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Bosun's whistle

Who are you with these days? The bureau of weapons technology.

I don't know it. It's new. I'm in charge of it.

You're kidding! Why?

Oh, come on, Roland.

You ran the student's chess club. They rioted.

I've matured.

What do you do? Well, I could tell you.

But then I'd have to kill you.

We police all exports of high-technology,

weapons, stuff that could be used in weapons.

We can't just send anything to anyone any more.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to marine command's h.Q.

We are honoured by the presence of one who knows only too well

that the burdens of state

are no less heavy when carried in exile.

But the embargo on lethal technology

is being openly flouted by certain British companies.

I am here tonight

to beg you, do not be silent partners

in the genocide that may lie ahead.

You know, if my Irish great-grandfather

were here tonight, I'm sure he'd say...

God help me! Women scream

Ros is probably dancing on the table by now -

if she's not under it. Ssh!

Irene says this place went bust in a big way last week -

that's why they've got such heavy security.

So what now? We've got to find the video link.

Fix the cameras. This way.

'All clear on the south side.'

where are you going on your hols this year?

Depends where the wife wants to go.

So, listen, how'd your friend Irene get ripped off by these people?

Well, she's got a little company that sold this company

a games concept the same day they went bust.

Their cheque they've given us has bounced.

Now, unless we can do something about it,

then her product's are going to be seized and listed as their asset.

She's going to lose it.

Or it'll be worthless when she finally gets it back.

Three cameras. One picture.

One, two...

What do they do here?

They develop computer games and hardware.

Check out this rec room!

This is the main working area.

This is where they get the new product ideas. Ok.

This is a place for serious time-wasting, my friend.

Check this out.

Hm! Fly. I think I just found my vocation.

Dog barks

Well, this won't stop anyone.

But they will. Motion detectors.

Anything bigger than a mouse gets in there and we're blown.

Maybe.

Ed, can you hear me? 'Yeah.' Great.

'Beckett, isn't there a simpler way?'

can't your friend Irene just tell them it's hers

and get the computer game back?

Ed, have you ever had anything

tied up in a company that went bust?

It's a nightmare.

Hey!

What?

'She's not "my friend Irene".'

she's a client.

Sure.

Well, I never met her before today.

It was love at first sight, then.

He laughs

ow! Are you in pain?

I certainly am. Good.

Having a crack at this is like trying to circumcise a gnat.

'Come on, get the pins right over the wires.'

come on, again.

'Right. Now push the pins in.'

ok. Yeah, that's good. I can work with that.

'What now?' We have to remove all of Irene's material

so there's no record of it ever having been there.

If we delete it, they can still recover it.

Not if we over-write every sector with garbage, they can't.

'Voice identification.'

designer over-ride.

'Designer's password.'

city of tiny lights.

How'd you know that?!

Irene told me this is one of Dave young's system.

He always uses frank zappa song titles.

'Access approved. Name of file?'

assassins.

Where's O'Neill? He's taken the dog for a wee.

Beckett, listen.

How can we be sure this is right?

I mean, for all we know, we could just be sabotaging the competition.

Watch this.

Exhales sharply

that's Irene, all right.

This file is confidential.

It is encrypted and protected.

Do not proceed without full clearance.

Eradicate this file.

Gotcha!

Hang about!

What's going on?

They're all the same!

Alarm goes off

Beckett, listen, don't wait for me. Get the hell out of here.

I'll meet you at the car.

Check the east wing and the toilets.

Dog barks, growls

I think that dog took a piece right out of my bum.

That's something I don't want to see.

And this is where the alarms went off.

We had to get out of there pretty fast,

but not before we removed every trace of your assassins material.

Of course that still leaves any backups.

Oh, no. They're stored off-site. They were easy to take care of.

I don't know what to say.

Well, as soon as you make a million, we'll send you the bill.

Thanks, mr Beckett.

And thank you, too.

Allow me.

Thank you. Goodbye.

You should see the look on your face.

Yeah?

At least I've got an arse in me trousers. Come on.

Your country needs you, Beckett.

The regent in exile was almost certainly killed

by the order of the generals who drove him out.

Now, there's this company called cyberscope.

They've been supply weapons to repressive regimes

in defiance of all international embargos.

Roland's new bureau had enough confidence in its information

to shut down the plant.

But now, they want into the records to establish proof of supply.

We'll show them how it's done.

'I put our own guards on the place

'so they wouldn't interfere with evidence.'

they've been using miniaturisation technology

on anti-personnel devices.

Vicious, really vicious stuff.

And they're niche-marketing to all the tyrants

because they'll pay more.

I'm not saying we don't have the skills to get the information,

but we are running out of time. You can't just close them down?

