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"Dear you,
if you're reading these words

"but don't remember
writing them,

"then I'm afraid I've failed.

"You've survived
several immediate threats,

"but you are still in danger.

"Right now, you must find
a safe place, alone,

"somewhere no one will ask
any questions.

"Avoid the cameras,
they can see you everywhere.

Go now."

Going somewhere?

Hey, come here.

Hey!

Hi, do you have a room
for one, please?

For the night?

Name?

My name? Yeah, it's, um...

I put "Jane."

"Time is short, so
we'll focus on the essentials.

"I'm writing these letters
because I received a warning

"from a reliable source.

"And now I'm going
to be attacked,

"though I don't know by whom.

"I know I'm going to survive,
though I don't know how.

"And I know that my memory
is going to be lost...

"erased... forever.

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

"In this envelope,
you'll find two keys.

"The blue key opens a box
containing the tools

"to build a new identity.

"You can walk away from my life

"and start one of your own.

"The red key opens a box
with everything you need

"to return to my old life.

"That life is dangerous.

"It's what landed you here.

"But whichever path you take,
I wish you luck."

"Regardless of your decision,"

"know that your real name
is Myfanwy Alice Thomas."

"'Myfanwy, ' rhymes
with 'Tiffany.'"

Myfanwy.

Myfanwy.

Myfanwy.

Eight?

So far,
all wearing latex gloves.

No IDs, no wallets,
no fingerprint matches.

Cameras were cut,
both sides of the bridge.

We're pulling footage from TFL,

but coverage is patchy at best.

Run interference and keep
an eye out for vultures.

Robert, Claudia, you're with me.

God, I hope this isn't ours.

Detective.

- Linda.
- How can we help?

Hell if I know.

First call pointed
to gang violence.

Victims could have been
killed somewhere else

and dumped here
as some kind of message.

What about terrorism?

Definite possibility.

Chemical weapons?

Forensics team is here,
CTC alerted and on the way.

Good. No,
that's not what happened here.

Disparate injuries with no use
of weapons or external force...

Suggesting an assailant
with the ability...

To inflict
internal injury at a distance.

- Press are here.
- Shit.

It's trending on Twitter
already.

- Ian...
- Give us some time. I'll call you when we know.

Ian, we know. I know.

This is ours.

You can have it.

Can you come again or...

You are relentless.

It's late. You go.

Okay.

Right...

Bollocks! Sorry, I'm sorry.

Shit.

Linda.

Conrad, are we expecting
an American?

Excuse me?

BVA agent, Monica Reed.

Did you invite her?

No, absolutely not.

Well, she's here
asking about a C-Nine

up in Millennium Bridge
last night.

I'm only just hearing about this

and an American is already
on the ground?

I know how you need
your beauty sleep, Conrad.

She's at St. Pancras
waiting for you.

Linda out of her depth again?

Well, tell her to deal
with it herself.

You have important unfinished
business to attend to.

I seem to remember you
finishing... twice.

He's gonna wake up
in a couple of minutes.

To be continued.

Monica, an unexpected pleasure.
Do you need a lift?

Conrad, I was hoping
they'd send you.

Linda wishes she could be here
in person, but she's...

Fuck you. No, she doesn't.

You didn't tell us
you were coming.

It's a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Indeed, your own agency seems
a little surprised you're here.

So how can we be of assistance
to our American allies?

It's actually
how I can help you.

Have you ID'd bodies yet?

The bodies?

Let's not do this, Conrad.

We both want the same thing.

Which is what, exactly?

My guess is,
you haven't ID'd them.

Victim six, I can give you
a name, a file,

full personal history.

Okay, gratefully received.

But I do want something
in return.

Full access
to the investigation,

joint task force,
Anglo-American partnership.

Well, I'm very sorry
that you wasted your trip.

Okay, no task force.

Operations Directorate,

full and active partner
in your investigation.

How about liaison officer,
observational access only,

working out of
the Support Directorate?

And you bring me to the body
right now.

We can always share photos
of the autopsy.

I wanna see in person.

What, I wonder, is so special
about this body?

Is it a tracker?

Tattoo, a chip?

I do hope you won't try
to cut off a finger.

Look, Conrad, I'm not here
to cover up anything.

I just wanna help.

Then I guess we have a deal.

Good morning.
How can I help you?

