All language subtitles for Black.Bag.2025.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

I'm here to see Mr. Meacham.

[patrons chattering]

[dance music playing]

[no audible dialogue]

[dance music fades]

You were right, George.
We have a traitor in the house.

There are five names on there.

Your wife's one of them.

Why is that?

You asked me to look at everyone.
I looked.

She has the security clearance,
she has the motive

and she has the capability.

I had to put her down.

How long do you think you'll need?

Give me two weeks.

If Severus is deployed as intended,
thousands of innocent people will die.

Okay. One week.

If it is Kathryn,
do you really think you can do that?

How's Anna?

Still mad.

[George] I'm sorry.

I made a mistake. That's all.
She just can't let it go.

[George] She will. Eventually.

Yeah?

Some things really are best
swept under the rug.

[Meacham] I just wish
it wasn't so fucking easy.

To cheat. For us.

Hmm.

Not everyone aspires
to your flagrant monogamy, George.

If you'd like Anna to be less angry,
you might consider going home.

Good luck finding the rat.

I can feel when you're watching me.

Sorry.

I like it.

[George] I understand this is not
the casual dinner you'd prefer.

Yeah. It's an unusual group.

Data scraper, two agents
and the in-house shrink.

What are we hunting this time?

Severus.

And you think one of them took it?

Possibly.

[Kathryn] Hmm.

It's been a while since
we've had a traitor to dinner.

At least knowingly.

We shouldn't be discussing this.

No, probably not.

I would have thought
you'd start with polygraphs.

I wanted to try
something more elegant first.

What's on the menu?

Fun and games.

Will there be a mess to clean up?

With any luck.

They suit you.

[Kathryn] Hmm.

[sighs] You spent too much.

It's boring how much
you think about money.

It's terrifying how much you don't.

Avoid the Chana masala.

It contains a healthy amount of DZM 5.

Darling, you may not dose our guests.

One of them is a liar.

I want to know which.

["Up The Junction" playing]

♪ ... with me and the girl from Clapham ♪

♪ Out on the windy common ♪

♪ That night I ain't forgotten ♪

♪ When she dealt out the rations ♪

♪ With some or other passions... ♪

- Matthew.
- Hello, sir.

I want to settle up for the table
by the door.

- Of course.
- And I'll have a double Jameson.

Straightaway, sir.

I know they're not
that much older, really,

but I kind of feel like
I'm going to my parents' house.

[friend chuckles]

If they weren't divorced
and didn't hate each other.

Well, here's what I know.

You don't get invited to dinner twice
if you say no the first time.

But why now, with 24 hours' notice?

And why us?

We all work together,
two couples in the same field,

it's not that much of a reach.

So you believe this was just spontaneous?

I am assuming so
until I see reason to believe otherwise.

You and Freddie, sitting across
from each other after what just happened?

That could be read as provocative.

Freddie's fine.

Right?

How should I know?
[chuckles] Ask the shrink.

Whose idea was it, do you think?

- George or Kathryn?
- [in unison] George.

Sorry. Sorry. So sorry.

For fuck's sake, Freddie.
I mean, you booked the table.

You're the one that wanted
to meet beforehand.

I am absolutely at fault. I admit it.

And Dr. Vaughan,
were she allowed to say so,

would claim there's a certain hostility
in my chronic tardiness,

but in order to make it up to you all,

I have paid the bill
and tipped like a gangster.

Oh, come on.

We are celebrating James's well-deserved
meteoric ascent through the ranks.

Cheers!

- Shall we?
- Right.

Wait!

I was hoping for some pointers.
I mean, how should I behave?

Praise his cooking
and I promise all will be magical.

[doorbell rings]

- Hello!
- [James] Kathryn.

And on time and everything. Come in.

Thank you.

Oh, should I take that?

No, I'll take it through...

- Come in. Yes, it's cold, isn't it?
- [chuckles]

Hello. Lovely to see you.

Shall I take your coat?

- Wow.
- Thank you.

- This is, um, beautiful.
- Thanks.

Oh, yeah.

The joys of not having children, eh?

[laughs]

- What would you like to drink?
- Rum.

- Rum.
- Mmm.

- '98 for the table.
- Right.

Oh, yes. Lovely.

Should we get this over with?

I get it. Why you went with him.

Yes?

James is the smart play.

Young, aggressive, and...

How shall we say? Uncompromised?

I'd always hoped it would be you.

I drink too much, I fuck too much,
and I owe more than I'm worth.

The pills are becoming a problem as well.

[Freddie] I'm so glad
I can confide in you, George.

I need to change.

[Kathryn] Oh, give them a break.

Most of NCSC is 25-year-olds.

They were just mucking around,
trying to zero-day a central router.

They didn't know
they'd brick the whole system.

Wait. Syria, 2012.

That was you?

That was us?

I don't know.
I don't work on that side of the house.

That op was tight.

I've read that string.
It's a very sexy piece of code.

[James] Hmm. It was all fine

till little Eddie Snowden decided
to call everybody out,

and said it was a fuck up.

It shut Assad's arse right down,
didn't it?

How many civilians died as a result?

Greater good.

Yeah, I don't find amorality attractive.

Then give up either your profession
or your sex life.

- I give it two weeks.
- [Freddie snorts]

[Kathryn chuckles]

Optimistic.

[data scraper]
Did you get hell from oversight?

- Nothing I couldn't handle.
- Oh, please.

The committee fucked with Kathryn
exactly once.

Half of them lost their assignments.

'Cause that's what bad bitches do.

[James] Hmm.

The Chana masala is fantastic, by the way.

- Absolutely delicious.
- [Vaughan] Mmm.

Thank you.

Come on, Syria's hardly the worst thing
we've ever done.

I once outed my kid's teacher
as a pedophile just to get him fired.

- Oh.
- [laughs]

Figures.

Turns out the guy's eight-year-old
had a rash.

