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ROBERT: Previously on The Rook...

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

MYFANWY: "If you're reading these words

"but don't remember writing them,

then I'm afraid I've failed."

Do you know about my pills?

LINDA: They help you stay in control.

BOTH: I was concerned that you,
of all people,

wouldn't be able to keep
your emotions in check.

LINDA: Like all rare
and valuable things,

EVAs are trafficked, they're stolen.

They're smuggled, traded.

- And I'm one of them?
- Yes.

- What's that you've got there?
- It's fulgurite.

CONRAD: I've identified the target.

Who was it?

CONRAD: Myfanwy Thomas.

MYFANWY: "And I know that
my memory is going to be lost,

"so I've decided
to give you a choice.

Two keys."

[AIR HISSES]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

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[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

[ELECTRICITY HUMMING]

♪♪

[GASPING]

[SQUAWKS]

[TAPPING]

[SQUAWKS]

Fuck it.

♪♪

[MOUSE CLICK]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

NARRATOR: I found this footage in a box

of my dad's stuff when he died.

He was some sort
of government psychiatrist.

My mum thinks he might have
worked for the Checquy.

I assume that these are some kids

with Extreme Variant Abilities.

EVAs don't always manifest as children.

Some of them display their
first sign of varied power

much later in life,
in their 20s and even 30s.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Oh, so this is interesting.

This is the quadruplet
hive mind as a child.

Check out subheading/quad-sightings.

The shared consciousness.

They're all the same age,

but two of them appear to be identical,

while the other two fraternal.

Imagine being their parents.

Finding your infants crawling
and crying in unison.

And here they are after
they were groomed.

♪♪

The general consensus is the Checquy

intentionally differentiated them

to perform various tasks simultaneously

so they'd be a better asset.

The agency is all about using these EVAs

for their own benefit,
but they sell it as, like...

They're helping them.

Discovered just hours apart

and within walking
distance of each other,

it is still unclear whether
victims at Mansel Bank

have any connection to the crime scene

at the Millennium Bridge.

Details suggest the
eight people found dead

may be connected to an
unidentified religious cult.

With the Metropolitan Police

only releasing limited
information on the case,

pressure is mounting on authorities

to confirm the identities of the victims

the press is now
calling the "Tate Eight."

♪♪

- 50 fucking...
- ... from the Prime Minister.

Many consider these high profile murders

a test of Ms. Birch,
and are watching closely

for some indication of
her ability to manage...

- Home Secretary.
- Thank you.

My understanding is that
the purpose of a cover story

is to minimize press attention.

Mm, more to change the conversation.

Gloria picked a story almost
as implausible as the truth.

I like cult suicide.

Would you prefer something
more sensational?

I'd prefer you brought
the big guns in on this.

Claudia's in over her head.

I'll notify Chevalier Wulff.

When were you going to tell me that...

... Myfanwy Thomas is our rogue EVA?

A senior court member going
off like a nuclear bomb

right under your nose,
and you obfuscated.

Uh, I had good reason
not to inform you myself.

Uh, I assumed that you'd
want to maintain deniability.

I'll decide what I deny.

Since when did Rook Thomas do anything

outside her very limited set of skills?

[SCOFFS]

I admit that it... It was a surprise,

but I believe that her actions
were entirely justified.

We have her safely contained.

She's manifesting in ways
that we'd always hoped.

She might have picked somewhere
less conspicuous to blossom.

I was hoping to use this
as an opportunity

to encourage retraining,

but she's mortified.

I don't think it's going
to happen anytime soon.

So all this mess, and nothing in return.

We'll get it cleaned up.

It's just going to take some time

while my departments are overstretched.

Don't even think about a
request to the Treasury.

It's hard enough
to justify Checquy funds

when no one has
any idea you people exist.

This story needs to be put
to bed within 24 hours,

or I'm afraid it won't be
your mess to mop up anymore.

Understood.

I just had an illuminating meeting

with the Home Secretary
and her straightening iron.

