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♪ It's all right it's okay ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's all right I
say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's all right I
say it's okay ♪

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day ♪

[Soft music]

A couple of weeks ago, you
were moaning that the workload

was too heavy without Jack.

We're not saying we
don't need someone.

It's just who that someone is.

- What's wrong with Steve?
- Nothing, nothing.

He's a nice bloke. He just
needs calming down a bit.

- We didn't get a say in it.
- No, you didn't.

- Well, then.
- Well, then, what?

Finding a replacement
for Jack was my decision

and mine alone, Brian.

But it's a new
member of the family.

No, it's a new
member of the team.

He's a good detective
and that's all that matters.

- Hey!
- Oh, speak of the devil.

Hello, Steve. I hear
they found a body?

Apparently so, yeah.

- But we don't do dead bodies.
- Don't we?

Not fresh ones.

Who said it was a
fresh one, Gerry?

- [All] Morning.
- Settling in all right?

Oh, yeah, I think they're
settling in fine, yeah.

Hey, where's my coffee?

Well, he just shouldn't be here.

I don't know, he
don't look very well.

No, I mean, he's
not one of ours.

Our bodies are
all accounted for.

We're very careful, you know.

When someone donates
themselves to medical science,

they deserve a
certain level of respect.

And this young man?

Well, he's been dissected
by the medical students

- and he shouldn't have been.
- Why not?

The paperwork's, all wrong.

Sorry, we've been called
in to sort out a clerical error?

No, you don't understand.

According to the system,

this is Christopher
Smith from haringey.

This is the address
where we were supposed

to be sending his remains.

You send the bodies
back after they've been...?

The ashes. We cremate the bodies

and send the ashes back
to the family, if there is one.

One reason people
donate themselves

is there's no-one to
come to the funeral

or make arrangements.

That's why I take a bit of care
with them. Someone should.

Anyway, Christopher
Smith from haringey?

Doesn't exist.

Name, the address,
the next of kin, all fake.

And how could that happen?

I've no idea.

System's all computerised,

so someone would have
had to get into the system

and create a file for him,
though how they did that...

You know, if I hadn't checked,

he'd have ended up
at the crematorium

and then we'd have had
no idea who he really was.

So how did the body
actually get in here

- and who admitted him?
- I would have admitted him

and if the paperwork
was in order,

I would have put
him in the fridge.

His real name was
Martin longthorn.

How do we know that?

He was on the
missing persons register

and we've confirmed it with DNA.

You should know
that he was one of us.

- What, a copper?
- Yeah, he worked in admin

for the met's specialist
crime directorate.

He'd been there
for over ten years,

barely missed a day's work.

Then, a year ago, he
went out for the evening

and never came back.

So how long has he been here?

And how long has he been dead?

Well, if the files are right,
he's been here about a year.

Yeah, forensics agree.

So not long after
he went missing?

He's still a new body as
far as ucos is concerned.

It's a suspicious death,
sir. We can't touch it.

Actually, there was
nothing suspicious

about the death itself.

Catastrophic
subarachnoid haemorrhage.

This is professor Blake,

head of undergraduate
medical education.

The only positive aspect to
all this is that mr longthorn

has been given an
extensive postmortem.

My students have examined
all his major organs in detail.

The heart and liver were fine,

the lungs showed
a little damage,

probably due to
childhood asthma,

but the cause of death,
beyond any doubt,

was a sudden and catastrophic
subarachnoid haemorrhage.

Brain bleed?

Most likely caused by
a pre-existing aneurysm.

Could have been
there for some time.

May or may not
have been diagnosed.

It wouldn't have
made any difference.

Given the location,
it was inoperable.

So he just dropped dead?

It would have been
sudden, extremely painful,

and there would
have been nothing

that anyone could have
done anything about it.

So, if he wasn't murdered,

why would anyone feel the
need to cover up his death

by smuggling the body in
here under a false name?

Well, that's what
I'd like to know.

Well, it's obviously
a special one, sir,

unless you're going to
come out on all our cases

from now on?

Martin longthorn had a
high security clearance.

I thought you said
he worked in admin?

He did, however, he
had access to information

about officers working
deep cover assignments.

You're kidding.

Obviously there was
an awful lot of concern

when he went missing originally,

but the missing persons team

couldn't find anything untoward,

and our own
internal investigation

assured us that none
of the information

that Martin had access
to was compromised.

But now he's turned up
here, under a false name.

Yeah. And alarm bells
are ringing all over again.

So, who reported him missing?

His mum moira called it in.

He lived with her,

but she wasn't the last
person to see him alive.

He'd gone out that
evening to a pub,

the reliance in chalk farm.

Uniforms flashed
his picture around,

and they discovered he'd been
with a local, Catherine green.

She said they'd just
had a drink together

and then went
their separate ways.

Do we have an
address for miss green?

Yeah, there's a workplace,

an fe college
library in holloway.

All right, I'll speak to her.

Steve, Gerry, you take the mum.

- How much does she know?
- You'll have to go gently.

What about me?

I'll take you to the
funeral directors' entrance.

Obviously, they're usually
picking up, not delivering.

But you do take deliveries?

Mm.

How does it actually
happen, then?

How do you donate your
body to medical science?

Well, it's not so much to
medical science, actually.

You donate yourself
to a medical school.

We have a specific consent form.

Obviously, you have to
fill it in before you pass.

Well, obviously. Why
would somebody do that?

People have lots of reasons.

Like I said, if there's
no close family,

but mostly it's because
they want to help others

after they die.

So, every now and
then we get a call,

and then we get a delivery
from a funeral director.

By the back door.

Well, it's really not good
for patient confidence

to have hearses pulling
up alongside ambulances.

It's something you
never really think about.

Hospitals are supposed to
be about preserving the living,

not the dead.

