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Roddy, it's me. I don't expect you to
forgive me, but at least hear me out.

I swear, I didn't know what was going to
happen and I was so scared.

I don't know what to do and where to go.

Call me, please.

Listen to her.

Whoever hears that phone call knows that
she's innocent.

And if she has done anything, it was
done under duress.

I agree.

You do?

I do. But no one else in this building
does.

That's why they sent me.

Yeah, well, what makes you different?

I can hear the love and the conflict and
the regret in her voice.

I recognize it because I've been that
person.

Are you saying you're in love with me
too?

No, I'm saying I once worked undercover.

Honey cover?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that's where I deport you.

So I can tell when it's real and when
it's not.

Like Tara, I fell in love when I
shouldn't have fallen in love.

And that blew my cover.

Did this really happen to Float?

She's playing, isn't she?

You put my target, the person I honey
-trapped, in danger.

And I did the right thing for them.

I brought them in.

And that's what you need to do for Tara.

If you care about her, call her and let
her find her and protect her.

She's in no danger from us. Like you
said, she's done nothing wrong.

But she is in danger from the people
that tried to kill you.

They won't forgive her like you have.

We need to hold her on the line for two
minutes so that we can trace the

location of the call. That way we can
find her and make sure that she's safe.

Roddy? Tara.

Oh my God, Roddy.

Thank God you're safe. I didn't want
anything to happen to you. They promised

they wouldn't hurt you.

I'm just so sorry.

You don't need to apologize to me. The
people who used you, they're the ones

should feel sorry for.

Because they're going to get invited to
a hoedown and that's a dance you don't

walk away from.

You forgive me?

There's nothing to forgive.

But I gave them your address. I lied to
you.

Oh, look, you had to. Just... Next time,
come to me, yeah?

Come to your Godzilla.

They said if I told anyone anything
about them, they would kill me, and then

they can get to me anyway.

I'm just lost, baby. Where do I go?

You need to listen to me, okay?

Always.

I will find you no matter where you go.

And I mean that in the romantic sense,
like Daniel Day -Lewis in The Last of

Mohicans, not Ricardo Montalvo in The
Wrath of Khan.

Okay.

Hang on. Don't use this phone again.
They're trying to trace you.

I used to work here, remember?

And I know it only takes a minute to
trace a phone call.

Since you left, we can do it in 30
seconds.

Misfits and boozers hanging by your
finger now.

You may want to think you got burned at
the stake.

You're foolish, you're foolish, you're
fake.

There's always a hope for this slippery
slope.

Somewhere a ghost of a chain.

To get back in that game and burn up
your shame and death.

With the big boys again.

Well, you two knobheads went to Tara's
address.

Did you check out any of the surrounding
properties?

No. Why?

Yeah, I've got a package for upstairs,
but there's no one answering. Can I buzz

it inside the door?

Go for the greatest hits. You've turned
this city into something wonderful.

Gimble's seat has set it back.

And don't say he refuses to debate you.
Say you want to have a conversation with

him. I need to mention Irfan.

It's a home crowd. They won't expect it.
No.

He's my son. He's probably going to
jail. A terrible thing for me as a

Constantly isn't happening. I mean, I
look detached and afraid.

Okay. Okay, so let's use what you were
saying before.

You're proud of your son's stance and
passion, if not his methods.

Good. Yeah, use some of the emotion that
I'm...

Genuinely feeling stoked with sympathy.

I know that sounds cynical, but that's
the game.

Gimble will certainly use Irfan against
me.

Use her.

What? What now?

Oh, God, that's terrible.

Now Gimble will say that Irfan's got
blood on his hands.

Fucking Irfan. Do you want me to lose?

I do, I do. Just tell Gimble Irfan is
off limits.

Yeah, just one... Come in.

Oh, hello.

Latha, here are the full unredacted
background files on Geoffrey and Gimbal.

Oh, thank you so much. I should have
done this ages ago. I've just been so

because they're busy.

Dirty? I can be very dirty, too.

This once great city is suffering from a
plague again.

And at this time, it's not a plague of
rats.

No, no, this time it's a plague of
illegal immigrants.

Well, I will not let these rats nor
aware the rigging of our national

Oh, come on, that's not good enough.

Well, well, well.

To what do we owe this unexpected
displeasure?

May I come in?

Of course.

I assume you're here to apologize.

Shoes off, if you don't mind.

You didn't ask if my husband was at
home?

No.

No, my line of work, one tends to know
where people are.

It's a perk of the job.

Would you be so good as to inform your
husband I wish to see him?

I'll see if he's free to receive you.

Thank you.

She's not here.

Ta -da!

How did you get out of my house? Much
like you did, through the door. Devon?

Well, she refused to act on some intel,
so I broke out and sent my guys to deal

with it. Should I be worried?

About my guys dealing with it, yeah.

It's clear.

Well, of course it is, you knucklehead.
I didn't just come in and put my feet

up. How did you find this place?

Well, Tara gave a fake address that has
34...

