Liaison (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
I'm out.
Raise.
I call it.
Here.
Fuck.
That's enough!
Son of a bitch!
Karma.
Look at your face.
You're already out of it.
I'm totally wasted.
Cheers.
- Hey! It wasn't me! Hey!
- Yeah, I'll be back. I'll be back.
Alex, come on!
I can give you a good time!
Come here, please.
Don't move.
Samir, it's me.
Open the door.
Don't move!
London Bridge is falling down
- Falling down, falling down
- What's going on?
London Bridge is falling down
My fair lady
It's the boss himself.
To what do I owe the honor?
I have a job for you. It's urgent.
Give me a second.
I'm listening.
Two Syrian hackers have contacted
the French Embassy for political asylum.
- We have to bring them back to Paris.
- Do they have passports?
We're preparing them.
And the DGSE?
They're offside. It's just us.
We proceed as usual?
Yes.
Okay.
- Good morning, Mr. President.
- Good morning.
- Madam Saint Roch.
- Mr. President.
Hello, Didier.
Could we have some coffee?
Right.
So why are you bothering me
at seven o'clock in the morning?
We have a problem in Damascus,
Mr. President.
In short, we have two Syrian hackers
in Damascus requesting political asylum.
They have top secret information
on impending terrorist cyberattacks
in Europe.
Attacks? On civilian targets?
At the moment, we don't have any details.
But if they target our infrastructures,
there could be civilian casualties.
And who are they? Are they known?
They managed to destroy
the Syrian police data servers,
which is Russian technology,
the best in the world.
All we know is that they are geniuses,
and everyone wants them.
And why did they choose France?
Because of our policy against Assad?
Also, perhaps because one of them
studied in Paris and speaks French.
The younger one has never left Damascus.
But it seems like...
We have two options. Hand them over
to the Syrian intelligence services
or extract them
and bring them back to France.
Do the Syrian intelligence services know
that they've contacted the French Embassy?
Not yet, but they'll find out soon.
How long will the DGSE need
to extract them?
Two days.
With your approval,
I can have them extracted in an hour.
We can't let the Russians get their hands
on them before we do, much less the Brits.
Sorry, Sophie, but I was appointed
head of the task force,
so I'm implementing new methods.
I've already made a few calls.
We have a reliable contact in Damascus
who can take care of it right away.
I think we should go for it.
Very well then. Okay, we'll do that.
Madam Saint Roch, I'm relying on you
to make everything go smoothly.
- And you're sure it's a hack?
- That's what he said.
Risk assessments in by Wednesday.
Minister.
We'll pick this up later.
Talk to me, Mark.
Well, it sounds worse than it is.
There's been an intrusion
into our mainframe last night.
Probably easiest if I show you.
London Bridge is falling down
- Tower Bridge.
- Falling down, falling down...
- London Bridge is falling down
- Puss in Boots.
My fair lady
What the f...
Someone found a temporary back door
into our DMZ, but we've closed it off now.
And?
It was a limited exploit. No payloads.
We've triaged the server, and we're
confident no damage has been done.
Who?
We're analyzing the hex code
to identify the file signature,
but that'll take a little time.
So, the National Cyber Security Centre,
responsible for the cyber security
of the nation,
has been hacked by Puss in Boots.
We really shouldn't panic.
It's almost certainly
just a script kiddie.
A what?
Someone in their bedroom. A hobbyist.
They source an existing exploit online,
follow a video on YouTube or wherever,
find an opening, light the fuse,
shove it through.
There's a bang and some smoke, but...
Could we just put a lid on the metaphors
and the excuses and just let me have it.
Tell me how bad it really is.
It really could have been worse.
Okay. For now, we keep this contained.
But Richard is right, Mark.
This is worrying.
We've got to have
a thorough investigation, a full report.
Yeah. Well, we're on it.
- I hate to say it...
- Then don't.
But Bolton may be right. There's
no evidence yet it's a major breach.
We spend millions on cyber defenses.
We can't be overrun
by the first toddler that climbs the wall.
Well, you hired him.
Well, you should have stopped me.
Hello.
How are you? Everything all right?
Yes, yes. Everything's good.
Are you being followed?
No.
So...
on the road to Homs,
at kilometer 100,
just before the Turkish border,
Ain Aksa. You'll see a sign.
Okay, thanks. And the passports?
Under the seat.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
How will we recognize you?
Don't worry about that. But move your ass.
The chopper won't even wait two minutes.
FRENCH REPUBLIC
There are only two passports.
Don't worry.
Is that him?
Yeah.
Don't be scared, honey. Okay?
Don't be scared.
Get out.
Take your passport.
- Have you got everything?
- Yeah.
- Got your stuff?
- Yeah.
Soldiers!
Go! Go!
- Sons of bitches! They lied to us!
