All language subtitles for Bugs s03e09 Identity Crisis

Thank you for coming, DOIC.

We're concerned about the progress of
your investigation into the activities

David Lance.

I know that Lance is the man responsible
for the leaks.

Good. But can you prove it?

I'm still assembling the final pieces of
my evidence.

But Lance has a partner.

Someone within the administration whom I
need to identify.

Any delay?

And Lance will become aware he's under
suspicion.

I only need another couple of days.

If there's anything that my department
can do to help, I'm so nearly there, I

can handle it.

DOIC. The executive expects results, not
excuses.

You have 24 hours.

No more.

Of course, sir.

Don't let her get away!

I don't know it. Just get there.

Beckett, I'm on the road.

So, what are we now?

24 -hour plumbers?

When the director calls.

Come on, it's just Jan.

She likes seeing us jump.

Alec! Come on, I said I was sorry about
last night.

You've been so embarrassed in my life.
Look, I've no idea. She just paged me.

Hey, I hope this isn't going to become a
regular thing.

I suppose you need plenty of sleep to
keep acting the fool like you do.

Alex.

Do I take it that your date last night
was less than perfect?

Don't ask.

Jan, what's going on?

Good morning.

Beckett, isn't it?

Who the heck are you?

I'm the new Jan.

Well, what's going on? What's happened
to our Jan?

I don't know.

All I know is that I was woken up even
earlier than you and told I'd been

drafted.

I'm now DOIC.

What's your name?

Call me Jan, of course. The code name
goes with the job.

When I first worked at the Bureau,
Roland Blatty was the chief.

He reported to a Jan and she was someone
else.

So, where exactly is our Jan? Is she
ill? Has she been transferred or what?

You know how these things work. We
probably won't get to hear for ages.

All I was told was that she'd been
reassigned and that we must complete the

project she was working on.

This David Lance thing?

We've got to wrap it up today, or all
her efforts will be wasted.

David Lance, department head at the
Central Betting Office.

He's been a target for some time. Jan
thought he was responsible for a steady

leak of state secrets.

So why haven't we heard about this
before?

Well, it was Jan's pet project.

Some of the leaks have compromised our
activities. That's why she got involved.

I saw her only yesterday at the
executive.

She was very determined.

So you want us to go and get this Lance
bloke?

We have to finish what she started.

We have to present the evidence against
Lance at the national security executive

later today.

Eight hours' time.

How?

Jan deposited the evidence against Lance
at the data storage agency.

Great. Let's call them up and get it
sent over.

No. We suspect Lance has an agent within
the DSA itself.

If we act openly, the agent could locate
and destroy the file.

Which is why I want you to steal it.

You want us to break into a government
building?

Wouldn't be the first time.

Precisely.

I know changes in management are
unsettling, but I hope we can continue

good work here.

If you have problems of any kind, my
door is always open.

Righty -ho.

Away from the window.

What do you and Lance hope to achieve by
this?

The executive know all about his
activities.

They'll be moving in on him before the
end of the day.

You've got something we want.

It's not on you.

Not in here.

We just have to tear your flat apart.

The evidence against Lance is extremely
well hidden.

The data storage agency.

What are you thinking?

Well, I could get in there, move along
there, straight up the

service shelf, no trouble.

You know what pride comes before?

Alex, I don't boast I can do something
if I can't, OK?

Hey, you too.

I'll get my kid together then.

Ali, what did Ed do to upset you so
much?

What didn't he do?

Chatted up the waitress?

Jammed with the band? Told jokes to half
the restaurant?

It's like being out with the Martz
brothers.

All of them. But what did he do to upset
you so much?

I don't know.

If only he'd just be himself, you know?

Right, come on, let's go.

I'll catch you up.

Hello?

But don't say any more, sir.

I think we should meet.

Mr Tate's in Brussels all week.

No, no, that's fine.

Thank you very much.

Alex, it's a Mr Tate you want, OK?

Are you both in position?

Yeah, we're ready.

Try and work as a team?

