All language subtitles for Bugs s03e04 Hollow Man

Security pass, please, sir.

Thank you.

Haven't seen you on this run before,
Mr... Holt.

My first time.

Pass through, please, sir.

The pollen's a killer this time of year.

Tell me about it. The kid's been
wheezing all month.

Take the lift to the fifth, Mr. Holt.

Thank you.

Who's he?

He's a new guy from the currency
printers.

Came for the new designers.

Named Simon Holt.

They always fax us when they're sending
someone new.

Quite clear security.

Call the printers. I want confirmation.

Let's do it on three.

One, two, three.

Where is he?

Confirm receipt of master print disc at
13 .43 hours.

Thank you, gentlemen.

What's the distance? It's in Luxembourg,
our way. So who's this then?

That's the lift, Frozen.

You get ready to bring him down on my
command.

Bring him down.

Get him out. Get him out.

Get him out.

That disc is gone.

Hey, Beckett.

What's this, some kind of aversion
therapy?

When you're trying to increase your bank
balance by the power of thought.

It's the new £100 note.

New £100 note.

Supposed to be counterfeit proof.

Beckett, you haven't been tempted.

No, I haven't.

But it appears somebody else has.

The print dismaster has just been
stolen.

Hi. Hey, welcome back.

Ros. I got your message just after we
landed.

Jan here yet? In the lift.

ETA 15 seconds.

Beckett, a souvenir from Barbada. It's
lethal.

Don't drink it all at once.

Thank you.

Good trip?

Oh, disastrous.

Really? Yeah. Our blatting was weak. Our
bowlers never found line or length.

Cricket? No, I mean, you know.

Yeah, Channing. Did he have a good time?

Everyone, over here, now.

I reckon she's dumped him.

You wish.

The theft was meticulously planned.

His real name is Lewis Drake.

He must have had inside knowledge and
came prepared for everything.

In the confusion, he escaped up the lift
shaft to the roof.

Do you know anything about Drake's
background?

Apart from his name, his file was almost
empty.

You have 24 hours to recover that disc
before the new £100 notes are launched.

Hasn't the damage been done?

Surely Drake's had enough time to run
off a fortune.

No, the disc was encrypted, so he needs
to get it decoded before he's in

business.

Now, the man who designed the printing
software... A guy called Felix North.

But there's no point checking him out.
He died four weeks ago.

Yes. Thank you, Alex.

Murdered by Drake, I bet. Thank you,
Alex.

I'm sure your colleagues will pursue
that lie.

But the disc by itself isn't enough.

To print passable currency, Drake needs
access to a hollow imager.

Alex.

Ros, enlighten us, please.

It's a system invented by Rockridge
Imaging to make the new banknotes

unforgeable. A sequence of tiny
holograms is impressed into the paper

printing process.

You mean like the ones on credit cards?

Mm -hm.

You remember what they are, don't you,
Becky?

Thank you, Ed.

Well, with the Rockridge system, the
holograms on credit cards, they look

cave paintings.

They'll no doubt make Ethan Rockridge
even richer than he already is.

You must get that disc back before the
launch.

Can't it be postponed?

The government has invested its
reputation on this new safe paper money.

If it fails, there will be severe
repercussions both politically and

economically. Well, Drake got his
information from somewhere. This Felix

the late software designer, he's the
obvious connection.

I'll go check him out. You coming, Alex?

Well, go on.

Or do you want me to get you some filing
to do?

There's a press conference on the new
banknotes in half an hour.

Nobody knows about the theft?

No, not even the finance minister.

Go to the press conference. You'll be
briefed on the hollow image from the

horse's mouth.

How's the weather in Barbados?

Oh, fine.

No interruptions to play.

And the hotel, comfy?

Oh, amazing.

Remind me to show you the snaps later.

So what do we know about this Rockridge,
anyway?

Oh, brilliant academic career, then
massive success in business.

Now, scientific advisor to the
government, confidant of the prime

almost certainly in line for a peerage.

Not to mention very, very rich, eh,
Ross?

Suppose you billionaires stick together,
do you? Beckett, I'm hardly a

billionaire.

for a long time fear of forgery has
prompted moves towards electronic money

plastic cards with memory chips.

Research has shown that people don't
like them. Plastic just doesn't smell

right.

Now we can promise you freedom from the
fear of forgery.

From tomorrow, counterfeiting is
impossible, and this is all because of

Ethan Rockridge.

Thank you, Minister, for that
introduction. But it is this machine

deserves the praise.