- Quickly! Get in! Get in!
- Drive!
- Samir!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Quickly. Quickly. Go. Go.
Don't move!
Are you okay?
What a success.
I have satellite images
of your major screwup. Want to see?
Sure.
This was just sent by our spy satellite.
We have the area
under constant surveillance.
I assume that guy is your agent.
I don't know. I don't handle the details.
There are no "details"
in this line of work, Didier.
Thanks to you,
all these people have disappeared.
They're off the radar.
Thank you, Sophie.
Don't get too excited. I'm not dead yet.
Go on. Get lost. We're keeping him.
French, right? The DGSE.
Where are they? Where are the hackers?
Did you have safe house planned? Anything?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Gabriel? Gabriel!
- Mitzia! Mitzia!
- Wait, wait, wait!
- Is this your buddy?
- Yes.
We were on a mission together in Liberia.
He's not with DGSE.
He's a private contractor.
Monrovia. The airport.
We made a fucking mess there.
This dude is crazy.
Oh, brother.
You still work for Dumas's company?
Yeah, Telkis. Why?
You looking for a job?
Seriously. How much are you making
on this operation?
Nowhere near enough.
The guys we're working for
would pay a lot more.
Come on. How much do you want?
I want a different life.
I'm tired.
Yes, Richard.
I sent you a draft of the speech.
Did you read it?
I did.
Needs some jokes. Work some magic, okay?
- I will.
- Bye.
Right.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, shit. Shit.
Hey.
Call the Raj.
Tell them to send over dinner.
What happened?
Richard called.
What, and told you
to set fire to the house?
Richard.
- Alison there?
- No, no, no. She's...
- She's just jumped into the shower.
- Urgent?
- Is it urgent?
- If I'm calling, it's always urgent.
Tell her I'll leave the office
in five minutes.
Okay, I'll have her call you
as soon as she's free.
- Thank you.
- Okay. Bye.
What is all this about?
Well, we're both here at the same time.
I thought that's something to celebrate.
And we've got the place
to ourselves tonight.
You know, actually,
I have something to celebrate.
What?
You have to guess.
A puppy.
We won the case.
- You're amazing!
- I know.
Albert, that's so fucking incredible!
Oh, yes!
Come here.
Come on.
Where's the passport?
Chill. We're going to make it.
Three hours from now we'll be in Turkey.
Passports.
- Can't you shut him up?
- I don't know. Maybe he's sick.
Move it.
High water in 90.
Okay. Raise B and C barriers.
Raising B and C.
You picked up.
Hey, Richard. This must be urgent.
I'm in a room full of amoebas
masquerading as British politicians.
And you decided not to get drunk.
Know what I've come to realize?
Thank you.
That there is a limit
as to just how many morons
you can put up with in a day.
So why did you call?
I'm still thinking about our friend,
Puss in Boots,
and I don't trust Bolton's explanation.
We have to get a grip of this, Alison.
You and me.
And I have to tell the PM
what's happening.
No, no. Don't tell him tonight.
Why?
Give Bolton a few more hours.
You know the digital forensic stuff
takes time.
You can give the PM an update
when we have clarity.
As always, you would be right.
Good luck getting home tonight.
Good luck and good night.
What the fuck?
D not responding.
Come on.
- Close it.
- What's happening?
London has suffered extensive flooding
after the tidal storm surge combined with
heavy rain overwhelmed flood defenses.
The Thames barrier
was breached for the first time
since it went into service in 1982...
I've spoken to the duty officer,
and they can't raise the barrier.
So what are you saying?
Apparently, the computer won't allow it.
It's a proper hack this time.
The full English.
So, Bolton's on his way down there now,
and I need you to chaperone him.
Find out what the hell's really going on.
Okay, Richard.
With a significant
proportion of groups in...
A TFL spokesperson said
that it is too early to say
when services will resume.
City airport in East London has also been
forced to ground all flights indefinitely.
It's not yet known if there's been any
loss of life as a result of the flooding.
The prime minister will share more
over an emergency council meeting...
When a high North Sea tidal surge
combines with heavy rains...
- You raise the barriers.
- Yes.
I get all that. What I don't understand
is why you called us.
The way the barrier's jammed up,
the timings of it,
it's all too precise.
We were hacked.
Based on what?
Someone was inside the system.
A gate would fail. We'd reset it.
It'd fail again.
We'd reset it again, all the way up.
Then the next one would lower,
we'd have to start over.
In the 10 years I've worked here,
I've never seen anything like it.
I'm telling you, it was intentional.
I checked up on the system
before we came over.
- It hasn't been updated since...
- Since 2002.
There you go. The older the system,
the more likely an error.
Or the easier it is to get hacked.
It's not like this is out of the blue.
You had a giant cat
all over your screens yesterday.