Guess he shouldn't have emailed
those pictures.

That is uniquely loathsome, Freddie.

You hand me an angle, I play it.
New teacher gave Matty an A.

Don't fuck with SIS dad.

So we're all horrible people.
Is that what the point is here?

I prefer to say "complex."

And what's wrong with "patriotic"?

Come on, most of us are sick as shit.

Nobody can lay a glove
on Oedipus over there.

What? You all don't know about that?

- Careful, Freddie.
- [Freddie] It's common knowledge.

Well, that's for him. Not you.

It's all right. But thank you, darling.

See? George can handle it.

Handle what?

Little Georgie surveilled his own father.

Ouch.

Oh, my.

Well...

Daddy was an inveterate cheater.

Rarely, if ever, kept it in his pants.

But he was senior service and he was...

shall we say, careful.

When half your life's in the black bag
how's little civilian wifey

ever gonna have a prayer of knowing
where you're sticking it?

[Vaughan scoffs] That's crass.

[Freddie] So was Thomas Woodhouse.

And his boy didn't like that one bit.

[James] So what happened?

[Freddie] George got the goods
on him. On video.

Played the tape one Sunday night
at a family dinner

I would have paid money to be present at.

George torched Daddy's marriage

and his career at the same time.

Who will ever hire a field op
who's bested by his own kid?

I don't like liars.

You are so rock and roll.

That must have been deeply traumatic.

How old were you?

Thirty-seven.

Oh.

Did your father not know
what you do for a living?

[Kathryn] Oh, no, he knew.

Thomas just thought he was very good.

George was better.

I hear you've never been beaten
in the chair.

You're like some kind of legend.

Is it true? No one can lie to you?

Better not to find out.

Well, when are you gonna poly me, George?

Sorry.

[Freddie] Of course, what came after
can hardly be blamed on George.

I think that's enough.

The man had been depressed for 30 years.

Freddie, it ends right now.

[data scraper] Shut the fuck up
when you talk to people, Freddie.

I have a game.

We go round the table,
and each of us makes a resolution.

The way you might at New Year.

Some personal issue
that needs to be addressed.

"I resolve to quit smoking," for example.

[Freddie] Oh, this is some
groundbreaking shit, George.

But we don't make
the resolution for ourselves.

We make it for the person to our right.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I'm certain it's a terrible one.

[Freddie] Are you joking?

[Kathryn] I don't believe he is.

I'm in.

I'm getting another bottle.

This is a new one.

Brand-new.

[Freddie laughs]

[Vaughan] Well, I wasn't aware
the agency would track that.

But I'll, um... I'll keep it in mind.
Thank you, George.

So when you say "erotic fiction"...

Leave the poor woman alone.

I don't need defending.

I like a dirty story. It's not a crime.

I believe it's my turn. Yeah?

Okay, I resolve to...

Wait, I'm speaking in his voice, yeah?

Okay.

"I resolve to do my best
to finish second whenever possible."

- [snorts]
- [Vaughan] Or once even.

Once would be a refreshing change of pace.

Mmm. Sing it, sister.

Trust me, one day you'll be thrilled
to finish at all.

[data scraper]
You are so full of shit, Freddie.

Note taken. You'll be begging me to stop.

Oh, what every woman longs for.
An endless abrasive experience.

- [Freddie snorts]
- Let's move on.

My turn.

This one's for you, right?

Okay.

"I resolve to figure out
this old-man obsession of mine."

Oh.

I figured that one out
a long time ago, hon.

Young men bore the shit out of me.
[laughs]

I mean, you-- you know,
you haven't done anything.

You haven't been anywhere.

All you want to do is invite me over
to watch you play video games.

[Vaughan laughs]

Oh, God, did I get that one right?

Second date. Call of Duty.
Pacific Theater.

[Kathryn] Well,
this has been absolutely delightful.

[Freddie] I may be old and wizened,

but at least I know how
to book a decent restaurant, Major.

- It's Colonel.
- Colonel Xbox.

- Okay.
- Major Minecraft.

Fucking hilarious shit, mate.

Promise you'll go down on him
while he plays Zelda

so he can die a happy little soldier,
won't you?

[data scraper] Shut the fuck up, Freddie.

[Freddie] What is your problem tonight?

You know, the real problem with old men is
the miserable, suffocating fear of death.

I mean, it's there, so... [laughs]
...so they can feel it.

And they are quite literally
pissing themselves with fear,

which, oh, I suppose explains
their pathetic priapic lunging

at anything that moves.

I'm wondering if perhaps
you've had enough to drink.

But it's my turn now, right?

I get to speak for Freddie now, right?

"I'm gonna stop fucking her."

Well, I'm afraid I can't, gorgeous.
I am powerless before you.

Not me.

Her.

Is this some sort of prank?

This is why you can't date a SIGINT.
They're all fucking insane.

It would appear--

It would appear my young friend and I
might benefit from a private conversation.

I'm not going anywhere.

- I am--
- [Vaughan] You know,

maybe on Monday the two of you could
find a few minutes to come by my office.

We could sit down and then--

- I'm not going anywhere.
- My God, you are an infant.

- It's not the issue.
- You're psychotic.

Pathological.

I have indulged your constant need
for support, and encouragement,

and reassurance, and fucking paternal
engagement for a year and a half now,

and I'm sick to fucking death of it.

He left.

I'm so sorry Daddy walked out the door.

Probably because he didn't love Mummy,
but maybe because he became

so hopelessly bored
with your needy constant demands

that he figured getting out was better.

And that is a shitting tragedy,
but it happens.

It happens and you move on.

That's what a healthy human being does!

You are a perversion
of what a man is supposed to be.

- [Vaughan] Stop it!
- You are a diseased creature,

who has spent the last 20 years
of her life running in frantic circles

trying to compensate
for a so-called tragedy

that is quite possibly
the most boring story ever told.

