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High in the sky, we are seeing unprecedented traffic chaos across the

According to eyewitnesses, several cars ground to a halt, their engines bursting

into flames.

Injuries are reported, but no fatalities as yet. The areas around the vehicles

are experiencing severe gridlock, which is hampering the response of emergency

services. There is no word what caused this.

Take her down to interrogation cell 8.

Write you? Yep.

I know my right. I need to talk to my dad's lawyer.

Don't get any phone calls.

And if you did, you're better off calling a dry cleaner.

And a dentist.

Why am I getting my updates on burning cars from the news?

Apologies, Mum.

We've been waiting until we know for sure what happened. And do you?

Well, we ruled out terror. There weren't car bombs.

It seems the chemical in the fuel caused the engines to seize up and overheat.

And what are the fuel companies saying?

Denying liability, claiming sabotage.

First desk is looking into how and where it might have taken place.

Where is he?

I don't understand.

Why are they still all these burning cars on the roads?

The police can't move them until the flames are out, and the firefighters

get in there until the gridlock eases.

Yeah, well, then... Oh, excuse me.

Whelan. We met on your jog.

Do you have an official comment on the story we're going to run for Dodie

Gimble's column?

You shouldn't have this for a number.

How dare you?

There will be repercussions, I promise you that. The repercussions are on you.

If you weren't so busy chasing Skirt, maybe we wouldn't have shootings in

Gridlock.

What's this traffic situation contain?

Uh, yeah, um, about ten minutes ago, I was about to shut down every gas station

in London. Petrol station.

Petrol station.

Thankfully, we established that all the affected stations had a delivery from

one single tanker, so traffic should be back to normal by the end of the day.

The fence at the depot was cut, so we're assuming that's where the tampering

happened, likely by climate protesters.

Our London mayor, Zafir Jafri, has issued a statement calling for calm...

wake of what sources are saying is the result of fuel tampering.

While the emergency services are doing everything they can to get the roads

clear, I would urge people to leave their cars...

Surrounded by losers, misfits and boozers Hanging by your

fingernails You may want to say You got burned at the stake

You're finished, you're finished, you're faked There's always a hope up

this slippery slope Somewhere a ghost of a chain To get

back in that game And burn up your shame And dance with the big boys

again

The gridlock is focused mainly around those vehicles, so Mother of Hell,

Elephant Castle, Mile End and the City.

No fatalities, although there is a pensioner in intensive care.

Sorry, why has the explosive seen it been stood down?

Well, that would have been nice to know.

Why did the engines explode, then?

Once the fire is up, get forensics in. They should be able to tell us what the

chemical was and where it came from.

What's the plan? Doesn't help that I'm stuck over here.

The usual.

Just to do nothing.

Yeah.

As long as I know. Devin, I want them in lockdown while she sweats her.

Let me know when the CCTV turns up.

Where's Charlie Dunder?

Check the downstairs lab.

She'll either be...

Shumbling one up or curling one out.

Phones.

I gave Shirley some money for guests or breakfast.

Not you, I'm afraid. Before you arrived.

Hey, where are you going?

Well, talking of breakfast, made me a bit peckish. There's fresh cake and

downstairs. Sit down. It sounds like your breakfast is coming.

River?

What? I can't hear you.

Come on, stop playing games.

And give me your phone.

Co, it's a lockdown.

Give me your phone.

Hand over. No comms. This is a lockdown.

This is a podcast.

I don't care. Come on, give me your phone. Otherwise, I'm going to call up

two dogs that are in Roddy's office.

Sorry? I can't hear a fucking thing. I'll see you in a sec.

Why are you being so helpful?

Occasionally he's not really the most responsive, but I don't know why I

Crack on.

You're familiar with the Slough House brief, I assume?

Mm -hm.

Well, then you'll know that some of us have issues.

Get to the point.

Listening to music... Oh, of course.

Listening to music or podcasts has the effect of calming Mr Kodan.