All right, fine. We'll look into it.
You know as well as I do
Banks isn't gonna like this.
Wasting our time investigating
a malfunctioning gate.
I think what Banks will like
is you sorting all this out.
All right.
You want some breakfast?
Westminster's finest.
Just coffee.
Glad to see you survived last night.
So?
The operators think
someone got into the system.
What does Bolton say?
He's convinced it's a software failure.
If this is a second hack in 24 hours...
Even then, we don't know
they're connected. They're different.
- The first one w...
- The first one was the starter.
If this is a second hack,
then it's the main meal.
They've proven to us they can do it,
that they can bring this entire city
to its knees.
In fact, the entire country.
And there's nothing we can do
to stop them.
All right.
We tell the PM.
This is a security announcement.
Please do not leave
any bags or luggages unattended.
Any unattended items
will be treated as suspicious
and will be taken
by the airport authorities.
Keep your bag with you at all times.
Where is he? Can you see him?
Yeah. There he is.
- Walid! Samir!
- Hi! How are you?
- My son, how are you?
- Hi, Uncle.
Myriam? Hicham? Aren't they with you?
They stayed at Turkey.
Hicham had to go to hospital.
Myriam stayed with him.
- Is it bad?
- No. Nothing serious. Just dehydration.
And no visa either.
But they're both safe. No need to worry.
That's a relief.
What happened to your face, Walid?
Nothing. I had a bike accident.
- Did you prepare Mulukhiyah?
- Of course.
- Did you come here by car or by taxi?
- My car is outside.
Let's go.
Give the bags to me.
This one too, Uncle.
Give.
Look, Samir. I found him.
- Is that him?
- Yeah.
I'll text him.
What a handsome fella!
You're a cute one. Aren't you a cute one?
- How's it going?
- How are you?
I'm good, and you?
What? What?
Gabriel!
You're in Paris!
What the hell is this? You've lost weight!
- What about it?
- Yeah. Syria doesn't agree with you.
It doesn't agree with anyone.
- Anyway, I'm hungry. What'll you have?
- Whatever you want.
Anything is fine,
as long as it's French, please.
French? Okay.
Adele, give some food to my friend.
Sure.
- I'm coming down.
- Please.
You actually did lose weight.
You lost weight.
You know where I was?
Can we talk about how someone ratted us
out to the Syrian intelligence services?
So, any idea who?
I have no idea.
I thought it was the DGSE, those bastards,
but it wasn't.
Well, it didn't come from me.
Nobody in my company knew
about this operation.
Well, those Russians knew about it.
What were they doing there though?
You're asking me? How would I know?
From what I understood,
they were putting pressure on the Syrians
to hand over the hackers. That's it.
Look, my client is breathing down my neck.
We have to bring them
back to Paris quickly.
We tapped the phone
of one of their mothers in Syria.
She called her son,
and we got their location.
They're in London.
In London?
They have an uncle that works in a hotel.
And according to the conversation,
they're afraid of getting killed.
Honestly, they should be.
If they get killed,
we'll look like real idiots.
Who's your client?
You know I can't tell you.
However, what you should be looking for
is a USB key.
He should still be carrying it with him.
Here. Your papers and passport.
Jean Petit?
We always have weird names, I swear...
You're a European diplomat.
Here's an encrypted phone.
You can call me whenever you want.
I trust you. Play nice, all right?
You've reached Mark Bolton's phone.
I can't take your call at the moment,
but please leave a...
Hurry up.
They're asking for you in the kitchen.
- Okay.
- Any luck?
No, still no answer.
Walid!
Walid!
Calm down!
We need to talk.
BIOMETRIC CODE ACCEPTED
ENTER THE PASSCODE
Are you okay?
"Okay?" Look.
Real smooth.
But look.
I managed to steal this.
Were you able to open it?
Yes, but we need a password.
You need to find Samir.
You can count on me.
Yes, Mr. Taraud. I have great news.
We found the Syrians.
Really? Where are they?
- In London.
- Are you kidding me?
I pay you to bring them back to Paris,
and you tell me they're in London?
Wait. The important thing
is that we've located them.
I'll take care of the rest, all right?
Dumas, if those guys sell their intel
to the Brits, it'll be a disaster.
I know, I know. But trust me. All right?
- Uncle.
- Samir.
- What happened? Where is he?
- I don't know.
Samir, the cops are interrogating
all the staff.
You have to leave, right away.
What about Walid? I can't abandon him.
I'm here.
I'll find him and take care of him.
Yes, take care of him. Okay.
Take care of him, Uncle.
Samir, what did you do?
Nothing. We hacked Assad's police files,
but we found something more dangerous.
We have nothing to do with the rest.
"The rest"? What do you mean?
If people say we're terrorists,
don't believe them.
I swear to God, we don't mean any harm.
