincts backed up by £12 billion of intelligence - intelligence which must be protected.
I'm not kidding you, James.
I'm bloody serious.
Look, I don't know if it's Special Branch but I'm being watched.
Right, William Wordsworth - one of the Romantic poets.
Can anybody tell me what the Romantic poets were all about? Anybody? Poetry's pretty boring, isn't it? - Chloe, you don't like poetry? - Not really.
- Not even romantic poetry? - Don't care, Miss.
Sorry.
OK.
Dido.
Got the case? Thank you.
Blaney's on the move.
He's left a class.
Where's he going? Malcolm? I've lost him.
"So you're with her and not with me "I hope she's sweet and so pretty "I hear she cooks delightfully" Dido has written a romantic poem.
She's complimenting an ex-boyfriend on his new lover.
Or is she? - Chloe? - No, she's not.
- Yeah, but she says this girl's great.
- She doesn't mean it.
"When you see her sweet smile, baby, don't think of me" Follow the logic running through this poem.
What's the theme? - Yes, Daniella? - Everything Dido's saying is like the opposite of what she means.
When she says, "Don't think of me," she really wants him to be thinking about her.
Exactly! Right I want you to write a love poem like Dido's.
Like you have to mean the opposite of what you're saying.
- Where are you going, Miss? - Er, just get writing.
I'm asking Mr Williams next door to listen out for you.
So if you play up, I'll know about it.
Believe me.
- (Tom) I don't like her being out of sight.
- D'you think it's a setup? Tom? Come on, son.
I got you a drink.
Go away.
(Malcolm) 'What's the deal out there? ' She's OK.
She's OK.
Pulling back.
OK, Peter, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
I never even looked at them.
I keep my head down and sometimes they don't notice you.
But this time they went for you? It's safer in here.
- Peter - My dad, he knows karate and self-defence.
He's gonna come down here and Jason Sweeney and that lot will wish they were dead! My dad'll sort it out.
Peter, we've a bit of a problem.
You see, if Mr Blaney and I are caught outside instead of in there teaching, we'll both be for it, won't we? I don't want to lose this job and go back to my old one.
You ever tried plucking chickens? There's no up side.
How about we both bunk off early and I'll give you a lift home? OK.
(Blaney) Good lad.
Hi, Mrs Ellis.
I'm Jane Graham.
I'm Peter's English teacher.
There was a bit of bother at school.
Have you got a minute? - It's not a good time.
- Right.
Is Peter's father at home? My dad works long hours, Miss.
I have to get on.
Thanks for bringing him home.
That's all right.
(Mobile phone) - Auntie Doris? - (Tom) 'We're about to raid Red Cry.
' I'm on my way.
(Danny) So where's this Gordon Blaney, then? I thought we had trust.
You want Blaney to be the spokesman for the SFM? That's what this is about? - Be quiet.
- If you guys are about to declare war, I'm the man to get your message into the nationals - Why the stud? - What? - I haven't seen you wear a stud before.
- Someone tell me he's worn a stud before.
- Definitely.
- Great.
We've got a paranoid.
- I've always worn one.
- He's clean, Johnny.
Look, you wanna see it? Make you happy? - What's this coating? - It's a cheap job off the market.
- Is it a bug? - It's just a cheap job off the market.
It's got Johnny's mind racing.
Stand by, all units.
Three vehicles evenly positioned.
- Peffect for triangulating target mics! - Come again? Control vehicle across the street! This is a damn setup! - Is he high or something? - We're not doing this! - Oh, come on! - We run a newspaper.
I thought you might like to interview an activist from the old days.
That's all.
I've changed my mind.
There's no job for you, mate.
Don't call again.
Shame.
Backup.
Could you place your hands on your head? Lmpound these computers.
It was just an ear stud, you paranoid twit! Jane! What? - I know I stand for everything that you hate - (Snorts) but I want you to help me, because it's important to everybody in this country.
At the IT fair, those "council workers" had Ml5 written all over them.
Crowe phones me from time to time.
Always wanting to recruit me - all that bollocks.
I told him what I'd seen.
- You told him you saw us get burned.
- But I didn't do the burning! I'm not involved in any of that stuff.
Then what's this? - School trip to Leeds? - What the hell's? No, that's not me.
That can't be me! You're setting me up! And the nail bombs? And that WPC in '85? You hacked into her, didn't you? - In a very real sense.
- Your bosses feed you crap, you wolf it down and come back for seconds! I charged a few riot shields and you decide I'm a psychopath! We know you were tampering with hard drives in the school.
- I was installing modems! - All right.
OK.
I want to know what you think, Gordon.
I think whoever's playing you is playing you good, cos you're not only barking up the wrong tree, you're in the wrong flaming forest! For the record - I teach! And I wasn't playing at it, "Jane".
I was doing it for real.
What's real for you, eh? Do any of you people know what reality is? Thank you.
I won't need you any more.
- Then what about this week's? - Under the newspaper.
Night.
Oh, and don't forget, if you say a word to anyone, I can make it so you won't even be able to get a library card.
(Man) You're doing great, Noah.