Well, a lot of people
end their journeys here.

Shall we?

How long have you
worked at the hospital?

Um, best part of 15 years.

- And always in the morgue?
- Of course.

It was just paperwork and
big fridges when I started.

Then they started
computerising things.

Never seem to
have got it quite right,

but I make sure I'm up to speed.

- You do right.
- I know what people think.

It's just a morgue, no
more harm to be done here.

But it's important
that things are right.

Yeah, of course it is.

They may just be
bodies to the doctors

and medical students, but to
me they're my responsibility.

And when the med students
have finished with them,

I think we owe
them a bit of dignity.

Is there any other way
in to the department?

Gerry, er, maybe you should
take the lead on this one,

me being the new
boy and everything, eh?

If you want. Okay.

Just come through, then.

Thank you.

When you say you
have news about Martin,

it's not good news, is it?

No, I'm afraid it
isn't, mrs longthorn.

You best sit down,
mrs longthorn.

All right, there you go.

It's been a year
with no word, so...

I've prepared myself
for the worst. Just say it.

We found Martin's body.

How? I mean...

[Moira sighs]

You know what I mean.

We don't think there
was any foul play.

Martin had a brain haemorrhage.

I see.

Well, no, I don't, really.

Didn't anyone take
him to hospital?

Erm, yes. Yeah, they
did eventually, yes.

I want to see him. I
want to see my boy.

We really don't think
that's a good idea.

If you don't take
me, I'll bloody walk.

I don't doubt it, moira,
but I think you should hear

what we've got
to say to you first.

This is the only other
way in, and look...

Ah! How long do you
keep the recordings?

12 months. Do you want copies?

Yes, please.

So, if me or the other
morgue administrators

don't recognise
you, you don't get in.

So, how many people
have the code for this place?

Myself and the other
administrators, medical examiners,

some members of
the teaching faculty,

usually from the
anatomy department,

and medical students, of course.

Anybody else has to
be buzzed in, signed in

and supervised at all times.

So, whoever brought the
body in either knew the code

or knew someone who knew it?

Mm. Exactly.

Or else they just watched
somebody else type it in.

Can they do that,
just get a body out?

Oh, yeah. They're all
assigned their own cadavers

and they can do extra
study and dissection

whenever they have time,

and providing the proper
supervision is available.

- They're just kids.
- First years.

And do they get
up to any hijinks?

Hijinks?

Well, medical students
have a bit of a reputation,

don't they?

They never offer to
give somebody a hand?

Or literally put a
foot in the door?

No, no, no, no. That
just doesn't happen.

- It doesn't? Really?
- Really.

Do you know what it takes
to get into a medical school

these days, let alone
one as prestigious as this?

They have to stay
focused once they get here,

and, believe me,

professor Blake wouldn't
stand for anything like that.

There you go.

Thanks.

You have to understand
the students didn't know.

They thought
he'd consented to...

What have they done to him?

The important
thing to remember is

he wouldn't have felt
or known anything.

But we're not gonna lie to
you, moira. He's a bit of mess.

You wouldn't want to
remember him that way.

You want to
remember him like this.

He was such a good
boy, he really was.

[Moira sighs]

I mean, we had our ups
and downs, you know.

Well, of course.
Mums and sons, isn't it.

And it wasn't easy for
him, having me as a mum.

I'm sure that's not true.

He was still a little boy
when they told me I'd got Ms.

He had to get his head
around what that meant.

For the future.

Still, Martin coped with it
better than his father did.

Yeah, where is Martin's father?

God knows. He just walked
out, said he couldn't cope.

And he left you to look
after Martin on your own?

No, Martin had to
do the looking-after.

He was my carer, really.

I'm not saying he
never complained

but, you know, we managed.

Sounds like a good lad.

When he went missing

[soft music]

I did wonder if, um...

If he'd had enough
of running after me,

and had done what his dad did.

And I wouldn't have blamed him,

but I should have known better.

Martin always
wanted to help people.

He tried to join your lot, you
know, and be a policeman.

Why didn't he?

Failed the medical. His asthma.

Yeah, but he did
come and work with us.

Oh, yeah, yeah. No, he
loved his job, he really did.

He said he liked to
feel he was doing his bit.

Moira, do you know anything
about this girl he was meeting

on the evening that
he disappeared?

No, I didn't know anything
until the police asked me

about somebody called Catherine.

He told me he was
gonna see a film that night.

Well, sons don't tell
mums everything, do they?

Don't you think we know that?

It was an Internet date,
through an online agency.

Their computers match
you up, put you in touch,

and you go for a drink
and see what happens.

And what did happen?

Well, I thought it
was going pretty well

but he deployed his parachute.

Parachute?

You know, the
emergency phone call.

Heading out on a first date

and you don't know
how it's gonna go,

so you get someone
to call you 40 minutes in,

and if it's going well you say,

"sorry, mate, I can't talk now."

And if it's going badly,

you pretend there's
been an emergency

and you have to
leave immediately.

A work thing in
this particular case.

Some kind of work
emergency only he could fix.

He was just trying to
spare my feelings I suppose,

which is something, isn't it?

- Well, maybe it was genuine.
- Come on.

Why, what did he say exactly?

Oh, I can't honestly remember.

Something had come up at work.

I didn't like to ask because
I thought he was lying.

He was nice enough to walk
me back to the tube station.

And then?

I got a kiss.

On the forehead.

Ah.

And that was the
last I saw of him,

or expected to see of him.

I was hardly surprised
when he didn't call,

although I didn't
expect the police

to turn up looking for him.

Not my best date.

I don't know. I've had worse.

Martin spent half
his life in here,

up until all hours, tapping
away on that computer.

Yeah? Was he in to anything
specific, do you know?

I haven't got the foggiest.