And I've had it with you.

I hate you. I hate you so fucking much!

I have slept with no one but you
for the past year and a half,

you sweet fucking lunatic.

No one!

Oh, my God, how I regret it now.

Get some help!

And stop spraying your sickness
on the rest of us,

on the loyal, faithful, decent men

who have only tried to love you as well
and as truly as they possibly could.

[George] The Zetter Hotel in Clerkenwell.

I beg your pardon?

That's the hotel you prefer.

Normally, Mondays and Thursdays.

Easiest for you
because it's the department meetings

and you can slip away.

Your lover pays with a credit card
in her own name.

I assume you split it in cash,
but that's immaterial,

as is her name.

The Junior Suite with city view
is your favorite.

I don't like liars.

- [banging]
- Fucking hell.

Wait, don't move it, don't move it.
Don't fucking move it.

That is the most boring thing
you've ever done.

- [laughing]
- Hands down.

[James] Look at me. Look at me.

- All right, swap you. Give me the arm.
- [Vaughan] Okay.

I wonder if it's possible
you went just a bit heavy on the DZM 5?

I may well have.

Did you see what you needed to see?

I don't know yet.

That was the rock.
Now I watch the ripples.

Leave the rest.

I will.

Just give me two minutes.

[Kathryn sighs]

[Kathryn] Leave it.

I will.

What does it do?

What does what do?

[Kathryn] Severus.

[George] I'm afraid
that's in the black bag.

[Kathryn] Want me to guess?

No.

Dirty tricks? Malware?
Meant to disable a government? Hmm.

Why would you say that?

[Kathryn] Hmm? Oh, Severus Alexander.

You know, the Roman emperor whose...

uh, assassination
led to 50 years of civil war.

If you like.

Oh. You know what I like. Hurry up.

George!

Sorry.

Come here.

If you were in a situation--
If you needed my help--

I do need your help.

Scratch my back.

- It wouldn't matter what it was.
- Please stop talking.

I would do anything for you.

Would you?

Yes.

Anything at all?

Yes.

Would you lie?

Yes. But never to you.

That's sweet.

Would you lie to me?

Only if I had to.

- Would you kill for me, George?
- Yes.

- Would you?
- Yes.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[sighs]

- [clears throat]
- I'm going to bed.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Maybe this weekend...

Some place nice.

Don't stay up too late.

[sighs]

[clears throat]

[sniffs]

The fuck?

[grunts]

[grunting]

[gasps] Phil? Phil?

Phil.

[footsteps approaching]

I thought maybe a movie this week.

Ah, I'm out of the country Wednesday.
Back Thursday.

Maybe tomorrow, then.

Sure.

Is anything playing?

I hear Dark Windows is good.

Dark Windows?

I don't know that one.

Should we see it?

Love to.

Where are you off to on Wednesday?

Black bag.

Right.

George Woodhouse. Forgot my badge.

Can I get a temporary?

Proper badge protocol is essential,
Mr. Woodhouse.

Never happen again.

- Morning.
- [employee] Morning, sir.

[card scanner beeps]

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[employees chattering]

Great party.

Glad you could make it.

Fingers still work.

Look, I know she's crazy
as a fucking loon, but she makes me happy.

My whole life, all I've done is do
for people, Susan, the kids...

I get nothing but hate for it.
Clarissa expects exactly nothing.

Okay.

You've heard about Meacham?

He's dead. Coronary.

- When?
- Last night.

- I just saw him.
- People always say that.

Little young for a heart attack,
don't you think?

Yes.

Do you know what he was working on?

No.

I need to see Kathryn.

She's got Stieglitz in there,
you might want to...

[Stieglitz] Fully express
those needs and desire to you

over the last month and a half,

but have I seen it? Do I--

Sorry to interrupt.

Why would your key be in my bag?

Found it on the closet floor
and thought it was yours.

They all look alike.

My bag's by the desk.

I need my key back by 1 :00.

Two minutes.

You okay?

I just heard about Meacham.

Terrible.

Anything else?

No.

- [scanner beeps]
- Grab yourself something on the way home,

if you don't mind.

I might stop off at the lake.

[scanner beeps]

[door closes]

Zurich.

47.3701 North.

8.5411 East.

Sorry. Running behind.

[Vaughan] Mm-hmm.

Can you go a few minutes late?

If we don't do 45
I can't clear the mandate.

Uh, I make that 2:06.

Fine.

[sighs]

[phone vibrates]

Uh, sleep remains inconsistent.

I take 2.5 to 3 milligrams of lorazepam,

the first at 8:00, the second at 11:00,
and the third in the night.

After the first nightmare.

You're still having them every night?

Yes.

Um... [mumbles]

The herbal sleep aids leave me
groggy so I discontinued,

and zolpidem is, at most,
an every other day option.

More than 0.5 milligrams two days in a row

produces unmotivated rage
the next morning.

And three or more days
in a row... [chuckles]

...things get even uglier.

What?

[chuckles]

I just...

I think that's
an extremely careful report.

How so?

Uh, Lorazepam 3 milligrams or below,

zolpidem below 20 milligrams per month,

and the herbal, what, that's--
that's ashwagandha, right?

- Yes.
- Yeah? Yeah.

I think those amounts and dosages

are just under my reporting requirements...

- Ah.
- ...and you know that.

And you feel it's duplicitous

for me to want to avoid involvement
in psych services reporting chains?

As I said, I-- I think it's careful.

Well, I'm the head of SIGOPS,
of course I'm careful.

Well, that's not the goal in here.

Hmm. The goal is to satisfy the mandate
so I can get back to work.

[Vaughan] Huh.

[paper rustling]

Why on earth are you sleeping
with Ramrod Jimmy Stokes?

- He's beneath you.
- Let's keep this professional.

Professional? You came to my home.

You drank, you ate,
you talked about your sex life.