My hollow imager.

This is the prototype of a unique
machine that stands in the Bank

of England's printing centre.

It imprints on each note a complex
holograph, which is

easy to check and yet impossible to
reproduce.

Wow, that is wonderful.

Lovely.

What is it, the Alps? No, don't you get
it? Rock Ridge.

Rock Ridge. Oh, funny, Beckett.

Yes, please.

So you're saying that no forger can
duplicate this?

Well, not unless they have a few million
pounds to spend on a hollow imager. And

you've just built the one machine?

Apart from this non -working prototype,
the Bank's imager really is the only one

of its kind in the world.

Next question.

Drake didn't steal the design disc for
fun. He wants to print money.

He must have access to a hollow imager.
Yeah, but how? I don't know.

Listen, I'm going to go for a look
around, all right?

Let me see if you can keep the hero
talking. It shouldn't be too difficult.

And I'm sure you'll agree that the
result is quite beautiful.

Are there any more questions?

Yeah, please.

You once said that the only way to
democratize technology is to make it

available to all people.

While I agree with the sentiment, I
don't remember stating it quite so

eloquently. You did in your doctoral
thesis.

Well, I commend you for getting through
it, Miss... Henderson.

Rob Henderson.

Well, Miss Henderson, if you see this
device as democratizing technology, then

yes, I am proud. I am very proud to be
associated with it.

Hello. Oh, hello.

I'm sorry about putting you on the spot
earlier.

Oh, I apologise for that. It must have
sounded so naive.

No, it was inspiring.

Actually, you're one of the reasons I
got into this.

Well, I'm very flattered, Miss
Henderson. Henderson.

Electronics is... Duty calls.

Please.

Excuse me.

Tricia.

I'm so glad I caught you. Mr Rockridge
has been very, very complimentary about

your work.

I didn't even think he knew who I was.

Let alone ask you to interview me.

Well, I'm very lucky, because he's given
me free range to talk to whoever I want

and go wherever I please.

Is this where you work?

That's where I polish the lenses.

But you can't go in there.

Free range, Trish, and he wasn't talking
about eggs.

Mr Rockridge said so.

So, you polish the lenses, eh, Trisha?

Fascinating.

Was it you who polished the lenses on
the holo -imager they're using to print

the new money?

Yes. Wow.

Millions.

Billions of pounds, all depending just
on you.

Don't exaggerate.

No.

I suppose everything since has been a
bit of an anti -climax, has it?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, you'll never get a chance
to do anything like that again, will

you?

Although I have to say, the gossip on
the news desk is that you people have

secretly built dozens of the images.

All part of your boss's plan to overtake
the world.

It's just a joke.

So what are you working on now, then?

I don't think I can talk about that.

Oh, come on, Trish, just a journalistic
curiosity.

Old press intrusion.

Mr Rockridge is always warning us about
you reporters.

George!

Is there a problem?

Yeah, you.

I may pull at lenses, but I'm not
stupid.

Absolutely no need for violence.

George?

What's going on here?

Someone nosing around a restricted area,
sir.

You really must learn to be a little
more gracious toward members of the

George. I think he really is press, sir.

He's not on any of our list.

His name's Beckett.

Beckett? I've heard that name.

Let's call Mr.

Beckett off the premises, please,
George. The back entrance.

Let me start.

Oh, I hope you weren't planning on
running off so soon, Miss Henderson.

I... Not many people could have
surprised me in the way that you did

I am always interested to learn more
about someone who could do that.

Now, it's my turn to be flattered.
Flattered enough to have dinner with me

evening? This evening... Oh, now, don't
tell me you're busy.

I'm an impulsive man.

I will not take no for an answer.

Really, I can't. You mean you are
willing to tell your editor that you

down the chance of an exclusive
interview?

That would be difficult.

I was beginning to wonder what sort of
journalist you really were.

I'd love to have dinner with you.

The last known abode is Felix North.

No wife, no family.

Really?

What did he die of, noise pollution?

No, drowning.

Alex, if you're worried about this
breaking anything, I can go in alone.

It's not that.

It's just that I've never been in a dead
person's place before.

Right, well, I'll watch out for ghosts.

This must be Mr North.

Boo!

Don't! You spooked?

Only by you.

Doesn't much look like the place of a
dead man, does it?

I mean, check this out.

Phone's still working.

So's the computer.

That's interesting.

Someone sent North an email in the last
couple of days.

OK, clever clogs.

Who's the email from, then?

Lewis Drake.