- Bypass the trunk codes.
- I can't get past this firewall.
There's nothing that Ml5 can build that my boy can't get over.
What can you tell me about this defence system? Think carefully.
It attacks foreign codes, like white blood cells in the body.
- Excellent.
- So, er So if we send in a decoy code, then maybe their system will attack it and leave a hole somewhere - for us to slip through.
- That's my boy! (Alarm) What is it? The firewall's under attack.
I'm looking for weaknesses - Found one! - Isolate.
Don't let them in, Colin! - I can't get through.
- Ten seconds! - Wait - Five There's a bypass for internal phone lines.
Three two one The Angel of Death is over us.
We're in their mainframe - as close as we'll ever get to the Inner Sanctum without access to their own computers.
- Let's start the ball rolling.
- You bet, Dad.
- Not again! It's not possible! - 94.
What number does Blaney live at? Er 26.
- Come on, folks! Anyone? - Number 94.
- Maybe the SFM numbered their agents.
- Zoe, get on it.
Periodic Table.
(All) kissed a fella, by mistake she kissed a snake! How many doctors does she need? One, two, three, four - (Crackling) - Shit! - How high? - 60, 70 grams.
Radioactive as hell.
Danny, the school's a radioactive hot zone.
We need to evac to two clicks.
Pull everyone out at once! (School bell) - It's Chernobyl out there! - I can't leave! (Hiss of oxygen tanks) (Rapid clicking) A Geiger scrambler.
This beauty confuses scintillation counters.
Makes them read like hot potatoes.
Where did you get this? Dissident CIA? Eastern Europe? Toys "R" Us? You can't play dumb, Gordon, you were in that shed.
Not alone.
(Father) Find their Inner Sanctum codes? Yeah, they made it easy.
The terminals were still on.
"We have access to every part of you.
Even the Inner Sanctum.
"We will now download everything.
We will expose your dirty secrets.
"Your people will be free.
Olympus will crumble.
Good riddance.
" Hello? Clearing you now.
Cleopatra's on the squawk box.
(Woman, crackling) 'Cleopatra to control.
Do you read me? ' Cleopatra, after two days we thought we'd lost you! 'I'm alive, but I'm the only one.
Anthony's dead.
- 'Please advise ' (Distortion) - We're having technical difficulties.
- What do we do? - Nothing! We're sitting ducks.
This is it! - Zoe.
- 'Tom.
' - Peter was at the IT fair, but - 'I'm already there.
' On my way.
- Anything at all? - They'll be in the Inner Sanctum in minutes.
- Then they can start wiping us out.
- 'Control! ' Sit tight, Cleopatra, and observe radio silence.
You're on your own for now.
(Bleeping) Pip's an idiot.
His whole life is controlled by the will of this rotten convict.
What are the spiders doing, Peter? (Peter) They carry binary information.
Once they're all assembled, they'll wipe you out.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
You never know what might happen.
And my name's Noah Gleeson, by the way.
I've been the one in charge.
(Alarm) "Zeus spoke and nodded with his darkish brows.
" Yes? - What? - In the original translation, "The son of Kronos spoke and nodded with his darkish brow.
" Kronos was a powefful Titan, but his son, Zeus, became even more powefful.
- It's a reference to a powefful child.
- And I was worried! I thought seeing as you were interested in this boy Look, Put it all together - Greece, Titans, Kronos, spiders, - fathers and sons and you get something.
- What? This is an old surveillance recording.
It's from a farmhouse in Greece a mountain place near the Albanian border called Titan's Reach.
(Noah, sobbing) 'The web! 'You've ruined it! You've ruined it! ' That was Noah Gleeson, recorded with a surveillance mic outside the farmhouse.
Noah Gleeson, son of Victor Gleeson.
You've been leading us astray.
Why? Why not? What else is there to do? Victor Gleeson was our man in Athens.
Only relative - his son, Noah.
They had apartments in the Embassy compound.
- You'd heard of Noah, hadn't you, Danny? - Boy was a computer genius.
- Destined for great things.
- He worshipped his father.
Victor's cover was working for the Embassy, but he was working undercover with Albanian terrorists.
Well, he slipped up somehow.
And they kidnapped him and Noah They'll rescue us, Noah! Cheer up, my boy.
(Shouting in Albanian) Noah! (Harry) 'We wanted to go in, but we were afraid of hurting the boy.
' (Victor choking and gasping) - (Gunshot) - (Harry) 'Victor was killed.
' But we escaped.
Dad and I got away.
We've been controlling everything.
We've been hacking into you for months, setting you up big-time.
You set up Gordon Blaney, too, didn't you? We found him on the old police records.
Teacher who'd been in trouble - peffect! We rigged the computer at the IT fair.
We knew you'd go for him.
I'd already cheated myself a place at Highdale.
We knew you'd put an officer in the school.
But more, more than that You knew we'd surround the area with surveillance - computers tapping to the heart of the Grid.
So you were so smart that you got hold of all this amazing stuff and then What, you used it to attack us? My dad could've been killed because of Ml5! And just because their stupid plan went wrong, they don't even want to know him! He's a hero! And I'm doing this for you, too, you know.