Come on, we're a great team.

You will.

I've got a package for Mr. Tate.

He's away today, love. He won't get it
till Monday.

On Monday's fine, thanks. Right.

We're done.

Okay, Ed.

Pulse emitter on.

Now.

You sure these things are off? Just
trust us, okay?

I've got a feeling Alex wants me to make
a fool of myself.

Ed, you don't need Alex's help for that.

Helping rats to enter the sewer?

How long has he got?

A few minutes, maybe. It depends how
bright the guard is.

Beckett? Look, where are you? I thought
you were joining us.

Sorry, Ros.

I've had a phone call from Sir Anthony
Fairchild.

Don't tell me his daughter's gone
missing again.

No. He's trying to get hold of Jan.

He can't seem to track her down.

Really? But I thought they were close
friends. Surely he should know where she

is. Apparently not.

I'm just on my way over there to see him
now.

I'm sure this is all fascinating.

In case you're interested, I think I'm
in the East Corridor.

Okay, Ed, the data store you want is the
third on the left, okay?

719 C42.

I got it, guys.

This is it, Anna's got Jan's official
stamp on it. Great, that's the file on

Lance. Get a copy?

What's going on, Tal?

Distance failure.

Total. That's impossible.

What's that?

Tonight. Some girl just left it for Mr.
Tate.

Hey, you can't do that.

Well, some kind of attack.

Well, send me along. No.

That's private.

Roz, the security cameras are back
online.

Time to go, Ed.

Do you hear any alarms?

Yeah, well, they know you're there. Time
to go.

Good to see you again.

Nice to see you too, sir.

How's your daughter, Julia?

Oh, bearing up.

Now, she may not look it, but she's as
tough as old Boots underneath.

Just like her godmother, eh?

OK, we're not on an open line now.

And there are no bugs here.

So what's going on? Where is Jan?

No one knows.

A new Jan has taken over at the Bureau
and... We were told that our Jen had

reassigned to other duties.

Well, nobody's said anything to me about
it.

I was expecting to meet her tomorrow.
It's our opera night.

If she's gone away, I don't mind missing
the caterwauling. I just want to know

what's going on.

To be honest with you, sir, I'm
beginning to worry.

I mean, I would pop round and see her,
but I don't even know where she lives. I

don't even know her name.

That's kept secret.

Well, I know her first name's Barbara.

Julia let it slip at the wedding.

But I don't know her surname.

Do you think she might be in danger?

It's possible.

Right, I'll take you to her flat.

There's no escape.

What does this evidence look like
anyway?

We're not looking for evidence
Louisville. What we're after is a

card.

She had loads of credit cards in her
handbag.

Not like this one. This is a very
special card. Quite literally the key

me.

Ah, I'm sorry.

That's more like it.

You know it is going, don't you? You and
Barbara met.

Who said I would?

I don't suppose you have a key?

I did once.

Thought you lot didn't need keys.

You should say that.

Who's the one who's been here before us?

Look, I'd hate a minister of the crown
to be caught for breaking an entry.

You don't have to do this, you know.

I'm doing it for Barbara.

Can't be good for your nerves doing this
sort of thing all the time.

Hello.

Come on. Hey.

Where's Barbara then, eh?

You're right there. Yes, go.

Are you sure you're all right, sir? Yes,
I'm fine, I'm fine. Did you recognize

them? One of them was David Lance, the
man Jan's been trying to bring in for

selling secrets. So he's making a
preemptive strike, eh? Perhaps.

Do you know what she kept in the safe?

I've no idea.

Maybe the evidence against Lance.

That would explain why he was here.

What about Jan?

This story about her being reassigned
sounds completely bogus.

Yes.

Which makes me doubt everything else
this new Jan has told us.

I was wondering when I'd see you again.

I wanted you to be the first to know.

I found what I was looking for.

You kidnapped me for my bank card.

Come on, don't treat me like an idiot.

This is far more than a simple bank
card, isn't it?

So you weren't after the evidence.

My data numbered with or without your
evidence.

