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1 You can still back out.

No.

I can't.

Every job in the world has a code.

You sure this is what you want, Sam?

You've got a warm heart and blood on your hands,

and that's not a good combination.

♪ Come, they told me ♪

♪ Our newborn King to see ♪

♪ Our finest gifts we bring ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum... ♪

- ♪ To lay before the King... ♪ - Hey-hey!

All right, guys? We're closed tonight. No entry.

- Oh, what? - Not tonight.

- It's Christmas! - I said we're closed...

Come on.

♪...to honor Him ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum... ♪

Stop! Where the...

Fucking hell. Did you see that?

- We saw. - Fucking stunning!

Shall we hurry this along?

We've got each other's backs in there?

Don't worry. I wouldn't knock you off before you paid us. Not an idiot.

♪ I have no gifts... ♪

Ten seconds.

All right, ladies, hold onto your fannies. It's go bang time.

♪ That's fit to give a King... ♪

Fuck! What was that?

♪ Rum-pa-pum-pum ♪

- How many of these dickheads are there? - I thought there'd be about ten.

No, there's more than ten.

What the fuck?

Fuck.

♪ Me and my drum ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum ♪

Hey. There's nothing sadder than an old hit man.

But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let you die tonight, you fucker.

Come on.

Hey, hey!

Gonna find Hector.

Pah!

You came back.

Yeah.

To kill me?

Ain't the same as when you left.

The city's about to tear itself apart.

I'm looking for the girl.

A lot of people are looking for that girl.

A lot of people are dying too.

Who else is after her?

You don't even know what you're dealing with, do you?

I think if you wanted to kill me, you'd have done it already.

You shouldn't have come back.

This is Stephen Yarrick. Please leave a message after the tone.

Stephen, me again. Could you call me back, please, as soon as you can?

Oh, so I meant to ask, um,

did you hear anything about security for the house?

Yes.

Uh...

- Leave that with me. That's in hand. - Okay.

Okay, see you at home.

- Evening, John. - Sir.

He'll be with you shortly.

Thank you.

Prime Minister.

Wallace, this is Jim Perryman, Secret Service.

- They wanted someone to sit in on this. - Defence Secretary. All right?

So the Chinese think the CIA killed their ambassador.

And that high-ranking members of the Metropolitan Police covered it up.

Uh, who did you talk to?

Uh, two men in a kitchen... at the Work and Pensions' Christmas party.

They said they were part of an envoy and Beijing's investigator.

- Now, have you spoken to Yarrick? - No. He's not answering his phone.

Right.

- Mitch Porter is here. - Yes, yes. Send him through.

I called the CIA station chief.

I'm sure he'll provide clarity and transparency.

- Gentlemen. - Mitch, thanks for coming.

What can I do for you, Mr. Prime Minister?

Wallace was talking to our mutual friends, the Chinese, this evening,

and some spurious gossip concerning your organization came up.

And we were just sat here chatting and wondering if, just between us girls,

there's a chance you had the Chinese ambassador murdered?

Is this a serious question?

Yes... it is.

This feels like a conversation you should be having with the president.

It is a conversation I'll be having with the president, but first, Mitch,

it's one I'm having with you.

Sir, with due respect, I would, uh, check the veracity of your sources,

which, in this case, appear to be the Chinese government?

What can you tell us about Cole Atwood?

- I don't know who that is. - Oh, come on.

He's the American boyfriend of Ambassador Chen's daughter,

and he was last seen fleeing the scene of the murder

and heading into your embassy.

Hasn't left since.

Mitch, is Cole Atwood a CIA operative?

You want to discuss CIA operatives?

Should I open the door and make sure everyone can hear?

What does that mean?

It means that this is a leaky government, Mr. Prime Minister.

Everyone knows it.

Secrets don't stay secret here. They have a way of getting out.

Yes?

Yes.

Perryman.

- Oh my God. - You're kidding. Christ. Understood.

- Okay. - Come on back now.

Give me five minutes.

- I'll let them know. - Jesus Christ.

A body was found in a skip near the home of Commissioner Yarrick this evening.

And they've just identified him.

I'm sorry.