They don't care about you.
You're just a gadget like the Geiger scrambler.
Soon all the agents around the world can come home.
Zoe, the kid's dad was killed and he blames us.
He's in a psychotic state.
Go slow with him.
Noah - if you take those files and expose all our officers, then who's to say what happened to your father won't happen to them? My dad got away! They will, too.
Oh, God, Noah! You're wrong! We've got an agent trapped in the desert because of this.
She's lost, alone and totally cut off from everything because of you.
- Bring her home, then.
- We can't bring her home.
- Well, I didn't send her, did I? - No, you didn't send her.
She chose to go.
Like your father chose to go to Greece and chose to work for Ml5.
Spiders are ready.
Noah, you've done an incredible thing.
But I know that you don't want to see good people die.
Noah, help me bring her home.
Noah! Don't be scared.
You've done all you can.
- Mission aborted.
- (Zoe) Let us bring her home.
No choice, mate.
Cleopatra, this is Control.
I can give you safe house coordinates now! (Burst of static) (Cleopatra) 'Thank God! Thank God! ' (Zoe) 'What about Blaney? ' (Tom) 'He's been relocated with our apologies.
' He gets book tokens, I think.
It's amazing.
We spend billions against the drug cartels and the Iraqis, and yet we're almost brought down by one pathologically traumatised child genius.
(Zoe) That boy absorbed everything Victor knew.
- It's a wonder his head didn't explode.
- It did.
Blaney asked me what was real for us - the games, the role-playing.
We have no anchorage in our lives.
Where do we run except inside ourselves? Time to go.
Don't think of me.
You see, you always knew where you were with a public-school traitor.
Just look for the 16-year-old pipe-smoking sodomite with a copy of EM Forster under his arm.
He was Victor Gleeson's son, so make sure he gets the very best of everything.
Poor, poor boy.
Mate in 32.
You haven't looked at me in days.
You don't have to make your mind up now about whether it's worth the risk.
I've made up my mind.
Just remember the spider, my boy.
When her web is destroyed, what does she do? She spins a new one even more beautiful, even more complex.
And she catches many flies.
- $20 billion has gone missing in Moscow.
- Put an officer in.
Jazza! Josh at Bowman.
(Man) 'She is a bad woman! ' Bowman handles government accounts.
Just do what you're told.
- Things are becoming murderous.
- Money laundering? Why not? - Tell Danny to get friendly with her.
- 'Does Downing Street want to know? '
Everybody, there is blue asbestos in the building.
Everyone out.
Move, move! Out! RF to Control.
We're inside.
What's going on? - Fun and games.
- (Modem bleeping) - Murder In The Dark.
- I need Pakistan online now.
The satellite feed is scrambled.
Control to Reaction Force, everything's corrupted.
Two officers in danger.
Proceed at your discretion.
- Yeah, that's right.
- OK.
Several PCs.
- Looks like regular ISDN feeds.
- Danny (Danny) 'Sam.
' You told me to watch and learn.
I can't watch from outside.
- Systems still down here.
- Tell Danny to hurry! Found it! It's yanking files right off our system.
(Sam) 'Break the connection.
' - Just pull the line out! - Pulling the connection.
- Check for traps.
- (Danny) 'lt'll take time.
' - Just break the connection! - Tread gently.
Control, I'm going to break the connection.
Back on.
Where are they? Control to Anthony Cleopatra? - (Bleeping) - (Sam) What have we done? Countdowns are not good.
Go, go.
Run! Please respond.
(High-pitched buzzing) Ow! Shit! (Buzzing fades out) Tom! Our people in Pakistan have vanished.
Those hackers have wiped two of our agents off the map.
So at 11:27 today, someone thrust a hand up our skirt.
Our Thames House mainframe was hacked into remotely.
Systems contaminated in seconds.
Dozens of archive files were swiped.
We traced it to a community centre in Stoke Newington.
We triggered a high-frequency pulse that scrambled the offending PC - and left my fillings aching like hell.
- Meanwhile, they sent us this.
"Zeus spoke and nodded with his darkish brows "and immortal locks fell forward from the lord's deathless head, "and he made great Olympus tremble.
" The lliad, Homer.
8th century BC.
The quote's a threat.
Olympus was the seat of power in Ancient Greece.
Here it trembles.
So whoever they are, they want to bring us down.
- A little inflammatory, Ruth.
- You said it yourself, we've been raped! No, Harry said we were groped.
We weren't penetrated.
Ml5 has a website just like Marks and Spencer.
They broke in via that website, but didn't reach the Inner Sanctum.
Like letting off fireworks in the Houses of Parliament.
- Alarming, but no threat to the constitution.
- Work on that quote.
See what connections you can make, yeah? You three stay here.
I want to know what went wrong out there today.
Right.
I'm giving you a sound grilling.
Keep looking crestfallen.
Tell me when she's gone.
- She's gone.
- That woman works for GCHQ.
As far as she is concerned, this isn't a crisis, just a glitch.