Prior replay, I figured she wouldn't
have wanted to walk fast, so I came to

number 43.

She's not a professional.

And the large amount of takeaway boxes
in the bin outside told me someone

Don't they teach you this shit?

How did you know that we were coming
here? Phone call.

Guess he spooked her.

He told her we were tracing the call.

But you expected that.

He's convinced he's an innocent coercer
into turning on him, but love held out.

Which... To be fair, tracks with how she
was on the call.

Oh, come on, cheer up. Why?

I've lost her. Yeah, she'd be at the one
place she thinks no one will look.

Roddy Ho's flat.

I'm sure that's the last place she'd go.

No, trust me, I feel it in my chakra.

Plus, before she left, she called for a
taxi. I called them back and they gave

me the address. Like I said, not a
professional.

Oh, come on!

Not even a thank you!

I assume I can't ride with you, so I
follow it at my own pace. No, thanks.

sure you can understand why I don't
trust you.

What, unconscious bias?

Look, I just want to isolate Flower
House from whatever the fuck is going

as far as finding out exactly what that
is, we're on the same side.

Fine, but you only observe.

I said five. It's been ten.

Go on, then.

Let the bastard crawl in.

My husband will see you now.

Mr. Whelan can't stay for tea, but he
just dropped by to apologize, darling.

About time.

Um... Actually, I'm not here to
apologize for anything.

What about your smears against my
husband and your sexism against me? I'm

the opposite of a sexist. You excluded
me from a meeting. That was classified.

You just don't like a strong woman. I
do, actually.

Although, um...

It's not altogether how I describe you.

If you came here to beg me not to run
the story, well, I'm sorry to break it

you, but it's not going very well. But
I'm not here to beg you for anything.

I'm here to tell you how it's going to
be.

You're going to withdraw this furious
article about my personal life that has

place in the public domain.

You're in love with a prostitute. I
struck up a conversation, a friendship,

a rather lovely waitress.

Whatever we happen to do in our own time
is our own business.

Isn't it the word? She was a prostitute.
No, she wasn't, actually. No.

She was, um... an escort.

Going to be an escort to pay for her
university fees. So I paid her

fees so she doesn't need to be an
escort.

But you still paid a call girl who,
incidentally, you were also boffing.

Honestly, did... Did you think I'd come
in here if I didn't have a nuclear bomb

in my pocket?

Yes, because tonight, Dennis Gimbel,
this is your life.

Yes.

Dennis Gimbel.

Only, um, you weren't born Dennis
Gimbel, were you?

Were you?

No. No, you weren't. You were born
Dennis Ozil to a Welsh

mother and a Turkish father.

One. Yousef Ozil.

Your father, as you may recall, was here
illegally, working as a waiter.

Your mother, Denise, was a masseuse.

One can only imagine how they met.

Now, sadly, in 1961, she gave you up for
adoption when your father

was arrested, convicted, and sent to
prison for GBH.

Now, obviously, as you can imagine, none
of this is a problem for me at all.

You know, I couldn't care less, really.

But we both know that it's going to be a
very big problem for your supporters

when they find out that your father was
an illegal immigrant and a criminal.

Oh, you've gone awfully quiet, Dodie.

Let's use this little pause.

to remind ourselves about your
university boyfriend, who was chairman

Marxist Society, if you can credit him,
and how when he dumped you, you had him

thrown out of university by planting
cocaine on him.

Hey!

No any more crap from either of you two,
and I will see to it that security

services destroys you and your god
-awful livelihoods in public.

Do I make myself clear?

Do I?

Well, you know, that's, uh... That's
great.

Fucking great!

I'll clean myself up.

I don't hold it against you that you
once dated a Marxist.

I was a young woman, no more than...

See? Got him on tape trying to blackmail
us.

Is it true?

Does it matter?

I've written several columns about how
the Turks are the mongrels of Europe, so

yes, it don't fucking matter!

And even if you don't tell me, you will
tell us.

They all look like murderers.

There's no police outside either.

It's not ideal when there's a death
squad after you.

I'm just talking to myself.

Right,

let's check the sight lines.

It's an auditorium and a stage, so it's
one big sight line.

Oh, you are on. Well, good.

No, they're going to want cover and an
exit.

Maybe they kill him before he gets on
stage.

Wait, why are you still letting them in?
There's too many!

What's the number on your clicker? Well,
at least the security team are top

-notch.

It's going to be from up there. Just
move.

No, no, no, that's too private.

They're going to want to make a
statement.

Everything else they've done has been on
a big canvas.

What?

Earlier you were very dismissive of me.

Now you think it was a conspiracy.

OK, fine, yeah, you were right and I was
wrong.

OK? But I'm telling you, if it's going
to be from anyone... Trust me.

Yeah, you go and check where it's not
going to happen.

stage are unguarded i think that's too
much of a giveaway to be real yeah but

can you just come up here and back me up
that is how this normally works trust

me

Fuck! Don't shoot!

Take it!

Pardon me, but I do like to open a door
for a lady.