Stephen... Stephen's dead?

Apparently, he was tortured.

Oh my God.

I would, uh, make that call to the president now, sir.

Who are you?

A secretary.

A representative of something... bigger.

Who are you, Helen Webb?

You didn't have to do that to Stephen.

What happened to Commissioner Yarrick was entirely down to you.

Any more violence will be as a result

of you inveigling yourself into our affairs.

Are my family safe?

Are my family safe?

You really think Stephen could be involved in all of this?

Involved in what?

A murder that isn't a murder by a spy who isn't a spy?

You want my job, don't you, Wallace?

Hm?

Well, I think you'll get it one day.

And when you do,

you'll realize that the world is not run how you think it is.

It doesn't work how you think it works.

You'll come to find out,

quite quickly, actually...

that almost nothing that you believed in

is what it appears to be.

A piece of advice that I know you'll ignore.

Do something else.

Oh, there you are.

Any sign of Newman?

No.

The girl we're looking for,

is she, like, twenties, Chinese, drugged on a sofa, that kind of thing?

- Yeah. - Yeah, she's in here.

What?

She is fit. It wouldn't have killed you to say it, would it?

She's the girl me and Kent were looking for.

We had a number to call if we found her.

Could have told me. My partner did die looking for that girl.

You're the one who killed her, so it would have been nice to be told.

- I need to figure out where to keep her. - We can look after her.

She... She's like a little... little tiny doll.

Like a little junkie Barbie.

We can look after the junkie Barbie?

- I can hardly take her to my hotel. - I'm not.

♪ We're in a garden... ♪

I am sorry about Kent.

On reflection, I probably should have shot her somewhere other than the head.

Perhaps a foot.

Well, it's the game, isn't it? Built into the contract.

Fact is, one of us were gonna get it sooner or later.

Just like one of us is, right?

No one in this car is living long, let's be honest.

I was her third partner, two before me died, and then she died.

That's what I've been telling her. Stay cold, stay alive.

- Mm. - Otherwise, you end up dead.

Or like you.

♪ Millions of people go by... ♪

What do you mean, like me?

Walking around with fucking ghosts on your back.

♪...all disappear ♪

- ♪ From view ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪

We'll look after her, but you have to pay us extra.

We're not a babysitting service.

♪ I only have... ♪

Just...

Wallace?

What...?

What's happened? Come here. Come here, come here.

It's all right. It's all right.

I just can't imagine what he would have gone through.

I'm gonna find out who's responsible for it,

and I'm gonna make them pay.

I'm not... who you think I am,

and I want you to know who I am, because I love you.

And I want you to love me back.

I do love you back.

No, you don't.

You love Helen Webb, and Helen Webb doesn't exist.

She never has.

♪ Far away in those sad eyes ♪

♪ I swim for miles and miles And miles and miles and miles ♪

♪ Your light ♪

♪ To touch the song back to my soul ♪

♪ Go by the breeze ♪

♪ I'm bound to pine... ♪

Oh my Christ!

- Wow. This is a lovely place. - What the fuck are you doing here?

I didn't expect you to be out so early. Um...

You never liked early mornings.

I have a four-year-old, so...

I guess I'm sort of in an early morning kind of environment now.

What's her name?

- Ruby. - Ruby.

Why are you here? I did everything that I was supposed to do.

- I didn't tell anyone anything. - I know.

So why are you here?

Magnets.

And ghosts.

It's, uh...

I know that I...

To just turn up like this, it's not... I'm sorry.

Did you ever think about me?

'Cause I... I assumed you didn't, you know, after a while.

'Cause that's what you do, isn't it? You...

You know,

you think about someone, but you assume they don't think about you

and that you just faded away, you know, from their life.

Even though everything still reminds you of them.

Always, constantly, you're there, like tinnitus.

Like tinnitus?

Not like tinnitus. Like... I don't know, like, um...

Like a song that's stuck in my head.

A nice one.

A sad one.

I thought of you.

Every time that a shadow made me jump.

Or a noise in the dark made me sit up in bed.

Every time I felt afraid, I thought of you.

You know, what happened before, that was nothing to do with you.