I know.
Here, take this.
No, Uncle. You keep it. Keep it.
Be patient with me.
We're going to have a lot of money.
But how?
It won't be long, Uncle.
What I know is real gold.
Let's go.
Cheers, mate.
No, mate. I'm full up. I'm full up!
Oh, come on then.
- Thanks.
- Cheers, mate.
Can you move right down
the side of the bus, please?
Do you mind?
Oi, hang on. What you doing?
Front door doesn't open, mate.
What you doing?
No, the front door doesn't open.
- Oi!
- Hey!
Bravo, Didier.
It's getting better and better.
The Brits are searching
for a European diplomat
who beat up a Syrian hacker in London.
Wouldn't that be your agent by any chance?
We told the British he wasn't one of ours.
I'm warning you, if he gets arrested,
he's on his own.
- The DGSE will not lift a finger.
- That won't be necessary.
- There you are.
- Alison.
Where are you with the report?
There's about to be a briefing.
CTC. They've got a suspect.
- Puss in Boots?
- And the barrier.
There's no evidence yet
the barrier was a hack.
So, it's a coincidence?
Two highly suspicious incidents
in 24 hours.
There was nothing in the initial triage.
We've imaged the system, and we're combing
through the fragments in the Slacks base.
But, as I keep saying,
these things take time.
Come on, Mark.
"Come on, Mark" what?
You keep saying to me,
"You must find this weird."
I deal with data, Alison.
Concrete evidence.
So, when will you know? Definitively?
Could be days. It could be weeks.
The Thames barrier has a very big server,
funnily enough.
I'll see you upstairs.
Right. Thank you, everybody.
Today's presentation
will be led by DI Hobbs
who is leading the investigation
of last night's incident.
Suspected terrorist and hacker,
Walid Hamza,
was taken to hospital at 10:30 p.m.
He's still unconscious, although
we've been told his condition is stable.
Born in Damascus, '94.
Enrolled 2014 in the Paris 6
Marie Curie University.
Computer sciences. Something of a prodigy.
Graduated with honors 2017,
then returned to Syria.
- At the height of the conflict.
- That's right.
He successfully hacked
Assad's security services.
We don't know why or who he's working for,
but he's clearly got form.
However, no record
of any return to Europe.
He seems to have entered the UK illegally,
although we don't know when.
Okay, Hamza's attacker...
Facial recognition identifies him
as Jean Petit,
a French national part of a visiting
EU delegation here in London.
MI5 confirm this?
For the moment,
everything about him checks out,
which doesn't square
with this man's profile.
He's clearly some kind of pro.
So what do you think? French intelligence?
We don't know yet.
Why haven't we arrested him yet?
Diplomatic immunity.
Also, we don't know where he is.
- Do we ask the French for help?
- No.
No, I don't wanna open that can of worms.
No, we have to find a way
to revoke his immunity.
No, we can't do that.
We'd have the media and every human rights
group jumping down our throats.
Not if we do it the right way.
Not if we find someone
who's beyond reproach,
someone like your better half, Albert.
I'm not sure involving Albert wouldn't
create a conflict of interest for me.
Conflict? Either you wanna
get this guy or you don't.
Richard, if we're going to do this,
it will need to be classified.
- If the media gets so much as a whisper...
- All right. All right. On it.
Let's just concentrate on finding a way
to revoke this bastard's immunity
and figure out what the fuck's going on.
Can I have a word?
I've decided to make way.
I'm officially handing in my notice.
Well, that's a bugger.
Because as much as it pains me
to say this,
I kind of need you
to stay in your post just now.
Yeah. No offense, Richard, but fuck off.
I know when I'm being set up
to be a fall guy.
I've been abused and humiliated enough.
Go through that door and this last week
will feel like a health spa.
I will unleash the fucking hounds on you.
Consider it an opportunity
to redeem yourself.
What would your mother say?
Courtesy of the Raj.
- Nice.
- You okay?
Hey!
Kim!
This girl.
We had a chat.
Neighbor said she saw her smoking weed
with some roughnecks on the corner.
That'll make Linda happy.
I don't exactly plan on telling her.
Oh, darling.
Got an interesting call today.
Mr. Banks offered me a pretty big case.
- You mean Jean Petit?
- Yeah.
Albert.
I hate to say this...
but he didn't offer it to you
because of how skilled you are.
What do you mean?
He offered it to you because you're
a prominent Black human rights lawyer
and far less likely to be suspected
of breaking the law.
I won't be breaking the law.
You think you can get his immunity lifted
another way?
If anyone can...
Do you know how big this could be for me?
I know.
So, then what's the problem?
You're worried I might get too close
to your boss?
- That'll never happen.
- Why not, eh?
Because that's not
how it works with Richard.
He'll get what he needs and drop you.