He kept trying to
get me to have a go,

but I didn't fancy it much.

Especially not after the
headaches it gave him.

Horrible they were, like
migraines or something.

Did he ever see a
doctor about that?

No. I kept telling
him he should go.

Is that what they were,
then, that thing in his head?

The aneurysm? Definitely.

If he... and if he had
gone to the doctor...?

If i'd, you know, made
more of a point of it?

No, no, no, no.

You see with
Martin, where it was

meant they couldn't have
done anything about it.

He said he could speak
to people all over the world

on that thing without
having to leave the house.

Well, he was right.

But I wanted him to leave
the house, though, get out,

meet real people,
not computer ones.

All he ever did was go to work,

come home and go on that thing.

Yeah, but was he was happy?

Well, he said he was.

But?

About a year and a half ago,

he went for another
job, still in the police.

He wanted to join
the e-crimes unit.

The computer boys? Sounds
like he would have been perfect.

Well, he thought so.

And he got through
to the final interview

but I collapsed that morning,
out there in the hallway.

One of the neighbours found
me and called an ambulance.

Martin should have
gone to that interview.

I mean, he knew it's
what I would have wanted,

but he dropped everything
and came to the hospital instead.

And that was that.

Moira, would you mind if we
took Martin's laptop with us,

just to help with
the investigation?

Well, the last lot
took the computer,

the missing persons team.

They reckon they
didn't find anything.

Yeah, but missing persons
don't have what we have.

- Oh!
- What?

This laptop, it's a
unix-based operating system.

Meaning?

Meaning he doesn't
know how to work it.

Oh, and you do?

Why don't we get some
of the e-crimes boys down?

- God, no, thanks!
- Is that a bad idea?

Oh, I can't stand them hanging
around, talking gibberish,

treating us like we're
moronic dinosaurs

cos we're not on Facebook.

- I'm on Facebook.
- Of course you are.

Right, then. This is the
cctv footage from the morgue

on the evening that Martin
longthorn disappeared.

Now, here's the first problem.

God! How dumb is that?

Exactly. The camera's
pointing directly at the keypad,

so if you can access the
security system by computer,

you can just watch
somebody key the numbers in.

That's assuming
someone did have access.

Which they obviously
did. Because look at this.

Now, this is from
early in the morning.

Now, keep your eye on the clock.

- Oh!
- There.

What was that, like 20 minutes?

- 22 and a half.
- It's just gone.

It's been erased
from the hard drive,

and the same section is
missing from all the cameras,

- inside and out.
- Well, who could do that?

Well, there's about
120 staff and students

who have physical
access to the morgue,

but the hospital are
very security-conscious,

and I spoke to professor Blake,

and he says that there's
a systems password

that you need to get into the
computer to get to the cctv.

And that password's
changed every day.

At least that
narrows it down a bit.

Yeah, but there
must be some record

of who could access the
system and delete the footage.

I, um, think they were
probably smart enough

not to leave a trace.

Er, Xander levine. Detective
superintendent Pullman?

Yeah.

Xander levine,
e-crime. From e-crime.

Oh, hi. Hi.

- There's a laptop?
- Yeah. Brian?

- Xander?
- Yes?

- Is that your real name?
- Yes.

I'll, er...

- All right if I...
- No! Not there, no!

- That's Jack's desk.
- Er, tell you what.

Steve, why don't you
put your stuff up here?

Er, oh, no, hey. I'm
fine where I am for now.

Xander, come over. I'll make
a bit of space for you here.

Here, pop it down there.

So we've got 22 and
a half minutes missing

which is probably very likely

when the body was
placed in the morgue.

So what we need to do is
find the names of all the people

who had passwords to that system

to see if there's any
connection to Martin longthorn.

Martin longthorn?

What?

Sorry. This laptop
belonged to Martin longthorn?

- Did you know him?
- Yeah. Not well.

He tried out for a job in
e-crimes but something happened

and he couldn't make
the last interview.

Yeah, his mother was very ill.

He took me out for
coffee a few times,

I gave him some pointers.

He went missing, didn't he?

Yeah, his body's just been
discovered in a morgue,

under a false name.

But why would anyone...?

Right. Sorry, that's
what you're doing.

When did you last speak to him?

He took me out for lunch in
a cafe, maybe a week or so,

after the last interview
was supposed to take place,

as a sort of a thank-you
for helping him.

That was a couple of months
before he went missing.

- How did he seem?
- Pretty upset.

Can you remember anything
else you talked about?

The roguenet group, probably.

Roguenet, what's that?

Online group,
political activists.

They attack the computer
systems of banks,

insurance companies,
that kind of thing.

- What was Martin's interest?
- Just curious, I think.

That's why he
wanted to join e-crime.

He was interested in what makes
the members of roguenet tick

and how they do what they do.

Right, I've got some work to do,

but you're welcome to stick
around for a couple of hours

and see if you can turn
up anything on that laptop.

What you got there?

Oh, I picked up a
sandwich at the hospital.

It was either that or
fried chicken again.

Steve, you're in
London. We have cuisine.

Hey, it's not all deep-fried
Mars bars in Glasgow,

you know?

Get off! All Scottish
food's based on a dare.

Hey, that's fighting talk, pal.

Here, I tell you what, why
don't we go out to dinner?

What, you buying?

[Mr. Lane] Behave yourself,
it's not a date! Jump in.

[Steve] Fair dos.

[Soft music]

[Knocking on door]

I think I've found something.

There's very little
on here of any use,

but I wanted to be thorough,

so I dug around in a few places

where Internet history and
login details can be cached

without being referenced
in the main registry.

Okay. It doesn't really...

It wouldn't help you
to understand that.

What did you find?

Hawksmoor 17.

I'm sorry. I have no
idea what that means.