What happens if he doesn't listen to something?

I'm not sure. We've never prevented him before.

Okay, listen to the damn music, whatever.

It's a poor cause.

Ain't no prison goat that can hold me.

The only prison I fear is the prison of the mind.

And I bought that about years ago.

I'm mythical, historical, and futuristical.

Body -ho is merely the latest incarnation of my most potent energy.

I cannot be created or destroyed.

So I said, no, motherfuckers.

The only difference between him and me is I don't believe in laws.

How long has he been doing this?

About 20 minutes?

Straight?

What cause is that?

Is that a lack of breastfeeding or too much breastfeeding? Hey, come on.

I'm sure the forest animals that found him did their best.

What is going on in here?

Why do you pull these people off the hub?

Apologies, ma 'am.

His response to the room has been unusual.

Wow.

Welcome, Chloe.

No, Roddy.

I'm going to let you sit here quietly for five minutes and think about this

and all the things that I can make happen in it if you don't help me.

Okay? See you shortly.

Who are you?

You fucking first.

Room for a little one.

Don't fucking touch me.

Oh, for fuck's sake. Why, you just walk in and surrender, did you?

Why didn't you warn me we were swarming with pricks?

I did, I called you. The whole of London is kicking off. I couldn't hear you.

Right, well, I couldn't hear that you couldn't hear me, could I?

For God's sake, darling, you used my money to buy wine.

Yeah, see, what I thought was there'd be that much more for the rest of her.

Well, you can't fault her logic.

You're really going to start the day with wine?

Better leave the spirits, but knock yourself out.

I'm telling you, there's something going on out there. Total gridlock.

Flight's up to speed.

Maybe she'll dance her share.

There's been an incident at some petrol stations.

Three.

What kind of incident?

Park business.

Oh.

And babysitting us is that park business as well?

That feels a bit below you.

Number three.

Coe, what is it that you're saying?

On the list that I mentioned previously.

The destabilisation strategy.

I was trying to allude to it rather than mention it in front of this unexpected

company. Yeah, well, the main reason not to mention it in front of everyone is

out of sheer embarrassment at the batshit lunacy of it.

Number three is disrupt the transport.

He thinks sinister forces are trying to bring down the country. Yeah, but it's

bollocks.

Doesn't make any sense.

I mean, why try and disrupt London traffic when it is already permanently

fucked?

Oh, he's gone back in.

So is that enough of a pattern for it to be a destabilisation strategy?

It's not.

Why did someone try and kill Roddy? That's what we should be worrying about.

And why did they try and kill him with the same gun they executed the

Abbotsfield killer?

What? Wait, how do you know that?

Tabernacle. And why are you just telling us that now?

Because I've been thinking.

Executed? I thought the Abbotsfield killer killed himself.

Tabernacle. He used the word executed.

And flight's not correcting me.

Excuse me.

Couldn't spare me some change, could you? I'm trying to get an hostel.

Have a nice day.

Bad day?

Every day's bad, mate.

Nobody's got any money.

Yeah. Hard times all around, eh?

I mean, they don't have any coins or notes.

Pay for everything on the phone.

Hey.

I got some money for you.

And something I think you want more than money.

Oh, not so fast, though.

Needed to drop something off there.

Sorry about that.

That what?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck me, that was bad.

I really think you should see a doctor.

Oh, I think you gave me a lung cancer.

Was that a fart?

Yeah, mostly.

I'm not saying I like the sound, but it does serve as a sort of early warning

system. Oh, no, no, stay in the room. Stay in the room.

I know what you're doing, lad.

I'm expelling excess gas.

It's the most natural thing in the world. It is completely unnatural.

It's like you've got a porpoise grave in your arsehole. Oh, fuck me, that's bad.

Oh, that's not a good blender smell. It's bloody sick.

Yeah, you might want to keep hold of that. I think I hit a seam.

Fuck me, you're up to something.