Albert.
Raise.
I call it.
Here.
Fuck.
That's enough!
Son of a bitch!
Karma.
Look at your face.
You're already out of it.
I'm totally wasted.
Cheers.
- Hey! It wasn't me! Hey!
- Yeah, I'll be back. I'll be back.
Alex, come on!
I can give you a good time!
Come here, please.
Don't move.
Samir, it's me.
Open the door.
Don't move!
London Bridge is falling down
- Falling down, falling down
- What's going on?
London Bridge is falling down
My fair lady
It's the boss himself.
To what do I owe the honor?
I have a job for you. It's urgent.
Give me a second.
I'm listening.
Two Syrian hackers have contacted
the French Embassy for political asylum.
- We have to bring them back to Paris.
- Do they have passports?
We're preparing them.
And the DGSE?
They're offside. It's just us.
We proceed as usual?
Yes.
Okay.
- Good morning, Mr. President.
- Good morning.
- Madam Saint Roch.
- Mr. President.
Hello, Didier.
Could we have some coffee?
Right.
So why are you bothering me
at seven o'clock in the morning?
We have a problem in Damascus,
Mr. President.
In short, we have two Syrian hackers
in Damascus requesting political asylum.
They have top secret information
on impending terrorist cyberattacks
in Europe.
Attacks? On civilian targets?
At the moment, we don't have any details.
But if they target our infrastructures,
there could be civilian casualties.
And who are they? Are they known?
They managed to destroy
the Syrian police data servers,
which is Russian technology,
the best in the world.
All we know is that they are geniuses,
and everyone wants them.
And why did they choose France?
Because of our policy against Assad?
Also, perhaps because one of them
studied in Paris and speaks French.
The younger one has never left Damascus.
But it seems like...
We have two options. Hand them over
to the Syrian intelligence services
or extract them
and bring them back to France.
Do the Syrian intelligence services know
that they've contacted the French Embassy?
Not yet, but they'll find out soon.
How long will the DGSE need
to extract them?
Two days.
With your approval,
I can have them extracted in an hour.
We can't let the Russians get their hands
on them before we do, much less the Brits.
Sorry, Sophie, but I was appointed
head of the task force,
so I'm implementing new methods.
I've already made a few calls.
We have a reliable contact in Damascus
who can take care of it right away.
I think we should go for it.
Very well then. Okay, we'll do that.
Madam Saint Roch, I'm relying on you
to make everything go smoothly.
- And you're sure it's a hack?
- That's what he said.
Risk assessments in by Wednesday.
Minister.
We'll pick this up later.
Talk to me, Mark.
Well, it sounds worse than it is.
There's been an intrusion
into our mainframe last night.
Probably easiest if I show you.
London Bridge is falling down
- Tower Bridge.
- Falling down, falling down...
- London Bridge is falling down
- Puss in Boots.
My fair lady
What the f...
Someone found a temporary back door
into our DMZ, but we've closed it off now.
And?
It was a limited exploit. No payloads.
We've triaged the server, and we're
confident no damage has been done.
Who?
We're analyzing the hex code
to identify the file signature,
but that'll take a little time.
So, the National Cyber Security Centre,
responsible for the cyber security
of the nation,
has been hacked by Puss in Boots.
We really shouldn't panic.
It's almost certainly
just a script kiddie.
A what?
Someone in their bedroom. A hobbyist.
They source an existing exploit online,
follow a video on YouTube or wherever,
find an opening, light the fuse,
shove it through.
There's a bang and some smoke, but...
Could we just put a lid on the metaphors
and the excuses and just let me have it.
Tell me how bad it really is.
It really could have been worse.
Okay. For now, we keep this contained.
But Richard is right, Mark.
This is worrying.
We've got to have
a thorough investigation, a full report.
Yeah. Well, we're on it.
- I hate to say it...
- Then don't.
But Bolton may be right. There's
no evidence yet it's a major breach.
We spend millions on cyber defenses.
We can't be overrun
by the first toddler that climbs the wall.
Well, you hired him.
Well, you should have stopped me.
Hello.
How are you? Everything all right?
Yes, yes. Everything's good.
Are you being followed?
No.
So...
on the road to Homs,
at kilometer 100,
just before the Turkish border,
Ain Aksa. You'll see a sign.
Okay, thanks. And the passports?
Under the seat.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
How will we recognize you?
Don't worry about that. But move your ass.
The chopper won't even wait two minutes.
FRENCH REPUBLIC
There are only two passports.
Don't worry.
Is that him?
Yeah.
Don't be scared, honey. Okay?
Don't be scared.
Get out.
Take your passport.
- Have you got everything?
- Yeah.
- Got your stuff?
- Yeah.
Soldiers!
Go! Go!
- Sons of bitches! They lied to us!