- And is it? - No, it's a bloody crisis! A first strike at our operating systems.
Someone's going to war.
- Will she go to the top? - She's every right to.
We'll handle this at shop-floor level or the brass will be all over us.
I can keep Ruth busy here.
But if these hackers get in again Oh, right.
So tell me.
We were running a satellite trace on two field officers.
Operating tags Anthony and Cleopatra.
- The arms-trafficking gig? - Yeah.
This is the desert site just outside Nok Kundi, Western Pakistan.
They were infiltrating an illegal weapons fair.
The fair's security forces suddenly went apeshit.
Kalashnikovs started speaking and it all turned into no fun.
Our people were relying on us to guide them to a safe location.
(Woman, crackling) 'Control, this is Cleopatra.
Exchange of fire.
- 'Security forces engaged.
' - (Man) 'Hurry! ' - (Woman) 'Please advise.
We must leave! ' - (Gunshot) When the hackers got in, the satellite link went down.
When we got back online we'd lost them.
Harry, erm You know Rebecca's getting married next month We're on a security clampdown! Operating tags only, please.
Sorry.
Erm Anthony and Cleopatra have been out there a long time.
- They're depending on us.
- Any suggestions? They've either gone to ground or they're in the ground.
If these sods hack into the Inner Sanctum, every operative will suffer the same fate.
Ml5 will be powerless, as will this country.
Digicam footage from the IT fair.
This is the only face match.
Gordon Blaney, 49.
Born Sunderland.
Socialist Party member since '76.
Was once active for the SFM.
- The SFM? - The Socialist Freedom Movement supports the underclass through sabotage, extortion and now acts of computer waffare.
Membership runs into the hundreds and they are well funded.
They detest New Labour - a "presidential government" to be dismantled along with its bodies.
Us included.
We've been expecting something from them for a while, but nothing so effective.
They first came to our notice when we infiltrated the NUM during the miners' strike.
The SFM saw it as stage one of a national revolution.
Four months ago, the Home Office received an unofficial email.
It talks in poetic terms about a new hi-tech offensive.
And about "blinding the lidless eye of State tyranny.
" That's us.
So they want revenge.
I've been building bridges with SFM's newspaper Red Cry, posing as a freelance journalist.
(Tom) Sales profits go into SFM coffers.
SFM operatives contact each other through the paper, et cetera.
I'm angling for Red Cry editor James Crow to get me in touch with SFM soldiers.
Where does Gordon Blaney feature? Blaney teaches history and IT at Highdale Second School.
Has a glowing record helping bring computers to inner cities.
Here he is again.
Taken at the Industrial Summit in Leeds last summer.
He was never arrested.
Unlike this in Nottingham.
One of the captains for the SFM.
Used the miners' struggle to push civil disobedience.
This man is suspected of throwing a nail bomb into a police car, and is one of two men suspected of GBH on a WPC in Bolton in '85.
(Tom) We tapped his phone line.
(Blaney) 'Yeah, they got burnt today, I saw them.
' (Line crackles) 'Shit, I'm not talking to you on this line.
' So we have a vicious anarchist handing out pamphlets yards from a computer hacking into Ml5.
We bug his work, his home, his entire life, but, oh, so carefully, people.
He's our best lead and I don't want him bolting.
Jane Graham, 25.
Born in Slough.
We're just penning your references now.
You start class straight away.
English curriculum - Years 8 to 10.
Everything from Chaucer to Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.
- Tom, I'm not a teacher.
- Well, you're not a canoeist, but you had a canoeing accident last summer in France.
- What's the problem, Zoe? - Tonight, I'm going to see a friend and I have to be Emma the legal secretary.
Tomorrow, I have to be Jane the canoeing English teacher.
- You're Zoe Reynolds, Ml5 officer.
- Don't spin me that.
You hated lying to Ellie.
We have to know what Blaney is planning.
- Bring him in.
- And send the rest of them into hiding? - Tom, it's a honeytrap and it's naff.
- Naff can work.
One day, I'm going to get a bump on the head and all of these people will get fused in my psyche.
I'll be one hell of a schizophrenic.
Jane should have just come out of a relationship.
It makes her vulnerable.
Might appeal to him.
All right, Ray? How's tricks? I got something for you.
Went down in Stoke Newington yesterday.
Word is it's massive.
There was some sort of raid by security services.
Ml5 trying to seize a load of computers.
- I heard something.
- Thing is, how did you? I've got a mole in the Home Office, says the SFM are back and declaring war.
- Should I be making a connection? - I gotta get on.
Ray you could have gone to the broadsheets with something like that.
But you didn't.
You know where my heart lies, man.
- Hey.
- So what did you say to the articles clerk? That pig.
I hid all his floppy discs in plant pots all over the building.
At the bank, I'm the sort to let things fester.
- I don't open up very well.
- I didn't notice.
That's because I want to share with you.
- Is that stupid? - No.
No it's very honest.
You're on edge tonight.
Are you OK? It's not you, all right? I have to work.
- Really? - I'm sorry I'm such lousy company.
You can tell me anything.
- Good night, Carlo.
