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Previously on "The Rook"...

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

"The red key opens a box with everything you need

"to return to my old life.

The blue key opens a box with a new identity."

This is the quadruplet hive mind,

the shared consciousness.

What happened between us...

I mean, I know you said it was a mistake.

I don't make mistakes.

What did you want from me?

Sell you at auction.

Lot number three, sold.

Here's the drop right now.

Grantchester knows.

About my memory?

No, I'm talking about the bridge.

I don't know why she protects you.

Like it's Bristol all over again.

Ask them about Bristol.

You're still in danger from yourself.

I need to know who I am.

Why have you got a cheese label on your wall?

I like cheese.

Is this a tactic?

I don't know what you mean.

Having me sit here and watch you read.

It's odd.

Apologies, your chart only just arrived.

I had meant to read it in advance.

I won't charge you for the visit.

I'm sure Her Majesty's Government

will have that covered.

It was a joke.

But yours was better.

I'm really not crazy or depressed.

Or whatever else it was she said about me.

She didn't say you were crazy or depressed.

Well, then why am I here?

I see you've tried multiple modalities.

Sound.

Startle response, vasovagal stimulation.

None of it works, and I don't know why

Linda thinks a psychiatrist is going to help.

Emotional balance isn't the Checquy's strong suit,

but at some level, they do understand its importance

in the big picture.

Thing is, I can't do it on command.

Ever.

It was a fluke.

A mistake.

Okay.

"Okay"?

I'm not here to teach you tricks.

And honestly, I don't care

about your transdermal neuro-whatever.

I'm a therapist.

This is your time.

Figure out what you want from it.

I want to go home.

- So go. - Oh, don't fuck with me.

Look, what's happened to you is an incredible opportunity.

Glengrove House has the potential

to change your life in ways

I'm sure you can't even begin to dream of.

- Come on!

Are you kidding me? God damn it!

Hey, have you broken down?

He's got a gun!

Shit.

Fuck!

- Morning. - Sorry I'm late.

Uh, what'd I miss?

I took care of the rest,

but these are red band, eyes only.

- Can I get you anything? - I could murder a coffee.

Since when do you drink caffeine?

Well, just been nonstop since the bridge.

I'll be freebasing cocaine by the end of the week.

Oh, I'm gonna need access to the Glengrove House files.

Really? Why?

A lead on one of the dead Lugat.

Of course. I'll contact Archives.

Let me know when they're ready.

Mm-hmm.

What was panic and chaos earlier, seems to be dissipating

and a large police presence has taken command of the scene.

A vehicle transporting an EVA

after auction was abandoned,

and the cargo went missing.

Police have arrested two Russians near the van.

Monica's bringing them in for questioning.

Why isn't this on the panic lines?

I've redesignated it for the time being.

And what's Monica got to do with it?

Ask her.

Oh, and turn off the cameras in interrogation.

Nobody needs to know about this now.

Why the secrecy?

Why the questions?

If anyone should understand compartmentalization,

Gestalt, it's you.

Question the Russians, find the EVA,

and call me when it's done.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Actually a little snowed under. Can it wait?

I've been turning something over in my head,

going around and around all night,

and I just can't seem to puzzle it out.

Why you?

"Why me," what?

In all their years of trafficking EVAs,

the Lugat have never come after a serving Checquy officer.

And then...

out of nowhere, they do it three times in three days.

And not to kidnap a field agent or an undercover operative...

They come for you.

Why do you think that is?

I can honestly say I have no idea.

You never saw these assailants before any of these attacks?

- Never. - Never spoke to them alone?

- Met in private? - No.

But you did speak to Peter...

alone.

Yesterday, in his cell.

After you disabled all the security cameras.

I went down there to ask him

the same questions that you have.

Turns out he just wanted to insult me.

Nothing useful.

Nothing at all?

No, just more antiestablishment ranting.

Myfanwy, if you're in some kind of trouble

with the Lugat Syndicate,

I flatter myself that I would be able to help.

All you would ever have to do is ask.

Archives are ready.

Great, I am on my way.

We're not done here.

Look, I'm really sorry, but I have to go.

Believe me, there's nothing more to tell.

I'm just as bewildered by all of this as you are.

Okay.

Ms. Thomas?

No food, no drink,

no moisture, no heat.

No relocation

or removal of any item

without the express permission of myself

or a member of the manuscript team.

Got it.

Here.

My team did extraordinary work

salvaging the records after the fire.

Everything is arranged alphabetically

by doctor's name.