- Quickly! Get in! Get in!
- Drive!
- Samir!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Quickly. Quickly. Go. Go.
Don't move!
Are you okay?
What a success.
I have satellite images
of your major screwup. Want to see?
Sure.
This was just sent by our spy satellite.
We have the area
under constant surveillance.
I assume that guy is your agent.
I don't know. I don't handle the details.
There are no "details"
in this line of work, Didier.
Thanks to you,
all these people have disappeared.
They're off the radar.
Thank you, Sophie.
Don't get too excited. I'm not dead yet.
Go on. Get lost. We're keeping him.
French, right? The DGSE.
Where are they? Where are the hackers?
Did you have safe house planned? Anything?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Gabriel? Gabriel!
- Mitzia! Mitzia!
- Wait, wait, wait!
- Is this your buddy?
- Yes.
We were on a mission together in Liberia.
He's not with DGSE.
He's a private contractor.
Monrovia. The airport.
We made a fucking mess there.
This dude is crazy.
Oh, brother.
You still work for Dumas's company?
Yeah, Telkis. Why?
You looking for a job?
Seriously. How much are you making
on this operation?
Nowhere near enough.
The guys we're working for
would pay a lot more.
Come on. How much do you want?
I want a different life.
I'm tired.
Yes, Richard.
I sent you a draft of the speech.
Did you read it?
I did.
Needs some jokes. Work some magic, okay?
- I will.
- Bye.
Right.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, shit. Shit.
Hey.
Call the Raj.
Tell them to send over dinner.
What happened?
Richard called.
What, and told you
to set fire to the house?
Richard.
- Alison there?
- No, no, no. She's...
- She's just jumped into the shower.
- Urgent?
- Is it urgent?
- If I'm calling, it's always urgent.
Tell her I'll leave the office
in five minutes.
Okay, I'll have her call you
as soon as she's free.
- Thank you.
- Okay. Bye.
What is all this about?
Well, we're both here at the same time.
I thought that's something to celebrate.
And we've got the place
to ourselves tonight.
You know, actually,
I have something to celebrate.
What?
You have to guess.
A puppy.
We won the case.
- You're amazing!
- I know.
Albert, that's so fucking incredible!
Oh, yes!
Come here.
Come on.
Where's the passport?
Chill. We're going to make it.
Three hours from now we'll be in Turkey.
Passports.
- Can't you shut him up?
- I don't know. Maybe he's sick.
Move it.
High water in 90.
Okay. Raise B and C barriers.
Raising B and C.
You picked up.
Hey, Richard. This must be urgent.
I'm in a room full of amoebas
masquerading as British politicians.
And you decided not to get drunk.
Know what I've come to realize?
Thank you.
That there is a limit
as to just how many morons
you can put up with in a day.
So why did you call?
I'm still thinking about our friend,
Puss in Boots,
and I don't trust Bolton's explanation.
We have to get a grip of this, Alison.
You and me.
And I have to tell the PM
what's happening.
No, no. Don't tell him tonight.
Why?
Give Bolton a few more hours.
You know the digital forensic stuff
takes time.
You can give the PM an update
when we have clarity.
As always, you would be right.
Good luck getting home tonight.
Good luck and good night.
What the fuck?
D not responding.
Come on.
- Close it.
- What's happening?
London has suffered extensive flooding
after the tidal storm surge combined with
heavy rain overwhelmed flood defenses.
The Thames barrier
was breached for the first time
since it went into service in 1982...
I've spoken to the duty officer,
and they can't raise the barrier.
So what are you saying?
Apparently, the computer won't allow it.
It's a proper hack this time.
The full English.
So, Bolton's on his way down there now,
and I need you to chaperone him.
Find out what the hell's really going on.
Okay, Richard.
With a significant
proportion of groups in...
A TFL spokesperson said
that it is too early to say
when services will resume.
City airport in East London has also been
forced to ground all flights indefinitely.
It's not yet known if there's been any
loss of life as a result of the flooding.
The prime minister will share more
over an emergency council meeting...
When a high North Sea tidal surge
combines with heavy rains...
- You raise the barriers.
- Yes.
I get all that. What I don't understand
is why you called us.
The way the barrier's jammed up,
the timings of it,
it's all too precise.
We were hacked.
Based on what?
Someone was inside the system.
A gate would fail. We'd reset it.
It'd fail again.
We'd reset it again, all the way up.
Then the next one would lower,
we'd have to start over.
In the 10 years I've worked here,
I've never seen anything like it.
I'm telling you, it was intentional.
I checked up on the system
before we came over.
- It hasn't been updated since...
- Since 2002.
There you go. The older the system,
the more likely an error.
Or the easier it is to get hacked.
It's not like this is out of the blue.
You had a giant cat
all over your screens yesterday.
All right, fine. We'll look into it.