I'm up to my nipples in acid reflux, is what I am.

Me thinks the Donald's in order.

No, no, no, not in there. I don't want to hear it. Yeah, I don't want to

it.

Do I have permission to use the downstairs boudoir, then?

Please. Please let him go, he fucking reeks.

We're going to have this baby right here if we're not careful.

Come on, somebody get some towels. OK, yeah, go.

Do you

like

that all the time?

I wouldn't know. I don't normally work weekends.

You know, it really stands out, your ex -old Bill.

You got a problem with that?

Oh, actually, like Pete.

Yeah, you know where you are with the Phil.

Yeah, totally amoral.

Yeah. I'll clip my fiver.

They'll show you a dead body.

I'll show you one now if you're not careful.

Yeah, but that doesn't work, does it? Because if I was dead, you wouldn't be

able to show me my own dead body.

Yeah, this banter stuff's harder than it looks.

Shall I leave it open?

Are you coming in?

Suit yourself.

You're looking for the gun in the fifth gun. Already dealt with that.

Fifth gun's the first place I look.

They're not in the mail, actually.

Hello, Martin.

Looking well.

Thank you for dropping by.

Is there a reason we're not in your office?

Um... Lovely day.

Lovely view.

And, uh, I wanted a legal opinion.

Off the record.

As MI5's legal counsel, I don't really do off the record. Well, hypothetical.

Uh, hello.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Sorry. Hello.

As I was saying, hypothetical.

Like a parlor game.

Kind of.

I think I needed a denotice put out about someone.

Me. But in a private capacity.

Sounds like you should be talking to your personal lawyer. I'm not sure she's

got the heft. And given how you're the chief legal advisor to the security

services, of which I'm in charge, it seems to me that the needs of the

and my own are as one.

Is this security related?

Pause this fucking... No, relax.

Relax. Hypothetical.

I'm just anticipating is what I'm doing.

And given how we're ruffling Gimel's feathers, and his wife, you know, his

wife's not a tabloid.

Well, she has a known animus towards me.

And there could be some underhand things coming my way, unpleasant things, lies.

Scandalous lies. Well, not scandalous, just lies and, you know.

fuck was that?

I don't know.

What the hell was that?

Did another car explode?

Is it the petrol station again?

We don't know. There's a lot of confusing intel right now.

Well, that's hardly an excuse, people. Where am I five?

I need unconfusing intel right bloody now.

Anyone?

Someone's just posted this.

Hurry up!

You must be finished by now. Bomb's gone off.

Oh, come on, it's not that bad. Regent's Park Zoo. I'm heading down there. I've

left Johnson upstairs to watch them. Keep them in hard lockdown. No comms.

don't trust or listen to that human voice.

She wasn't talking about me, was she?

What were you doing in there?

Oh, for God's sake.

My ring thief isn't what it was, so I leave a lot to gravity.

You just stayed in there to make me wait.

I'll lift a seat up for you if you need to go.

I know.

We don't torture people.

I've seen all the internal files on that. So why don't you just drop the

theatrics and come at the king head on?

Roderick Ho.

Or should I say Clint Wolfe?

I have many none to get.

Clint Wolfe.

Dragon Slayer.

The Human Tripod.

The true king of Gondor.

Occasionally, Ice Monroe.

Do you have any connection with the incel community?

Specifically, the unseen.

Is this your type of way of asking me if the ramrod's getting any?

Full disclosure, I'm a very sexual creature.

Yeah. Roddy by name, Ho by nature.

I'm the opposite of an involuntary celibate, involuntary fuckboy, if you're

like.

That's enough of that.

We've been through your phone. We know all about your relationship with Tara.

Why was she interested in you?

Finest mind and finest body in MI5.

Oh, she knew you were in MI5.

You're allowed to tell your spouse.

And she's more than a spouse. She's a soulmate.

