All language subtitles for Bugs s01e02 Assassins

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.

Are you kidding?

Why? Oh, come on, Roland. You couldn't
even run the student chess club. They

rioted. I've matured.

Well, 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

weapons. We can't just sell anything to
anyone anymore.

Your attention, please.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to Marine Command HQ.

We are honoured tonight 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 has
been openly flouted by certain British

companies.

I am here tonight to beg you, do not be
silent, Paul,

in a genocide that might lie ahead.

You know, if my Irish great -grandfather
were here tonight, I'm sure he'd say...

God help me!

This is probably dancing on the table by
now, presuming she's an underage.

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 in your holes this
year?

Depends where the wife wants to go.

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

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

day they went bust.

The check they've given has bounced.

Now, unless we can do something about
it, then her product is going to be

and listed as their asset.

She's going to lose it. It won't 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 their new product ideas.

Work area.

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

Check this out.

Hmm. Fly.

I think I've just found my vocation.

This won't stop anyone.

Yeah, but they will.

Motion detectors.

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

AB.

simpler way.

Can't your friend Irene just tell them
it's hers and get the computer game

Dad, have you ever had anything tied up
in a company that went back?

It's a nightmare.

Hey.

What?

She's not my friend, Irene.

She's a client.

Sure.

I never met her before today.

It was love at first sight then.

You in pain?

I certainly am Good

circumcising that.

Come on, get the pins right over the
wires.

Come on, again.

Right, now push the pins in.

Okay, yeah, that's good. I can work with
that. And what now?

We have to remove all Irene's materials.
There's no record of it ever having

been there.

If we delete it, they can still recover
it.

Not if we overwrite every sector with
garbage that can't. Voice

Designer override.

Designer's password.

City of tiny lights.

How did you know that?

Irene told me this was one of Dave
Young's systems.

He always uses Frank Zappa's long tiles.

Access approved.

Name of file?

Assassin.

Where's O 'Neil?

He's taking the dog for a week.

Beckett, listen.

How can we be sure this is right?

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

Watch this.

That's Irene, all right.

This file is confidential It is
encrypted and protected Do not proceed

full clearance Eradicate this file

Hang

about

They're all the same.

Listen, don't you wait, please. Get the
hell out of here. I'll meet you at the

car.

whole of the evening where I kept all
the cars, I kept the toilet, all the

house.

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

Then that's something I don't want to
see.

And this is where the alarms went off,
and we had to get out of there pretty

fast.

But not before we removed every trace of
your attachments, Mr. Ewing.

Of course, that still leaves any backup.

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 out
of this little game of yours, then we'll

send you a bill.

Thanks, Mr. Beckett.

And thank you, too.

Thank

you.

Goodbye.

I see the look on your face.

Yeah?

At least I've got an answer, Mitch,
rather.

Your country needs you, Beckett.

The region in exile was almost certainly
killed by order of the generals who

drove them out. Now, there's this
company called Cyberscope. They've been

supplying weapons to repressive regimes
in defiance of all international

embargoes.

Roland's new bureau had enough
confidence in its information to shut

plant, but now they can't get into the
records to establish proof of supply.

We're going to 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 miniaturization
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.

This looks kind of familiar.

What's the hardware?

It's a connection machine with an RAID
array memory that... A redundant array

inexpensive devices.

It's voice -activated and security
-protected. It'll only respond to the

chief. And we're getting no cooperation
there.

Designer override.

Nearly all these systems have backdoors.

Once we know what we're dealing with, we
can usually find a designer's own

cheats and passwords within an hour.

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

Want to try, um, City of Tiny Lights?

Access approved.

Name of file for review? I usually use
the Frank Zappasol.

We've been trying to crack this all
week.

Do you have a file name to look for?

The Assassin's Files.

I have no such files.

Recover deleted files.

I have no trace or record of any such
files. They existed yesterday. We just

couldn't get into them. Well, how have
you done that?

How tight was your security?

We had our own guards on the place.

A couple of thieves did get into the
offices, but they didn't get in here.

Well, someone's been interfering.

What about backup?

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, sole
shareholder and managing director of

Cyberscape.

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 business you've cost me.

You've no case.

You've never had a case.

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 going to make
excuses, all right? I'm just going to

her. Oh, yeah? Get her how, Beckett?
That was my erasure program. It leaves

nothing. I don't know, okay?

Somehow. What were you thinking of?

She called me.

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

Look, Beckett, don't torture yourself.

And anyone.

Anyone of your reduced mental capacity
would have done the same thing.

Oh, that's funny. That's really funny.

Other people are going to die now,
aren't they? Very probably. What do you

Cyberscapes have 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

Mikado.

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.

Not even if they are a bunch of
murdering were -bashers.

Maybe there's someone coming. Swing over
to the right.

Is he on Roland's lift?

Let me have a look.

Yeah. Yeah, security attache to the new
bunch at the embassy.

If there isn't a fascination thing going
on, chances are he's behind it.

What the hell's he doing here?

I'm stirring things up by the looks of
it.

Under the guise of honouring a former
statesman.

Okay, Ed.

You follow him.