My partner and I decided this was a good
time to get out, and we thought it

would be nice...

If the Bureau provided our retirement
fund.

You'll need more than that card to
access the Bureau's money.

We need the numeric entry code and a
second beta key card.

Neither of which you have.

Don't I?

I think my partner had that under
control.

Let's see what we've got.

All righty.

Another successful mission?

Oh, we aim to please.

With that disc, we can make sure that
Lance and any other traitors are

Well, it's compressed data. I'm about to
open it up.

No.

Thanks. Just let me have the disc.

But I can do it right now.

I'd rather you didn't.

What's the problem?

Just hand it over.

Please don't speak to us like that or we
might just pick up our stuff and walk

out.

I don't care what you do.

I want the dick.

Move.

Hey.

This is certainly a change in management
style, right?

Yeah.

If you just do as you were told, this
wouldn't be necessary.

Well, if we always just did what we were
told to do, we wouldn't be here now.

I think I know who Lance's partner is.

Now she's got the evidence against him.
If that's what it is, we do have a copy.

I was working on the original. I thought
you had to abort the copy.

When security at the DSA got on to us, I
managed to grab the original and the

copy I was making. Now it's incomplete,
but... I should still be able to make

something of it.

If anything's still working.

Don't worry about me. Have another one.

Where do you think I'm going to go?
We're on the fifth floor.

Where is she?

Get up.

Which way did she go?

I don't know.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Get up, Zora.

Hey, guys.

I think we've got an idea on our new
Jan.

So who is she?

Elaine Harmon.

Which explains how she managed to get
herself made DOIC.

As Director of Communications, she'd be
a likely candidate.

And she was perfectly placed to protect
Lance.

Beckett, what kept you?

Jan.

I borrowed some of your clothes, hope
you don't mind.

I was getting a little fed up running
around in my night things.

Night things?

I was kidnapped last night from my bed.

By Lance?

That's right.

He and Elaine Harmon are planning to
steal our money.

The Bureau's operating cash.

Haven't you worked it out yet?

Well, I mean, we know Lance broke into
your flat and took something, but... My

Alpha card. What else do you know?

Well, that Elaine Harmon got us to steal
something from the DSA.

We thought it was the evidence against
Lance.

No, that's somewhere much more secure.

What you stole from the DSA is a numeric
entry code, part of the security system

I need to access Bureau funds.

With that and my Alpha card, I'm
authorised to withdraw up to £10 ,000.

But for any larger sums, you also need
something else.

The Beta key card.

And who has that?

It's circulated around the Cabinet.

Each minister holds it for about two
weeks at a time.

So how do you know where to get it?

The answer to that lies on the disk you
stole from the BSA.

Oh.

Beckett, most of the disk is corrupted,
but there is a tiny fraction of real

data there.

Part of that will be the five -figure
numeric entry code.

The rest is the rota of ministers who
hold this beta key card.

I'll need to decode it, but it shouldn't
take me long.

Right, well, get back to me as soon as
you have anything.

Right. So we know they've got the entry
code and my offer card.

As long as we keep their hands off the
veto card, they can't do much damage.

Harking back to your Navy days, eh,
Beckett?

Living on a boat?

Not exactly.

I've always envied people who lived on
boats.

Yeah, well, don't. It's like living in a
matchbox.

Oh? Then why? Look, I'm just staying
here because it's rent -free.

I'm looking after it for a friend who's
overseas.

Still got financial worries, then?

Yeah, well, who hasn't?

Well, everybody except Roz, of course.

There are much more important things
than money.

Happiness, friendship, family.

Friends like Sir Anthony.

He mentioned to me that he used to have
a key for your flat.

Did he now?

Your cat seems to know him rather well.

I'm not exactly dressed for Covent
Garden, but beggars can't be choosers.

You look a million dollars, Jen. Or
should I say, um, Barbara.

Director will do.

Hello?

Beckett, I've decoded the rota.

The person holding the beta card right
now is Sir Anthony Fairchild.

