Steal

Are you gonna tell me how you're involved?

I wasn't involved.

Did they...

Our best guess is they abducted him for some reason.

Okay, so shouldn't you be out there chasing after them?

Or at the crime scene or something?

I've got two entire squads doing that.

Right now, my only job is to sit at this table

till you tell me what you're doing here, Zara.

He, he called me up.

He was babbling. Distraught.

So, I told him I would come over and see if he was okay.

And then when I got there, I saw the blood in the lift,

and I, I just had to get out.

Of a window?

The, the men at the door, the cops, I thought they were the kidnappers.

So, yesterday, during the robbery, you took the call and saved the day.

And tonight, you're at it again, helping out.

You and Luke must be pretty tight then, you rushing through the night for him.

Yeah, we are.

So, he tells you everything?

He didn't tell me he was gonna get kidnapped.

- What about the heist? - No.

- Did he offer you a share? - No!

So, your best mate had a £4 billion payday and he didn't think to cut you in?

You see anyone when you were inside the building?

Anything might make the difference between us saving Luke... or not.

It's not just him.

If they saw you, you're in just as much danger.

Okay.

Someone will call you tomorrow to take your statement.

It wasn't your fault, you know, Rhys.

It was the surveillance team that fucked up.

Where were you when Luke called?

Why are you asking?

Because I'm your mate?

What about Zara?

Did you get a read on her?

Yeah, she's involved.

We've got enough to arrest her.

Not yet.

Let's put her under surveillance.

I'll gather some background info.

You go get a statement from her.

We can cross-check it with the team who were watching Luke.

Could be she's involved.

Or she's just an office worker whose life is so pointless

she has to get wasted every weekend just to bear it.

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Where's Wayne and Chee?

They went to, er...

Oh, nice.

I'm so hungry.

Zara, do they not piss you off?

Who?

The Investment Committee dickheads.

They're not all dickheads.

- Milo's all right... - They're on a million quid a year, basic

with 100% guaranteed bonus.

- Hmm? - What the fuck do they do for it?

They're getting rich off our work.

- No, that's not true. They... - Meanwhile, meanwhile,

we're sitting there, processing all their bullshit trades,

and what do we get for it?

Chips?

We're supposed to be getting drunk.

- Aw, boo! - Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Eating's cheating, Zara.

Especially when, you know, the woo-woo train is at the station.

100 grand?

- Yeah. - And where did you meet them?

Like, online.

Where online?

Playing Call of Duty.

- Oh, you gotta... Okay. - Okay, yes, I know.

Some people you've never met,

who just happened to be playing the same online game as you,

just happened to mention

that they're interested in hacking a pension fund,

which you just happen to work for?

It's 100 grand.

- You are being groomed, my love. - Listen, they said,

they said they need two of us, which is why I'm asking you.

Do you want in? Yes or no?

No. I am not going to jail for 50 grand.

No. No, no, no. It's 100 grand.

It's 100 grand each, okay?

And you're not gonna go to jail, because all they wanna do

is just get some info to hack our accounts.

Right? And they didn't just want any accounts.

They asked for our worst account.

So who do you think I said?

- Washington Tobacco. - Okay.

Right, they're just gonna hit their executive pot.

All right, course. So, we're basically saving people from cancer.

Think what we can do with 100 grand.

Coke and video games?

I'm in debt.

To who?

- To credit card companies, to... -

- To financial institutions. Banks! - Okay. All right.

- I, I'm fucked! - Okay, calm down!

- I am fucked! - Calm down.

I'm fucked, Zara. Please.

They said they're only gonna do it with two people. I'm begging you.

I, I, need this.

Okay, but why would they need two of us to give them the same info?

I don't know, they, something to do with the verification,

- hacking the log-in system... - Well, that's what's

- even fucking dodgier, Luke. - Sure.

There's no way that we're gonna

Come on, hurry up!

Yeah. Hold on.

- - Er, no, no.

I just like onions with mine.

Oh, God.

Why do we do this every weekend?

It's 100 grand!

We... we fucking deserve it.

Look into your future 30 years from now,

doing the same mind-numbing shit, reading the same fucking spreadsheets

and all the while, the traders are getting younger and younger

and making more in a year than we are ever gonna see

in our entire lives.

And all the while, that buzzing sound in the back of your head, yeah?

You hear it? That little mosquito getting louder and louder?

That is your fucking life. You fucking wasted it.

So, wait, do you know what you're gonna turn out like?

- Your mum. And... - Fuck you!

No, you know what? Fuck you!

I'm going in on Monday, I'm gonna change teams.

I'm gonna get put on track for an investment role.

You can process trades on your fucking own.

That's never gonna work, Zara!

You said it yourself. They'll laugh you out the room.

What, 'cause I'm, I'm such a joke, am I?

No, because they don't see what I see.

Okay? They just see a girl in a crumpled suit

with a psychology degree from a second-rate uni

who has never, ever shown any ambition.

And that's not gonna change, Zara. Not for them.

We'll see.

Well?

Well, they said...

I'm an exceptional worker with

an outstanding eye for detail,

a meticulous approach to the paperwork and a

rare gift for the numerate side of the job.

- And... -

it's for those reasons they think I'm best suited

to a continued role in the back office.

Yeah.

One condition.

I don't wanna do this over your...

PlayStation, okay?

If I'm gonna get involved in

whatever this is,

I wanna meet them.

In person. Otherwise, I'm not getting involved.

Deal.

MI5? Are you serious?

It's in their remit.

And it's just one analyst. A liaison.

- Thanks for the heads-up. - Yesterday, you were worried

we were moving too slowly, today, we're going too fast?

This surveillance request for...

Zara Dunne.

She's Luke Selborn's work wife.

I think she's involved.

Right, well, put in the paperwork. I'll see what I can do.

Here he is.

You never know.

Might be fun to have an actual spy in the office.

DCI Covaci? Sam Fitch.

- Rhys is fine. Pleased to meet you. - You, too.

Look, I, er, just wanted to say, straight off the bat,

I'm not here to step on any toes.

I'm a resource. I've got a line straight back to Thames House,

all the tech and expertise we've got there.

But only if you want it.

That's great. Thank you.

Er, we'll introduce you to the team

- and, er, Ellie can show you around. - Sure.

Everyone. Listen up.

This is Sam Fitch, from the security services.

He's gonna be in the office, helping out.

It's not every day they get introduced to a spy.

Er, spy is not really the right word.

- I'm an intelligence officer, which is... -

basically just a glorified civil servant.

- Kinda like you lot. -

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