What in God's name is
professional about that?

Well, maybe it was an observational visit.

[sighs] I've had it up to my eyeballs

being watched by
every single person around me.

Oh, yes. By all means,
write that one down.

Paranoid ideations.
Buy me another mandatory six months.

You know how I always know
when you're arriving?

Because the aroma of hostility
wafts in ahead of you.

Ooh, well, that's the first
interesting thing you've said.

How are things with George?

The other day, Arthur Stieglitz told me

that my devotion to my marriage

is my professional weakness.

That my feelings for George
are a "gaping wound"

through which any idiot can attack me.

And he told me I want too much,

and that I "cannot have it all."

I'm going to have his job.

[chuckles] You watch.

Is he right?

If a situation presents itself,

would you choose your marriage
over everything else?

I value loyalty.

To what?

You were raised Catholic, weren't you?

Hmm? Never mind, you were.

Twelve years
at St. Anthony's in Blackpool?

Yeah, did they tell you
you were a bad little girl?

Oh, is that why you like erotica?
Because it's naughty.

It's against the rules.
Says everything you can't.

Yeah. Ooh, I bet you
go for dirty talk too.

I'll report you completed the session.

You can go.

Why? This is just getting good.

Zoe Vaughan,
nice Catholic girl from the north

just wants to help people,
wants to talk about their problems.

Come on. I mean, why us?

I'm curious about people.

And right now, I'm curious about you.

[sighs]

Zolpidem.

After three days you said,
"Things get even uglier."

- I get moods.
- What kinds of moods?

- Dark.
- Suicidal?

[exhales] No. It's...

panicked.

Over money still?

Despite all evidence to the contrary?

Well, I will not end up
like my mother. [scoffs]

That's the first interesting thing
you've said.

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[fishing reel clicking]

If Severus is deployed as intended,
thousands of innocent people will die.

When are you gonna poly me, George?

[clicking continues]

Shit.

- [birds chirping]
- [vehicle approaching]

Sorry. I know I'm intruding.

A situation's come up that I think falls
outside our usual reporting parameters.

If you prefer, we could use a SCIF.

Go on.

It's awkward.

Preamble noted.

Our financial people
have been working with HMRC,

running a sweep of banks
in tax-haven countries.

They routinely run ID scrapes past us
for non-insignificant balances,

in case one of our persona IDs
is used to open an offshore account.

Never once has been.

This time they got a hit.

What's the fake name?

"Margaret Langford."

DOB and name match
an SIS-generated passport from 2008.

Who registered it?

Scrubbed in '09.

Search old case files
for the name and date of birth.

Also scrubbed.
She's a non-entity post-2009.

Thumbprint?

None required.
It was just before Phase Two.

What bank holds the account?

Asia Trust and Capital.

Obscure choice.
It's what I would have picked.

Facial rec on surveillance cams

outside the bank
the day the account was opened?

That was eight months ago,
and Myanmar is non-coop.

Sometimes if you know who to ask...

If it's Myanmar, how do we
know about the account at all?

Well, somebody got jumpy
and transferred the money out of there

when it looked like
there'd be another coup.

We got a hit on the incoming SWIFT
to the new bank.

Where?

Raffenkalt/Suisse AG.

Zurich.

Zurich?

That mean something?

How much is in the account?

Seven million.

Pounds.

So one of our people
stole a straw man identity

and has been paid
seven million pounds under it?

Yes.

What?

"Margaret Langford" was used
a handful of times by a SIGINT op in 2008

before discontinuance.

Used by whom?

Your wife.

I see.

I see.

As I said, I thought this was outside
our normal reporting parameters.

- Who else knows?
- No one.

Leave it with me, please.

James.

Was the money deposited
in increments or a lump sum?

Lump sum. Someone sold
something extremely valuable.

[Alice's friend on screen]
Alice? Alice, are you here?

[footsteps]

Alice?

- [scream on screen]
- [audience gasps]

Richard? What are you doing?

[Richard] What? I just opened the door.
Where's Monica?

- [Alice's friend] She's gone to get help.
- [both screaming]

[laughing on screen]

Oh, you should have heard yourself.

[Richard] I hate birds. Give me the torch.

[Alice's friend]
I like the torch. Use your phone.

Trout?

Vendace.

Oh.

Been saving it.

Delicious.

Is it a difficult catch?

Next to impossible.

When will you be back?

- Uh, tomorrow. Late. Don't wait up.
- [paper rustling]

I hate the distance.

[scoffs] We're pretty good at it.

It seems grotesque,

what's asked of a person.

[phone alarm rings, vibrates]

Oh, shit.

Bon voyage.

Or gute Reise.

Love you.

[door closes]

["To Love" playing on speakers]

Shit.

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[sighs] What the fuck, George?

[music ends]

Am I in trouble?

Not at all.

So, what's up, man?

I understand you and Freddie
are still together.

Yeah.

Isn't that a bit awkward?

Because I pinned his hand to the table
with a steak knife?

That comes to mind.

He forgave me, I forgave him.

You know?
The hand thing kind of evened us out.

[chuckles] Okay.

Um, George, you come to my apartment
at 11 o'clock at night

asking about my relationship.

I'm not shocked
and I'm not even sure I'm saying no,

but are you actually doing this?

Uh, no.

Then what do you want? [chuckles]

You have MoD imagery oversight
in Building 321

on one of the 64 eyes.

For a minute there
I thought you were human.

[George] I need a brief Keyhole redirect
tomorrow morning,

and it needs to be unlogged
and unrecorded.

I don't even think that's possible.

It is.

There are brief periods
between sat link handovers

where a satellite could be used
for another purpose without detection.

I've done it, in Ratcliffe.

But this one has to be unofficial.

Why would I do something like that?

I would consider myself in your debt.

[Clarissa] What does that get me?

Privacy.

I have personally never found ecstasy use
to be a compromising factor.