Tony?

Get over there as soon as possible. Make
sure he and the car are safe.

Yep. Ed and Alex are leaving right now.

Jan? Nice to have you back.

Good luck.

Good morning, little copter.

He's such an innocent boy. I keep
telling him to take more care.

Not coming here was a mistake.

We'd better go.

This address is in my files. Which
Elaine Harmon has access to.

Exactly.

Answer that, will you, Sergeant?

Don't answer that.

Why ever not?

What are you doing here?

How did you get in?

I need to speak to you.

Well, let me answer the phone first.

What's going on?

We want the Bureau's beta card.

That card's for authorized personnel
only.

This is our authorization.

I thought the minister would have some
kind of bodyguard.

He did.

You've got to stop her.

Alex, look after Sarah.

It's all right. Don't cry.

I don't want you collapsing on me now.
We've gone through all this trouble. I'm

only worried that we don't want to sign
your pages. No, what I meant was...

Yeah, it's all right, Becky.

I know you like to pretend you've got a
heart attack.

Jan.

We need to get some help. The only
number

I have is the instant response at the
highest level.

Central off. This is DOIC. I'm in the
field with Chief of Bureau 2.

We're under attack.

ID number?

670 -Z -B10.

Sorry, invalid number. Try again,
please.

670 -Z -B10.

Invalid again.

It is not invalid.

I am DOIC, codename Jan.

We need help, for God's sake.

I can't verify your identity.

I'm terminating this call.

Jan!

They've erased all your idea and made
you a non -person.

They must have dolled up somewhere.

Well, yes, I've been trying to tell you,
Mr Spring, Harmon and Lance are

impostors, and when they show up at the
bank today, you mustn't give them any

cooperation.

So they've got fake ID?

No, it's completely genuine.

Then how do we tell they're not who they
say they are?

Because I'm telling you. But how do I
know that you're who you claim to be?

Mr Spring, come on, you know, I'm trying
to help you out here.

I must have some kind of proof.

Proof? You what?

All right. Jan. Have you ever met Jan?

I've met several Jans, sir.

Exactly. Jan is a code name. The woman
who's coming to your bank today, she

reckons she's Jan, but she's not the
real Jan. Even though she has the

ID.

Yes, that's right.

Sir, if someone enters our bank with
correct ID, knowing the secret numeric

entry code and in possession of the
alpha and beta key cards, I assume

genuine. Or is it very easy for some...

Hoaxer with no confirmed ID to phone up
and play a practical joke on us.

He hung up on me.

Roz, we've got a problem.

The bank wouldn't believe us.

We'd better get moving.

I'll meet you there.

He hung up on me.

Isn't it normally women who do that to
you?

Is there any news of Jan?

Don't worry, Sir Anthony.

She'll be safe with Beckett.

So you and Sir Anthony go to the opera a
lot, do you?

Now and then.

It's just the way he said it. He made it
sound like a regular thing.

He pretends he doesn't like it, but it's
all a front, really.

Actually, we met at the opera.

The Pearl Fishers.

Sydney, 1973.

When you two have been close ever since?

It's no secret.

He asked me to marry him once.

And I had my career.

In 73?

Must have been about the time Julia was
born.

We were still friends.

That's why I'm her godmother.

Godmother, eh?

Not just mother.

Always a pleasure to meet a new Jan.

If you'd like to come this way, we'll
observe the formalities and arrange your

cash.

Don't shoot.

Give me one good reason why not.

Money.

Whatever they're paying you to kill me,

I can treble it.

I have access to vast funds.

All clean, untraceable money.

Name your price, and I'll pay it.

A million.

Two.

How about five million?

Each.

I can take you to the cache right away.

All you have to do... is to put down
your weapons.

Need any help, Beckett? Stop!

Hey, I'm impressed.

Once a field agent, always a field
agent.

We'd better secure these two.

Yeah. And let's hope the others are
having as much luck with Lance and

the bank.

Otherwise the Bureau will be as broke as
you.

Thank

you.

The cash is ready.