It's not illegal to make what they make.

The crime's in who they sell it to. That's why we need their records.

Beckett.

This looks kind of familiar. Don't.

What's the hardware?

It's a connection machine with a raid array memory. That's...

A redundant array of inexpensive devices.

It's voice-activated and security-protected.

It'll only respond to the chief,

and we're getting no cooperation there.

Designer over-ride.

Nearly all these systems have back doors.

Once we know what we're dealing with, we can usually find

the designer's own cheats and passwords within an hour.

This looks like one of Dave young's systems to me.

Why not try... city of tiny lights.

'Access approved. Name of file for review?'

he usually uses frank zappa songs.

We've been trying to crack this all week.

Do you have a filename? The assassins files.

'I have no such files.'

recover deleted files.

'I have no trace of any such files.' They existed yesterday.

We just couldn't get into them. What have they done there?

How tight was your security?

We had our own guards on the place.

A couple of thieves did get into the offices, but no-one got in here.

Well, someone's been interfering. What about backups?

Kept off-site in a warehouse by the river.

Which was destroyed in a very convenient fire two nights ago.

I hope that's not an accusation, mr blatty.

I'm recording this conversation.

Introduce us, Roland.

This is Irene Campbell,

founder, shareholder and managing director of cyberscope.

What have you done with the evidence, miss Campbell?

You don't have to answer. There is no evidence.

Get your people out, mr blatty.

I want my company back,

and I'm going to sue you

for every penny of lost of business you've cost me.

You've no case.

You never had a case.

Miss ca... Excuse me, Roland.

I'm sorry. We need to talk. Now. In private.

I put our reputation on the line for this.

I said we could achieve the impossible.

I did not expect to turn up and find you'd been here first

to wipe the slate clean!

I'm not gonna make excuse, all right?

I'm just gonna get her! Oh, yeah? Get her how, Beckett?

It was my erasure programme. It leaves nothing.

I don't know, ok? Somehow!

What were you thinking of?

She conned me.

She conned me, all right? And I fell for it. I'm sorry.

Listen, Beckett, don't torture yourself.

Anyone... anyone of your reduced mental capacity

would've done the same thing.

Oh, that's funny! Really funny!

Other people are gonna die now, aren't they?

Very probably. What do you mean?

Cyberscope's been selling devices for assassination programmes.

They've been wiping out opposition all over the world.

And we just gave them the means to carry on doing it.

I have to talk to my boss.

I bet she doesn't have a stain on her conscience.

I don't know whether we're watching a state funeral

or a dress rehearsal for the mikado.

Ah.

Recognise someone? Yeah. Admiral lansdale.

He's the government's semi-official liaison man.

Why semi-official?

Ed, we can't openly encourage the downfall of another nation's rulers.

Even if they are a bunch of murdering square-bashers.

Someone's coming. Swing over to the right.

Is he on Roland's list? Let me have a look.

Yeah. He's security attache to the new bunch at the embassy.

If there is an assassination thing going on,

chances are he's be behind it.

What the hell's he doing here?

He's stirring things up by the looks of it.

Under the guise of honouring a former statesman.

Ok, ed, you follow him.

Find out what he's after.

I'm going to see if I can catch up with the admiral.

I got the admiral's voice on tape at the funeral.

Does it matter what he said?

No.

Do your people still want to go ahead?

Your price is very high.

But cheaper than a war. And cleaner.

And no risk to any of your own people.

There's one final requirement. What's that?

Human testing.

There's no need. It works in tissue cultures and computer models.

Please. You've built us an invisible killer.

All we need is proof that it kills.

Is this a problem for you?

Not at these prices.

Our ambitions go way beyond

the controlling of a few dissidents, miss Campbell.

Admiral lansdale!

You're a difficult man to catch up with, sir.

Nick Beckett. We met once in Gibraltar. Did we?

You were at the regent's funeral. I need to talk to you about

your liaison work with his government-in-exile.

I don't think so. Yes, but, sir...

As far as all that's concerned,

I'm just a private citizen with a private interest.

With all due respect, sir, that's baloney.

That doesn't sound like respect to me.

The sanctions are being broken.

The regent was killed by a British-made device.

The whole expatriate community is in danger,

and I believe you are, too, sir. Beckett. Surveillance, yes?

Yes, sir.

Well, stick to skulking in the bushes

and stay out of what you don't understand.

The real issues are the big ones.

Threats of territorial expansion. Racial conflicts.

Not the odd fanatic out to pot himself a prince.

The problem with you people is you get carried away with spy toys.

Most of them don't work.

And when they do, it's pure fluke if they get the right person.

Restricted area. I'm sorry.

These aren't just spy toys, sir.

And they work every time.

Rubbish!