But combined
with multiple sexual partners...

- [scoffs]
- ...it would be of issue.

To Freddie.

His infidelity is one thing, but yours...

Freddie's old-fashioned.

You're a bastard.

[George] It's important.

What if I love him?

[George] Then you'll help me.

But does that matter to you?

You know, the human part? Does th--
Do you care about that?

Who am I supposed to be with?

Tell me!

Sorry, it seemed rhetorical.

I mean, I can't date outside.
They don't understand.

And I can't date inside
because we're all fucking liars.

You know, professional ones
with a perfect excuse every time.

"Where were you last week?" "Black bag."

"What did you do on Friday?"
"Black bag." [chuckles]

When you can lie about everything,
when you can deny everything,

how do you tell the truth about anything?

How does that work?

How can that possibly work?

I don't know.

But you do know.

You do know because it works for you.

And you're the perfect fucking couple
and everyone knows it, so tell me.

Tell me how it works.

6:30 a.m. tomorrow.
A few minutes early to be safe.

Is there a secure view site?

There's a look down SCIF off the main 64.

Good.

Thank you for the wine.

You didn't have to come at me
like that, you know.

I would have done it
for you anyway. [chuckles]

[scanner beeps]

Ready for some treason?

That isn't funny.

Sure it is. Where are we looking?

47.3701 North,

8.5411 East.

Okay, there's only one good option there.

Very masculine Milstar satellite,
up at 938 miles.

Ops arc isn't used much,
it's over Liechtenstein. It's that one.

Second row down, third from the right.

About to hand off to a Gaofen-4.

How long will we have?

- Three minutes, 20 seconds.
- Does he miss anything?

The Major?

Never once.

Ready?

- Wait.
- George.

No, George, I'm naked out here.
Are we doing this or not?

Go.

Handoff.

Zurich? What the hell's in Zurich?

Move in.

Closer. Same coordinates.

Closer.

Nice bench. We done?

Wait.

[George] They're late.

You are one naughty husband, George.

You asked how it works.

To be with someone in this business.
This is how.

You each know what you know
and you know what you'll do,

and you never discuss
certain things again.

I watch her, I assume she watches me.

If she's in trouble,
even of her own making,

I will do everything in my power
to extricate her.

No matter what that means.

You understand?

My God, that's so hot. [chuckles]

That's how it works. It's the only way.

Can you get any closer?

Facial rec?

[typing]

Nothing?

Give it a minute.

[Clarissa sighs]

[George] Kulikov.

One minute.

Hang on. Trying something.

It's a lip-reading AI. It's still in beta.

Audio coming.

[AI imitating Kathryn]
The money's in the place.

Do your fucking job and I'll release.

She isn't selling. She's buying.

[AI imitating Kulikov]
It's a complicated situation.

- Fourteen seconds.
- [AI] You need to think about it.

- Get them back.
- Yeah, trying.

[typing]

- Nah, I've got to let them go.
- Get them back!

I've got to let them go!

- Shit.
- [George] What?

- It's not responding.
- [typing]

- Get rid of it.
- I don't know what--

I'm trying. I--

Why the--

Shit!

[Clarissa] Did he see?

I don't know. Did you record?

It's automatic.

Go into the root files and delete.
Keystroke logs too.

Yeah. Well, I hope you got what you want.

If I'm going down, you're coming with me.

[George] I'll keep that in mind.

[scanner beeps]

[James] I don't understand.

[Vaughan] Which part?

All of it.

[Vaughan] James, come on. How old are you?

Come over here.

What?

Come over here.

It's not that kind of visit.

[sighs] What kind of visit is it then?

The kind where I say we're not seeing
each other anymore.

And why not again?

Because I don't want to.

What about the times
we had our little sessions over there?

You wanted to then.

Yeah. And now I don't.

You see, this isn't normal.

The way you're doing this,
just so you know.

And what we did in here,
none of this is normal.

No, it isn't.

You're as sick as your patients.

Possibly.

But there's no law that says that
therapists can't have issues of their own.

- Are you seeing someone else?
- Yes.

[chuckles] Fuck me, you're cold.

Yeah, a bit.

Yeah, you're even cold about
whether or not you're cold.

I'm going to clear your mandate
permanently.

I will tell psych services
to recommend a psychiatrist

for any prescriptive issues
you might have in the future.

I've told you things.

All your thoughts and feelings
are confidential.

Our relationship can just be--

I don't give a shit
about the relationship, I'm over it.

I've got something else on the side too.

I told you operational things.

Are you referring to Severus?

I was drunk as hell.

Anything you told me regarding Severus
is also privileged.

That's great...

because it'd be a real drag
to have to kill you.

I've never appreciated that sort of humor.

Yeah, and I never liked that
about you either.

You know what you could use in here?

A velvet Jesus

with eyes that follow you.

- [phone ringing]
- You'd like that, wouldn't you?

It's duty desk.

Go ahead.

Thanks, Mum.

Yes.

When?

How long?

I'll be right there.

[line disconnects]

I've gotta go.

I left some things at your place.

They're in a pouch at the desk
under your name.

I left it there this morning.

This is the best breakup I've ever had.

Seriously, I enjoyed myself.

Take care, Zoe.

You're a fucking piece of work.

Major called. We've got a breach.

It's me. Don't be a dick. Come on.

Jesus.

[sighs]

You'll want to know about this.

Oh, no. No, no.

[inhales]

All right. Let's get started.

Ms. Childs, would you please?

[Childs] Okay, so this is Vadim Pavlichuk,
the dissident Russian general

under house arrest in Liechtenstein
for the past six months.

Pavlichuk's been known to be working
with a network of exiled militarists

for the overthrow of the Russian regime
due to its mismanagement of the war.

We've had the house on lockdown
for 24 hours since he arrived.

If Pavlichuk made a move,
we wanted to know first.

He has now made a move.