Mixed denominations, used notes, and no
consecutive serial numbers as usual.

Sir.

Don't forget your security key.

If you try to open it without using your
key, the alarm is activated.

Yes, of course.

Stay where you are or I'll shoot you.

Get me out of here.

Walk through those doors.

What have you

done,

Alex? I don't know, but now's the
appropriate time to be playing Twister,

though.

You never did answer my question about
Julia.

No, she is not my daughter.

I'd have liked a child, but I kept Tony
waiting, and while I was hesitating, he

found someone else.

Julia's mother?

Yes, she was a colleague, one who was
happy to give up her career.

Sadly, she died a few years ago now.

And where does that leave you and Sir
Anthony?

The moment's passed.

Tony's got his political career and...
and I've got the Bureau.

Do you know, setting up Bureau 2 has
been the pinnacle of my career?

The Bureau was your idea?

Mm -hmm.

After the Cyberaxe disaster wiped out
Roland Blatty and the original Bureau of

Weapons, I lobbied really hard for a
replacement.

And that's when you recruited us.

I wanted the best possible team around
me.

You know, flattery usually means people
want something.

No. All I want now is a brandy and a
bath.

And I can manage both of those myself,
thank you.

Hello, old fellow.

Waiting for your dinner, then, eh?

Oh, lovely.

Oh, no key.

What, how many? Not necessarily, but I
always have a spare.

And you were worried about Sir Anthony's
security.

I suppose we're two of a kind.

Looks like the Bureau's back in
business.

I tell you, you never really appreciate
someone like Jan until she's not there.

I know you're not going to believe this,
but I've kind of missed her.

You'll have to get used to that.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Where are Jan and Beckett now?

Sorry, I didn't get the chance to clear
up for you.

They're at Jan's flat. Alex, look after
these two.

Look, if all you had in the safe was
your key card, and the disk at DSA was,

well, something else, where is the
evidence against Lance?

I'll show you.

Where's Wagner?

Wagner?

The cat.

The evidence against Lance is hidden in
a microchip on his collar.

Ah.

Kitty.

Kitty.

down the pump.

Twice I owe you.

So, what's our operational status?

Harmon did a lot of damage, but Ross
says that 95 % of the system is out back

online. Good.

A touch of paint wouldn't go amiss.

Well, if there's money in the bank.

I'll see what I can do.

I'd better get back.

Good luck.

Thank you.

I was wondering, maybe tonight we could
give the opera a miss.

Yes, if you like.

You don't have to stay, Tony.

I can face the security executive
without you holding my hand.

Ah, dear, I see.

Excellent. Quite excellent.

Would you like to tell her, Minister, or
shall I?

Be my guest.

Elaine Harmon's departure has left a
vacancy on the executive.

The cabinet would like you to take her
place.

You want me to serve on the national
security executive?

Not before time, if you ask me.

You knew about this?

Well, you're not the only one who can
keep a secret, you know.

I'll tell you what.

It's a shame about the new Jan. I think
I preferred her to the old one. Ed,

you're the maniac, a killer, a traitor.

Yeah, but at least you knew where she
was coming from. I mean, our Jan, you

know, you never know whether she's going
to bark or bite.

You really are impossible.

Do you know that?

What can I say? It's just the way I am.

WYSIWYG.

I beg your pardon?

It's an acronym used in computing.

What you see is what you get.

WYSIWYG.

There you go. You got me fast.

What you see is what you get.

I like it.

The question is, do I?

You know, I always thought Jan and
Fairchild were more than just friends.

Why don't you say something?

Because if she'd wanted us to know, she
would have said.

Anyway, I think she's still in love with
him.

Oh, Ros.

Well, is there anyone else in her life?

Look, I hope you don't think... No.

But that's my point.

She's lonely.

She missed the boat with Fairchild and
she's been regretting it ever since.

Yeah.

I suppose you only get so many chances
in life.

If you don't take them, it's a long time
to be unhappy.

Yes, Beckett, it is.

A long, long time.