Someone... Tried to murder you last night. Does this concern you? Murder is

very strong word. It's also an entirely accurate description of what happened.

The gun had been used before to execute the Abbotsfield killer.

OK.

Coincidence.

Happenstance. Have you seen Magnolia?

Yeah? Tom Cruise, he rocks in that film. He taught me a lot about women. Why

would someone want to kill you?

Shall I check?

He'll have no fury like a Rodeo will, yeah? Once you taste admission in there,

it's hard to go back to junk food.

It's too much for some women. It's like orgasmic vertigo or the bend.

Roddy, you don't have to do this.

We both know you don't have any exes.

No, you're not a Lothario. You're not James Bond.

Your relationship history consists of a series of deeply awkward, prematurely

terminated encounters.

followed by periods of intense neediness and borderline harassment until you are

blocked.

Which leaves me to ponder, as I'm sure you have pondered yourself, what made

Tara different?

Sorry, he deliberately targeted the penguins?

Yep, killed 22 of them, thankfully no human casualties.

We have him on CCTV heading towards the zoo, carrying what looks like a thermos.

There he is entering the zoo.

When it is safe, threw it in and ran.

The device must have reacted with the water. Something of pressure trigger.

This is him.

OK, well, I think we can presume he didn't make it himself.

Where did you get the bomb?

A man.

I didn't know it was going to do this.

Did he say why he wanted you to do it? No.

Who the fuck wants to kill penguins?

What did you think it was going to do?

He said it'd turn the water red.

Symbolic. Not actual blood.

Did he give you something for it?

He gave me 50 quid.

And he said he was going to give me a hit.

What did he look like?

A man. You said that. Anything else apart from his gender, age, ethnicity,

nationality? 30, maybe.

White. Italian, Spanish, I don't know.

Can I get me eye?

I've earned it.

What do you think?

I think I should get something for date.

I'm going to buy a fucking flipper.

Get it.

All right.

At the zoo?

Seriously?

That doesn't make any sense.

What else do we know?

Uh -huh.

Okay, he was posted.

He'll want to issue some sort of statement.

Did you get the photo for Instagram?

Uh, I had to take that call. For God's sake, can't I tag her again? Come on.

Someone threw a bomb into the penguin pool at Regas Park Zoo.

Who the hell does that?

A mentally ill junkie.

You can't use language like that. You mean someone who suffers from substance

abuse issues.

Pretty sure mentally ill is out of bounds as well. He said someone gave him

bomb, but there's no real sense as to who gave it to him or why.

Sorry.

Sorry for your loss.

London grieves for you. I'll be back for the memorial service tomorrow where

we'll set out together on the long path of healing and make London wonderful

again.

What is happening to the city? This is insane.

Terrible.

I've got some more bad news.

This evening's debate is no longer going ahead.

I will not give in to terror.

It's not going ahead because the gimbal is pulled out.

They think they're going to use Abbotsfield to score political points.

Good, he's running scared.

I'll hold my own then.

Let's score even more points without him there.

Park Zoo this morning.

The Metropolitan Police have informed us that they located the device that was

detonated inside the penguin enclosure.

Christ. The bomb that went off killed a load of penguins.

Fuck. That's mad.

Penguins. Is it connected?

Number four, seize the media.

Hey, I need to seize your media. You shouldn't have a phone.

No, he has special dispensation.

We should listen to him.

Don't look at me like that.

It's happening.

It's really happening.

Sorry, how the fuck do you see the media with Penguin?

That's all that'll be on the news for days.

People fucking love Penguins.

I mean, look how teary -eyed you lot just got. You're pushing Abbotsfield

off the headlines.

So you believe Coe?

Well, three items on the destabilisation list I can, you know, pass off as a

coincidence, but four means it's real.

OK. So what comes next?

Five.

If I can count, what is number five?

Assassinate a populist leader.

The mail to both is even.

Well, gimbal.

Gimbal the populist. What, they're going to whack gimbal?