- A dynamic she quite enjoys.
- She does?

You seem to have intimate knowledge.

Look, about Myfanwy, uh,
and the bridge, I really...

No, I owe you the apology.

And I just wanted to let you know

that I'm fully up to speed
and to thank you

for bringing me some clarity.

Linda, this is really
a delicate situation.

My thoughts exactly.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

[TIRES SCREECH]

[KEYS JANGLE]

[ALARM BEEPS]

[PHONE BUZZES]

- Hello?
- LINDA: Grantchester knows.

About my memory?

No. I'm talking about
the bridge and the bank.

Steer clear of him today.
He'll only ask more questions.

Listen, I'm in my car park.
I think I'm being watched.

LINDA: Have you taken your pills?

- Yeah.
- LINDA: Listen to me.

Don't go back in the building.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Fuck, I can't anyway.

Exit to the street.

Walk west.

Walk, don't run.

♪♪

[SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE]

I'm still here, by the way.

LINDA: Stay calm.

They're following me.

- LINDA: How many do you see?
- Two.

LINDA: And what do they look like?

- Men that want to kill me.
- LINDA: Listen to me.

Head to your nearest underground.

Well, I could just go into one of the...

LINDA: Myfanwy, Victoria line, north.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪♪

Myfanwy?

Get on the train.

And head north. Go!

[VULTURE COUGHS]

[DISTORTED WHOOSHING]

[HISSING]

[SOFT MUSIC]

♪♪

[TRAIN BEEPING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

[GRUNTING]

[CLAMORING]

Please, everyone, stay calm!

[TRAIN BEEPING]

[MUFFLED SHOT]

[SCREAMING]

♪♪

[PHONE RINGING]

All social media references
to the bridge and the bank

need to be tagged
and categorized by topic.

Any photographs should
be sent to my Dropbox.

- Morning, all.
- ALL: Good morning.

So we need to compile a list
of any emerging theories,

and, above all, do not engage
with these people directly.

Understand? They're fucking insane.

Got it.

Do you need me
to go through and note these?

No need; I read them
on the treadmill this morning.

Danielle, thank God you're here.

- Where have you been?
- Well, I just got back

from Palawan on Saturday.

Believe it or not, they've even got

conspiracy theorists there too.

I'm afraid some of ours are dancing

dangerously close to the truth.

- Hm.
- There's a forum discussion

all about the fulgurites.

Those ionized crystals
all over the floor.

They'll forget all about them
once our cover story's in place.

I'll hijack the discussion
into an in-depth analysis

of sedimentary versus metamorphic rock.

It will kill them with boredom.

That will keep it out the mainstream.

- So far, so good.
- Nice to have you back.

Thank you.

Conrad.

Wulff!

I heard a rumor that your hand
might be taking the wheel.

- As usual, the rumor is true.
- Please, come in, come in.

Have you seen the proposed
headline for tomorrow?

Yes, already made the call.
They're pulling the story.

Oh, thank God.

That editor's a nasty fucker.

- I know, we went to the same school.
- Hm.

Well, thanks for getting ahead of it.

- Can always count on you.
- Always.

You got a nice view of the Magpies.

With a good aim,
we could just about hit them.

Lob some soap.

Twice the normal crowd
camped out front today.

Ingrid calls them conspiracy theorists

who just happen to be right.

- [MAN CLEARS THROAT]
- [KNOCKING]

Yes?

Kyle Miller,

Vetting Department.

A word?

About what?

The meeting regarding your
undisclosed romantic liaison.

Any relationship must
be formally disclosed

- under Rule 143...
- Yes, I'm aware of the policy.

And you can dispute the
claim at the meeting.

I'm aware of that policy as well.

Who made the report?

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

I need an alias.

I'm rich, probably
in property investments.

The type that buys art at auction.

I need documentation, a car,
and full background cover.

Oh, and I also need 50,000 pounds

or quids or bits or
whatever it is you call it.

I can't pay you back,
but you will thank me in the end.