- Good night, Emma.
I pulled a man's eyeball out today.
- I work for the Government.
- Then I pushed it back in again.
- Ml5.
- Ooh.
I'm not some tosser trying to impress you.
I'm serious.
You have a very sexy frown.
I can tell you because they've checked you and you're clean.
- They haven't seen me after a 36-hour shift.
- The truth.
My name is Tom Quinn and I'm an officer for Her Majesty's Secret Service.
How do you feel about what I've told you? I read a book about the Secret Service once.
You all wear the same colour tie.
- I suppose you're stuck behind a desk.
- No, it's not all paperwork.
- It can be dangerous.
- So's wrestling someone on mescaline onto an examination trolley.
I don't want people dating "Vicky the doctor".
Do you want people dating "Tom the Secret Service man"? I don't want anyone dating Tom except you.
I want to taste you.
This guy James Crowe, I think he's close to letting me in.
You know, I should make it easy on myself like you.
- What? - You're going for Sam.
- Going for her? - She's pretty.
- Convenient because she's cleared.
- Hold on, Sam's not I'm not going We haven't Look, you're in a scratchy mood and I'm going to get some shuteye.
You're meant to be testing me.
Please? Don't take long.
I'm working the dawn shift.
Blaney's classroom that way.
Staff room that way.
No running in the corridors! (Alarm) (Colin) They're attacking us again.
- What are they doing? - They're scanning, looking for weaknesses.
- Firewall is holding.
- Running a trace.
Apple, this is Control.
- Any sign of movement at Blaney's? - 'Negative.
All quiet here.
' They're toying with us and they want us to know it.
We have to limit entry routes.
Shut down all nonessential systems.
Zoe had better get us something on Blaney and quick.
(Children shouting) You loser! - All right, guv'nor? - Is your supervisor in there? - It's jolly stuffy in here, sir.
- Accent's a bit Bow Bells, Anton.
Righty-ho.
Point taken.
Right, where is she? (Photocopier whirring) Erm Mr Harrow's mug, I'm afraid.
- Oh, right, sorry.
Which one do I use? - You bring your own.
- 'Morning.
' - (Blaney) 'Hello.
' - We're on.
- (Zoe) 'Bring your own mug.
' - They don't tell you that at training college.
- That's teachers for you.
Left-wing for life, fascists in the staff room.
(Laughs) - Supply, yes? - Yes.
Qualified six months ago.
Jane Graham.
I teach English.
- Gordon Blaney.
I'm history.
- (Bell) Better get going.
Good luck.
Thanks.
- Year 10? - Yes, miss.
Right, so Sorry.
If we could just bring the noise down just a notch.
(Noisy chatter continues) So, erm What do we think of the protagonist in in Great Expectations? There's a very good word.
Protagonist.
'Can anybody tell me what that means? ' You with the headphones, would you mind? Thank you.
Er Anybody? - Give me an Afghan drugs deal any day.
- I think she's splendid.
(School bell) - Oh! - They want to - Sorry.
I made you jump.
- That's OK.
I was just going to say, they want to learn, most of them, they just don't know how.
There's some, like that new kid Peter, who won't connect with anything.
- Daunting first day? - Oh, yes.
Could do with a drink, actually.
In fact there's a nice bar on the High Street.
- I could do with some inside advice.
- From an old lag? I'm sorry.
I've got to stay late.
- Gimme a signal, Malcolm.
- We can't cover the IT room.
But we're observing a possible computer hacker.
The room's being refurbished.
We couldn't risk the decorators finding the bug.
OK, our man does something in the IT room.
God knows what.
He comes home late.
We pick up a good deal from our target mics outside.
He orders a pizza.
Plays Dire Straits, Alchemy - the live album.
- Was he working on his home PC? - We didn't pick up keyboard sounds.
At 8:26, he receives a phone call from James Crowe.
- (Blaney) 'I'm not talking to you on this line.
' - Hangs up.
- Blaney does the hack on Crowe's orders? - Probably.
Zoe? Forget the kids for five minutes.
Look, I had great teachers - Miss Forbes in particular.
She pushed me and she inspired me to get into Oxford.
That's why I'm here.
You're not a teacher.
You're an officer in the field.
To those children I'm a teacher.
I'll do my job, but don't just tell me to forget them.
If SFM destroy our security, we'll be as useless to this country as we were to Anthony and Cleopatra.
That means those kids' lives are in danger.
That means everyone's life is in danger.
So wear a tight sweater tomorrow.
- What? - I've been watching him all day.
He obviously fancies you.
We need to build on that connection.
Any particular sweater in mind? (Both) The blue one.
Fine.
(Zoe) Pip's childhood act has a massive effect on his adult life.
Can anybody tell me what he does? Anybody? Chloe? Who threw that? - It was you, wasn't it? - Me? Oh, whatever, Miss.
- I won't tolerate that behaviour.
Outside.
- Nah, you're joking.
Now.
I like your top, Miss.
- Does your boyfriend like it? - Out.
Have you got a boyfriend, Miss? I mean it.