I'd like access...

Help! Help!

This is a bank vault.
Nobody can hear you.

Why are you doing this?

Because of what you are.

And what you're worth.

Please, please, please, please.

- Hold her still.
- Please.

Please.

Fuck!

Hello?

Two more victims
at the bank, man and woman,

same MO CCTV was disabled.

She was an agency temp,

worked reception
for the past two days

under the name Britta Delvina.

Seems to be an alias.

And the other one?

Nothing yet.

Well, cross-reference
against the Lugat profiles.

They have ties at Mansel Bank.

That's ten bodies in four hours.

Thank you, Alex, I can add.

Okay, where do I start?

Normally, I'd have
planned this all out.

I'm a very organized person.

But time is short.
I'm having to improvise.

So... you should probably know

that dairy makes you break out
like a teenager,

and you are deathly,
deathly allergic to bees.

The rest of what I'm about
to tell you is classified.

If it fell into the wrong hands,

it could have devastating
consequences.

So I'm going to leave it
for you in the safe place.

Keyless entry, and the code
is the same as the alarm.

Welcome.

In here, you'll find all
your personal documents,

spare keys to the car and home,

and enough provisions to hole up
for a few days if you need to.

It's soundproof and has
Tor-encrypted Internet access.

You work for a government
agency called the Checquy.

"Sheck-ay."

We're a secret wing
of British intelligence

that recruit people with...
certain abilities.

You are one of these people,

with the potential to be
a deadly weapon.

By definition,
that puts you in danger.

On the wall are the names and
faces of the people you work with.

As a matter of tradition,

chess pieces are the code names

given to our senior agents.

You are a rook
in the Support Directorate,

so your role is organizational.

These people trust you.
They regard you as an ally.

Linda Farrier is your boss
and mentor.

She's tough, but fucking smart,

probably cares more about you
than anyone else in this place.

Conrad Grantchester
is number two.

He has the power
to alter the atmosphere,

the very air we breathe.

He can elicit the truth
or knock you out cold.

He likes you,
but he's dangerous.

Be careful.

And the Gestalt,
the Checquy's finest agent.

You've known them forever, but their
power is still difficult to grasp.

Remember, speak to one,
you've spoken to all.

You'll see.

Ingrid,
she's your secret weapon,

genius assistant,
competence personified.

And to her left is Claudia,
spin doctor extraordinaire.

The Checquy
is protected by lies,

and someone has to think
of them.

Now, commit these names
to memory...

now.

Now.

Hello.

My nameno, your name...

Myfanwy.

Hello?

It's me, Linda.

Myfanwy.

Yes.

You don't know who I am, do you?

Linda Farrier.

Yes, hello.

Is that what you were wearing
at the bank?

Everything in here,
it's been all over CCTV.

Boots too.

What is happening here?

Who did you meet at the bridge?

I don't know.

Was it a prearranged
meeting, an ambush?

I don't know.

- And at the bank?
- I don't know.

I woke up. There were bodies.
I ran.

And I can tell you
who the prime minister is

and the names of the members
of the royal family

and the president of Belarus
for some reason,

but I can't tell you who I am,

who you are, or what the fuck
is going on.

Please, tell me.

The only thing that I know is that
we need to get you to worknow.

- The Checquy?
- Yes.

Whatever happened at the bridge

has become
an international incident.

You need to be in the office,
or people may wonder.

Right, so just to be clear,

I'm at the center of an international
incident that I have no memory of,

and you want me to act completely
normal in a job I don't know how to do?

You're a bureaucrat,
not a brain surgeon.

Don't talk to anyone,
and you'll be fine.

You don't have a choice.

This isn't a hotel.
You can't just check out.

You're a government asset,
and you need protection.

From who?

Get dressed,
and I'll explain on the way...

I'm not going anywhere.

I only came here because I
thought it might spark a memory...

Myfanwy, this isn't the moment.

But I don't recognize
this life, and I don't want it.

You need to stay calm.
Where are your pills?

These were your idea.

They help you stay calm

and keep others safe.

Now, I realize that this
must be terrifying for you,

but I am not actually
a stranger.

I've known you half your life.

Will you trust me on this
one thing, please?

You can leave now.

When you're ready, put everything
that you've been wearing in the bag,

and I'll have someone
pick it up.

I hope that you
change your mind.

