Shakespeare & Hathaway - Private Investigators

No, no, no, no.

What's up?

Malware.

Use the scrubber.

Now it's frozen.

It's into your directory.

Um, try rebalancing the server load.

I'm trying!

Dean's going to kill me if we lose this work.

- What's happening? - Someone's hacking us.

Well, do something!

We're under attack.

Oh.

- Frank! - It's push to open.

Yes, I know that and you said

that you were going to fix it.

And a good morning to you too.

It's like a sauna in here.

The heating's officially gone bananas.

Well, it's hot enough to grow them.

Many people would be happy to have such robust heating.

You have got to admit it, Frank,

this office is starting to show its age.

Nonsense. It's got personality.

Just think of the proud history in every brick and beam.

It's got so much proud history

it's crumbling under the weight of it.

- My laptop's gone mad. - Control, alt, delete.

- All right, guys, how's it going? - Spider!

What're you doing in my laptop?

I thought I'd pop by and have a word.

Couldn't you do it like a human?

He probably tried, couldn't get in the door.

Don't worry, Frank, it's not a social call.

I'm in need of your unique skills.

Oh, yes, Frank, look at this.

Nice modern office building

where the walls don't look like they are going to fall in on you.

You'd be up and down these stairs all day.

- Hey! - Hey!

- Bore da! - That's Welsh.

Look at us, the old clan back together again.

Tell you what, Spider.

I don't think I've ever seen you so dressed up.

Oh, I appreciate the interest, Luella, but I have to pass,

there's another fly I'd like snared in this web.

- So what's the job? - It's a sweet gig.

I'm running cybersecurity here at Forosa.

They're a tech start-up.

I thought you had to go to Silicon Valley

for that sort of thing?

We've got a tech corridor right here on the Avon.

Oh, here comes the big boss. Don't embarrass me now.

Welcome to Forosa! I'm the CEO, Bertram Tark.

- Friends call me Bertie. - Is that us?

Let's find out.

- Oh. - Oh.

- Please. - Thank you.

I welcome you into my personal space.

Please, take a pew.

Where are the actual seats?

We feel that old ways of sitting mean old ways of thinking.

These are great for your posture.

Oh, right. Well, I love new ways of thinking.

Are you all right?

Sorry, I just, erm...

I just... dropped my car keys.

- (squeezing) - (grunting)

So, how much has Spider mentioned?

Er, nothing just to bring our electronic bug sweeper.

He means an electronic counter measuring sweeping device.

Spider, that's not necessary.

Forosa's got an app coming out that's going to blow up.

We're talking nine figures big.

Nine!

And we are going to launch in four days.

Oh! Why... why the rush?

It's an arms race.

The US competition are pulling out all the big guns

to try and stop our app.

I don't see how we can help.

Well, no. Especially not Frank he's only just learnt

how to open an email.

Just keys again.

- Anyway, I think there's a mole. - Which I can't buy into.

We're a family here.

Yes, however, we have seen many family

become their own worst enemy.

See?

They have that intuition about people.

Well, I guess it couldn't hurt.

Remember there's a potential billion dollars at stake here,

who gets it depends on that app launch.

Don't you worry, Mr Tark.

For a billion dollars, we'll do our best.

Helena?

Clearly contemplating our countdown to our future success there.

This is Frank and Lu, they'll be helping Spider today.

Nice to meet you.

Though not sure Spider needs any help keeping a close eye on us.

Yeah. Just your regular appropriate eye distance...

Okay, so we're going to want to scan the place,

and then ask everyone a few questions if that's all right?

Everyone? I better go prepare Dean.

- Who's Dean? - He's the programmer.

The app's his baby.

So what's this fancy new app about?

It's called FindFitFab.

The biggest question shopping online is, "Will it suit me?"

We generate an augmented reality picture of you,

in whatever item of clothing you choose.

Find, fit, fabulous.

Isn't she marvellous?

The app I mean...

Let me show you, can I take a picture of your shirt?

Ooo, yes

It's, uh, loaded up on our test phones.

Frank, look at that! That's amazing!

How many times do I say to you, "She looks great in that shirt",

and what I really mean is I would look great in that shirt.

So this app means I don't have to get involved in this stuff?

Ugh, yeah.

- I'm in. - Shall we move on?

Yeah.

This is the server room.

Ah, usually the data's saved to the cloud,

but I've taken Forosa off line.

Right, so no one can use the internet?

That's right.

I've air-gapped the entire office.

- No access, no hacks. - So this is the only copy.

- Yes, that's right, Frank. - Doesn't that make it vulnerable?

It's Fort Knox, this.

I've installed a motion sensor alarm...

- (Lu) Oh. - (Frank) Oh.

It's off while we're in here.

And no one can get in because the door only opens

with voice recognition keyed to either me, Dean or Bertie.

Right so not that girl

that you were making moon eyes at earlier?

Ooh.

I don't know what you mean! I'm just a hired gun.

A wandering Ronin.

Who's clearly in love with Helena.

Okay, well, I may have a teeny tiny crush.

We met gaming online years back.

She was the hottest ogre mage I ever saw.

It takes all types.

When H recommended me for this job, here's the opportunity

to take things to the next level, by saving the company.

Oh, wow!

I'm not sure that's how romance works!

But it's lovely.

- This way, please. - Oh.

He's ready for you.

Ooh.

See you server room.

Dean, this is Ms Shakespeare and...

Ooh, sorry!

No wonder the place is so clean with this thing going around.

Twelve seconds and these Luddites are already breaking the machines.

Sorry.

This works. Thank you, Dean!

Meet Dean, the man who made the app possible.

- Right, hi. - Hello Dean.

Can you remember that your work here is secondary to mine.

Do not interfere with my work or approach me without permission.

Right, okay.

Sorry, how do we get your permission

if we're not allowed to come near you?

Email.

Well, we'll crack on with scanning.

- Shall we? - Okay.

Yeah, see if, uh, see if anyone's listening in.

Uh...

I don't have time for paranoid amateurs playing

- with toys... - Ba ba ba.

- No... - (mumbles)

Oooooo.

Eeeeee.

Oooooo.

Oooooo.

You see it's not paranoia

if someone's actually out to get you is it?

You've been bugged.

Someone planted this.

- Which means? - You've got a mole.

- Who lives in a hole. - Hmm.

- Morning, Sandeep. - Morning.

- Loving those upgrades. - Thank you.

- Keep up the good work. - Thank you so much.

Idiot! Idiot!

No! No! No!