You know as well as I do
Banks isn't gonna like this.
Wasting our time investigating
a malfunctioning gate.
I think what Banks will like
is you sorting all this out.
All right.
You want some breakfast?
Westminster's finest.
Just coffee.
Glad to see you survived last night.
So?
The operators think
someone got into the system.
What does Bolton say?
He's convinced it's a software failure.
If this is a second hack in 24 hours...
Even then, we don't know
they're connected. They're different.
- The first one w...
- The first one was the starter.
If this is a second hack,
then it's the main meal.
They've proven to us they can do it,
that they can bring this entire city
to its knees.
In fact, the entire country.
And there's nothing we can do
to stop them.
All right.
We tell the PM.
This is a security announcement.
Please do not leave
any bags or luggages unattended.
Any unattended items
will be treated as suspicious
and will be taken
by the airport authorities.
Keep your bag with you at all times.
Where is he? Can you see him?
Yeah. There he is.
- Walid! Samir!
- Hi! How are you?
- My son, how are you?
- Hi, Uncle.
Myriam? Hicham? Aren't they with you?
They stayed at Turkey.
Hicham had to go to hospital.
Myriam stayed with him.
- Is it bad?
- No. Nothing serious. Just dehydration.
And no visa either.
But they're both safe. No need to worry.
That's a relief.
What happened to your face, Walid?
Nothing. I had a bike accident.
- Did you prepare Mulukhiyah?
- Of course.
- Did you come here by car or by taxi?
- My car is outside.
Let's go.
Give the bags to me.
This one too, Uncle.
Give.
Look, Samir. I found him.
- Is that him?
- Yeah.
I'll text him.
What a handsome fella!
You're a cute one. Aren't you a cute one?
- How's it going?
- How are you?
I'm good, and you?
What? What?
Gabriel!
You're in Paris!
What the hell is this? You've lost weight!
- What about it?
- Yeah. Syria doesn't agree with you.
It doesn't agree with anyone.
- Anyway, I'm hungry. What'll you have?
- Whatever you want.
Anything is fine,
as long as it's French, please.
French? Okay.
Adele, give some food to my friend.
Sure.
- I'm coming down.
- Please.
You actually did lose weight.
You lost weight.
You know where I was?
Can we talk about how someone ratted us
out to the Syrian intelligence services?
So, any idea who?
I have no idea.
I thought it was the DGSE, those bastards,
but it wasn't.
Well, it didn't come from me.
Nobody in my company knew
about this operation.
Well, those Russians knew about it.
What were they doing there though?
You're asking me? How would I know?
From what I understood,
they were putting pressure on the Syrians
to hand over the hackers. That's it.
Look, my client is breathing down my neck.
We have to bring them
back to Paris quickly.
We tapped the phone
of one of their mothers in Syria.
She called her son,
and we got their location.
They're in London.
In London?
They have an uncle that works in a hotel.
And according to the conversation,
they're afraid of getting killed.
Honestly, they should be.
If they get killed,
we'll look like real idiots.
Who's your client?
You know I can't tell you.
However, what you should be looking for
is a USB key.
He should still be carrying it with him.
Here. Your papers and passport.
Jean Petit?
We always have weird names, I swear...
You're a European diplomat.
Here's an encrypted phone.
You can call me whenever you want.
I trust you. Play nice, all right?
You've reached Mark Bolton's phone.
I can't take your call at the moment,
but please leave a...
Hurry up.
They're asking for you in the kitchen.
- Okay.
- Any luck?
No, still no answer.
Walid!
Walid!
Calm down!
We need to talk.
BIOMETRIC CODE ACCEPTED
ENTER THE PASSCODE
Are you okay?
"Okay?" Look.
Real smooth.
But look.
I managed to steal this.
Were you able to open it?
Yes, but we need a password.
You need to find Samir.
You can count on me.
Yes, Mr. Taraud. I have great news.
We found the Syrians.
Really? Where are they?
- In London.
- Are you kidding me?
I pay you to bring them back to Paris,
and you tell me they're in London?
Wait. The important thing
is that we've located them.
I'll take care of the rest, all right?
Dumas, if those guys sell their intel
to the Brits, it'll be a disaster.
I know, I know. But trust me. All right?
- Uncle.
- Samir.
- What happened? Where is he?
- I don't know.
Samir, the cops are interrogating
all the staff.
You have to leave, right away.
What about Walid? I can't abandon him.
I'm here.
I'll find him and take care of him.
Yes, take care of him. Okay.
Take care of him, Uncle.
Samir, what did you do?
Nothing. We hacked Assad's police files,
but we found something more dangerous.
We have nothing to do with the rest.
"The rest"? What do you mean?
If people say we're terrorists,
don't believe them.
I swear to God, we don't mean any harm.