'It had to be voice-activated.'

but they didn't find any trace of the bomb.

Well, nothing you could identify anyway,

what I hear, they didn't find much of the admiral either.

Ed laughs

can't blame yourself for this, Nick.

We're wasting time.

This is what you saw.

It matches cyberscope patent applications

made by Irene Campbell last may.

We reckon she had them on international sale in December.

Quite a Christmas present.

We're pretty sure this is what killed the regent.

Very fragile, and it's rare to find any trace of one at all.

It's like a mosquito, but it's purely mechanical.

The poison acts in less than five seconds.

We took a lot of convincing

you could actually build something this small.

The Japanese have made a working car that's one inch long.

They built every component molecule by molecule.

Who are they going to get to drive it?

I don't know. They'll probably grow a little bonsai person!

How does this know who to bite? It's pheromone-specific.

They feed it any kind of sample,

and it will sniff you out like a bloodhound.

As a weapon of terror, it's close to perfect.

Like the bullet with your name on it?

Bullets sometimes hit the wrong people.

These never miss, and there's nowhere to hide.

Any other delights, Roland?

This is another one of Irene's cyberscope devices.

A bomb guaranteed to explode only by its target.

They use very sophisticated voice-recognition

and leave no trace.

Where are you getting your information from, ex-employees?

With stuff like this around,

an ex-employer would have to be mad to talk to us.

Fortunately, one of them has gone mad.

Your results were outstanding, Ralph.

We'd like to offer you a place.

Pills rattling

'Find some way to put a bug on her

'and make sure she doesn't see you.'

Well?

All gone. Yes!

'Everyone in my room now!'

planting a bug on a naked woman, there's a challenge.

Down boy. Are we in business? So far, yeah.

'In my office at ten.' Get in.

People! Someone's put a bug on me.

I don't know where or how they did it,

but I'm certain it's been done. Check this.

You check the car. Check everything, and now!

Careful of anything you say, everybody.

Something's definitely transmitting.

Well, at least there's the second tracker in the car.

They still haven't found that.

Oh, yeah, that'll be handy, won't it?

What with a Ferrari being so difficult to miss (!)

And one you must have swallowed.

Cavity resonator.

Turns your entire body into a microphone and transmitter.

That one's clever.

Find the frequency and jam it.

Good attempt.

'But nowhere near good enough.'

ed laughs

this is absolutely the last thing I need right now.

There are options.

You will do whatever is necessary. I'm not talking about legal options.

We have voice-prints.

'Introduce us, Roland.'

just get them off my back.

Phone ringing

ringing

ringing continues

Sorry, I'm in the...

Test.

'Roland. I'm sorry. We need to talk.'

Phone rings

ringing continues

fax bleeps

engaged signal

Don't, Beckett!

I can speak. You can't.

Not a word.

Beckett!

There it is. Phone rings

sound of explosion

Amazing.

Two down, one to go.

So what's your plan?

One piece of torn trouser. Harvested on the run.

Is there any blood or tissue? The slightest Nick.

So...

Do you want to proceed?

You'd better separate out the dog's saliva.

We don't want to target the wrong organism.

She hires you when you're young and bright.

We didn't have girlfriends but we had porsches.

In two or three years you're burned out,

but you never have to work again.

What's the real price of all that?

I looked around one day

and I realised exactly what it was we were doing.

We were designing stuff like it was for Tom and Jerry -

"wouldn't this be great?" And, you know,

"wouldn't that be a great way to, you know, kill someone?!"

But no-one ever gave a thought to the real people who'd be dying.

I suddenly did.

And she had me out of the door like I was poison.

Did lightning strike her dead yet?

No.

Never an act of god when you need one.

Ralph, did you guys ever talk about

some kind of invisible killing machine?

How would that work?

You tell me.

I told the bureau everything I know. Footsteps

hey, hey, it's all right. They're on our side.

The gloves are off. Irene is out to get us.

Am I supposed to think this is good news?

If it means we've made her break cover, then yeah.

Move!

Quick!

In here!

It's one of hers. I designed the eye.

It's got the scent of someone here. She thinks we're dead already.

So it must be you. Or me.

Close that!

If it can't get in, it'll look for some other way.

It's still open!

Look out!

What'll that do? Confuse the scent for a while.

You, out! ..Get out! Go! Out!

It'll smell you for two miles!

Is there any other way out of here? No.

Shut the door!

Get in that fan!

Yes!

Ed, look out!

I'm all right.

You're not all right. What's the problem?

This must be something new.

But be assured, there definitely is a problem.

And it lies in that vapour.

I've started the test. He'll be dead before morning.

I'll deliver as soon as you're ready.

This is ridiculous. I feel a hundred percent.