These are the heat signatures in the house
at 6:31 a.m. Central European Time.

Seven unique sigs.
We then lost signal with the house

during a routine sat link handover,
for about--

- Three minutes, 20 seconds.
- [Childs] Thank you.

Three minutes, 20 seconds.

When we regained signal
and ran thermals again, at 6:35,

this is what we see.

There are now only five.

For the last two hours we've been
accounting for all the individual sigs.

We've got all five as they came and went.
None of them are Pavlichuk.

So the son of a bitch is out. Hmm?

[James] How could that happen?

How would he know the exact timing
of a sat link handover?

Well, fucking exactly.

How could he know
unless someone here told him?

We look away, he takes off.

It was an operation.

Very precise. Hmm?

There is a stranger in our house.

[James] Have we picked up Pavlichuk
since he left?

He's good.

He's hunched over in a black van
somewhere, off to male fact.

[Childs] Uh, well, our assumption is
that his right hand,

former-Lieutenant Andrei Kulikov,

is en route to pick him up now.

Their intentions are unclear.

Kulikov had a meeting with
an unknown party in Zurich this morning,

so we're waiting on visuals for that.

[Stieglitz] Mm-hmm. Keep at it.

Should we-- [clears throat]

Should we notify CIA?

Oh, fuck them.

I'm sick of being treated
like an ATM for intel,

and I'm certainly not showing them
our dirty linens.

If there's a traitor in the house,
I want to know who it is before they do.

This stays in the room.

You said the Major was...
[clears throat] ...aware of the redirect?

Yes. I got a signal alert and called him.
He already knew.

Hmm. Have him reassigned.

Somewhere lovely. The Bahamas.

Tell him it's a promotion.
Effective immediately.

He travels tomorrow.

Can I ask, strategically,
why do we care that Pavlichuk is out?

S-6 and below, please clear.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Severus.

We believe Pavlichuk has
been given a physical copy.

That's why we watched him.

If Kulikov manages to get him
back into Moscow with it--

Well... [chuckles] ...Mr. Smalls,
educate our colleagues.

[Freddie] Severus is a Stuxnet polymorph
we developed with NSA.

It has to be physically introduced to
a nuclear reactor to get past an air gap.

But once it's in, it can target
and melt down the reactor core.

It was a Cybercom op.

Why the fuck would we make that?

Theoreticals. Capabilities.
It shouldn't have left the building.

And we realized if we can do it to them,
once the thing is out there--

- [James] Then they can do it to us.
- It was a good idea. Hmm?

A meltdown would cause political havoc.

For an enemy involved in an endless war
in a teetering government?

They'd run dear leader
out of Moscow on a rail.

We'd be rid of the prick once and for all.

We didn't do it...

[chuckles] ...but it was a damn good idea.

[Freddie] It would appear
someone here felt the same way.

Mm-hmm. And redirected the eye

so Pavlichuk could escape with the drive.

He's on his way to Russia now
to initiate a meltdown,

and it'll be our goddamn fault!

Find the leak.

Methods won't be questioned.

This can't be good.

It isn't.

George ordered the redirect.
I helped him do it.

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[Kathryn] Thanks.

Kathryn.

Oh, Jesus, Freddie.

Got a minute?

- Does anyone else know?
- No.

- Can you trust Clarissa?
- Not particularly.

To keep it to herself, I mean.

I think so. She's fond of George.
She's concerned.

Whatever operation he's running,
he's in a very leaky boat.

If Pavlichuk gets back to Russia,
it's on him.

He'd get 35 years.

Is there anything you can do?

How was Zurich?

It was pointless. He had nothing.

I don't know why I was there.

I spent the rest of the day chasing down
Gunther at FIS, but he was useless.

Do you have any idea why
George would be watching you?

- None whatsoever.
- [sighs]

All right, we'll be ready in the morning.

I need a night to think.

Okay.

Just you and me. Yes?

Of course.

I believe I've been set up.

I think I have been, too.

By Freddie, of all people.

Why?

Well, he's playing me.

He thinks I'll take action to protect you.

And he's right.

I will kill for you, George.

You know that.

Freddie stole Severus.

Oh, maybe. Maybe not.

It's not really about that anymore, is it?

Somehow it's...

It's about us.

There's a plan.

And a counter plan.

One is using you to get to me,
the other me to get to you.

Well, what are we going to do about that?

Disrupt.

All of it.

Bait someone into an overreaction.

Will there be another mess to clean up?

Only if we do it right.

[beeping]

Wish you'd called sooner.
I didn't really have any gear.

Hop in.

Fishing's not really my thing.

Patience. All you need.

[birds chirping]

[George] We'll be back in plenty of time.

It's easier to think out here.

[lock beeps, clicks]

I need something.

Geofencing on Andrei Kulikov.
Last known is Zurich.

I want a moving trace on his cell,
and I want it to be unlogged.

I'm not going to prison for you psychos.

Oh, you're too far in to worry
about that now, don't you think?

Fucking made for each other.

I'd like to set up a series
of polygraphs today.

The usual room at Vauxhall.

Who did you have in mind?

Freddie Smalls.

Clarissa Dubose.

Dr. Zoe Vaughan.

Why her?

Freddie saw her twice a week
for the past eight months. Leakage.

You know, I've seen her too.

I know. Put yourself down as well.

Transparency.

Anyone else?

Not for the moment.

So, that Swiss banking issue...

[James] I'd been meaning to
follow up with you.

[George] Of course, one's mind goes to
a possible Severus connection.

[James] That had occurred to me.

Had it?

It would appear to be linked.

Have you shared your suspicions
with anyone else?

Of course not.

But you still feel certain
of the identity of the person

who opened the offshore account?

[James] No.

No, that's the thing, that's why
I've been meaning to follow up with you.

Oh.

"Margaret Langford." The passport name
that Kathryn used in '08.

Turns out there was some sort of glitch.