- Those men were not... - Jesus Christ!

I'm not afraid of those men.

It was you, Sam.

I shared a home with you.

I was planning on sharing my life with you,

and you were lying to me.

You were a stranger, and you got in.

You let me fall in love with someone who didn't exist.

Do you know how terrifying that is?

I've been afraid every day that it would happen again.

That someone else that I trusted

would just turn out to be a monster wearing the mask of a nice man.

I'm sorry.

Am I in danger? Is my daughter in danger?

No.

No.

Then you and I have nothing more to say to each other.

Have you ever heard of a Black Dove?

In he goes.

There he goes. You did that. You made that.

Oh no, he's fallen over. He's fallen over at the sheer sight.

What's going on?

- Hello. - Oh, Helen!

Hi.

Offered to help decorate the gingerbread house,

but we got a bit distracted, didn't we, Oli?

- Bit of a snowman home invasion. - I think we've made it worse.

But Dani has been very sweet, so...

We heard about Stephen. Wallace had said how close they'd been.

Well, that's very lovely of you.

Well, I won't stay. Just wanted to come tell you we're thinking of you.

Thank you.

- Oh great. - That's sweet. Did the kids make them?

I did.

Fun.

- Well, I'll see you back at the office. - Yeah. No. Yeah.

I'll show you out.

Don't be alarmed by the big chap on the front gate.

His name is Jeff. He's our new close protection security officer.

- Thank you. - Hey!

- Wallace says you're quite new. - Just a month or so.

Oh. He's very strapping. Where can I get a Jeff?

I'll see you soon, then.

Hope so.

♪ Stay now, stay now ♪

♪ Won't you stay another... ♪

We used to have a plastic tree when I was a girl.

Same one every year.

A week before Christmas, my father would be up in the loft,

effing and jeffing, trying to get it out.

It doesn't seem like Christmas

without seeing his legs dangling from the ceiling

or shouting at my mother to hold the bastard ladder.

Why have you called me here?

The Chinese have footage

of an American spook fleeing the scene of Ambassador Chen's murder.

- Who? - His name is Cole Atwood.

He's the partner of the ambassador's daughter.

Wow, Kai-Ming's boyfriend is an American spy?

And now there's genuine concern growing

that the Chinese are going to do something stupid in retaliation.

Why would the Americans kill the Chinese ambassador?

That's exactly everyone's point. There's no way they would have done.

It's completely nonsensical, even for the Yanks.

What's this?

It's a note from an interested party who've asked us to mediate.

They're willing to pay Atwood a lot of money

if he'll throw a bucket of ice on all of this.

Who are the interested party?

Best not to concern yourself with the details, Helen.

So they want him to undermine the Chinese,

defect from America, expose a spy ring,

and in exchange...?

They give him more money than he can spend in ten lifetimes.

And you would like me to facilitate this?

Oh, I can think of very few things

I want less than for you to facilitate this,

especially after what happened to Commissioner Yarrick,

but it's extremely time sensitive, and you're best placed to do it.

How?

I believe you have contacts in the embassy.

Oh.

Vanessa?

The very same.

I emailed her assistant and scheduled a coffee for the two of you.

She can't wait. So much to catch up on. Her husband's being an absolute nightmare.

But whilst you're there with her,

arrange a distraction and make your way to the top floor.

Atwood is in room J4.

I'll send an address for you to drop him off at afterwards,

so get on with it.

Find Cole Atwood and tell him the good news.

He's going to be filthy rich, prevent a war,

and all he has to do is betray his country.

A door closes, a window opens.

- That's right. - Mm-hmm.

Do you ever get bored of dealing in deceit?

It's what you chose. You wanted this. You wanted blood on your teeth, remember?

Sam is progressing.

We should know who's behind this soon, and we can all rest easy.

And everything will go back to normal, just in time for Christmas.

Well, I hope that's the case, Helen. I truly do.

You have one new message.

Love, it's me. We've got Kai-Ming. I'm texting the address now.

- Who is it? - It's me.

I brought some things round for her.

Orange juice, grapes,

a bottle of champagne, and a... chocolate cake.