Use crypto-currency on this drive.

It's completely anonymous.

- Where did you find this?
- It belonged to Marcus Kevler.

An American.

Lugat uses hardware like
this to buy and sell EVAs.

I'm taking over
Marcus's role as middle man.

What? No one will ever know.

If I give you the password,

then you can just transfer the money.

I've already set up the app.

Maybe this is a request for
your assistant in America.

Well, he's sleeping,
because he's in America.

I work for Rook Thomas.

I think I have things
figured out around here.

Myfanwy Thomas shows up
whenever she feels inclined.

Meanwhile, you and I,
we're here busting our ass,

working 24/7, really... Oh, crap, sorry.

Oh!

Hey, good looking guy.

- My brother.
- Yeah?

Part of a cop family?

He was killed in a Vulture raid.

Fucking cunts.

[SOFT MUSIC]

♪♪

Sorry.

Do you have any pictures of your Marcus?

I'm assuming you mean his face.

He looks like a nice guy.

I'm sorry for your loss as well.

That was a close call. You'll be okay.

I don't know where
you're getting that idea.

What have you done
to stir up the Vultures?

I'm not saying it's your fault,

and I shouldn't have had
a go at you last night.

Things are weird around here.

Farrier ordered me to
track you this morning.

Well, I suppose under the circumstances,

- that was a good thing.
- I know something's going on.

Something's different with you.

If you say so.

[DOOR BEEPS]

I know so.

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

[GROANS WEAKLY]

Are you okay?

What is it?

It's nothing, I was shot.
Eliza's in the infirmary.

[EXHALES]

Hi. I thought you might want...

are you...

I told you, it's nothing.

[EXHALES]

- It was only a sedative.
- Yeah.

Still, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Don't be sorry. It's my job.

You're incredible.

So are you.

[INHALES]

About what happened between us...

the other night. I mean,
I know you said it was a mistake.

I don't make mistakes.

[SOFT MUSIC]

♪♪

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

Stats look good.

Just need to sign you out.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

[MOUSE CLICKS]

- Look.
- What?

A Vulture we captured.

Peter Van Syoc.

Known member of the Lugat.

Technically, he's still dead.

Do you mean dead again?

He's a form of extremophile,
similar to a tardigrade.

A creature which can suspend animation.

Voluntarily shutdown all life processes.

Heart rate, respiration,

when threatened
by the external environment.

- I'll wake him up.
- No need.

Clearly, he's our missing EVA target.

May we please have the room?

[DOOR CLOSES]

You know my value here,
don't you, Linda?

In this particular situation,
or in general?

Both.

I do.

[SOFT MUSIC]

All right, he's yours.

But you know this man is Lugat.

We need to maintain a united front.

I would have it no other way.

♪♪

Thank you.

[PHONE BUZZES]

[PHONE BUZZES]

[BRIGHT VIOLIN MUSIC]

♪♪

- Hello.
- Name and identification?

Thank you.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

I sent a link to pay the fee.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Buyers pay $50,000.

Once it clears,
you're registered to bid.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

- Thank you.
- Good luck.

Welcome to Forsythe's New
Contemporaries Art Collection.

It's a joy seeing
so many familiar faces.

Right.

Let's get to it.

Lot one. Entitled "Neodymium,"

in reference to
the rare metallic element

with the power of magnetism.

Starting bid...

£1 million.

One million. Do I hear £1 1/2 million?

Thank you, £1 1/2 million.

Any interest at £2 million?

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

[GASPS]

[COUGHING]

[YELLS]

[BREATHING AGGRESSIVELY]

Relax.

Remain calm, remain calm.

It's just a mild irritant to wake you up

and make you looser with the truth.

But if you fight it...

[SOFT MUSIC]

[GRUNTING]

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

[GRUNTS]

[WHEEZES]

♪♪

[YELLS]

AUCTIONEER: Lot number three,
entitled "Fugue."

Described as an exploration
of personal amnesia.

