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1 ♪ They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold ♪

♪ But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old ♪

♪ When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve ♪

♪ You promised me... ♪

...suspicious at this time.

♪ You were handsome You were pretty, queen of New York City... ♪

There you are, my love.

Thank you!

♪ The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing "Galway Bay" ♪

♪ And the bells were ringing out For Christmas Day ♪

Yeah!

- Woo-hoo! - Sorry.

Merry Christmas!

Ho ho!

Merry Christmas!

Ho ho ho ho ho!

Hello, sir! Ho ho ho ho ho!

- Maggie? - Missed a call from her.

I was in the bathroom. When I got back, she'd rung me.

I've tried to call. She's not answering.

I think I'm being followed.

- By who? - I don't know.

Uh, well, are you... are you sure?

Hang on. Phillip's calling.

- I've got you on with Jason. - You get hold of her?

- I missed a call from her. - Phillip, did you talk to anyone?

- No, I didn't. - I need to know if you spoke to anyone.

Well, in fact, who I did or didn't speak to...

...has got nothing to do with you, so...

Wait, it's her. She's ringing me now. I'm gonna hang up and answer.

- Hold on. - Wait, Maggie. Wait. Make sure you...

- Maggie? - She rung off.

Okay, Phillip, listen to me.

I need to know if you spoke to anyone, because I think I'm being followed.

Wha... Wh-wh-what do you mean, "followed"?

What... What do you think I fucking mean?

Um, well, wh-where are you now? Can you see them now? Are... are you safe?

I, um...

It's... it's Maggie.

Well, put her on.

Maggie? Did you speak to her? Is... is she okay? Where is she?

Um, Maggie?

Maggie? Maggie?

Maggie, did you... did you speak to her?

Mag...

Phillip?

Maggie? Guys?

Guys, are you there?

The person you are calling is unable to take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hi. It's, uh... me.

I know I shouldn't do this, but, um...

Well, I, uh...

I, uh... I think I might be

in trouble.

And you're the only person I wanted to call. Uh...

I wanted to tell you

that I, uh...

Yes?

Okay. I understand.

- Morning. - Morning.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪

- Kids! Teeth, face, and hands, please. - Last one there's a rotten egg!

Oli?

- Oli! - What?

Your inhaler's by the door.

♪...having fun... ♪

I don't know. Whatever you think a Saudi prince wants.

An intercontinental ballistic missile?

Man United maybe? Then he'd have the set, wouldn't he?

Yeah, I have to go. All right. Yeah, just try and keep him happy.

- Everything okay? - Just the Saudis being Saudis. Seen this?

Any headline that starts with the words "China demands"

{n8}is not gonna improve my day.

{n8}I mean, what do they want?

{n8}Their ambassador died of an overdose for Christ's sake.

More smack in him than a nun with a ruler, and yet...

- What happened to his daughter? - Oh, probably in hiding.

Trying to avoid having to go back to the motherland, you know?

Is there anything that you can do about it in the next 20 minutes?

- Probably not. - Right. Then drink that and get ready.

I have left a shirt out for you on the bed.

- You're an angel. - I know.

Okay, let's get going.

Oh, wait. Did you open your advent calendars?

- Yes. - You did.

What did you get?

- Shepherd! - Star.

Fantastic! Okay, right. Let's get going. Into the cab.

The button on the side makes the take-off sound...

...like a big explosion! Boom.

Kids, can we sh?

Every time he mentions the word "Taiwan"...

Okay. Okay, guys.

You're gonna have to write this down or Father Christmas is going to forget.

Don't talk to me about the bloody Chinese ambassador.

Chen was enough trouble when he was alive. Now it's even worse, isn't it?

Uh...

Hello, everyone. Hello. Really quickly, I promise.

Um...

Oh, it is so lovely to see you all here.

Uh, this has just become one of our favorite traditions,

where we, uh... we get to gather some of our best people,

um, and raise money for some brilliant charities.

And I just wanted to say that this year has been tough for so many of us,

and I know that, for me,

when the world seems so uncertain, um, I look for the light.

And more often than not, I find it in places like this.

So thank you for being my light in the dark.

And thank you, Wallace, for shining brighter than ever.

Oh, disgusting! I'm so sorry. I've had a drink, and it's Christmas.

Um, but here is to all of you. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

- Was that all right? - Beautiful.

- Very nice. - Could you...

- Got stuck with a spoon. - Give me that.

- Oh, hello! Thank you for coming! - Oh, are you joking?