The roguenet group.

You're saying that
hawksmoor 17 is one of them?

He cropped up on a few
of the forums they use

a little over a year ago.

Very active for a while, talking
to some of the key players,

Jake Bentley among them.

Jake was a leading
light in roguenet,

called himself major mayhem.

He's in prison here, awaiting
an extradition hearing.

The Americans wanna try
him for a denial of service attack

against a wall street brokerage
that cost them over $100m.

And hawksmoor
17 is a friend of his?

Or an accomplice. We were
never able to track him down.

- But Martin longthorn did?
- No.

This is a secure login ID for
a forum held in the Ukraine

by some of the
Russian hacker gangs.

The ID is cached in
this computer's memory

because it was needed
to allow hawksmoor 17

access to the site.

Martin hadn't found
hawksmoor. He was hawksmoor.

No! He wouldn't have been
involved in anything like that.

I told you both, he loved
working for the police.

It must have been
very hard on him,

missing out on that computer
job he'd set his heart on.

Do you think he wasn't
used to getting knockbacks?

I'm sure he put on
a brave face, but...

He didn't have to put on any
face on with me. I'm his mum.

- Moira...
- No why don't you just finish

picking over me dead
son's belongings?

Then you can get
out of my house.

This doesn't work like any
other criminal organisation

you might come
across in the real world.

There's no hierarchy,
there's no stated aims...

They probably don't
even know each other.

Absolutely, mr Lane.

These individuals are
scattered around the world.

They never meet in real life

and they certainly make a policy

never to reveal their
real names to each other.

So what have they got in common?

An interest in cracking
computer security

and a loosely shared
set of social ideals.

According to this,
the roguenet group

claimed responsibility
for crashing the websites

of several major newspapers
here and in the america,

and for leaking
confidential reports

from the ministry of defence,
the nhs, the Pentagon

- and the United Nations.
- Blimey!

Surely all these activities
require organisation?

And if there's organisation,
there must be a hierarchy.

None that we can establish,

and we've worked
on this for three years.

They talk to each other on
various underground forums

and they seem to form into cells

to perform particular tasks,
not everyone does everything.

We're still a long way from
understanding how it all works.

But you managed to
catch this guy Jake Bentley.

More by luck than design.

We were after
someone called boz,

who we'd identified as a
key UK figure in roguenet.

Boz seems to be an activist
in the more traditional sense,

organising anti-corporate
activities against UK companies,

or fighting government initiatives
on the nhs, unemployment,

that sort of thing.

We knew boz was in contact

with a someone
called major mayhem,

who'd helped coordinate
some of the looting

in London and
Birmingham in 2011.

We couldn't get close to
boz, he was too cautious,

but we had some luck in
tracking down major mayhem

who turned out to
be Jake Bentley,

a 20-year-old kid from Leeds.

And Martin longthorn was
in contact with Jake Bentley?

- Yes.
- And boz?

We don't know. It's possible.

And Martin had access to
some very sensitive material,

not least the identities
of undercover officers.

Roguenet could be sitting on it.

Saving it for a rainy
day, you mean?

Does putting the lives
of serving police officers

on the line, fit the profile of
a group of social activists?

No, not the vast
majority of them at least.

But there are a few who
have no qualms about it.

Boz?

Boz would be one of those, yeah.

[Soft music]

Major mayhem, I presume?

We wanna talk to you
about hawksmoor 17.

- Never heard of him.
- Yes, you have.

You spoke to him on and
off for a couple of months

on one of the
roguenet group forums.

- The what?
- Oh, no, Jake.

Don't play this game.
You're not that guy.

There's plenty in here who
could sit across this table

and give us some
lip, but not you.

- No?
- Some brick shithouse

with love and hate
on his knuckles,

takes a ski-mask and a
sawn-off shotgun to work.

That guy can sit across there
and throw out some attitude

because we can't make
his day better or worse

than it already is.

But you're 21 years old, son.

You've got a poster of jar
jar binks on your bedroom wall

and, up until now,
the scariest thing

that's ever happened to you

is watching a bootleg copy
of the Blair witch project

on your own with the lights out.

So drop the act, son.
It's not cutting any ice.

Hawksmoor's real name
was Martin longthorn.

Did you know him?

In the world? No. I talked
to him a few times online.

What about?

I'm sure your e-crime boys
have got the transcripts.

What did you talk about?

He reckoned he was a player.

- Was he?
- I don't know. Maybe.

He jumped through some hoops,

tests people set, to see
how good someone is,

to see if they're
the real thing.

Break into a secure
system, plant a flag.

A flag?

A daft picture or a bit of code

that makes the system
behave a certain way.

It's like a tag, or signature,

so everyone knows
you were there.

And Martin longthorn
passed these tests, did he?

Yeah.

Why'd he get in
contact with you?

He was trying to
sell something, a file.

What file?

Information.

Confidential information,

he claimed came
from a police server.

And did he show you any proof

that he actually
had this information?

No. I didn't push because
I wasn't interested.

I don't have a
problem with the police.

I think you're doing a
difficult job as well as you can.

Nut my targets were the banks,

the corporations
and the governments

- they've got in their pockets.
- But this-this information

would be valuable
to somebody, though.

Yeah! The Russian gangs
would bite your hands off

cos they can put
it up for auctions

and make a fortune
off it, if it was real.

I had no use for it.

Whatever he had,

it's worrying you.

It should.

You introduced him to someone.

Yeah, I did. I
introduced him to boz.

You knew Martin longthorn.

A little bit.

But you don't seem surprised

that he was this hawksmoor 17.

The data doesn't lie.

No, but there might be more
than one version of the truth.

If you got an impression of him

from meeting him
in the real world...

Who people are in real
life and who they are online

can be two very
different things.