- Can I be your boyfriend, Miss? - (Laughter) That's the way.
Can anybody tell me what he does? You OK, Jane? 'I forced a boy out of my class.
He was insolent.
Sneering.
'Upsetting the rest of them.
' But I should've been able to win him round.
Ah, yes.
That fairy-tale moment when the bad apple is turned by the power of our teaching.
- It's crap.
- I failed.
The bad kids control what the rest of the class thinks.
They choose how much of the lesson gets through.
'Ln a sense, they control the information.
' Brute force is an unwelcome ally.
You inflicted pain on the controlling factor for the benefit of the majority.
You don't have to feel good about it, but don't kid yourself it wasn't necessary.
(School bell) (Tom) Blaney's heading for IT.
This is Zoe's best chance to get into his room.
We've got a tiny problem.
He's heading back.
Bugger! Walk! Don't run! Go on! Go home! Everything all right? Yeah, I just found a couple of boys helping themselves to pens off of your desk.
- You might want to start locking that door.
- I do.
I thought I had.
I must've forgotten.
I'm glad I've bumped into you, actually.
I'm a bit bored of eating supper on my own.
Well, you're the nearest thing to a mate I've got in here.
- Take pity on the new girl? - I will.
It's just not tonight, if that's OK? You just let me know.
Aye.
Aye.
There's a lot of discontent out there, Ray.
And it's lasted a damn sight longer than one winter.
The old union men are back in the fray.
Our struggle has never been more important.
Our soldiers never more ambitious.
Soldiers? You mean the SFM? No wonder Ml5 are getting jumpy.
There's a man I'd like you to meet.
What man? Gordon Blaney.
SFM is back in business, Ray.
And those that tried to crush us will burn.
Sorry it's chilly.
The heating's computer controlled, so it's off.
We think Blaney's priming school computers for a hacking operation.
Tomorrow, he'll be with the SFM.
They're tub-thumping and want a journalist there - me.
If Danny thinks it's a lone cell, we swoop.
It doesn't make sense.
He's cynical and he's angry - but he cares.
I've seen it in him.
I mean He told me not to give up on the kids.
- And this man wants national anarchy? - Yes.
- Don't forget the nail bombs.
- Look, I've seen enough terrorists.
There's always humanity missing and there isn't with this man.
It's quite beguiling, isn't it, the simplicity of the outside world? Dinner bells, detentions, names on chipped coffee mugs.
- I just - I know.
You enjoyed being part of something ordinary.
I never lost sight of my objective, Harry.
My instincts tell me that Blaney's not as involved as we think.
And that's all I've got.
No, you have your instincts backed up by £12 billion of intelligence - intelligence which must be protected.
I'm not kidding you, James.
I'm bloody serious.
Look, I don't know if it's Special Branch but I'm being watched.
Right, William Wordsworth - one of the Romantic poets.
Can anybody tell me what the Romantic poets were all about? Anybody? Poetry's pretty boring, isn't it? - Chloe, you don't like poetry? - Not really.
- Not even romantic poetry? - Don't care, Miss.
Sorry.
OK.
Dido.
Got the case? Thank you.
Blaney's on the move.
He's left a class.
Where's he going? Malcolm? I've lost him.
"So you're with her and not with me "I hope she's sweet and so pretty "I hear she cooks delightfully" Dido has written a romantic poem.
She's complimenting an ex-boyfriend on his new lover.
Or is she? - Chloe? - No, she's not.
- Yeah, but she says this girl's great.
- She doesn't mean it.
"When you see her sweet smile, baby, don't think of me" Follow the logic running through this poem.
What's the theme? - Yes, Daniella? - Everything Dido's saying is like the opposite of what she means.
When she says, "Don't think of me," she really wants him to be thinking about her.
Exactly! Right I want you to write a love poem like Dido's.
Like you have to mean the opposite of what you're saying.
- Where are you going, Miss? - Er, just get writing.
I'm asking Mr Williams next door to listen out for you.
So if you play up, I'll know about it.
Believe me.
- (Tom) I don't like her being out of sight.
- D'you think it's a setup? Tom? Come on, son.
I got you a drink.
Go away.
(Malcolm) 'What's the deal out there? ' She's OK.
She's OK.
Pulling back.
OK, Peter, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
I never even looked at them.
I keep my head down and sometimes they don't notice you.
But this time they went for you? It's safer in here.
- Peter - My dad, he knows karate and self-defence.
He's gonna come down here and Jason Sweeney and that lot will wish they were dead! My dad'll sort it out.
Peter, we've a bit of a problem.
You see, if Mr Blaney and I are caught outside instead of in there teaching, we'll both be for it, won't we? I don't want to lose this job and go back to my old one.
You ever tried plucking chickens? There's no up side.
How about we both bunk off early and I'll give you a lift home? OK.
(Blaney) Good lad.
Hi, Mrs Ellis.
I'm Jane Graham.
I'm Peter's English teacher.
There was a bit of bother at school.
Have you got a minute? - It's not a good time.
- Right.
Is Peter's father at home? My dad works long hours, Miss.
I have to get on.
