Spooks

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...

'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.

'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.

Ow! Shit!

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.

'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.

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.

We tapped his phone line.

'Yeah, they got burnt today, I saw them.'

'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!

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.