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I'm out.
Raise.
I call it.
Here.
Oh, shit.
That's enough!
Karma.
Look at your face. You're already out of it.
I'm totally wasted.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- Hey! Stefano! - Hey, right, coming, coming, coming.
Let's go! 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 ♪
Ho, ho, the boss himself. What did I do now?
I got a job for you. Urgent.
Hang on a second.
OK, go ahead.
Two Syrian hackers requested asylum at the French Embassy.
- We have to get them to Paris. - They have passports?
Making them now.
The DGSE?
They're not on this one. It's on us.
Mm-hmm.
The usual on my end?
Yeah.
All right.
- Morning, Mr. President. - Morning.
- Sophie. - Mr. President.
Hello, Didier.
You'll bring us coffee?
Mmm.
Right.
Please tell me why you're disturbing me at seven in the morning.
We got a problem in Damascus, Mr. President.
The short version is we have two hackers in Damascus requesting asylum.
They have highly classified intel
on future cyberattacks in Europe.
What attacks? You mean civilian targets?
For right now, that's all we know.
If they hit our infrastructure, we could have some casualties.
And so who are they? Do we know?
They crashed the servers of the Syrian police.
High-end Russian tech. The damage was extensive.
All we know is they're geniuses and everyone wants them.
Mm-hmm.
And why did they pick France?
Our opposition to Assad?
One of them went to college in Paris, speaks French.
The younger one has never been out of Damascus.
- But I suppose you... - Two choices.
Either call the Syrian authorities or exfiltrate them right now.
Is Syrian intelligence aware they called our embassy?
Not yet, but they will be.
How long would DGSE take to exfiltrate?
Two days.
Give me the green light. I'll have it done in the next hour.
We can't let the Russians beat us out, or the British, for that matter.
Sorry, Sophie, but I was appointed to head the task force,
so I'm employing new methods.
I already made a few calls.
We do have a guy in Damascus. He's prepared to act swiftly.
I think we should move.
Very well, then. Fine. That's what we'll do.
Madam Director, your full support in this is crucial.
- And you're sure it's a hack? - That's what he said.
Risk assessments in by Wednesday.
Minister.
We'll pick this up, uh, 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, uh, 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.
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.
You okay? On your way?
Yeah, we're fine.
Anybody follow you?
No.
- Now... - Shh.
... on the road to Homs...
- Shh. - ... at the 100-kilometer marker,
right before the Turkish border,
Ain Aksa, you'll see the signs.
Okay, thanks. The passports?
At your feet.
Shh!
Thanks. Thank you very much. How do we recognize you?
Don't worry, but you'd better hurry. The chopper won't wait.
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!
Don't move!
Are you okay?
Brilliant job.
I have satellite imagery of your massive screwup. You wanna see it?
Sure.
Our spy satellite just relayed it.
We monitor that area 24/7.
That's your contractor, I imagine.
No idea. I don't manage the details.
There are no "details" in this business, Didier.
Thanks to you, all these guys have evaporated.
Disappeared off the radar.
Thanks, Sophie.
But don't celebrate yet. I'm not finished.
Go on. Get lost. We're keeping him.
French. DGSE. Hmm.
What happened to the hackers? What'd you do with them?
Did you have a 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' 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, hmm?
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?
Mmm.
Richard.
- Alison there? - No, no, no. She's, uh...
- 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.
Ta-da.
What is all this about?
Well, we're both here at the same time.
I thought that's something to celebrate.
Ah.
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!
- Mmm. - Mmm.
Come here.
- Come on. - Mm-hmm.
Whoo!
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.
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 is not yet known if there has been any loss of life
as a result of the flooding.
The prime minister will chair a COBRA emergency committee 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, uh, 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.
Oh, hey, boy. How are you? Yes.
Handsome guy. Handsome guy, you are, huh?
- How are you? - Good. You?
- Yo! - Yeah, what's up? What? What?
Gabriel! You're in Paris!
Oh, man! What is this? You been dieting?
- What? What? - Yeah. Syria doesn't agree with you.
It doesn't agree with anyone. Actually, I'm starving.
- What's to eat? - Whatever you like.
Make me anything, but, please, French.
French? You got it.
Adele, something to eat for my friend.
Ah.
- Coming down. - All right.
You did lose weight.
- Hmm? - You lost weight.
You realize where I was?
By the way, did I mention I got ratted out to the Syrians?
First of all, who do you think it was?
I have no idea.
I was thinking DGSE assholes, but... turns out no.
Anyway, it's impossible it came from me.
No one here knew a damn thing about this operation.
Well, the Russians knew.
Why the fuck were they there?
You're asking me? How should I know?
I guess they must have leaned on the Syrians to turn over the hackers.
That's all I can figure.
My client's all over me on this one.
He wants those hackers in Paris.
We have a tap on one of the guys's mother.
She called her son. We got a ping and a location.
They're both now in London.
- London? - Mm-hmm.
They have an uncle who works in a hotel there.
Judging by their conversation, they're scared they'll catch a bullet.
Can't say I blame them.
If they get whacked, we'll pass for a bunch of fucking clowns.
Who's your client?
You know I'm not at liberty to say.
However, what you're looking for is a flash drive.
He should still have it on him.
ID, passport.
Jean Petit?
Fuck, these names you choose.
You're a European diplomat.
Phone's encrypted. Call me whenever you want.
I'm trusting you here. Play nice.
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!
Calm down!
We need to talk.
BIOMETRIC CODE ACCEPTED ENTER THE PASSCODE
You all right, guy?
Yeah, you know... Here, look.
I told you to play nice.
But on the bright side...
I did grab this thing.
Were you able to open it?
Nah. It's encoded.
You have to find Samir.
Don't worry, I will.
Yes, Mr. Taraud. Good news. We found the Syrians.
And? Where are they?
- In London. - Are you shitting me?
I pay you to bring them to Paris, and they're in London?
Hang on a second. The main thing is we know their location.
I can take it from there, okay?
Dumas, if they sell this information to the British, it's a catastrophe.
I know. I get it. But trust me to handle it. Are we good?
- 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.
- Thanks. - Cheers, mate.
Can you move right down inside 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!
Nice, Didier. Keeps getting better.
The English flagged a European diplomat
who beat up a Syrian hacker in London.
Was that your contractor by any chance?
We told the British he's not ours.
I warn you, if he gets arrested, he has no protection.
- The DGSE won't be there to help. - 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, uh, 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.
Oh. 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. - Hmm?
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?
Oh. If anyone can...
Do you know how big this could be for me?
I know.
So, then, what's the problem?
What, you're worried I might get too close to your boss?
- That'll never happen. - Oh. Why not, eh?
Because that's not how it works with Richard.
He'll get what he needs and drop you.
Albert.
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