She is a tranquilized heroin addict, Sam. This isn't your mum having a birthday tea.

- I didn't know what to get her. - Morning, Sam.

Did you call her?

You shot 17 people in a fucking discotheque.

Did you think it wasn't gonna get covered on the news?

- And Hector wasn't even there? - No.

- Huh. - But I'll deal with it. Don't worry.

Well, the extent to which I do or do not have to worry is yet to be determined,

but I certainly think it should be playing on your mind.

It's like Piccadilly Circus in here this morning.

Come in. Everyone's here.

Helen Webb!

Lenny Lines. Don't think we've ever had the pleasure in person.

Helen, this is Williams.

You met her already when she tried to kill you.

- Yeah, I remember. - You remember I was winning?

- I remember there were two of you. - Yeah, initially.

Eleanor, professional assassin.

Has she woken up yet?

No. She's on some fairly weighty opioids.

Lucky her. So, there are people looking for this girl?

- Yeah. - Who?

Whoever they are, they're offering a lot of money for her.

Well,

Sam,

Hector is out there, still on the run,

and he needs to be found.

Or we start having to talk about your Michael in the past tense,

which, hand on heart, I do not wish to happen.

So get a bloody move on.

- You got Michael dragged into this? Fuck. - No. It's fine. He's fine.

He is and he isn't, really, depending on how you look at it.

Jesus!

- Jesus Christ! - What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?

- Okay, Kai-Ming. - You bitch! I'll break your fucking skull!

Okay. Now, listen, there's no...

- Jesus! - Oi! That was my grandmother's lamp.

Kai-Ming, we are friends.

- We're here to help. - I don't know you.

We came and got you from the people who were holding you.

Bit of bad news on that front.

Gonna need new drug dealers. We did shoot 'em all.

- What? - Kai-Ming.

- Do you know that your father is dead? - Of course I know.

Do you know three other people are dead too?

Your friend Maggie and... and two other men.

Yes.

We're trying to find the people who did that.

Yeah, we need to know what happened after your father was killed.

I'm so sorry.

You... you... you can trust us, Kai-Ming, I promise.

Mm.

Do you want to sit down? Yeah?

Okay.

I was out with my friends, and I came home,

and we found my dad in my flat.

And we just... we all panicked.

My boyfriend, Cole, ran away, and

I wasn't thinking, you know, straight.

And I had all this stuff on me, and,

well, I panicked as well, I suppose.

So I ran to...

- There's this place I know. - A warehouse in South London?

- Yeah, I score there sometimes. - Mm. It's a morgue now.

At what point did you stop being a, um... a guest there and start being a hostage?

When they found out who I was. I tried to leave. They wouldn't let me.

- They just kept asking me questions. - What kind of questions?

They wanted to know about Trent.

- Who's Trent? - Just a guy I know.

He's kind of a dork, but he always helps us get...

Heroin?

Yeah.

I think his family have a connection, but I... I don't know.

Anyway, they wouldn't stop asking about him.

And what can you tell me about a man called Jason Davies? Do you know anything?

He... No. He... he left me a message.

Just said he was Maggie's partner and wanted me to call him.

- Partner? - Yeah.

Wha...

Well, what... what did he mean by that?

I don't know.

I never called him back.

I didn't want any of this to happen.

Hey! Don't get upset.

Do you want a... a glass of champagne?

And a... chocolate cake?

Yeah? She does.

Is her boyfriend still alive, do you think?

His name's Cole Atwood. He's a spy.

- No! - Yeah.

CIA agent. The Chinese think he's the one that killed the ambassador.

Reed wants me to go into the American embassy and get him out.

I mean, it might be quite good. We could ask him some questions.

Find out who the fuck this Trent is and how Jason got mixed up in all of this.

- That sounds incredibly risky. - Yeah.

Wanna come?

There are different kinds of partners.

Right.

You know? Like you and me, we're partners.

It doesn't mean he wasn't who he said he was.

God, I was so close to leaving with him.

What if it was all bullshit, Sam?

Did you ever tell him anything

about... you?

No. I didn't tell him anything.