The man who escaped from the bank, he
sent the email to North.

The disc designer and the guy who stole
it are in this together.

Drake, the dress. Shall we go?

That's very good, Alex.

Um, Ed, I think you'll find it easier to
drive with your hands on the wheel.

You know, all work and no play makes
Alex a dull girl.

All smarm and no charm? Give Ed a flat
five.

Instant market researcher.

Be careful, Alex.

Don't antagonise Drake. Just keep him
busy long enough for me to break in

back and find the div.

Decoded yet?

Just finishing.

Good work for a dead man.

A rich dead man.

Waited years to make some real money.

Get rid of them.

Uh,

hi. We're doing a... survey on computer
use in the home. I wonder if you could

spare me a few minutes. Well, actually,
it's not a good time.

It will only take a few minutes. Please.

Um,

let's start with an easy one, Mr. North.
What's your name?

Oops.

Hey,

Ed. Are you all right?

Alex, it's all right.

Hi, Doctor.

Mr Rockridge has been nuked and spied
on, made to feel like a criminal.

Minister, I can only apologise
unreservedly. The days of Secret Service

are well past.

They're all answerable now. Quite so,
Minister.

Yeah, hang on now. No, this is crisis
time.

Someone's just about to print up enough
money to buy London.

It's a crisis, all right. It's a crisis
that I resent being informed of only

half an hour ago.

Most regrettable, Minister.

So why aren't you arresting the
criminals rather than infiltrating Mr

Rockridge's offices?

Because someone who works for Rockridge
must be involved in this scam.

Absurd. His entire staff were positively
vetted before the bank would proceed

with the imager contract.

That proves nothing.

Mr Rockridge and his company are models
of probity.

Someone's having you on.

Have this man dismissed.

I don't work for you. Instantly.

If he's still on the payroll next week,
I shall see that your own position is

reviewed. Of course, Minister.

Thank you, sir.

Beckett?

Is that it?

I do wish you'd learned to be a little
more diplomatic.

I don't mean sycophantic.

You don't have to like these people.
Just bow and scrape a little.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'll go and clear my desk, shall I?

Beckett, don't be ridiculous. Ignore all
that.

What?

He'll be out at the next reshuffle.

Why do you think no one tells him
anything?

Do you really think someone at Rockridge
made a second image of a Drake to use?

Well, I don't think Drake would have
bothered to steal the desk unless he

thought he could use it.

As you thought, Rockridge has powerful
friends.

Can we prove a link between him and
Drake?

Not without knowing more about Drake
himself, no.

I gave you everything I had.

Unusual for official records to be quite
so blank.

Are you suggesting someone got at the
file?

Happens.

But these are the most secure top -level
clearance files.

Give me access to them. I'll check them
out.

If somebody's trying to make Drake look
like the Invisible Man, I'll find them.

This is technology heaven.

Is that... It is the very first laptop
computer.

I knew it was in a private collection. I
just always assumed it was the

inventor's. Well, everybody has their
price, including visionaries.

Yes, well, nobody seems to have named
yours yet. Well, I've always been a

sentimental about my first invention.

You've come a long way since these
little things.

Sometimes I'm not quite so sure.

Oh, no.

You know, I have to confess.

You've always been a bit of a hero of
mine. Oh, please.

No, really.

Really?

An inspiration, if you like.

An inspiration?

For your work? Yes, for my journalism.

Oh. I thought you meant your inventions.

You are that Ross Henderson, aren't you?

I have to tell you, I'm quite a fan of
yours.

I'd better go.

No. Look, I know who you are. I know why
you are here.

Your colleague, Mr Beckett, was removed
from my premises earlier, so combine

business with pleasure.

Stay for dinner.

Please, keep an eye on me at the same
time.

No, we don't want to disappoint the
chef, do we?

After all, he might have provided
something very exceptional for us.

Rosie's what?

Uh, she's having dinner with Rockridge.

She called and said he'd made her an
offer that was quite simply too good to

refuse. Well, maybe they're going to
compare the size of their bank

Yeah, well, it's crunch time here, mate.
We, um, we tracked Drake and North to a

printer's synchro scan.

Are they inside?

Certainly are. They were expected.

Drake's got this one planned down to the
very last detail.

Yeah, it looks a pretty high -tech
place.

It's sort of outfit that could easily
run off a couple of million before

breakfast.

I'm going to try and find out more about
who we're dealing with.

You get inside and stop them printing.

I'm going in.

Ed.