Starting the bid at £1 million.

Two.

£2 million?

Three. £3 million.

£4 million. £4 million.

£5 million.

Thank you, £5 million.

Six, six?

Yes, Bianca has £6 million. Seven?

£7 million.

Robin, are you...

Yes, £7 million. £7 million.

Ten, ten is offered here. Thank you.

Still interest?

Bianca, do you have...

[TENSE MUSIC]

£30 million?

[CROWD GASPS]

30. £30 million.

35. £35 million.

40? 40?

£40 million. £45 million.

Do I hear £45 million?

45 from the gentleman right here.

£50 million?

£50 million? 50?

Sold to the gentleman for £45 million.

[PHONE BUZZES]

[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]

Moving on now to lot number four,
"Deep Blue Harbor."

Sophie Abbot's vivid...

- I see you're the seller.
- Starting the bidding...

So much for anonymity.

May I buy you a drink?

[LAUGHS]

[VOCALIZES]

CONRAD: What's your name?

[TENSE MUSIC]

Uh...

[CHUCKLES]

Peter Mees Van Syoc.

- From?
- Eindhoven.

[LAUGHS]

North Brabant, yeah.

- And you were recruited by...
- Lugat, ten long years ago.

Good, good. Tell me, Peter.

What do you want with my Rook?

Oh, uh...

[LAUGHS]

Yeah.

Well, she could be
valuable, in the right hands.

You failed to bring her
to her full potential.

- So Lorik instructed you to...
- I... Lorik's lazy, man.

He's lazy. I don't need his instruction.

I know when to carpe the diem, so... no.

♪♪

Your talents are unique.

Perhaps in exchange for
the right information,

they could be put to better use.

Oh, come on, spare me
the recruiting manual.

You prefer a life of crime?

[INHALES]

What are you?

No, I'm serious.

[LAUGHS]

What are you?

Are you a instrument for justice, huh?

Oh, and they give you fancy clothes,

give you a car,
give you a place to live.

Give you a role.

Make you feel included.

Is that right?

Is that what you feel, huh?

Yeah, man.

[EXHALES] They do
anything to distract you

from the fact that you're
a slave to the state.

I tend to pay no heed to lectures

from human traffickers.

You're a fucking hypocrite!

You know what you do?

You rip children away
from their families.

And yet, you call me the Vulture.

Condescending to the proletariat.

Spare me the revolution manual.

Hey. [LAUGHS]

Revolution is inevitable.

Oh, and who's gonna lead it, Peter?

- You?
- Mm.

You had more charisma as a corpse.

[DOOR BUZZES]

[GROANS]

This is over.

Take him to the Box,
and I want the tape.

Oh. Is that your boss?

Hi, boss.

Uh, Linda, it may appear
that this session...

We have what we need.

PETER: ♪ The murder shoot, here I am ♪

[EXHALES]

Tell me about the most unusual
EVA you've encountered.

There must be
some rarities in your country.

I knew one who had enhanced
sensory perception.

Could see for miles.

He could hear a whisper in a crowd.

Didn't want to be in his crosshairs.

- How did you...
- Prize him out?

Didn't need to.

We worked together.

- Against his own?
- I know.

Who does that, right?

So tell me, Gordon.

What do you plan to do
with your acquisition?

Well, each case calls
for different treatment.

Some turn a profit on loan.

Others, we keep for personal use.

You have something.

I know they say
you can't tell by looking, but...

I've developed a nose for it.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

Can I tell you a secret?

I can fly.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Oh, you should have
seen the look on your face.

Let's say we skip the formalities.

You're the seller.

Take me to the drop site yourself.

After, I'll take you home.

There's so much I want to show you.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Ah, here's the drop right now.

Come with.

You could stay the night.

Oh, wish I could,

but I've got to get to
Patagonia on the red eye.

Oh.

[EXHALES]

Until next time.

You don't know what you're missing.

[CHUCKLES]

[EXHALES]

[PHONE RINGS]

Oh, Myfanwy, I've got
forms for you to sign.