Were you desperate to leave with him, or were you just desperate to leave?

I don't know. I just...

I guess...

When I first started, I had a little book that I'd, um, write my lies into.

Then, once I'd memorized them, I'd, uh, burn the pages, and that was it.

They were real.

I have secrets from you, you know?

I have secrets from Wallace, from the kids, from Reed.

I wake up sometimes and I can't breathe. I can't breathe, Sam, because...

...I have no idea who I am.

And neither does anyone else. Not really.

I don't know why I wanted to leave with him.

Maybe it was just a...

a new page that I could write another lie onto.

But it felt like love.

Michael?

I went to see him.

Well, that was silly.

Wasn't it just?

What was it like?

Well, it was

good to have confirmation that he hates me.

It's worse not knowing, I suppose.

I always wondered... if enough time passed...

You know...

I'm sorry.

Oh, love.

We'll be all right, won't we?

Probably.

If I was to make a list

of the hardest buildings to get into in Europe,

it's basically a tie between this place and Berghain.

I mean, I got into Berghain, but, you know, the point still stands.

Mm-hmm.

We're gonna need a pass, probably some kind of disguise.

Now, there are also utility elevators...

No, I'm just gonna go and see my friend Vanessa.

Vanessa?

Yeah, 45-year-old diplomatic secretary from Delaware.

I mean, quite possibly the most boring woman I've ever met,

and bear in mind, my social circle is almost entirely made up

of the upper echelons of the Conservative Party membership.

So what do I do while you're in there?

Ring this number. You ask for Vanessa Robinson.

You say it's an emergency. I don't know.

Keep her on the line long enough that I can get to the top floor

and get Cole Atwood.

Remember when we first met and I was just sat outside in a car waiting for you?

Life really is an echo, isn't it?

Ooh.

Good luck.

This way, ma'am. Items in the tray.

She's just there. Thank you.

- Hi. - Hi.

Oh my goodness. I am so glad that you called.

- It has been months. - I know.

This place is driving me crazy.

- Have you heard about Abby? - Yes.

She's leaving to have a baby, which, okay, good for her.

But guess who's been told she can't have maternity cover?

So now I'm down a team member for spring, and I'm already drowning.

Oh no.

Hello?

S... So, what are you, Sam?

Who are you?

Um, I'm...

If it helps, nothing you can say can make it worse.

I'm what's known as a triggerman.

I kill people for money.

Oh.

Um...

How many people have you...

I don't want to say.

Just... just give me a ballpark number.

More than 20.

Less than 50.

That made it worse, didn't it?

I dunno.

Michael?

I'm so sorry. I'm...

I ca... Can I call you back... in a minute?

Uh, I... I'd like to keep talking.

Are you at work?

No.

I mean... No.

What? You're not gonna garrote someone?

No, no. No.

God, no. I mean, I never... No.

Um, anyway... Um...

I'll call you back in a minute. So sorry.

Hello. Um, could I speak to Vanessa Robinson, please,

as a matter of urgency?

...do what my mother did and stay miserable just to make a point.

Obviously, I went home for Thanksgiving.

So, um, I think me and Tim are just gonna spend Christmas here.

- Right. - To tell you the truth, I'm relieved...

Vanessa, there's a call for you. Sounds urgent.

- Okay. Two minutes. - Okay.

I'll wait here.

You could freeze some juice.

Really? I... I gotta go. I'll see you there.

- Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. - Pardon me.

- This is Vanessa. - Hello, Mrs. Robinson.

I'm calling from the Metropolitan Police Protection Command Unit,

and I need to speak to you about your security detail.

I don't have a security detail.

Yes, and we're increasingly concerned about that.

- Why? Has something happened? - There's a credible threat to your life.

By who?

It's, um,

Al-Qaeda.

- Al-Qaeda? - Yeah, those guys. They went away.

Now they're back, and, uh,

they're very... they're furious, and we're very concerned,

frankly, about what they have planned.

Evening.

Evening.

You might not have clearance for the upper floors. Let me take a look.

Oh, no, don't worry. I'll get out earlier. Thanks.

I'll take a look.

I can't say too much about the threat.

It's not really...