- Stephen. - The highlight of our festive calendar.

- Lovely speech, Hels. - Did you know she was a sentimentalist?

I am not. I'm a cold-hearted cynic. Don't let anyone tell you any different.

A cynic wouldn't have this much tinsel at her party.

Anyway, sorry. I hate to be a flight risk.

I've got about five minutes of schmoozing, then I need to get back to the office.

This Chinese ambassador situation needs my attention. Em's staying though.

Mm. Don't worry. I'm gonna position myself by the door the prosecco comes out of.

We'll, uh... we'll catch up soon.

Happy Christmas.

You did invite them to Boxing Day drinks, didn't you?

- Yeah, of course. - Excuse me, Defence Secretary.

Wallace, please.

I just wanted to say thank you for the party.

Thank my wife. She's the one who organized it.

Mrs. Webb. Well, it's a great event.

Really puts the chancellor's Christmas parties to shame.

- Happy Christmas. - Happy Christmas.

- Do you know her? - No.

No, me neither. Prehistoric spad, probably.

Oh, listen. Uh, we need to get a photo in front of the tree for your newsletter.

- Okay. - Um...

While I'm in the loo, negotiate with our children

to put down the mini pizzas and come out from underneath the canapé table?

I'll do my best.

What are you doing here? You cannot just turn up...

This morning at 12:30 a.m.,

a man named Jason Davies was killed on the South Bank.

Do you know him?

I...

Uh, yes. He's a, um...

He's a civil servant.

Ministry of, uh... of Justice. I think I met him, um...

I met him once at a...

- A drinks reception. - Helen.

You should know that I've had eyes on you recently.

So I know you had lunch with him yesterday.

I know you were in a hotel with him last week

between the hours of 6:30 and 8:00 p.m.

I know that you met on 20th November.

I know... Well, I don't know exactly when the affair started,

but I assume that's what it is, was.

An affair?

Yes.

How long?

- Three months. - Why?

- What? - Why?

Did you need a contact in the Justice Department?

Were you trying to work an angle?

I wasn't working an angle. It was real. It wasn't a job. It was...

It was what?

Love.

Oh Christ.

Could there be any mistake?

Also killed last night were Maggie Jones and Phillip Bray.

Phillip was a tabloid reporter.

Maggie worked as an assistant in a jewelry shop.

Their deaths haven't been officially connected yet,

but all three of them met yesterday morning

just before Jason had lunch with you,

and now all three of them are dead.

- Did he suffer? - What?

Did he suffer?

Are you listening to me, Helen?

Three people met yesterday, and now they're dead.

You met Jason straight after that meeting. You met him, and he gave you something.

Did he suffer?

Dead in less than a minute.

What was in the bag?

Was I the reason he was murdered? Was I the target?

- We don't know. - Who killed him?

We don't know.

- Was it you? - No.

Was it you?

No. What was in the bag?

- A Christmas present. - What Christmas present?

- Don't know. Haven't opened it yet. - Why not?

Well, because it's not fucking Christmas Day yet, is it?

Did he tell you anything, any information that might have got him killed?

- No. - Did he know about who you are?

Could he have approached with the intent to find out about your true identity?

- No. - The identity of the Black Doves?

- No. - Can you be sure of that?

He did not approach me. I approached him.

- What trail is there from him to you? - None. We were careful.

- I was careful. - You weren't careful.

You were reckless and stupid.

This was not a job. It was two people. It was...

It was love?

Yes.

What is clear is that your relationship with him

has now put you in danger by association.

You might have compromised yourself,

and in doing so, endangered this entire organization.

Do you understand how serious this all is, Helen?

If you pull me out, I'm taking the children.

I am taking the children,

and if you try and stop me, I will kill you myself.

I will bleed you right fucking now.

We're not pulling you out. You're our line into Downing Street.

Count yourself lucky you're the only one we've got right now, or you would be out.

Are my family in danger?

Don't worry. We're sorting something. For now, do nothing.

Arouse no suspicion. Stick to protocol.

At least I don't have to worry about your extramarital affairs anymore.

You've caused an awful lot of trouble,

and a lot of people are very disappointed with you.

Mrs. Webb.

- Darling. - Hey. You all right?

The children are still under the table. They're a bit, um, stronger than me.

You all right?

Yeah. Um...

It is our party...

- Mm-hmm. - ...so we have to dance.

- No, let's not do that. - Yes, yes, we do.

And a twizzle.

- Thank you. - Okay.

Okay. Okay?