Abraham, Bristol, Cutler,

et cetera, et cetera.

- Bristol? - Yes.

The, uh, investigators are all here.

Very user-friendly.

- Thank you. - I'll leave you to it.

Fuck.

What are you looking for?

Hi.

Um, just doing some research.

What are you doing down here?

Looking for you.

I may have a problem.

Depends how we play it.

I have to file a report

on the Jeep I damaged yesterday.

While we were doing...

whatever it was we were doing.

Cut that out, or I'm gonna have to kick you

in all four of your testicles.

Does it really take two of you

to come down here and ask me a question?

The more bodies I have around you,

the more it seems to dilute the effect you have on me.

I have an effect on you?

It's not funny.

I crashed a fucking car.

That never happened before.

I can either lie to the vehicle depot...

Or I could tell them the truth.

I was kissing you.

You know, I thought I should ask first.

Do you...

want to come clean?

Or do we keep this...

unofficial?

What do you want?

I think if yesterday was anything to go by...

You mess with my head.

Destroy my ability to...

compartmentalize.

And if I can't compartmentalize...

I can't do my job.

That's a big risk.

Maybe we should take it slow.

Stay under the radar.

For now.

Bad habit.

We talked about this.

Let it lie.

And leave Andrew Bristol to his creepy fucking birds.

Look, Ingrid, I trust you to make

these decisions on my behalf.

Yes, that's fine.

Yes, thanks. I'll be back as soon as I can.

I don't suppose you guys have any vodka?

Not until you explain where you found them.

And why you've been hoarding intelligence.

Bad decision.

We could have helped you.

You fucks are so far behind, it's not even funny.

Just a minute.

Holy shit.

Hi.

Hi.

It's been a long time.

Are you Dr. Andrew Bristol?

What?

You know me? Um, we know each other?

Myfanwy, w-what's going on?

I don't know. I was hoping you could help me.

Please help me.

Can I come up?

It's... it's pure biographical memory loss.

No other neurological impairment?

Don't think so.

And you've absolutely no idea how this happened?

Well, I, uh... what I do know is that I was involved

in some sort of "Bristol Incident,"

which, naturally, I assumed occurred in Bristol,

and that's pretty much fucked me up.

But then I discovered that I was a patient

at a vanishing mental hospital

that happened to have a Dr. Andrew Bristol on staff.

So now I'm thinking it-it's a person; it's you.

Why?

Because I've got glass birds from this fucking shop

all over my flat.

Sorry, um...

I sound deranged.

About a week ago...

I received this.

I didn't open it, but...

I did recognize your handwriting.

Seems like you knew you'd end up here.

I'll be out back.

"Dear you, if you're reading this,

"then you've opened a door which is better left closed.

"Turn around right now.

"Walk away and never look back.

"Trust me.

Run."

What was in your letter?

That you are somehow connected

to why my memory was erased.

No, I don't...

I need you to tell me everything that happened.

Every single thing.

Does anyone at the Checquy know you're here?

Why would that matter?

Fuck.

Okay.

It's only fair.

Come with me.

Where the fuck are you going?

To find the missing EVA.

You go and eat caviar with your new friends.

Yeah, no fucking way.

I'm the only one who know what he-she-it is doing.

You wouldn't know anything about this EVA

if it wasn't for me.

The EVA who you watched being sold at an auction...

Yeah, that shit was crazy...

Then allowed to escape in broad daylight

but can't describe.

Believe it or not, I was focused

on the guys with guns.

And at least I was there.

I tailed this van through this horrible tangle of streets,

and whoever invented roundabouts should be shot.

Suffice it to say, I've been ahead of you every step of the way.

You got ahead because you were protecting

your dead Vulture boyfriend.

He was not a Vulture.

And technically, the seller was Lugat.

So Marcus was Lugat.

No, he was spying on the Lugat.

Ah.

When you kidnap EVAs and sell them

to the highest bidder, that's not being a spy.

That's being a Vulture.

I'll find him first, and you know it.

Wait.

Let's go.

How long was I your patient for?

About a year and a half.

You were having trouble accessing your EVA,

and they thought that talking to me

might help you sort that out.

What's all that?

Remnants of my past.

Why did you stop practicing?

Uh...

I guess I got sick of listening to other people's problems all day.

Isn't that the definition of psychiatry?

Well, I somehow thought the work would be more aspirational,

like I would be able to...

help people tap into their best selves.

Naive notion, really.

What?