Thanks for bringing him home.
That's all right.
(Mobile phone) - Auntie Doris? - (Tom) 'We're about to raid Red Cry.
' I'm on my way.
(Danny) So where's this Gordon Blaney, then? I thought we had trust.
You want Blaney to be the spokesman for the SFM? That's what this is about? - Be quiet.
- If you guys are about to declare war, I'm the man to get your message into the nationals - Why the stud? - What? - I haven't seen you wear a stud before.
- Someone tell me he's worn a stud before.
- Definitely.
- Great.
We've got a paranoid.
- I've always worn one.
- He's clean, Johnny.
Look, you wanna see it? Make you happy? - What's this coating? - It's a cheap job off the market.
- Is it a bug? - It's just a cheap job off the market.
It's got Johnny's mind racing.
Stand by, all units.
Three vehicles evenly positioned.
- Peffect for triangulating target mics! - Come again? Control vehicle across the street! This is a damn setup! - Is he high or something? - We're not doing this! - Oh, come on! - We run a newspaper.
I thought you might like to interview an activist from the old days.
That's all.
I've changed my mind.
There's no job for you, mate.
Don't call again.
Shame.
Backup.
Could you place your hands on your head? Lmpound these computers.
It was just an ear stud, you paranoid twit! Jane! What? - I know I stand for everything that you hate - (Snorts) but I want you to help me, because it's important to everybody in this country.
At the IT fair, those "council workers" had Ml5 written all over them.
Crowe phones me from time to time.
Always wanting to recruit me - all that bollocks.
I told him what I'd seen.
- You told him you saw us get burned.
- But I didn't do the burning! I'm not involved in any of that stuff.
Then what's this? - School trip to Leeds? - What the hell's? No, that's not me.
That can't be me! You're setting me up! And the nail bombs? And that WPC in '85? You hacked into her, didn't you? - In a very real sense.
- Your bosses feed you crap, you wolf it down and come back for seconds! I charged a few riot shields and you decide I'm a psychopath! We know you were tampering with hard drives in the school.
- I was installing modems! - All right.
OK.
I want to know what you think, Gordon.
I think whoever's playing you is playing you good, cos you're not only barking up the wrong tree, you're in the wrong flaming forest! For the record - I teach! And I wasn't playing at it, "Jane".
I was doing it for real.
What's real for you, eh? Do any of you people know what reality is? Thank you.
I won't need you any more.
- Then what about this week's? - Under the newspaper.
Night.
Oh, and don't forget, if you say a word to anyone, I can make it so you won't even be able to get a library card.
(Man) You're doing great, Noah.
- Bypass the trunk codes.
- I can't get past this firewall.
There's nothing that Ml5 can build that my boy can't get over.
What can you tell me about this defence system? Think carefully.
It attacks foreign codes, like white blood cells in the body.
- Excellent.
- So, er So if we send in a decoy code, then maybe their system will attack it and leave a hole somewhere - for us to slip through.
- That's my boy! (Alarm) What is it? The firewall's under attack.
I'm looking for weaknesses - Found one! - Isolate.
Don't let them in, Colin! - I can't get through.
- Ten seconds! - Wait - Five There's a bypass for internal phone lines.
Three two one The Angel of Death is over us.
We're in their mainframe - as close as we'll ever get to the Inner Sanctum without access to their own computers.
- Let's start the ball rolling.
- You bet, Dad.
- Not again! It's not possible! - 94.
What number does Blaney live at? Er 26.
- Come on, folks! Anyone? - Number 94.
- Maybe the SFM numbered their agents.
- Zoe, get on it.
Periodic Table.
(All) kissed a fella, by mistake she kissed a snake! How many doctors does she need? One, two, three, four - (Crackling) - Shit! - How high? - 60, 70 grams.
Radioactive as hell.
Danny, the school's a radioactive hot zone.
We need to evac to two clicks.
Pull everyone out at once! (School bell) - It's Chernobyl out there! - I can't leave! (Hiss of oxygen tanks) (Rapid clicking) A Geiger scrambler.
This beauty confuses scintillation counters.
Makes them read like hot potatoes.
Where did you get this? Dissident CIA? Eastern Europe? Toys "R" Us? You can't play dumb, Gordon, you were in that shed.
Not alone.
(Father) Find their Inner Sanctum codes? Yeah, they made it easy.
The terminals were still on.
"We have access to every part of you.
Even the Inner Sanctum.
"We will now download everything.
We will expose your dirty secrets.
"Your people will be free.
Olympus will crumble.
Good riddance.
" Hello? Clearing you now.
Cleopatra's on the squawk box.
(Woman, crackling) 'Cleopatra to control.
Do you read me? ' Cleopatra, after two days we thought we'd lost you! 'I'm alive, but I'm the only one.
Anthony's dead.
- 'Please advise ' (Distortion) - We're having technical difficulties.
- What do we do? - Nothing! We're sitting ducks.
This is it! - Zoe.
- 'Tom.
' - Peter was at the IT fair, but - 'I'm already there.
' On my way.
- Anything at all? - They'll be in the Inner Sanctum in minutes.