No, no, no, no.

No, I'm not staying.

No!

You let us flush her out.

Well, when you've fucked up and I've
saved the day, I'd rather thank you. I'd

like to sit in on the debrief.

You and I will still be in lockdown,
remember?

Go let my guys out of Slough House and
I'll see what Tavon has said. Well,

said it.

What's her name? Wells and Co. need to
clear out their lockers. At least my lot

fuck up on an epic scale.

They're not just running a mill for fuck
-ups like yours.

to sit through his speech.

Little be bland, but inoffensive.

Hold it.

We haven't got you down.

I got a call from maintenance.

Light in the lady's toilet.

Broken.

Why can't maintenance fix it?

They said they didn't have the light.

Look, they have already paid, so it
doesn't bother me if you want me in.

But if the light goes, ladies will be
going in the dark.

Okay, open the bag, please.

Okay, fine.

Should we be worried?

You have the same boots as the ones on
the CCTV from the van.

Combat boots?

Yeah, I know it's mad.

Not necessarily.

Someone was trying to kill Roddy.

You must trust your feelings, Shirley.

Quite calm down. It's a fucking Star
Wars.

Just fix it a light.

We've got food.

Dressing room.

Is Gimble there?

Code.

Hello?

Code!

Thanks, Andrew.

He's just a writer.

I'll keep eyes on him here.

Okay, you stay with him. I'll watch the
crowd.

Right, come on, Dennis.

It's showtime.

Friends, Londoners, countrymen, lend me
your votes.

It's time.

Let me tell you, it's time for change.

This city is in chaos.

Women have popped out. The mayor... The

mayor's son is a terrorist who blew up
cars and killed a woman. But this rot is

national.

Is the light working OK in there?

Yeah, why?

Yes?

There's nothing wrong with the toilet
light.

Oh, God.

I'm going to look for him upstairs.

Dr. Jack will get my food.

It's too late.

Let's get a look at that.

London

isn't

Somali.

London isn't Polish.

Gypsies.

Travelers. Actually, the French.

Europeans, all Europeans.

London isn't Bengali.

London isn't even Irish, despite what
our friends in Kilburn would have us

believe.

Oh, yeah, that's a keeper.

But I've got news for you.

I've got news for our opponents, too. In
fact, I've got news for the whole

world.

We are taking our city back.

Vikramacharya, he came to this country
in 1968.

He made his home in this city.

He was a much -loved, valued member of
the party.

Gave his life for it.

For the dream of a wonderful city.

We will never...

given to hate.

Love and hate are on the banner of this
election.

Vote love.

Vocally, to wake up and realise, London
is British.

But I'm not.

I'm not.

Fucking hell.

I now propose that we stand for a
minute's silence in memory of Vikram

and the ten other people who lost their
lives to death today.

London is a family.

I agree with my father -in -law, who
doesn't want a greener planet, but that

doesn't mean I approve of his methods.

If this is my generation, and let him
and his generation do such extreme

then we have to hold up our hands and do
better.

Whatever the outcome, I'm a fan.

I love you, and I'll never turn you
away.

You need to evacuate your boat.

You need to evacuate your boat.

You need to evacuate your boat.

Come on, you've been down before.

Maybe they'll never find out.

Of course they're going to fucking find
out, you moron. Gimble, I asked you for

a face -to -face. Not now.

Yes, now.

Irfan killed a little old lady.

That's a gift. Mr. Mayor, let's leave
families out, it's all right. Oh, come

pal. The mayor's murderous son is just
too good a target to pass up.

Oh, actually, that's rather good, isn't
it? The mayor's murderous son.

Mr. Gimble, that's low.

Even for you. Oh, come on. As if you
wouldn't use it if it was the other way

around. It's a little fucking
kryptonite. You know, I never attacked

family. Well, why would you?

No murderers in my family.

How do your family feel about you?

Are your parents proud of you?

Don't mention my parents.

You calling the mayor's son a murderer
is dangerous.

Anything?

He's getting into it.

With a man outside the stage door.

If I'm to go to

prison, your talk will get him hurt.

Well, you'd know all about that,
wouldn't you? Listen, I'm trying to get

to you.

Sounds to me like you're trying to
threaten me.

You're not always referred to type.

Am I not?

Yeah. You can't wait to give in to your
animal passion.

What are you doing?

Who the fuck are we? They're my five
dickheads.

What?

Carl!

Fucking help me!

What the fuck is that?

Calm down, all right?

Sorry about that. The man's an absolute
idiot.

Thanks for your help. It's good to see
the bulldog spirits alive in the younger

generation. I know my father would have
been a threat to you.

Yeah, probably from you doing the deep
state dirty work. Oh, do fuck off.

What did you just do?

I just came down the ladder. What did
you just do?

I don't know.

Yeah, he really is dead, isn't he?

I think this is recording.

Yeah, he really is dead, isn't he?

I think this is recording.

Should we...

Thank you.

Thank

you.

Strange guy.

Strange. You don't even know my

real name.

This is strange.