Very good. Well done. Well done.

Every year. Every year.

I'm sorry, but I... I recognize you, don't I?

No, don't... don't tell me where.

No, I do. Okay, it was...

...Portcullis House.

- The International Unity... something. - Foundation.

Yeah, the, uh, commencement reception.

You bumped into me and spilled my drink.

Ooh, yeah.

- You remember that, huh? - Yes, I do. I really needed that drink.

No doubt.

I'm Helen.

Jason.

- ♪ Bom-bom-bom-bom ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

- ♪ Bom-bom-bom-bom ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

- ♪ Bom-bom-bom-bom ♪ - ♪ Try to imagine ♪

♪ A house that's not a home ♪

♪ Bom-bom-bom-bom ♪

♪ Try to imagine ♪

♪ A Christmas all alone ♪

♪ That's where I'll be since you left me ♪

♪ My tears could melt the snow ♪

♪ What can I do without you? ♪

♪ I've got no place ♪

♪ No place to go ♪

♪ It'll be lonely this Christmas ♪

♪ Lonely and cold ♪

♪ It'll be cold, so cold ♪

♪ Without you to hold ♪

♪ This Christmas ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Merry Christmas, darling Wherever you are ♪

You kept my car.

Well, you weren't using it.

Thank you for coming back. I know you wouldn't have wanted to.

If it was anyone else but her...

Well, that's why you're the one I asked. You got the crib notes?

Yes.

You didn't wanna step in?

When you thought she was...

What? Starting an affair?

I'd only recently begun to suspect something.

She's good, covered her tracks, just not quite well enough.

- She got sloppy. - Yes. Well, it happens.

And she's too deep to pull out?

Too deep.

You should see her. The husband, the house, the twins.

She's been feeding us government secrets for ten years.

I don't need to tell you how lucrative that's been for us.

Mm. That's why you call them assets, I suppose.

If her husband finds out that she's, A, a spy, B, an adulteress,

or, C, God for-fucking-bid, both,

then we're screwed, and she's out, and I don't even know what happens then.

I want you to find out if there's someone after her.

If there is, I want you to remove them as a threat.

- You want me to hunt assassins for you. - Well, you've hunted everyone else.

It's delicate, this situation, Sam. She's delicate.

So I need someone I can trust.

And, more importantly, I need someone she can trust.

And I do believe you owe her.

Right then. Good.

This man she, uh, had an affair with, did she say why she got involved?

Yes.

She said it was love.

Well,

to love, then.

Well, it's a complicated picture that's emerging.

As we know, the incident happened over multiple locations.

Two domestic homes,

and, of course, the third victim,

who has been named as Jason Davies, died...

Hels, I have to go in, darling.

What? Now? What happened?

We just found out the Chinese are rejecting the coroner's report

and are calling foul play over the ambassador's death.

What does that mean?

It means Mr. Shit and Mrs. Fan have just been formally introduced,

is what it means.

Luckily, the press don't have it yet.

But we're having an emergency debrief with the PM.

I might have to crash at the office tonight. Sorry.

They think these murders were all connected.

One of them was a civil servant.

Did you know him?

No. Didn't know any of them.

Jesus Christ, this city. What is going on?

We should buy a gun.

Double lock the doors tonight.

- I love you. - I love you.

What would connect these three civilians

in a coordinated attack?

Well, we just can't say at this point.

We expect police to release further information tomorrow,

as it's thought Police Commissioner Stephen Yarrick

will hold a further press briefing.

Okay, I need... I need another drink. You guys go ahead, okay?

- Whoa! Hello. Hi. - Hi.

- Can I get a... another vodka soda, please? - Coming right up.

What are you celebrating?

I'm not.

You're drinking champagne.

If I only drunk champagne when I was celebrating,

I'd hardly ever get to drink it.

Well, that's fucking sad. Thanks.

- Come on! - I'm coming! Give me a break.

So... are you staying at the hotel, or are you here for the party?

- I'm staying here. - All right.

And where's home for you?

- Listen. - Usu...

What's your name?

Daniel.

- Daniel. - Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna finish this drink and go upstairs to my room.

If you take that hat off... you can come with me.

Uh, excuse me. I'm so sorry for calling so late.

It's just that the, um... the man who rented your upstairs flat...

Oh, I know, love.

I had the police round earlier. I've had the news on all day.

I couldn't believe it. He was such a lovely man.

Yeah.

Are you...?

I'm...

I'm his partner.

God. I'm so sorry.