I know.
Here, take this.
No, Uncle. You keep it. Keep it.
Be patient with me.
We're going to have a lot of money.
But how?
It won't be long, Uncle.
What I know is real gold.
Let's go.
Cheers, mate.
No, mate. I'm full up. I'm full up!
Oh, come on then.
- Thanks.
- Cheers, mate.
Can you move right down
the side of the bus, please?
Do you mind?
Oi, hang on. What you doing?
Front door doesn't open, mate.
What you doing?
No, the front door doesn't open.
- Oi!
- Hey!
Bravo, Didier.
It's getting better and better.
The Brits are searching
for a European diplomat
who beat up a Syrian hacker in London.
Wouldn't that be your agent by any chance?
We told the British he wasn't one of ours.
I'm warning you, if he gets arrested,
he's on his own.
- The DGSE will not lift a finger.
- That won't be necessary.
- There you are.
- Alison.
Where are you with the report?
There's about to be a briefing.
CTC. They've got a suspect.
- Puss in Boots?
- And the barrier.
There's no evidence yet
the barrier was a hack.
So, it's a coincidence?
Two highly suspicious incidents
in 24 hours.
There was nothing in the initial triage.
We've imaged the system, and we're combing
through the fragments in the Slacks base.
But, as I keep saying,
these things take time.
Come on, Mark.
"Come on, Mark" what?
You keep saying to me,
"You must find this weird."
I deal with data, Alison.
Concrete evidence.
So, when will you know? Definitively?
Could be days. It could be weeks.
The Thames barrier has a very big server,
funnily enough.
I'll see you upstairs.
Right. Thank you, everybody.
Today's presentation
will be led by DI Hobbs
who is leading the investigation
of last night's incident.
Suspected terrorist and hacker,
Walid Hamza,
was taken to hospital at 10:30 p.m.
He's still unconscious, although
we've been told his condition is stable.
Born in Damascus, '94.
Enrolled 2014 in the Paris 6
Marie Curie University.
Computer sciences. Something of a prodigy.
Graduated with honors 2017,
then returned to Syria.
- At the height of the conflict.
- That's right.
He successfully hacked
Assad's security services.
We don't know why or who he's working for,
but he's clearly got form.
However, no record
of any return to Europe.
He seems to have entered the UK illegally,
although we don't know when.
Okay, Hamza's attacker...
Facial recognition identifies him
as Jean Petit,
a French national part of a visiting
EU delegation here in London.
MI5 confirm this?
For the moment,
everything about him checks out,
which doesn't square
with this man's profile.
He's clearly some kind of pro.
So what do you think? French intelligence?
We don't know yet.
Why haven't we arrested him yet?
Diplomatic immunity.
Also, we don't know where he is.
- Do we ask the French for help?
- No.
No, I don't wanna open that can of worms.
No, we have to find a way
to revoke his immunity.
No, we can't do that.
We'd have the media and every human rights
group jumping down our throats.
Not if we do it the right way.
Not if we find someone
who's beyond reproach,
someone like your better half, Albert.
I'm not sure involving Albert wouldn't
create a conflict of interest for me.
Conflict? Either you wanna
get this guy or you don't.
Richard, if we're going to do this,
it will need to be classified.
- If the media gets so much as a whisper...
- All right. All right. On it.
Let's just concentrate on finding a way
to revoke this bastard's immunity
and figure out what the fuck's going on.
Can I have a word?
I've decided to make way.
I'm officially handing in my notice.
Well, that's a bugger.
Because as much as it pains me
to say this,
I kind of need you
to stay in your post just now.
Yeah. No offense, Richard, but fuck off.
I know when I'm being set up
to be a fall guy.
I've been abused and humiliated enough.
Go through that door and this last week
will feel like a health spa.
I will unleash the fucking hounds on you.
Consider it an opportunity
to redeem yourself.
What would your mother say?
Courtesy of the Raj.
- Nice.
- You okay?
Hey!
Kim!
This girl.
We had a chat.
Neighbor said she saw her smoking weed
with some roughnecks on the corner.
That'll make Linda happy.
I don't exactly plan on telling her.
Oh, darling.
Got an interesting call today.
Mr. Banks offered me a pretty big case.
- You mean Jean Petit?
- Yeah.
Albert.
I hate to say this...
but he didn't offer it to you
because of how skilled you are.
What do you mean?
He offered it to you because you're
a prominent Black human rights lawyer
and far less likely to be suspected
of breaking the law.
I won't be breaking the law.
You think you can get his immunity lifted
another way?
If anyone can...
Do you know how big this could be for me?
I know.
So, then what's the problem?
You're worried I might get too close
to your boss?
- That'll never happen.
- Why not, eh?
Because that's not
how it works with Richard.
He'll get what he needs and drop you.
Albert.