It's repeatedly recycled by the system,
passed around SIS for a decade.

There's at least a dozen uses.
Forty or fifty border records.

Seems odd you'd miss that.

Yes. Yeah, I'm kicking myself.

It was sloppy. The point is

it could have been anyone.

We're no longer looking at Kathryn.

"We?"

You and me.

- [reel whirs]
- Whoa, whoa. What do I do?

Let him run for a minute.

[customers chattering]

Americano for Emma. Thank you.

Live cell zone lock.
That's the trace log-in. He's moving.

What is this, my birthday?

Can you get it approved quickly?

To keep Severus from getting out?
Speed of light.

I'll owe you.

Really. Why do you care?

It's a private agenda.

That's not really an answer.

One of our people is compromised.
Drone strike resets everything.

Just Kulikov?
Or am I taking anybody else out with him?

It's a gift from fucking heaven,
do you want it or not?

Yes, we want it, I'm just getting my arms
around the global.

He's traveling across Poland
for the next three hours. Don't wait.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[Mozart's "Non Ti Fidar, O Misera"
playing]

[grill hisses]

[sighs]

[server] This is Ikizukuri.

[Stieglitz] Thank you, Jimmy.

[cutlery clinking]

[cutlery clatters]

What do you want? Hmm?

Ikizukuri is illegal in the UK.

If you don't mind, I prefer to eat alone.

You know, I can't see all the corners,
but I can tell the shape,

and this is all yours.

Mmm.

What could you possibly be talking about?

Oh, please.

Your operation stops right now.

Hmm. You're a little late for that.

- Yeah?
- Mmm.

Ask for the CIA drone logs
when you get back.

How many would a meltdown have killed?
10,000? 20,000?

What did you do? Hmm?

Canceled your op.

[music continues]

- [no audible explosion]
- [music continues]

You stupid son of a bitch.

You cannot imagine
the damage you just did. Hmm?

Now, I don't know
who you enlisted to help,

- but George has got his teeth in it now.
- Hmm.

Have you seen him
when his jaws lock on something?

You will rip yourself apart
before he'll let go.

Mmm.

Eat up.

This ends with someone
in the boot of a car.

If we could make this quick.

- Shall we?
- Be my guest.

- Is today Friday?
- Yes.

- Do you reside in the United Kingdom?
- Yes.

Is Frederick Alan Smalls
your true legal name?

Yes.

[George] Did you masturbate this morning?

Oh, good, the embarrassing
personal questions start early.

Yes or no whenever possible, please.

You know,
I've been looking forward to this.

Did you masturbate this morning?

No. I didn't have time.

Are you sitting down?

Yes.

Are the lights on in this room?

[Vaughan] Yes.

[George] Are you now
in the city of Westminster?

No.

Do you enjoy toast?

Very much.

[George] Yes or no.

Yes.

Have you ever physically assaulted
a significant other during an argument?

Oh, you know I have.

[George] Again, yes or no.

Yes. Enthusiastically.

[George] Do you wear contact lenses?

[James] Yes.

- Do you smoke cigarettes?
- No.

Are you seated at the moment?

Yes.

- [George] Is it morning or afternoon?
- Afternoon.

Can we go back to the EPQs?
They're more fun.

Is your mother's name Quiana?

Yes.

When did you first
become aware of Severus?

What's Severus?

[George] Have you ever failed
to support any child of yours?

Uh.

Only emotionally.

[George] Yes or no?

Yes.

Were you resentful
that I passed you over for the CI job?

I'm fucking human.

Yes or no? Were you resentful
that I passed you

- over for the job?
- Yes.

Did you steal Severus
as a means of getting even?

[chuckles] Sever-- No.

When did you
first become aware of Severus?

About two months ago.

[George] How did you become aware?

Professional restrictions prevent me
from answering the question.

How did you become aware?

Same answer.

Did a patient divulge
the information to you?

Same answer.

[George] Outside of war,
have you ever killed another person?

Define war.

Declared or undeclared conflict
between the United Kingdom

and another country or non-state actor.

No.

Outside of war, have you ever been
in a shooting, knifing, or fight

where someone was seriously injured?

Yes.

Have you ever betrayed your country?

No.

[George] What is your relationship
with Dr. Zoe Vaughan?

[Freddie] Patient and social acquaintance.

Would you like to take a break?

I'm good.

[George] Is your middle name Beatrice?

No.

Is your middle name Beatrice?

No.

Please answer the question truthfully.

Is your middle name Beatrice?

Yeah.

Are you tightening
your anal sphincter muscle right now?

Yes.

[George]Have you read Physiological
Stress Response and Polygraph Deception

by Weymouth and Coombs?

Cover to cover.

[George] Yes or no?

Yes.

Will you please release
your sphincter muscle?

Sure thing, George.

Who asked you to plant the movie stub
in the waste basket in my closet?

What?

No one.

[George] How many people
are you personally connected with

who were aware of Severus?

That question is
inappropriately operational.

How many people are you personally
connect--

George, you're CI,
you know I can't answer that.

Did you steal Severus?

No.

Did you steal Severus for money?

No.

Did you steal Severus for ideology?

What ideology?

Did you steal Severus
because of your ideology?

The question assumes I stole Severus.

True or false, there is no God.

False.

How many sexual partners have
you had in the last three months?

Two.

[George] True or false.

The greater good outweighs
immediate legal or ethical limits.

Impossible to answer without specifics.

Do you think you're smarter
than most people?

Georgie, I know I am.

Yes or no?

Yes.

Would you like to come for dinner
at our home tomorrow evening?

Huh?

I need your help individually
to figure something out. Can you come?

Um. [chuckles]

Yeah, sure.

Well, I had so much fun last time.

Yes or no?

Is this an order?

[George] We'll expect you at 8:00.

Wait. What the fuck
did we just learn here?

See you tomorrow.