You ever done cybersex?

- I'm sorry?
- Sex chatrooms online.

Hook up with a
stranger and talk dirty

-till one of you or
both- -no, I haven't!

The point is that the
beautiful blonde 25-year-old

whose husband's away,

and wants a good time
with no strings attached,

is probably a group of
18-year-old lads back from the pub

having a big laugh
at your expense.

- Right.
- Or a gay man.

Yeah, point taken.

Or a group of gay
men, on the beer,

tempting you to show
your stuff on webcam.

Can we stop there?

The point is, who
Martin was here

may not be who he was there.

Just like whoever brought
his body into this place

could be the last person in
the world you'd ever suspect.

Who is boz?

I have no idea.

And yet you've known him
for what, two, three years?

This is the Internet,
the cloak of anonymity.

No-one knows who
anyone really is.

Yeah, but he's, he's a
good hacker, this guy,

like a leading light
in this roguenet.

I've seen better hackers.

What marks out
boz is commitment.

He really wants
to change things,

and he really believes in
the methods of roguenet.

Cyber carnage.

Violent change and upheaval,

the destruction of
the establishment.

He wants to bring the banks

and the governments that
back them to their knees.

And replace them with what?

A government of the
people for the people.

He's old-fashioned like that.

So, if this hawksmoor
17 approached boz

with a file of sensitive
information about the police...

- Boz would buy it.
- And do what with it?

The most damage possible
at the worst possible time.

There was a story last year
from america about a bloke,

happily married with kids,
launching a big online affair

with another man.

Things got pretty heated
and they exchanged

what you might call intimate
pictures of each other,

without their faces showing,
to preserve anonymity.

The problem came when this
guy's wife gets into the computer

to check her e-mail

and accidentally stumbles
across these pictures.

She goes into a tailspin,
and tells her mum,

who takes one
look at the pictures

and recognises the
other fella as her husband.

So this bloke was
having a gay affair online...

With his own father-in-law.

Christmas dinner at their house

must have been interesting.

- Oh, mr Lane?
- Hello, Colin.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I understand you need
access to our system.

Yes, this is Xander levine,
he's from our e-crime team.

Can I borrow a spare terminal?

By all means.

The access password for the
general staff changes weekly,

as per our security guidelines.

- The current password is...
- Luh41793zx.

That bloke over there
has it on a post-it note

stuck to his monitor,

from which we can glean
that his home Wi-Fi key

will be the
manufacturer's default,

and his domestic computer
password is password.

That man's a security risk.

Don't let him take
anything important home.

You need admin
access to change files

- and access security settings?
- Yeah, that's right.

And you said that
password changed every day.

Yeah, it does. Only
a few of us have it

and let me assure you
that none of us write it down

and stick it anywhere.

Okay, there doesn't seem to
be any way for a staff member

to sneak into the secure
system from these directories.

Can you log me in as admin?

I promise not to sneak a peak.

- Okay. Thank you, Colin.
- Is that it?

Yep. You should log
out while you remember.

Nothing there?

I'm sorry we couldn't
have been more help.

No, that's fine. I
got what I needed.

Really?

Yeah. I know exactly
who altered these records.

Auto-immune
diseases are probably

the most common
chronic conditions

your patients will
present with repeatedly.

This all happened at what,
2 o'clock in the morning?

2:07.

What hours do
you imagine I work?

I was at home in bed. My
wife can corroborate that.

The file system and
the security system

were accessed by the
computer in your office.

My office is locked at night.

- And the computer shut down?
- Yes.

The records were changed
and the cctv images deleted

by someone who had administrator
privileges on the system.

There are several
people with admin access.

It was your login
ID that was used.

Well, I don't know what to
tell you. I was at home in bed.

Our system is linked
to the outside world.

I'm sure it would be possible

for someone to
hack into the system.

Oddly enough,
we did think of that.

Right. And?

And that's not what happened.

Well, how can you
possibly be sure?

If whoever it was was
smart enough to get in,

then surely they would
have covered their tracks and-

your password was
used, professor Blake.

Excuse me?

We looked into the possibility

that somebody had breached
security to get into your system,

but your system's
set up in such a way

that that would
have been impossible

without leaving a trace.

It's like after a burglary,

you can always work out how
the thief got into your house.

This thief had a front door key.

A password that was
changed every day at midnight.

So, when it was
only two hours old,

it was used to log in with
your ID from your terminal,

which had not been
shut down that night.

Professor Blake, why didn't
you turn off our computer

when you left the office?

[Mr. Lane] And who did
you give your password to?

Six years ago,

the government announced
its intention to restructure

some of the educational
divisions of the nhs.

To the public, they presented
it as a cost-saving exercise.

The actual implications
of the changes

would have been pretty dire

for medical students
and teaching facilities.

I took it upon myself to
stand up against the bill.

I organised a petition,

wrote several articles for
the medical publications,

and a number of letters
to the broadsheets.

I felt strongly opposed
to what was happening.

Someone got in touch with me,

claiming to represent
a pressure group

that could put some
weight behind my campaign.

We exchanged a
number of e-mails,

within which I
divulged information

that I probably shouldn't have.

Not privileged
information, but sensitive.

It came out incrementally,

and it was only in
hindsight that I realised

this person had rather
skilfully extracted it from me.

And a week after our
last correspondence,

a document was leaked

detailing the
government's true intentions

towards the nhs
education department.

It caused a stink.

The proposal was withdrawn

and a junior cabinet
minister lost his job.

So the person who contacted you

used the information
you provided

to gain access to the
document and then leak it.

Yes.

I didn't approve of the
means, you understand,

but the end was
exactly what I'd hoped for

and the best outcome
for our department.

So I'm afraid I
kept my mouth shut.

Then, a year ago, the same
person contacted me again.