Well, I need to speak to the park urgently.

You don't get to speak to anyone.

You're on lockdown, remember? That came from the park.

OK, let me call flight, then. She told me to not let you communicate with

and to not trust you.

Pretty sure you were there when she said it, so why would she want to call from

you? Well, fuck it, then.

You call her.

You mistake me for someone who takes orders rather than gives them. OK, then

give her a message. What's the message?

Someone is about to try and kill Dennis Gimble.

Evergreen statement.

How?

Abbotsfield, the traffic disruption, now this fucking bomb at the zoo.

They're all part of a destabilisation strategy.

The next on the list is assassinate a populist leader. So right now, we're a

death -con, shit -fuck, bollocks and scramble and the park don't even realise

it.

I embarrass you, so you embarrass me. Is that what you're going for here?

But first of all, you didn't embarrass me. I confiscated your gun.

It's humiliating. So you try and make me look like a fucking prick.

Wells, Wells, just pass on the message.

Seriously, he wouldn't even get up out of his chair if it wasn't important.

I'm old enough to remember when you thought Coe's theory was batshit. You

Yes, but everything you say sounds batshit. It is batshit.

Sit down, old man.

Where is he from?

France.

France? Are you sure?

No.

I asked her where she was from, and she said, I thought it sounded

pretty cool.

I might use that line myself, actually.

Why didn't you tell your co -workers about her?

My last relationship ended badly. I didn't want to jinx it.

Well, your last relationship was with a bot, Roddy.

We think it was profiling you, identifying weaknesses, so that they

manipulate you. Okay, good.

This all sounds very conspiracy theory, so can you just go out there and get

Tara on the phone and we can straighten this all out? Her phone's dead, and

she's not at the address he gave you, which he also gave to the events company

she was working for. In fact, we don't even know if Tara is her real name.

Why would she give me a false name?

You were the honey trapper.

She lied to you.

Manipulated you.

She's trying to extract something from you.

Something about Abbotsfield.

She didn't get anything.

Why, they tried to kill me.

This is what happens when a honey trapper gets a taste of honey

know? The things, they go loco. Yeah, I've seen it before.

It was in that Cindy Crawford flick, I think. She only did a couple of them.

Roddy, you're fighting reality here. No, look, it's rule number one. Never fall

in love with the target, but forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter.

It became a real relationship. She turned against her handlers, risked

everything. I mean, that's why they tried to take my life, to punish her and

women.

But mainly her.

The numbers might be low for the rally.

What, because Gimbal's not appearing?

You think he's more of a draw than me?

No, because the gridlock's still clearing.

And the bomb at the zoo has people on the edge.

Some people are going to stay at home.

Well, they can't, okay? I want a full room. I can't talk to an empty room.

Guard.

Oh, Earthman.

You've changed your hair again.

Yeah, I wanted it to be more distinctive.

Hands on your head.

What's going on? Hey, hey, look at my son. We're arresting him for breaking

a depot and sabotaging the fuel supply.

That is absolutely absurd. What proof do you have?

You just showed us his confession.

Oh, and what I've done.

Unlike you, I've followed my conscience.

No, you've done this to embarrass me. No, you embarrass me.

Okay, what are you doing for my generation?

Look, I told you, we can only go one step at a time on these issues. Look,

you're all talk and no action, Dad.

Okay, there is no time. The planet is dying from plastics.

The last thing we need is another plastic politician.

We shouldn't be here.

Plastic politician!

Berlin was the ultimate lockdown.

Spook Zoo, they called it.

No one ever escaped.

I was a babysitter, fuck -ups.

Much like I am now.

Much like you, Devin.

Except I had some charm and charisma.

Bit of raw sex appeal.

Fuck off.

Star's even the real deal.

Yeah, fucking monsters.

Loved to torture people. Took pride in it.

They had no rules.

No conscience, no compassion.

Yeah, they picked up a Joe of mine.