Find out what he was after.

I'm going to see if I can catch up with
you, everyone.

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 ones.

Please.

You've built up an invisible killer.

All we need is proof that it killed.

Is this a problem for you?

Not at these prices.

Our ambitions go way beyond the
controlling of a few dissidents, Miss

Admiral Lansdale.

We've got a 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

private interests.

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

That doesn't sound much 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

The real issues are the big ones.

Threats of territorial expansion.

Racial conflict.

Not the odd fanatic out to pot himself a
prince.

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

Most of them don't work.

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

Stricted area, sorry.

These aren't just spy toys, sir.

And these ones work every time.

Love it.

It had to be voice activated.

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

Well, you could identify anyway.

What I hear, they didn't find much of
the Admiral either.

You can't blame yourself for this, Nick.

Wednesday time.

This is what you saw.

It matches cyberscope patent
applications made by Irene Campbell last

We reckon she had them on international
sale in December.

Quite a Christmas present.

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

They're 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 bind?

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
-employee would have to be mad to talk

Fortunately, one of them has gone mad.

Your results were outstanding, Ralph.

We'd like to offer you a place.

Well?

All gone.

Yes.

She's transferring.

I'm finding a bug on a naked woman.
There's a challenge.

Down, boy. Are we in business?

So far, yeah. 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. You

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

that. Oh, yeah, that would be funny.

What would a red Ferrari be so difficult
to meet?

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.

This is absolutely the last thing I need
right now.

There are options.

Yeah, well, do whatever's necessary. I'm
not talking about legal options.

We have voice prints.

Just get them off my back.

Sorry, I mean

Don't fetch it.

I can speak, you can't.

Not a word.

Fetch it.

There

it

is.

Amazing.

Two down, one to go.

So what's your plan?

One piece of... Corn trouser.

Harvested on the run.

Is there any blood or tissue?

The slightest nick.

Oh.

Do you want to proceed?

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

We don't want to be targeting the wrong
organism.

She hires you when you're young and
bright.

We didn't have girlfriends, but we all
had Porsches.

After two or three years, you're all
burned out.

But you never have to work again.

What's the real price of all that?

I looked around one day, and I realized
exactly what it was we were doing.

We were designing this stuff like it was
for Tom and Jerry.

Wouldn't this be great? And, you know,
wouldn't that be a great way to 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've told the Bureau everything I know.

Hey, it's all right that I'm outside.

The gloves are off.

Irene's out to get us.

I supposed to think it was good news.

Well, it means we made her break her
cover, yeah.

Move! Now!

Quick!

It's one of hers, lady. Find the eye.

It's got the scent of someone in here.

She thinks we're dead already.

Then it must be after you.

Or me.

Close that!

If he comes in, he'll look some other
way. It's still open.

Hey,

look out!

Hey, am I right?

You're not all right. Rob!

This must be something new.

But be assured, there definitely is a
problem.

And it lies in that vapour.

I've started the test.

You'll be dead before morning.

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

It's just a precaution, Ed.

There's something you should see.

Right.

Take a look at this.

It functions like a virus in the central
nervous system, but they're saying it's

faster than any such organism they've
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.

Well, 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.

Invisible assassin.

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

You, uh, know how a porcupine makes
love?

What are its chances?

Now he's been infected.

They just don't know.

How do you stop something 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.

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's

for. The complete eradication of the
royal bloodline at last.

How do I release it?

Just smash the glass and you can start
the chain of infection from anywhere in

the world.

Of course, the closer you are to your
targets, the faster they'll fall.

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

Miss Campbell, I'm sorry.

They say they've got authority.

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

We'll soon get rid of him.

What do you think you're doing? We'll
have your head 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 to put you
away.

You're wasting your time.

I 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.

But I suggest you keep quiet.

And don't interfere.

It's a bluff.

Tests.

Here's what I tried first.

This is the video record of the break
-in.

You can 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 that all the

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

camera to catch, so...

We need something else.

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

But you are careful to replace them well
before they fail. Now, there's nothing

actually wrong with the disks you take
out, so you recycle them to let

machines.

These came out of that machine within
the past month.

And 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 right now.

How do you deprogram 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 them

together, and there should be enough to
reconstruct the files.

Shall we see what happens when we merge
them?

Merge and run the assassin's files.

My God, she's doing it.

Wait a minute.

If you call up the assassin's file,
Irene's voice is right at the head of

He's right, Roz. It'll trigger the bomb.

Exactly. So tell me how to save Ed.

Stop.

Pause. It's only recognising me.

Stop. Then you tell me.

X -ray. 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. Murphy.

That was

brilliant.

Especially the business with the fake
bomb.

Couldn't you see she was lying?

so so

I'll handle that.

Get him!

Get him!

I can't wait!

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.

Allow me.

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

Will you dispose of me if you need
anything?

Anything at all.

So, Ed, you're not feeling any better
yet, then?

It comes and goes.

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

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

We thought as much, though... We've
hired in a specialist in this field to

after you from now on.

Keith?

See you soon, Ed.

Goodbye, Ed.

Get better soon.

It's a miracle.