This time he made a threat.

He said he needed me to
give him the admin password.

If I didn't, he would divulge
my involvement in the leak.

And that would have
been the end of my career.

He assured me that
no-one would be harmed

by whatever action
he was going to take,

and that nothing illegal
would be done in my name.

I didn't feel I had any choice.

After the fact, I didn't even
know what had been done,

until we discovered the
misidentified body the other day.

The name of your contact,
please, professor Blake.

I never knew a name,
only a nickname, boz.

What happens now?

I honestly don't know.

I'll have to contact the
cps and they'll figure out

if you've committed a crime

and whether they
want to prosecute it.

I realise I've been very stupid.

Unfortunately, there's
no law against that.

I mean he's just got one of
the best voices in rock, ever.

- Absolutely.
- And he's a scotsman.

Rod the god was
born in highgate.

Yeah, but culturally,
genetically...

What, just cos he
wears a bit of tartan?

♪ You're in my heart,
you're in my soul ♪

♪ you'll be my breath
should I grow old ♪

♪ you are my lover
you're my best friend ♪

♪ you're in my soul... ♪

Yeah, nobody can
resist a bit of rod, eh.

That's what I've heard!

- [Both laughing]
- Cheers, mate.

So, Brian, what's the best
gig you've ever been to?

Oh, I... I don't really
like all the noise.

I took Esther to
see the nolans once.

- Oh, yeah.
- Did she like it?

Well, we left before the
end. She had a headache.

Why am I not surprised?

Headache with the nolans?!

[Both laughing]

I'm just popping to the...

The rolling
stones at ally pally.

All-night gig, and before
they recorded satisfaction.

Ah, that must have
been incredible.

Oh, brilliant! Brian, poor
old Brian was still there.

[Steve] Yeah, yeah.

[Mr. Lane] Keith,
Charlie, Mick the lip.

[Mr Lane grunting]

[Both laughing]

What, so you think
you're not welcome?

Well, what do you think?

Gerry standing is
a friend of yours,

and he'll always be a friend,

no matter who goes in or
out of that office, Brian...

I think Steve's here to stay.

What, and you're not
getting on with him?

I don't know him.

Well, how might you get
to know him, do you think?

I think he's more
Gerry's kind of person.

Is this all about somebody
taking Jack's place?

No, no, it's not. Not at
all. It's just all changing.

Don't go on the pattern!

[She sighs]

New people, new arrangements...

Change can be good, can't it?

Since when? No!

Brian, Steve mcandrew
has uprooted himself,

he's come down to
London to help ucos out.

He doesn't know anybody,

he's probably feeling
like a fish out of water.

So instead of moping about

and sulking because
Gerry's got a new friend,

why don't you take a
leaf out of Gerry's book

and try and help
Steve to settle in?

So Martin longthorn was
a hacker with roguenet.

Jake Bentley
introduced him to boz,

who may or may not have bought

a list of undercover
police officers from him.

Martin dies of natural causes.

Why would boz feel the
need to hide his body?

Maybe there was something
about the body itself

that boz was trying to hide.

Given where the body was hidden,

and the fact that there
wasn't an inch of it

that hadn't been examined,
dissected, and written about,

why don't I check
those student reports,

- see if there's anything there?
- Yeah, good idea.

I'm already on to that.

Anything, Gerry?

Yeah. There's no porn anywhere

on Martin longthorn's computer.

- Excuse me?
- No, I'm being serious.

He's a young bloke,
he lives with his mum,

and we know he has an interest
in the female of the species.

Just not female librarians.

Yeah, I mean, it's weird
that he wouldn't have

a couple of nude
photographs on there, aint it?

I mean, in our day, we
had to brave the top shelf

and disapproving
newsagents, but now...

Blimey, you can get
an eye full of anything,

and you don't have to
leave the house, and it's free!

Seems to recall half the
fun of having a mucky book

when you were a kid

was finding a good place
to hide it from your mum.

- Under the mattress.
- Behind the radiator.

Top of the wardrobe.

Not me, me mate.

The point is, Sandra,

we all collect bits and
pieces on our computer.

There's documents,
photographs, videos, music.

But there's hardly
anything on longthorn's.

Now, the original investigation

said there was
nothing suspicious on it,

but I think they missed
what wasn't on it.

So where is all this stuff?

On a hard drive somewhere.

- A cloud.
- What?

Online data storage.

I remember Martin told me
once he was having trouble

renewing his online storage

because the company wouldn't
recognise his new credit card.

What was the name
of the company?

I think I remember.

Hey!

Can I...?

It was a data haven
in the Philippines.

I remember cos it's
off the beaten track,

not the kind of place
most people would use.

But we don't know
the login details.

Maybe we don't need to.

How's that?

Because you send a
thief to catch a thief.

Before I was with
e-crime, I was freelance.

You were a hacker?

In the dim and distant past.

That date that Martin went
on the night he disappeared -

did they eat?

No, they just went
out for a drink.

Well, he ate somewhere.

There's a report here
on stomach contents.

He had fish, potatoes,
chillies, kaffir, lime leaves,

lemongrass and beetle leaves.

Beetle leaves? Sounds
like Thai, and expensive.

So he bailed on Catherine
and went out for dinner?

There's nothing on his credit
cards or bank statements.

Maybe he paid cash.
Maybe someone else paid.

All right, get a list of
all the Thai restaurants

near to where he met Catherine
and also near to his house.

And then look over
the past few statements

because he might
have eaten there before.

Got it! The contents of
Martin's online data storage.

Ah-ha! The porn stash.

Roguenet. Look at all this lot.

Blimey, there's
hundreds of them.

Why has he
collected all this stuff?

This is an investigation.

He's collecting evidence,
against roguenet.

What do you mean?