I mean... I wouldn't lose any sleep over it, but I would be concerned.

Does that make sense?

Sorry. Um, sorry, I shouldn't lose any sleep over it?

No. I mean, try not to.

We all need our seven hours, don't we?

I think I'm gonna have to talk to my supervisor about this.

We're pretty tight on security here.

Wh... what was your name again?

Uh, my name is Kent.

- Brockman. Kent Brockman. - Listen, Mr. Brockman, I...

{n8}If you could just hold on the line a little bit longer,

{n8}I need a few more details fro...

Mr. Brockman?

Yes. So, so sorry.

Can you hold for two minutes?

Yes?

How plausible is it to hack into the American embassy CCTV system?

How plausible does it sound?

I'm phoning more in hope than expectation.

Right. Mission going well, is it?

Well...

Um...

We've hit a few minor snags.

I'll have a word with the boys in our IT department.

See if they can't put a few gremlins in the machine.

Great. Well, I'd start by deleting everything that happened in elevator two

and work out from there.

I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done this. I, um...

Done what?

I don't know. Just called you, text you, answered the phone to you.

But you did.

I missed you.

Don't say that.

I missed you.

Maybe you should come back here.

Do you want me to?

I don't know.

I want you to want me to.

Sam, I... I just don't know.

{n8}Why don't you think about it?

{n8}Think about what you want, what you think you can manage,

{n8}and just text me "yes" or "no."

"Yes" if you want me to come round, and "no" if you never wanna see me again.

I'll understand either way.

Vanessa, sorry. Where were we?

- Um... who the hell are you? - Cole Atwood?

- Yeah. - Here.

What is this?

One-time offer. Runs out in 30 minutes.

Listen, Mr. Brockman, I need you to give me your ID number.

I need to double-check a couple of things with someone.

Oh dear. That's gonna take me a mo...

It's always in the last place that you look.

Listen, I need to ask you some questions.

- Shit. - Oh. What was that?

Uh, building alarm.

Damn it. I have to go.

She's on the move. You need to hurry. Hurry!

There's a car outside. Brown BMW, quite ostentatious. You can't miss it.

Five minutes. Be there.

Fuck!

I guess we better cut our coffee short.

Sorry!

- Aw, lovely to see you. Bye! - Lovely to see you!

- Well? - Well, uh...

I gave it to him. I don't know. Let's see if it worked.

- You set the alarm off? - Yeah.

- Anything else to report? - I mean, it was a bit of a clusterfuck.

- Was it? - Little bit.

- All right? - Hey!

- You're not... you're not joining the party? - No, I didn't wanna leave until you had.

Oh, well...

Well, I'm gonna, um...

Don't, um, take this the wrong way,

but you kind of look like you could use a drink.

Ooh, okay.

Go on, then.

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Well, that's, um...

This feels very Christmassy, doesn't it?

- Vodka in the drawer? - It was left over from Tim's leaving.

- Was it? - Yes.

What do we...? In one? Is that the...?

Down in one.

Ugh.

It's good, it's good.

I, um... I didn't know Stephen, but I heard that he was a good man.

Mm.

Yeah.

I mean, I used to think so, too, but, uh,

now I'm not so sure.

Everyone has their secrets.

Can't know everyone completely, can you?

So, you know heroin? Is it good?

It's the greatest feeling in the world.

And then it starts ruining your life.

It takes everything from you.

All the things that made you you.

Like a vampire, just sucking you dry.

What's that, like, seven out of ten overall, then?

- Yeah. - Hm.

My dad sold heroin.

Actually, he didn't, no.

He ran, like, a business, like a family... fam... like a crime family.

- Is that why you're a...? - Assassin?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose, yeah.

I've always been preternaturally inclined to violence.

I was exposed to it from an early age.

I watched my mother asphyxiate a man to unconsciousness

with a sandwich bag as a kid.

She claimed it was sexual deviancy, but I knew she was lying.

Jesus Christ. It's like a crèche for the criminally insane.

The fuck?

That's him.

Fuck. What did you do to the alarm? I...

Oh Christ.

- My wife? - Yes.