Keep an eye on Alex.

Always a pleasure.

I stole the chef from a restaurant in
Florence.

Ethan, you never struck me as a thief.

Oh, we don't have theft in business,
only acquisitions. It's a question of

grasping opportunities.

Like when you convince the bank that
putting holograms on credit cards could

fraud in half.

You really do know my story.

I heard you speak once at the CBI.

I've learnt a few things since those
days, a few survival tips.

Really? Like what?

Legalities, contracts, patents.

Patents are the lifeblood of this
business.

Believe me.

If I hadn't got my first patent, you
would not be sitting there today.

You were lucky.

No.

We make our own luck in this world.

And here's to opportunity.

And plain old -fashioned luck.

Hey, Alex, I'm in.

I've got one for you.

343 GXR.

Okay.

Registered to a Reg Gibson.

Must reference him to the single -scan
phone directory.

We'll be in business.

All right.

Night Manager, extension 42.

See you in a minute.

I'm here to see Mr Gibson.

Got an appointment?

He called me 20 minutes ago, said one of
the hydraulic presses was out of sync.

If you're worried, call him and check.

Yeah, I'll do that.

Gibson here.

Yeah, it's Duncan on the gate.

I've got a young woman here who says you
wanted to come up and have a look at a

press. Right, she's running late. Send
her right up.

You sound awful, Mr. Gibson.

Do I?

Well, yeah, I'm going to sound a lot
worse, too. If you don't get that

I'll be all right now.

Yeah, sorry, sir.

Look, I didn't mean it that way. It's
just, you know, it's like being one of

those nights. The ink filter just blew.
I'm expecting someone else to come and

see to that.

Matter of fact, they're running an hour
late, so as soon as they get here, send

them straight through, all right?

Whatever you say, sir.

I love it when they call me sir.

All this money.

The picture's right.

Another holo -imager.

Holograms.

They're beautiful.

Yeah, but not exactly legal tender.
We've got to stop this stuff.

How?

Sabotage.

What's that?

I don't know.

But whatever it is, let's hope it's
important.

Right, Duncan.

Mr. Drake and Mr. North will be
completing test runs till dawn.

Make sure they're not disturbed.

Okay, Mr. Gibson.

Oh, by the way, I let that consultant in
like you said.

What consultant?

We have to be out of here by dawn.
What's the delay?

Oh, Master, focusing lens is missing.

Hollow imager won't work without it.

Mr. Drake!

I thought you'd gone. We have a problem.
Two intruders. Well, deal with it. You

have the authority here. Lock down the
entire facility. I want them found.

What about the lens focuser?

Start packing what we've printed already
and get yourself out.

Now what?

Now what?

Time to play hide -and -seek. Come on.

OK. I've used my clearance to open up
the database.

The rest is up to you.

I do like to see an expert at work.

That's why I employ your team, after
all.

This is fascinating. What security level
is this?

Cabinet level.

Well, I've traced the file on Drake.

I was right. The report you were given
was tampered with.

Hence the lack of detail.

Can you recover the original data?

I was a software agent, Ken.

There.

Unusual background for a would -be
forger?

The patent office.

Now, why would anyone want to wipe that
information from his file?

This really has been a night to
remember, but I ought to be going back.

I'm sorry Beckett jumped to the wrong
conclusion.

Well, do you think I was planning to
print money for myself?

No.

Good.

If you're so fond of electronics, then
why are you playing these spy games with

Beckett's team?

They're not games. I like what I do. We
make a difference, and I get to design

my own stuff.

I liked your new miniature video camera
very much.

And Channing Hardy's doing a good
marketing job for you. A few more like

and you'll be as rich as me.

Ethan, I don't really get that excited
by money.

What does excite you?

Technology? Yes.

New ideas, solving problems, making
things.

Well, then.

Here's an idea for you.

Come and work with me.

With my resources and your ideas, just
think what we could achieve.

I don't know what to say.

Well, don't say anything.

Yet.

Just promise me that you'll think about
it.

Excuse me for one moment.

Problem?

No, no, no. Everything's fine.

It's something that I have to attend to.

Have another drink. I'll be back as soon
as I can.

Got him.

When Drake was at the Peyton office, one
of the applications he approved was

Rockridge's first hologram design.

But Drake must have passed thousands of
patents in his time.

Yes, including Felix North applications
for software patents.

Without these patents, neither North nor
Rockridge could ever have got started.

You think they bribed Drake to get them
passed?