It's the only way
that I can keep you safe.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

It's not me that
you're disappointing.

It's quite literally yourself.

We understand, Jasmine.

We're not here to rush you.

We've only got so many
qualified staff.

Yes, but we're only here
to see the one.

Male, mid-30s,
dark hair, muscular.

Is this your guy?

Could I please do this alone?

No.

I'm not allowed to leave anyone
alone with a body,

under any circumstances.

I'll wait outside...

Leave you to it.

His jawbone was propelled back
into his carotid artery.

The blood asphyxiated him.

His name's Marcus Kevler.

He was one of ours.

Hi, I'm you... no.

Youl'm you. I'm you.

I am you.

Hi, you have probably realized
by now...

that you're special.

God, no. Sod it, no.

Um...

you've probably realized
by now that you're special.

Sod it, no.

Someone is going to attack me
and wipe my memory.

I don't know who,
and I don't know when.

You have to find out
who did this to me and why.

Why would anyone do this to me?

This won't help, though.

Who and why doesn't matter.

If you're watching this,

it's already too late.

I am Myfanwy Thomas,
of the "Sheck... ay."

I am Myfanwy Thomas
of the Checquy.

The truth is in here.
The truth is in here.

The truth is in here.

The truth is in here.
The truth is in...

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Please!

Please, you've gotta let me
in there.

Please, please.

The truth is in here.
The truth is in here.

The truth is in here.
The truth is in here.

About time.
Fur is fucking flying.

I had to make Ingrid
forge your signature

on the HSE shutdown order.

- Everything all right?
- Yes,

just been feeling unwell.

Sor...

Myfanwy... you haven't been
answering the phone.

- Where have you been?
- I got stung by a bee.

I broke out in hives
and practically overdosed

on antihistamines,
slept for 14 hours,

but I'm fine now.
Better, thanks.

So you're up to speed
on the Bankside situation?

Yes, fully up to speed.

Let's talk in your office... now.

Absolutely.

After you.

Myfanwy Thomas? Finally.

- Hi, Monica Reed, BVA.
- Hi.

Um, look, there's been
some kind of mistake.

Maybe on purpose, but they have
me working out of your department,

but putting me in Support
Directorate is bullshit, okay?

So I need you tell Grantchester
that he can't sideline me

by putting me into bookkeeping.

I mean, no offense.

Look, I wanna be based
out of your office,

right in the heart
of this thing.

I work alone.

You work alone? Okay.

Well, who brought you your best

and, at this moment,
only lead you have?

Thank you,
we'll take it from here.

Well, that didn't really
feel sincere.

What are you doing?

Stung by a bee?

Or just hungover and paranoid?

Who have you told? Anyone?

Your vetting officer?

We don't need to make a bureaucratic
mountain out of a mistake.

What happened was intense
andand...

complicated and...

I'm not denying that
I enjoyed it, because I did.

My coat still smells
of rose oil.

But it... it was
a one-time thing.

We were drunk.

It won't...
Itit can't happen again.

Okay. Never again.

Good. Settled.

I meant what I said.

Don't tell your vetting officer,

unless you want to be the one
to explain this.

I didn't think so.

I'm glad we could talk it over
like adults.

It could've been messy.

Yeah, thank goodness.

I was concerned
that you of all people

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

Doctor's calling.

Thank goodness you're here.

We've cleared Suffolk Street and
are spinning the bank closure

through Commissioner Hague's
office,

I've got barricades
on the bridge for another hour

to keep the gawkers back,

and, the court
is convening in ten minutes.

Ggreat, that's all
absolutely, um,

exactly as it should be.

And I heard you lost
your phone again.

I bricked it.

Thanks.

Hey, Ingridlngrid, thanks.
Um, thank you.

You're my secret weapon,
and, um, you have no idea

how much I appreciate
all your help this morning.

"Dear you,
if you're reading this,

"you must have returned
to your job.

"All this time, I thought
my attacker could be anyone,

"but I've learned I was wrong.

"Despite the loyalty
I feel for this agency,

"the good work that it does
in this sinister world,

and the deep history I have
with those who work here..."

"The person who hurt you..."

"Betrayed you...

is right here."

Welcome, Home Secretary.

Linda.

"They know what they did,

but I don't know who they are."

"My best advice to you:

"Don't...

"trust...

anyone."