Uh, thank you.

Hadn't put his stamp on it, but...

...I suppose he hadn't been here long.

The police came and... and took a few of his things.

But, well, if you see something of yours,

well, be my guest.

Hi. Uh, it's me. Uh...

I know I shouldn't do this, but, um...

I...

I think I might be

in trouble.

And you're the only person I wanted to call.

Uh...

I... I... I wanted to tell you that I, um...

Police. Can you open the door, please?

Oh fuck!

Oh, don't.

- No! - I've gotta check that.

Don't, don't, don't.

- I've gotta... just... - No.

Good evening, madam. I'm Officer Williams. This is Officer Kent. Do you live here?

I own it. I'm the landlady.

We're sorry to bother you so late,

but we're looking for some personal items belonging to Jason

to help us with our investigation,

like, um... phone, laptop, recording device, that sort of thing?

Well, I mean, y-you can have a look,

but your colleagues took everything earlier, so...

Right.

Odd question.

Has he had any guests recently?

A young woman?

Well, his girlfriend's here now. You can talk to her.

- She's here? - Upstairs.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

- Mummy? - Mummy's right here, darling.

- Back to bed. I'll be there in a minute. - Where are you?

Go back to bed, okay?

- But where are you? - Jacqueline, go back to bed right now!

I will be there in a minute. I love you.

Ah.

Sam.

Hello, darling.

The fucking shotgun?

Yes, it's all I had on me.

I can't believe you're here.

I am.

But now we need to go.

Uh, two seconds.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I thought if I ever saw you again, it would be to retire me.

You know I'd never take that job.

Unless the money was really good.

- When did you get back? - This evening.

And who ca...

Reed. Reed called me.

What did she say?

The only thing she needed to.

That you're in trouble.

Who were those two anyway?

Kent and Williams.

Well, just Williams now.

Do you think they were the ones who killed Jason?

I doubt it.

Jason was killed by a long-range weapon.

They're bullet-to-the-back-of-the-head, cut-your-throat type girls.

You had twins?

Yeah. They're really wonderful. You'll have to meet them.

And the husband?

Oh, you know, he's still Wallace.

I actually think you'd quite like him.

I mean, apart from the fact you have absolutely nothing in common.

I don't know what you'd talk about.

Must be your ten-year wedding anniversary soon?

Yeah.

I just...

I kept meaning to leave, you know, put an end to it,

but... then I had the kids, and it was just...

It was never the right time.

You know, then Wallace gets his first Cabinet position.

They put my rates up.

They're doing well in the polls, snap election.

Suddenly, I'm married to the defence secretary.

Everyone knows...

everyone knows

in the next reshuffle, he's going to get something bigger, and then...

Number 10.

- PM's wife. - Mm.

Helen Webb,

the spy at the heart of government.

They told me you fell in love.

Yes.

That was silly.

Wasn't it just?

With a civilian shot by a sniper on the South Bank,

with a hard drive hidden in his wall.

Must have got himself involved in something.

Did you miss it?

What?

Home.

I don't know.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Hey, I'm sorry about Jason.

And I'm sorry that I...

Well, that I, um,

left you here.

Sam, will you promise me something?

Will you promise me that you will keep my family safe

and you will keep me alive,

so that I can find out who killed him and why,

and I can take my revenge

any way I see fit?

Darling,

I will certainly endeavor to try.

I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

You cannot save my number under my name,

and you have to delete our messages every day.

{n8}- You're paranoid. - I'm being careful.

Okay, so what should I save your number as then?

Hello, gorgeous.

Long fucking time.

Hello, Bingo.

You, uh, here to browse?

I didn't expect to see you around here again.

I'd heard you'd gone all international.

Well, you know... no place like home.

Things have changed here while you've been away.

How so?

Well, they've got much fucking worse, ain't they?

I mean, there's all new agencies in,

all the old networks are either trying to kill each other

or buy each other out, and they're all fucking kids!

Twenty-two-year-olds running about with Uzis all over the place.

I mean, it ain't like in your day.

At least you used to kill people with a touch of class.

Mm. And class costs extra.

Well, ain't that the truth?

I suppose the question is... how much damage are you looking to do?

Potentially quite a lot.

Help yourself, kid.

Sam?

Sam!

Sam!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Hi, Arnie.

I was just... I was walking along. I looked over.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a very handsome man in a nice coat,

and I think, "Well, hello, sir."

And then I fucking look closer, and it's you. What are you doing here?