Well, I mean, there must be something
funny about this patent office

Otherwise, why would someone go to all
that trouble to lose it?

Can you trace who tampered with that
file?

I think so.

Do it.

I don't like being lied to.

Aunt Ros knows who she's eating with.

I told you never to come here. You can
forget those rules.

The hollow emitter isn't working.
There's a part missing.

Stuff just goes missing.

Can I help you?

Who's that?

Ethan,

I'm

disappointed in the company you keep.
Right, Rockridge. I want that machine

fixed. Lars has nothing to do with this.
She does now.

Is that all money?

We've got to stop it leaving.

Part of the lens system has been
removed. It should work perfectly now.

Get repaid.

Only when I've made as much money as
you.

What I've earned, I've earned through my
ideas.

Your contribution was to rob a staffer.

I made you then.

I can break you now.

Get rid of the woman.

Yes? I saw them in the printing area.

Search the rest of the building. Find
them.

Drake sent me to kill you.

Is he?

Don't you always take orders from Drake?

Old debts.

He secured my first patent.

Another company had already applied, but
he made sure I got it.

Your so -called opportunity.

He was going to come clean about the
patent fraud.

Bring me down.

Either we were both billionaires or we
would be destitute together. The choice

was mine.

Ethan, you don't have to go along with
Drake.

Oh, come on, Roz.

You've tasted the good life.

Would you ever go back?

You can still do the right thing. Look,
let me go. Help me stop Drake.

It's too late for me.

It's never too late. This is an
opportunity for you to make things

Seize it.

I thought you were suspended from duty.

I made an operational decision to
overrule that suggestion.

So what's all this nonsense about a
security breach?

Beckett?

Someone's been rewriting history in
official databases.

Removing records.

Someone with the very highest security
clearance.

A briefing file on an active criminal I
was given yesterday was almost

completely devoid of detail.

And what's this got to do with me?

Nowadays, everything is done by
computer.

And unless operators are very, very
clever, they leave little footprints all

over cyberspace.

The man in the rewritten file is called
Drake.

The computer which did the rewriting has
been traced to this department.

To this office.

I really don't know what... It's all on
disk.

We can prove it.

I was just doing Ethan a favour.

He said it wasn't anything important.

And I... And I never realised... Is that
it, then? He

gets away with it?

Not exactly.

Tomorrow will be an announcement of an
unexpected resignation due to a sudden

urge to spend more time with his family.

You're quite an operator.

So are you.

But it's not over yet.

You've still got to stop Drake and
Rockridge.

Thanks a lot, Batgirl.

Don't call me that.

The woman?

Self -proven.

Good.

We're nearly done here. You can go.

No, I'll wait to pick up the hollow
imager when you've finished with it.

Just covering my tracks, Drake.

Always the clever one, weren't you?

That's why I've got such a successful
business.

Stop right there!

No guts, though.

I knew you didn't have it in you.

Get up there with her.

They're almost ready to go.

Look, I'll sabotage the truck with this.

Oh, I doubt it.

I'll secure the doors. That'll stop them
going anywhere.

Move around.

There were years I sat in that office
making you all rich.

Well, what did you expect? A percentage?

No, he's been paid. Not enough.

Who's that?

Hang on your head. I'll get you to a
hospital.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

You

did

fine.

You have

to

get out of here. Now!

Put your foot down.

Just go. Give me the gun.

Right, right, go right.

Get it under control, for God's sake.

So build up, keep away from that.

Did the trick after all, eh?

You got change of a hundred?

These

holiday

snacks are a bit dull, aren't they,
Ross?

You are joking, aren't you?

No.

How can you say that?

Look.

That's the first English wicked.

And that was a brilliant catch at first
slip.

Are they all of the cricket?

Yeah.

There's none of you or, um... Channing.

Some things are best kept private,
Beckett.

Oh, I don't believe it.

From Jan.

Press release about rockery. Check it
out.

Untimely death.

Three industrial accidents.

Oh.

They're giving him a posthumous
knighthood.

What a complete cover -up. Oh, yeah.

He was only human.

He did the right thing in the end.

You know, um... It's no good, mate. Even
if you glue all that back together

again, no bank will take it.

Well, a man can dream, can't he?

Anyway, I don't need it anymore.

My bank have finally agreed to give me
my credit card back.

Hey, dinner on you tonight, then? Afraid
not. Spending limits in two figures.

Two figures.

I think we can do better than that,
don't we?

Well, what's the point in having all
this technology? Here, Kat, if you can't

use it, how about a friend?