- Then they can start wiping us out.
- 'Control! ' Sit tight, Cleopatra, and observe radio silence.
You're on your own for now.
(Bleeping) Pip's an idiot.
His whole life is controlled by the will of this rotten convict.
What are the spiders doing, Peter? (Peter) They carry binary information.
Once they're all assembled, they'll wipe you out.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
You never know what might happen.
And my name's Noah Gleeson, by the way.
I've been the one in charge.
(Alarm) "Zeus spoke and nodded with his darkish brows.
" Yes? - What? - In the original translation, "The son of Kronos spoke and nodded with his darkish brow.
" Kronos was a powefful Titan, but his son, Zeus, became even more powefful.
- It's a reference to a powefful child.
- And I was worried! I thought seeing as you were interested in this boy Look, Put it all together - Greece, Titans, Kronos, spiders, - fathers and sons and you get something.
- What? This is an old surveillance recording.
It's from a farmhouse in Greece a mountain place near the Albanian border called Titan's Reach.
(Noah, sobbing) 'The web! 'You've ruined it! You've ruined it! ' That was Noah Gleeson, recorded with a surveillance mic outside the farmhouse.
Noah Gleeson, son of Victor Gleeson.
You've been leading us astray.
Why? Why not? What else is there to do? Victor Gleeson was our man in Athens.
Only relative - his son, Noah.
They had apartments in the Embassy compound.
- You'd heard of Noah, hadn't you, Danny? - Boy was a computer genius.
- Destined for great things.
- He worshipped his father.
Victor's cover was working for the Embassy, but he was working undercover with Albanian terrorists.
Well, he slipped up somehow.
And they kidnapped him and Noah They'll rescue us, Noah! Cheer up, my boy.
(Shouting in Albanian) Noah! (Harry) 'We wanted to go in, but we were afraid of hurting the boy.
' (Victor choking and gasping) - (Gunshot) - (Harry) 'Victor was killed.
' But we escaped.
Dad and I got away.
We've been controlling everything.
We've been hacking into you for months, setting you up big-time.
You set up Gordon Blaney, too, didn't you? We found him on the old police records.
Teacher who'd been in trouble - peffect! We rigged the computer at the IT fair.
We knew you'd go for him.
I'd already cheated myself a place at Highdale.
We knew you'd put an officer in the school.
But more, more than that You knew we'd surround the area with surveillance - computers tapping to the heart of the Grid.
So you were so smart that you got hold of all this amazing stuff and then What, you used it to attack us? My dad could've been killed because of Ml5! And just because their stupid plan went wrong, they don't even want to know him! He's a hero! And I'm doing this for you, too, you know.
They don't care about you.
You're just a gadget like the Geiger scrambler.
Soon all the agents around the world can come home.
Zoe, the kid's dad was killed and he blames us.
He's in a psychotic state.
Go slow with him.
Noah - if you take those files and expose all our officers, then who's to say what happened to your father won't happen to them? My dad got away! They will, too.
Oh, God, Noah! You're wrong! We've got an agent trapped in the desert because of this.
She's lost, alone and totally cut off from everything because of you.
- Bring her home, then.
- We can't bring her home.
- Well, I didn't send her, did I? - No, you didn't send her.
She chose to go.
Like your father chose to go to Greece and chose to work for Ml5.
Spiders are ready.
Noah, you've done an incredible thing.
But I know that you don't want to see good people die.
Noah, help me bring her home.
Noah! Don't be scared.
You've done all you can.
- Mission aborted.
- (Zoe) Let us bring her home.
No choice, mate.
Cleopatra, this is Control.
I can give you safe house coordinates now! (Burst of static) (Cleopatra) 'Thank God! Thank God! ' (Zoe) 'What about Blaney? ' (Tom) 'He's been relocated with our apologies.
' He gets book tokens, I think.
It's amazing.
We spend billions against the drug cartels and the Iraqis, and yet we're almost brought down by one pathologically traumatised child genius.
(Zoe) That boy absorbed everything Victor knew.
- It's a wonder his head didn't explode.
- It did.
Blaney asked me what was real for us - the games, the role-playing.
We have no anchorage in our lives.
Where do we run except inside ourselves? Time to go.
Don't think of me.
You see, you always knew where you were with a public-school traitor.
Just look for the 16-year-old pipe-smoking sodomite with a copy of EM Forster under his arm.
He was Victor Gleeson's son, so make sure he gets the very best of everything.
Poor, poor boy.
Mate in 32.
You haven't looked at me in days.
You don't have to make your mind up now about whether it's worth the risk.
I've made up my mind.
Just remember the spider, my boy.
When her web is destroyed, what does she do? She spins a new one even more beautiful, even more complex.
And she catches many flies.
- $20 billion has gone missing in Moscow.
- Put an officer in.
Jazza! Josh at Bowman.
(Man) 'She is a bad woman! ' Bowman handles government accounts.
Just do what you're told.
- Things are becoming murderous.
- Money laundering? Why not? - Tell Danny to get friendly with her.
- 'Does Downing Street want to know? '