- When did you get in? - Yesterday. I got in yesterday.

Without fucking telling me?

- I didn't know, you know... I... - What?

- I didn't know if you'd... - Oh, you shut the fuck up right now.

Of course I wanna see you, and so will Zack.

This is... this is huge.

I was just... I was thinking about you the other day.

I was just... Okay, you're coming round for dinner.

How long are you in town? Actually, it doesn't matter.

You're coming round anyway, tonight.

Tonight, Samuel.

Yeah.

Yes? I have plans. I will cancel them.

- Don't make me if you're not gonna come. - I'll come.

Okay. Um, this is a binding contract.

- So put your number in there. - Okay.

You, uh... you learn the guitar?

Something like that.

- Does Michael know you're here? - No, and don't tell him. I mean it, Arnie.

I shan't say a word.

Fuck.

- It's... it's good to see you. - Aw.

Actually, it's... it's weird to see you.

But I... I missed you.

You didn't... you didn't call.

- You never called. - I'm sorry.

So what have you even been doing? Are you still in insurance?

Yeah, you know how insurance is.

Yeah.

Well, what's seven years between friends?

I will see you later.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, it's me.

Okay, so Jason was calling an unsaved number

five times the day he died.

That's suspicious, don't you think?

Doesn't Reed want you to leave this to me?

Yeah, but, no offense, you kill people for a living,

and I'm an actual spy.

You need my nous.

Your what?

My nous? My guile, my craft.

Right.

Something else. Phillip, the journalist.

He messaged Jason about someone called Sy.

Sy?

S-Y, yeah, so maybe that's who the number's connected to.

Yeah. Worth a look.

Right, well, I'm going to get Reed to run the number.

Well, have her send it to me.

Okay, Sam, I want to be a part of this.

I know you do. That's what's worrying everyone.

What are you doing later?

- I'm going for dinner. - You're going to dinner?

Yeah! Still allowed to eat, aren't I?

Hm.

Hello?

- Who are you seeing? - Some old friends.

That doesn't sound like you're trying to find who killed Jason.

Well, maybe we'll be in luck and it will be one of these guys.

- Are your friends assassins? - No, they're architects.

- You're not going to see him, are you? - No.

- I'm not gonna see Michael. - Because that would be a bad idea.

I know how you hate them.

How are you holding up?

I'm hanging in there.

Listen.

You will call me if you hear anything?

Sam?

I will keep you informed.

George.

Sam.

How are you?

Great.

Got something for me?

Um, yeah, it's a bullet casing. Need to run it for prints and DNA.

Oh, we don't take cash anymore.

- You know I've been away for a while? - Uh-huh.

- Now I'm back. - Hm.

Interested in trying our new foundation range, madam?

I'll just go fuck myself then.

Need this done quick?

- Very. - It's extra.

Seven years, you know?

Is that right?

- Long time. - Mm-hmm.

Well... lovely to see you again.

Uh-huh.

Welcome.

- Come in. - I brought a bottle.

Well, I mean, it would have been rude if you hadn't.

- Hello, stranger. - Hello, you.

- Fucking hell. You got more handsome. - So did you.

I did, didn't I? Well done, us. Come here.

Uh, what are you drinking? White, red, sparkling?

- Sparkling if you've got it. Cheers. - I'm on red, so don't pour me any.

Something smells delicious. What are you making?

Oh, you know, just my famous coq au vin.

That's French for Vinnie's cock. You met him at a sauna, didn't you, love?

- Gave him a wonderful chicken recipe. - Can we not do the vaudeville act tonight?

Sam might piss off again for another seven years.

No, I can't wait to tuck into your delicious coq.

Fucking hell. Forgot you were bad as him.

- This place is lovely. - Thank you. We moved in after our wedding.

We would have invited you, but, you know, you were a ghost.

Don't feel bad about it. I'll invite you to my next one.

He'll be the fucking groom, the way you two are going.

As we walked through the station, I remember thinking,

"This is the last time with Alec."

"I shall see all this again, but without Alec."

I tried not to think of it.

Not to let it spoil our last moments together.

The Chinese are saying they reject the coroner's report

into the ambassador's death.

It could get bad. I can tell Wallace is worried.

There's bits in there about the talks with the Saudis. They're heating up.

But that's about it.

I checked in with Sam.

He said when he got to you last night,

you were in the middle of a knife fight with two assassins,

one of whom he was compelled to cranially readjust with a shotgun.

"Do nothing. Arouse no suspicion."

I believe those are the words I said.