Oh, no, no. We... we met at a conference.

Classic.

Classic? Yes, classic.

Yeah, it was very, um,

conference-y, I suppose.

- Sounds fun. - Yeah.

What?

No.

Nothing. I shouldn't say it.

Say what?

I heard a rumor

about Helen.

Right. What rumor?

I shouldn't say.

It's not my place to say, so...

Well, you can't not say it now, can you? So, what rumor have you heard?

I... This... this is insane. This... This whole thing, this is fucking insane.

Calm down. It'll all be fine. I just need to ask you some questions.

I... I'm not telling you anything

until I know you're gonna hold up your end of the bargain.

Don't worry, we'll hold up our end of the bargain.

I just need to know what happened to the ambassador.

Who's covering it up?

I... I'm sorry, but I don't know you. How can I trust you? I...

Listen. We know you didn't kill him.

But my friend is dead. My partner.

Now, he was in contact with Kai-Ming.

He knew something. It got him and two other people killed.

Okay, okay. Maggie I knew. She was Kai's friend.

Phillip was just some scumbag journalist,

and the other guy, uh, Jason, I... I have no idea.

Well, someone killed them. They could be after my family. I need to know who it is.

If the people who I think killed the ambassador... are after you,

then you're already dead.

You just don't know it yet.

My brother was training to be a vicar before the accident.

Got run over by a bus-load of nuns and took it as a sign to renounce Jesus.

Eleanor, could you come here for a minute?

What was the ambassador into? Why were you watching him?

Jesus Christ. I wasn't watching Chen. We weren't spying on the Chinese.

I was there to watch them, the people who killed him.

They were the target.

Who? Who were you watching?

The Clarks.

- Where the fuck are they? - Hm?

The Clark family enterprise.

This means nothing to you? Fuck it.

The fucking Kray twins meet the Freemasons.

They took over London without anyone even noticing,

and now it has spread to the States.

New York, Miami, LA, the bodies started piling up.

Crime families just wiped out. Whole distribution networks mothballed.

And it all leads back here. It leads back to London.

- Do you still have that rocket launcher? - I do.

Get it.

And Kai-Ming?

She is just a fucking stupid rich junkie with political connections.

What? Is she just a mark?

She was buying smack, but it wasn't from street dealers,

and... we traced her connect back.

- Trent? - Trent is a... trust fund baby moron.

He is a fucking idiot. He's the weak link.

Trent was working for the Clarks?

No, no, no. Trent doesn't work for the Clarks.

He is a Clark.

His mother, Alex Clark,

she's the head of the London operation.

We had just worked this out when Chen's murder stalled our investigation.

Now, my educated guess

is that the Clarks know what happened to the Chinese ambassador.

Because they're trying to scrub all the evidence

of what happened in Kai-Ming's apartment that night.

But the Chinese think you're the murderer.

Yeah, they wish it was me.

A black ops CIA agent murders their ambassador to the UK.

Just... just think about what they could do with that.

- Yeah, right. - The Clarks own everybody.

I am serious now.

If these people are after you, it is when, not if they get you.

This is the place.

Look, I've told you everything I can.

You need to hold up your end of the bargain.

Yeah, don't worry. You'll get your money.

Money? What money?

Like, I... I just wanna know my family are safe, that's... that's all.

Why would somebody hurt your family?

This is fucking ridiculous.

Look. See that?

That's my parents, my sister, and my two nephews.

I... I came with you, so just... just let them go.

But, wait, that wasn't what Reed said. That... that... This wasn't a...

Dani?

What rumor have you heard?

She's unfaithful to you.

It was an affair, some civil servant.

Cole Atwood!

Oh my God.

Christ! Are those Chinese agents?

I know my wife, and she wouldn't do that, so...

No one knows anyone completely, Wallace.

Not really.

- Get out of the car! - Sorry, is that who you were working for?

- Helen? - Can you help me get to Alex Clark?

Helen?

Listen, I will do everything I can to keep your family safe.

- Can you help me get to the Clarks? - Yes. Yes, I can try.

Okay, fuck it. Sam?

Oh yeah. Okay, fuck it!

Go!

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