Okay. Sign...

this, this...

this.

Oh, and you'll like this one.

- What is it?
- Vehicle Depot

is querying Gestalt's Range Rover.

Teddy scraped it all down
one side and broke the axle.

- When?
- This morning,

when you were in the infirmary.

Oh, and uh, the courier brought

what you needed from
the chemist, your pills.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way,
that American is using us.

Bled us for £50,000 today.

Oh, speaking of which,

look at the time.
I've got to call accounting.

- Ingrid?
- Mm-hmm?

The detainee, Van Syoc, where is he now?

In the Box, where he belongs.

That doesn't mean you're
considering a visit...

Thank you, Ingrid.

[SOFT MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Rook Thomas, have you read the review?

Yes, I just have a few more questions.

Cell Four, I've been ordered to
keep this one fully restrained.

- Shall I accompany you?
- That won't be necessary.

Thank you.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

[BEEPING]

[BUZZING]

What do you want from me?

How much of your memory is gone?

All of it?

Some of it?

You were at the bridge.

What's your mother's name?

Can't even picture your own mother?

You really have nothing left.

No history.

Not a scrap of familial comfort.

[LAUGHS]

You know, you're of no use to anyone.

Not that you were
worth a lot to begin with.

You've come at me three times.

And three times, you've failed.

I may not remember much,
but I do remember what I did to you.

[YELLS]

This morning, you ran from me
like a scared little girl.

And now, you're all chained up,
and I'm still here, unchained,

completely in control
of what happens next.

And this time, I promise,
you will not be coming back.

So I'm gonna ask you once more.

What did you want from me?

[TENSE MUSIC]

To finish the job.

Sell you at auction.

- You were going to sell me?
- No, at first, Zef said

"Don't bother, they... they broke her

like a twig a long time ago."

But I told them that's the point.

The buyer will see the potential.

You know, who's going to stop us?

[LAUGHS]

Your superiors were fine
to hand you over

without a kiss good-bye.

Who?

Them.

All of them.

No one cared.

Well, it appears
they've changed their minds.

Uh... [LAUGHS]

I wouldn't be so sure.

You may have forgotten,
but they remember.

All of it, all the things
they did to break you.

[PAD BEEPS]

Ask them about Glengrove... and Bristol.

♪♪

None of this ever would have happened!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

And I know shouldn't have been...

Why?

You have every right to know

what that animal wanted with you.

- What'd he say?
- He kept saying things to unsettle me.

- About what?
- Glengrove.

Sorry.

I have nightmares about that place.

Yeah, we all do.

Our minds weren't our own,
but it's okay now.

It's all in the past.

♪♪

♪♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Good morning.

Thanks to the excellent work
of the Metropolitan Pol...

[SOFT MUSIC]

Try that.

Are we okay?

Let's go again.

- [CLEARS THROAT]
- Okay.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Thanks to the excellent work
of the Metropolitan Police,

we have established
that the tragic events

of the Millennium Bridge Murders

were indeed the suicide of eight members

of a registered religious organization

known as The Hanneke.

We have their leader, Peter Van Syoc,

remanded in custody.

Van Syoc has given a full confession...

- Make her stop.
- Let me find a break.

Just cut her off.

Let's hear our scapegoat's
official confession.

PETER: They give you stuff,
too, don't they?

Give you a role.

Make you feel, uh, included.

They do anything to distract you

from the fact that you're
a slave to the state.

Condescending to the proletariat.

Hey, revolution is inevitable.

It's brilliant, really.

You weren't tempted
to drink the Kool-Aid,

- were you, comrade?
- No more than usual.

[LAUGHS]

And just so you know,
I fully intend to cooperate

with the Vetting office.

Good.

Uh, your transparency is appreciated.

[SIGHS]

♪♪

The camera loves her, doesn't it?

[DOOR OPENS]

♪♪

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

[SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE]

[AMBIENT MUSIC]

♪♪

♪♪

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

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