You okay?

Just nerves.

[sighs] Only one thing left to learn.

Will it go there?

That's what scares me.

It should.

[sighs]

I haven't had this much fun in years.

- What's with the command performance?
- Come in.

- Work or social?
- Yes.

I thought it was just me.

We all did.

So where is this fucking dinner?

I didn't cook.

- We have a game.
- Ah, shit. Really?

I don't think I'm willing
to submit to this.

And here's how it works:

we go around the table, and George will
ask each one of you a question.

And if you get it wrong, you lose.

This is inappropriate.

And the loser doesn't get up
from the table.

- For fuck's sake.
- Are you out of your mind?

The two of you, I swear to God.

- I'm leaving.
- Sit down.

"You are cordially invited to
an evening of fun and games

with George and Kathryn."

That's a new rug.

[Kathryn] Anyone who'd prefer
to answer the questions

in front of an OSRAC committee
is free to go.

Why is there a new rug?

You're disturbed. All of you.
Do you realize that? You're sick.

I mean, you just fuck each other literally
and back and forth, and back and forth.

Is there one normal person
in that entire fucking building?

Fine.

I've got nothing to hide.

Then we'll start with you.

When did you first sleep with Freddie?

Oh, that's just gross.

Sick.

My apologies, that was ungentlemanly.
But necessary.

[George] Dr. Vaughan is the woman
Freddie's been meeting

at the Zetter Hotel in Clerkenwell.

[Freddie] You motherfucker.

- [Vaughan] Seven or eight weeks ago.
- [George] Thank you.

[James] ls that a joke?

With him?

Why?

[George] Manipulation. She thought
she'd need something from him. Eventually.

Come on. Don't be a prick.
Isn't it just possible--

No, it isn't.

He's right.

After the redirect was discovered,
you alerted Dr. Vaughan, didn't you?

Yes, that's right.

You'll want to know about this.

I need you to do something.

I am putty in your hands. What is it?

[Kathryn] So you told me
about the redirect,

knowing that I would take action
to cover for George.

He's traveling across Poland
for the next three hours. Don't wait.

Yes.

[George] Clarissa.

What the fuck do you want?

Only to congratulate you.

You're the best manipulator
of the polygraph I've ever seen.

I didn't lie.

I know. You didn't need to.
You had nothing to do with any of it.

Was it your idea to plant the movie ticket
so I'd find it, or someone else's?

What movie ticket?

Did catch my eye. Not so hard to do,
given my profession.

The hell are you talking about, George?

Was Stieglitz the one who came to you
with the idea of stealing Severus?

[George] That would make the most sense.

To destabilize Moscow,

to implicate Kathryn
who threatened Stieglitz,

and to move me out of your way.

Three birds, one stone.

[George] Somehow you removed
the Severus malware from the building.

But you got excited about your plan.

You drank too much
and told Dr. Vaughan about it.

What you didn't know is
how profound her religious beliefs are.

[James] You're turning on me to cover up
your own treasonous actions.

[George] The kind of beliefs
that would not permit her

to allow the deaths of tens
of thousands in a meltdown.

[James] This is a fantasy.
This is all one of his fucking fantasies.

It's why I had a hard time at first.

It wasn't one plan, you see, it was two.

Separate, but interlocking.

Working for and against each other.

You manipulated me
so Pavlichuk could escape.

And you and Freddie
did the same with Kathryn

so she would have him killed
to bail me out.

Causa et effect us.

Isn't that right?

You two make it almost easy.

The only thing you give a shit
about is each other.

For the record, I knew.
I did it anyway because it needed doing.

And you had me lured to Zurich.

I thought I was buying back Severus

but you made it look like I was selling.

[George] You opened the account
in Myanmar yourself. Didn't you?

This is all conjecture.

[George] Turns out Myanmar does cooperate.

You just have to know who to ask.

Razman still owes me.

Severus was a good plan.

I'd do it again, 10 times out of 10.

It was a decent frame, and it
would have ended the fucking war!

It was right, it was brave
and it was noble.

Which one was the reason
you killed Meacham?

Because it was right
or because it was noble?

Because it was necessary.

I never told you all the name of the game.

What's the game, Kathryn?

"See Who Picks Up the Gun."

For fuck's sake.

[James] Come on, George.

What, you take me out in handcuffs?
You say your bit, I say mine, then what?

You still go down.

Maybe she doesn't, but you will.

You've got nothing. Nothing hard.

You've got suspicions, hearsay,
and pillow talk.

And, you know, your recorded confession.

[George] Shall we discuss
the terms of your surrender?

[James] You're bluffing.

You should have killed me
on the boat, George.

Now, I don't mind what you two did.
You saved lives.

But don't ever fuck with
my marriage again.

Okay.

[George] Freddie. Table.

[Freddie] Darling, we need the rug.

[automated announcement]
Ninth floor. Doors opening.

Lift going down. Doors closing.

Terrible about Stokes.

So strange.

Hmm. Disappearing like that.

It's a very dangerous line of work.

I'll say.

Given all you've accomplished,

maybe it's time to consider
stepping away, Arthur.

Feet first.

Second floor. Doors opening.

Any way you like.

Lift going down.

[George] He's completely rattled.

Fantastic.

He won't be able to sleep
for a whole month.

He wasn't rattled.
He took credit for the whole thing.

The CIA is lap dancing all over him.

It's a fiction.

He won't be able to keep it up forever.

And Stieglitz bores me.

- Let's-- Let's talk about you.
- [chuckles]

Why didn't you just ask me
about the movie ticket?

Hmm? See if I was lying?

Faith.

You'd never be that sloppy.

A movie stub? Please.

Well, exactly.

It's almost insulting.

I knew you'd never lie to me.

Only if I had to.

Obviously.

One thing.

The, uh, seven million pounds
Stokes put into the Swiss bank account?

Still there.

Oh. Is it?