Brought him in.

Be honest with you. I think I'd rather be crucified than have to go through

you went through.

Where did you get that?

No,

I found it.

Come on. No.

I'm fucking gasping. It's just the one.

No.

There, you want that?

Yeah.

Go on.

You could have joined the stars yourself, you know.

You'd have fit it right in.

No mercy.

Inventive, though.

They could turn anything into a weapon.

Eastern Bloc budgets didn't stretch to blowtorches, so they made their own.

They got an aerosol can and a lighter.

And they burnt all the skin off the soles of his feet and then made him

for days.

Make him put into a bottle.

Then they'd pour it in his mouth and if he didn't swallow it, they'd beat him

around the head with it.

So three days of this, he's on the brink of death.

And the stars he can see that his body will give up before his resolve does.

They'd have happily killed him.

But then they wouldn't have got what they wanted, which was a name.

Stored in the poor bastard's bad head.

So they found his only weakness.

He had met a woman.

Local.

He got on serious.

Maybe not love, but the closest thing a spook can come to it is a fucking lonely

life, Devon.

Sometimes you just...

You know, you just grasp at any spark of perfection.

So I couldn't blame him.

Yeah, they were shacking up together in a safe house.

Got sloppy.

Yeah, anyway.

They brought her in and they worked her over in the same room as him

so he could see her.

But even then, he didn't break.

He refused to give them anything.

Even while they burnt all the skin off of that beautiful face he loved so much.

Even when they beat her in the stomach with a fire extinguisher.

Even when she screamed.

What's that mean?

I'm pregnant.

Fuck.

He begged them to stop hurting her.

He pleaded with them.

But he still wouldn't give them the name.

And it was only when the screams stopped and the woman and the baby, their baby,

were dead, at the start he realised

the only reason he wouldn't give them the name was because he didn't know the

fucking name.

Never had.

Fucking hell.

What'd they do to him then?

Oh, he was free to go.

As we are now.

What?

What the fuck are you doing?

Give me my father.

That's me.

You lot weren't really paying attention for once.

We did ask you nicely.

Fuck you, man.

You'll be thrown out for this.

We've already been thrown out.

Come on, fuckwits.

Oh, I love that we're still fuckwits, even though we just broke out of

Everyone's going to have to type those out again when we get back.

Nope.

Everyone off to the debate.

Debate's cancelled. They're holding separate rallies.

OK,

you go. We can't write. Head to Gimble's is the obvious target. You go to

Jaffrey's, just as a precaution.

Hey, can I get one of those guns?

No, you can't. We're going to need them more than you.

Sam, that story, was that you?

Were you the one being tortured?

Big fucking dance, Dad. I made it up.

Well, I'll go with Shirley, then.

Where are you going?

Away from you.

Did Tara ever ask you about any aspect of your work?

Look, if she was ever tasked with finding anything, that went out the

she fell for the whole lot.

If you are lying...

Or even if some tiny little thing genuinely slipped your mind.

You will be locked away for a very long time in a much nastier and smaller cell

than this.

I'm telling you, she had no interest in me being a spy.

It meant nothing to her. She wasn't even fussed when I showed her I could hack

into the MI5 database.

You did what?

Chill. I was just trying to impress her. Sorry, just to be clear, you showed her

how to enter the MI5 database.

Relax. Yeah, she couldn't replicate it. I've got the fastest fingers in the

West.

You can quote me on that. And was she ever left alone?

No. Never.

Apart from when I went to get the door for the pizza. It's like 20 seconds

But like I said, she wasn't fast.

She loves me for who I am, not what I do.

Did I just hear that right?

He left her on her own with access to our entire database and we have no idea

who she is, what she wants or what she did.

Find her girlfriend and tell IT to check the system for a breach.

strange guy you don't even know my real name

it's a strange guy you've got

to carry a blame in this strange strange guy

you're out on a limb trying hard to get in it's a

strange

Strange.