Well, what if our man
wasn't a hacker at all?

He wanted to be
a cop, didn't he?

But he couldn't
because of his asthma,

and then he missed
the e-crime gig

because of his mother's illness.

Well, what if he's trying to
prove that he can succeed

where e-crime failed?

Here, look. He's goading boz

with supposed inside
information about the police.

Which presumably
he had no intention

of actually handing over.

So at the time of his death,

he was actively seeking out boz.

And considering what happened,
it looks like he succeeded.

I'm really not sure I
can be of any more help.

It was hardly the
longest date of my life,

and I've already
recounted it several times

in as much detail
as I can remember.

Actually, it's the phone
call we're interested in.

Yes, he got a call
after about 45 minutes

of slightly awkward small talk.

And that was the friend

with the bail-out
opportunity, you think?

Yeah. Although I thought
it was going pretty well.

Maybe I'd been on more
of those things than he had,

and I was just judging it in
the light of worse experiences.

He claimed it was
a call from work?

Yeah, although he
didn't actually say that.

I might have just assumed.

Anyway, you're the police.

Can't you trace the call and
find out who phoned him?

Unfortunately it
was a prepaid phone

that was never recovered.

If Martin didn't actually
say it was a call from work,

then why did you think that?

It's the way he
answered the phone.

He said, "hello, boss."

I think he was
playing it a little bit cool

because I was there, I suppose.

"Hello, boss." Are
you sure it was "boss"?

As opposed to...?

- Boz.
- Well...

I don't know who or what boz is,

but I suppose they
sound the same.

Martin seems to have latched

onto one particular ip address.

He's tracking it round the web

on shopping sites,
message boards, the works.

Did he manage to get a location?

Not that I can see.

But he was building
a profile of the user.

Why are you using this desk

when there's an
empty desk over there?

Well, it's a...

A bit of a delicate situation.

Never fancied a desk job!

Table for two? Detective
superintendent Pullman.

Are you the owner by any chance?

- How can I help?
- Do you recognise this man?

Yes. He used to come
in here quite often.

Longthorn, longthorn...
nothing for that night, I'm afraid.

Doesn't mean he
wasn't here, of course,

just that he didn't
make a reservation

- can I take a look?
- Mm.

What about this
one? Same evening,

a party of ten, Hannah barker.

What about it?

Well, it says "cake"
under the booking.

Does that mean
what I think it means?

It would have been
someone's birthday.

And what do people bring to
birthdays apart from presents.

Cards?

Cameras.

There, there! Is that him?

Yes, that is him, but you
can't see who he's with.

Hang on a minute, look. The
waiter's taking a photo of him

and whoever he's
with on a mobile phone.

Brian, look. It's tiny,
can you enlarge it?

Yeah. Send it over to me.

I'll see if I can
get it clearer.

[Soft music]

Ooh, there's a lot of noise
on this picture, but hang on.

[Pullman] He's holding
someone's hand.

[Steve] It's a woman.

So he left Catherine to go
and meet another woman.

Have you just got to where
I've got to? Boz is a woman.

Certainly looks like
it. What have you got?

The ip address that
Martin was tracking,

it led to an online dating site.

The person whose address it
was was logged in as a client.

So he was doing online
dating to try to find boz.

- So he had a date with her?
- He did.

Can you get a list of all
the people he was seeing?

We need the one after Catherine.

- He just had one date.
- What?

He got boz on the first attempt.

There was just one date
at 8 o'clock that evening.

[Suspenseful music]

Hello, boz.

[Door banging]

- Police!
- Clear!

Nothing upstairs.

I think I'm in love.

- I get confused with one!
- Yeah, join the club.

[Soft music]

Russian? Why is it in Russian?

It's a security system

designed by one of the
Russian hacker gangs.

We're seeing more of these.

No-one's figured a
way around them yet.

You get three chances
to get the password right

and if you don't get it right,

the software wipes the
entire hard drive for good.

But there must be a back door.

What if you take the hard
drive out of the machine?

No, the software gets
wired into a physical trembler,

an anti-tampering device
that's got an internal battery.

Even if the
machine's turned off,

any attempt to disconnect
the drive triggers the wipe.

Then we need the password.

However obscure, it's gonna
be something meaningful,

something personal.

Yeah, but we don't
know anything about boz.

No, not boz, boz is a
fictional creation. Catherine.

We don't know much
about her, do we?

No, but we've got her
online dating profile.

If she was genuinely
looking for a relationship,

then she's probably told the
truth about herself on here.

Here we go. Right,
she's a big reader.

No surprise there,
given her job.

A tale of two cities, bleak
house, the old curios...

- That's it!
- What is?

I'll call you back.

I should have realised sooner.

Boz. The original
pen-name of Charles dickens.

I don't know what
that has to do with me.

Oh, come on, Catherine.

You're a bit of a fan of
Charles dickens, aren't you?

I don't think I'm the only one.

And I bet you know a
bit about him, I imagine,

being a librarian.

Boz was his pen-name.

It was taken from a nickname
he'd given his younger brother.

Used to call him Moses,

but when he said it in a funny
nasal tone, it became boses,

which got shortened to boz.

His brother's real
name was Augustus.

Thank you.

Augustus. Are you sure?

- It got a reaction.
- That might not mean...

She knows we'll look for
her password, doesn't she,

so that's on her mind.

Augustus ties in with
boz and it got a reaction.

It's too easy. There's
no numbers, no symbols.

It's not a hacker's password.

Just try it.

- We get three goes.
- Yeah, I know.

[Computer beeping]

That's not it.

Is it in Russian?

I can't access a cyrillic
alphabet from here, so no.

Her birthday's in August!

What does that mean?

What, you don't think that's
too much of a coincidence?

No, I don't.

I told you, there needs
to be letters and symbols.