It's just a precaution, ed.

There's something you should see.

Well? Take a look at this.

It functions like a virus in the central nervous system.

But it's faster than any such organism

they have ever seen before.

That's Ed's blood sample you're looking at.

It's attacking his cells.

It wouldn't touch yours or mine. Or anyone else's.

Target-specific, yeah? Exactly.

She has made a programmable virus.

It can be tailored to the exact genetic characteristics

of an individual.

Or any group of individuals with common genetic features.

Never mind the royal bloodline, with this thing,

you could wipe out the population of the country next door

and just stroll across the border, right?

An ethnic cleanser.

An invisible assassin.

Come on. Not more needles? You guys are out of control.

You know how a porcupine makes love? Ow!

What are his chances?

Now he's been infected? They just don't know.

How do you stop a thing like that?

These are target-specific viruses.

Either you burn them off the face of the earth before they're released,

or there's just no way.

Monitor beeping

Beeping slows

How will you get it out of the country?

That's not your problem.

The virus won't attack you,

or anyone other than the ethnic group that it is meant for.

'Complete eradication of the royal blood line at last!

'How do I release it?'

just smash the glass, you can start the chain of infection

from anywhere in the world.

Of course, the closer you are, the faster they fall.

If you change your mind, find a furnace and burn it.

Brakes screeching

car horn blares

miss Campbell, I'm sorry, they say they've got authority...

He just marched in here as though he's got new evidence!

But we'll soon get rid of him.

What do you think you're doing? We'll get you for this, blatty.

So what do I have to lose? And I'm supposed to be dead already.

I want you to tell me how to save ed.

Right, I'm going to break into your files

and get the list of clients and weapons that mr blatty needs

that'll put you away. You're wasting your time.

Want to bet on it?

Voice recognition.

Irene Campbell. Lock all files.

'The files are locked.'

master key, unlock.

'Master key password.'

hot rats. 'The files are unlocked.'

I got this from Beckett's flat.

I've reprogrammed it with your voice pattern, Irene.

So I suggest you be quiet.

And don't interfere.

It's a bluff.

Test.

Irene's voice: Good attempt, but nowhere near good enough.

Excuse me.

Mr marasco... they're locked.

Here's what I tried first.

This is the video record of the break-in.

You see this machine in the background.

Enhance 224 to 176.

Now watch this burst of activity here.

A routine late=night compression of files

which means all the information in the memory at that moment

is represented in visual form right here.

But...

We're talking about millions of instructions per second.

Too fast for the camera to catch, so we need something else.

These disc drives fail after about 10,000 hours of use.

You are careful to replace them well before they fail.

Now, there's nothing actually wrong with the discs that you take out

so you recycle them to less important machines.

These... came out of that machine within the past month.

Where did you get them? The typing pool.

Some of the data will have been overwritten, but not all.

Most of it will still be readable.

Irene thinks I can't do this, mr marasco. What about you?

She can't tell you what to do now.

How do you De-programme Ed's virus?

There's one more thing.

This is one of the fire-damaged backups from your warehouse -

the one you torched.

I managed to lift what I could.

So that gives me a total of three sources, all incomplete.

But put together...

And there should be enough to reconstruct the files.

Shall we see what happens when we merge them?

Merge and run the assassins files.

My god, she's doing it! Wait a minute...

If you call up the assassins' file,

Irene's voice is right at the head of it.

He right. It'll trigger the bomb.

Exactly. So tell me how to save ed. Stop!

Pause! It's only recognising me.

Make it stop! Then you tell me!

X-rays! Pause.

They're programmed in a field of x-rays.

One high-intensity dose will convert the virus to a tailored antibody.

She's all yours, mr marasco.

That was brilliant, especially the business with the fake bomb!

Couldn't you see she was lying?

Nurse: Please stand clear. X-ray.

Patient is standing by.

What level do we need? 36.

Stand clear!

I'll handle that. Get him!

Out of the way!

I think your diplomatic status just came into question.

Probably so. It's over!

If I can release the virus here and now,

how many people are going to breathe this air?

How many carriers will there be?

It will take years instead of weeks.

But...

The end result will be the same.

It will find its way home.

We can use the time to build cemeteries.

Gun clicks

huh! Allow me.

I, er... I really appreciate this so much.

Well, you just buzz me if you need anything. Anything at all.

Coughing

so, ed...

Are you not feeling any better yet, then?

It, er... it comes and goes.

So, you're not feeling well enough to return to work just yet?

No. No, I wouldn't think so. Not... not immediately.

Coughs

we thought as much. So...

We've hired a specialist in this field

to look after you from now on.

Keith...

See you soon, ed. Goodbye, ed.

Get better soon.

It's a miracle.

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