They were looking for something.

Sh!

Whatever they're doing, let Sam deal with it.

That's why I brought him here.

There is a phone number. Jason was calling it the day he died.

You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. You can tell Sam.

But please run it and see who it belongs to.

I've written it on the front page.

No more knife fights.

Wouldn't dream of it.

I want to die.

If only I could die.

Oh, come on!

- No. - Come on!

No, no, no. No, we don't.

Poor Eric. I mean...

- No, no, no. Certainly no. - Not "poor Eric."

Stop, stop, stop. So, no, I don't wanna talk about this.

You need to tell us exactly where you've been,

why you haven't called, and what you're doing now.

Start with the small stuff, huh?

We can do the small stuff later on. I wanna know what's going on.

I wanna know why you left.

I just had to get out.

I just had to go... you know?

Things had started to fall apart.

I went to France.

Someplace in the mountains, someplace quiet.

And... I thought maybe I'd stay there.

Maybe forever.

And what happened?

It was just time to move on.

Hm.

I know you don't wanna, um... wanna talk about him,

but Michael never did tell us what happened between you two.

He never said anything?

Just that you... you had to leave suddenly.

That you had, um... problems, like a...

like a breakdown or something.

He never told you anything more than that?

No.

The closest we ever got to an explanation was that you're just...

He thought you guys were too different.

Right.

And that maybe you, um... you weren't quite who he thought you were.

- Has he... Is, um... - Yeah.

Is he... settled?

Yeah, he's got a daughter.

He and his partner used a surrogate.

Babe.

No, it's okay. I'm just, uh...

You asked the question.

I haven't thought about him in a very long time.

Mm.

Michael is single.

What?

He was married and they separated. He's single now.

- You fucking serious? - No.

Because, okay, listen, some things should be left in the past,

and some things should be pulled forward into the present.

Do your line.

- Don't tell him I'm back. - I won't.

You already did, didn't you?

No. Yes.

Fuck. Sorry, but he'll want to know.

I mean, what if you just bump into him in the street?

- It's London. I'm not gonna bump into him. - I bumped into you.

What are the chances of that happening twice?

Oh, with you two? Huge.

Some people are... magnets.

They just zoom, zoom, zoom towards each other.

You can't do anything about it. Trust me.

It's better if he knows.

What did he say when you told him?

Well, I texted him, and... he didn't reply for an hour.

And then he just wrote back, "Is he okay?"

He said that? "Is he okay?"

- Uh-huh. - And what did you say?

I said, "Who fucking knows?" Because, frankly, who fucking does?

Well, okay. I'm not gonna call him though.

No. No, no, no. That wouldn't be proper at all.

Fuck you.

Love, I have to go.

{n8}In the last few minutes,

{n8}Chinese authorities have issued an official statement

{n8}rejecting the UK Coroner's Office's report on the death of Ambassador Jun Chen.

- Who's this for? - Hello.

I've got him.

Jason's shooter.

I've got a fingerprint match from a bullet casing. Positive ID.

Does that mean that you have a...?

Registered address? Yes, it does.

Is it close?

London.

I'm coming with you.

Beijing's unprecedented independent investigation

calls foul play on Chen's death without going into further detail.

The statement goes on to suggest

that the Metropolitan Police's ruling

that Chen died of a suspected drug overdose

in the early hours of Tuesday morning

failed to acknowledge vital evidence.

Beijing's investigators are also conducting a search

for Chen's daughter, Kai-Ming Chen, whose whereabouts remain unknown.

- Fuck. - Does the statement give any...

- Fuck! - There's more.

Reed has traced the number that Jason was calling.

It's registered to a woman called Kai-Ming Chen.

Before he was murdered, your boyfriend

was calling the daughter of the Chinese ambassador.

Helen, I think this is much bigger than we thought it was.

Sam... I want to come with you. I want to do this together.

So do I.

That's why I'm waiting outside your house right now.

- Know who I'm doing this for? - Who?

- It's a secret. - Ooh. What are you doing?

Give me two minutes.

♪ I was five and he was six ♪

♪ We rode on horses made of sticks ♪

♪ He wore black and I wore white ♪

♪ He would always win the fight ♪

♪ Bang, bang ♪

♪ Bang, bang ♪

♪ Bang, bang ♪

♪ Bang, bang ♪

♪ My baby shot me down ♪

♪ Bang, bang ♪

♪ Bang, bang ♪

♪ Bang, bang ♪

♪ My, my, my baby shot me down ♪