Maybe leet.

What's leet?

Hacker language. Numbers
and symbols instead of letters.

[Suspenseful music]

[Computer beeping]

Got it.

That's it.

This is boz's computer,
without a shadow of a doubt.

- You've got her, Brian.
- Yes!

Well done, mate!

That's brilliant. Brilliant!

I hit him, but it was just a
slap, from someone my size.

I'm not strong.

He died from a brain haemorrhage

caused by a
pre-existing aneurysm.

It could have happened any time,

in his sleep, walking
down the road...

So why don't you just
tell us what happened?

Helping the police with their
inquiries? I don't think so.

Why, because you
don't have the courage

of your convictions?

What does that mean?

Your online persona, boz,

that's all about
fighting for the little guy

against the establishment.

Well, Martin longthorn
was a little guy.

He wanted to be a policeman,

but he had asthma so he
had to settle for an admin job.

Then he tried to join e-crime

and on the day of
his last interview,

his mother, moira
longthorn, collapsed,

and he skipped and
forfeited that interview

so he could be with his
mother at the hospital.

Moira has multiple sclerosis.

Martin lived with
her. He was her carer.

She just wants to know
what happened to her son.

Are you gonna deny her that,

just so you can score a
point against the police?

It was a date.

As far as I was concerned,
it was just a regular date,

and I wasn't necessarily
expecting it to go anywhere,

although we did seem
unusually compatible.

Of course, I found out later

that was because he'd
hacked the matching algorithm.

Anyway, we were getting on well,

and I still don't know if
there was something to that

or if he was faking.

It doesn't matter now.

So, from the bar,
you went on to dinner.

Yes. I should have
realised something was up

when he had the waiter
take a picture of us.

He said we were
getting on so well

that we should have a picture

to remind us of the
first time we met.

My guard was down. I was...

Happy?

Stupid.

And then when dinner was
over you went back to your place.

It wasn't like that.

I don't care what it was like.

I just wanna know what happened.

We went back to my flat.

I went to the
bathroom to freshen up.

And when I came back downstairs,

he was sitting at my computer.

His whole demeanour
was different,

and he told me what the
evening had really been all about -

establishing my identity,
my home address,

getting my picture,
gathering evidence.

I was furious.

- Because he'd unmasked you?
- Because he'd betrayed me.

I slapped him across the
face as hard as I could.

But look at me. How
much damage could I do?

But he screamed as if he was
suddenly in pain. Then he fell.

And that was it.

He was dead.

And you really thought
you'd killed him?

I didn't know. But I could
hardly call 999, could I?

I didn't know who knew
where he was going that night.

The only way I could
keep it all under wraps

was to get rid of the body.

That must have been
extremely difficult.

Yeah, on your own.

He was collected from my
flat by a private ambulance.

What did they think
they were doing, then?

Transferring the body of
someone who had donated himself

to medical science.

No, no, no, there would
have to have been records,

a doctor's certificate,
a coroner's report.

There were records.

So you hacked more
than the morgue?

A lot more.

So Martin longthorn became
Christopher Smith from haringey

before he even left your flat.

So how come there were
20 minutes of cctv footage

missing that night, if you
were nowhere near the morgue?

So that no-one could
identify the private ambulance

when it delivered the body

and start asking
awkward questions

about where they'd
collected the body from.

Okay.

Martin longthorn baited you

with a list of undercover
police officers.

What would you
have done with the list?

I don't know.

You have to realise
that, if that list had got out,

the lives of those officers
would have been in danger.

That's what happens in a war.

- Oh, we're at war, are we?
- Yes, we're at war.

We're fighting for our civil
liberties, for our freedom,

for fairness against a
corrupt, self-regarding,

patriarchal establishment

who are willing to sacrifice
every single one of us

in the pursuit of
money and power.

Very nice speech,
boz. Very rousing.

You see, I don't think that
boz hit Martin longthorn

because he unmasked her.

I think Catherine hit him

because he betrayed
a lonely young woman

who thought that she'd finally
found some sort of connection

in the real world.

I think I should
only be taken apart

by a qualified technician.

The funeral directors

are picking him up from
the hospital tomorrow.

They say they can
make him look...

Well, I gave them a nice photo.

They know what they're doing.

I told you I knew my son.

You did, moira.

[Soft music]

[Both laughing]

- Oh, here he is.
- Ah, there you are.

What's this?

I, er, I asked Steve to join
us, put a face to the name,

as you're going to be
spending a lot of time together.

Couldn't turn down a bit
of home cooking, you know.

Right. Well, I'm afraid I've
got quite a bit of work so...

Brian!

Oh, it's all right, mrs
Lane. Don't worry.

Oh, Esther, please.

Esther, well, maybe I
should just be on my way,

if it's not a good
time, you know.

Maybe. I think
Gerry's in the pub.

Brian!

Look,

Brian...

I never met Jack
halford, you know.

Heard a lot of good
things, obviously,

but I never met the man.

I know you all had a
strong attachment to him

and I respect that.

Maybe that's why I haven't
been able to take over his desk,

I don't know.

You know, I didn't come
down here to make friends.

I came down here to do a job.

I can go into the office
first thing in the morning,

go back to my place at night
and let that be the end of it.

But if someone asks
me out for a drink, I'll go.

If somebody is kind enough

to offer me dinner
in their home...

I'm not trying to
replace Jack halford,

I'm not trying to
steal your friends.

I'm just trying to
get along, you know.

Anyway, that's,
that's, er, that's me,

- so, erm, thanks a lot, Esther.
- Thank you for the flowers.

Oh, you're welcome.
Well, goodnight to you both.

No, no. Stop.

Look, now you're here,

you might as well
have some cottage pie.

She puts cheese on the top.

Well...

Okay, then. Thanks.

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