Nothing.

Found it.

Let's take it upstairs, shall we?

My aunt died and left me that shop.

My wife wanted me to get rid of it,

I wanted to keep it, so in the end, we compromised.

She got rid of me.

I took it all as a sign that it was time for a change.

Have a seat.

Well, those are my notes on you.

Says here I was in quarantine.

Yeah, your presenting issue

was quite powerful.

You knocked out both your parents

and a few paramedics.

They had no idea what you were capable of.

What do you mean, knocked out?

- Did I... - Kill them?

No, no, no, no, no.

But they'd never seen anything like it.

So, um, Glengrove was a hospital for EVAs?

Well, there was a medical wing, but it was more than that.

It was an assessment and training facility

for the Checquy.

You were their most exciting find in years.

The target is male

with dark hair and a yellow jacket.

Facial recognition's a dead end.

We're tracking him manually.

- You got a location? - Not yet.

He's heading south towards London Bridge.

Drive towards the river.

Analyze the footage in the two-mile radius.

Apparently you have a thing with birds.

Well, it's better than rats.

You ready?

Okay, go.

Told you.

Can't do it.

You can.

Hold it there.

Incredible.

You fucking rock star.

Look, I know that looks, uh, weird,

but given that your EVA had presented after a fall,

we thought it might have been triggered

by physical pain.

Was it?

It was a theory, but it didn't hold.

Pain wasn't the key.

So what worked?

In the end...

Nothing.

But I'm doing it in the video.

I mean nothing that stuck.

You couldn't reliably deploy.

That's... that's why you're a bureaucrat.

What's with the cheese poster?

You hungry?

Sure.

Double espresso.

Thank you.

- Why do you do that? - Do what?

Pretend to have different tastes in coffee.

I mean, it's all you, right? Why the pretense?

The illusion of distinct personalities

puts other people at their ease.

Which allows me to hide in plain sight.

Kinda creeps me out, so, you know,

don't do it for my benefit.

Understood.

We got him.

Target may be armed. Do not approach.

Bravo Seven from Sierra Five.

Bravo Seven from Sierra Five. Target in sight.

Received, Sierra Five. Bravo Seven en route.

Maintain eyes, but do not approach.

Repeat, do not approach.

Negative, Bravo Seven. I can apprehend.

Skinny little fucker.

Over.

Negative, Sierra Five. Stand back.

I repeat, stand back! Acknowledge, over.

Sierra Five, acknowledge, over.

Sierra Five.

Sierra Five!

Guys!

- Where's the target? - Which way did he go?

Who are you?

It's none of your business, fuckbag. Where is he?

Where am I right now? Did you bring me here?

Fuck.

Oh. Hello.

Your assistant said you'd be back in a second.

I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

I went to Myfanwy's apartment this morning.

Had a look around.

Y-you what?

She has a key to a safe deposit box

in the Lugat Bank.

For fuck's sake, Conrad, what are you doing?

I'm trying to get some answers.

By breaking into her flat?

You're not listening.

What is Myfanwy's business with the Lugat?

Oh, God, stop jumping to conclusions.

It's hardly jumping to conclusions.

You've always been her protector.

This wouldn't be the first time you've covered for her.

Oh, Jesus, Conrad, I'm not covering for anyone.

Out of respect for our friendship,

our years of history working together,

I am asking you to be straight with me now.

Linda.

What the fuck is going on?

You can tell me. I could help.

Despite our differences,

we're supposed to be on the same side.

And we are.

You know that...

I do appreciate everything that you're saying.

And I am grateful for you.

But I have honestly told you everything that I know.

So I'm a bureaucrat.

Big deal.

Why is it that everyone wants me to forget my past?

Andrew.

What is the Bristol Incident?

I need some fucking truth.

There was a fire.

But it was entirely my fault.

I should never have been overseeing your EVA development.

I'm a psychiatrist.

I'm trained to sit in a chair and listen.

But Linda Farrier approached me about working with you

in this other capacity, and it seemed...

Fun.

It was reckless.

Why? What happened?

I was pushing you...

too hard,

and you got sick of it; we had a fight.

A big fight.

It triggered your EVA...

And it set off a small explosion.

And the building burnt to the ground.

It was an old building.

The sprinklers didn't work properly.

Did any...

How many?

Does it matter?

Yes...

Yeah, it does, 'cause I came here

to find out who did this to me, and all I found

is more evidence to suggest that I hurt people.

I destroy things.

I have to take pills to stop myself

from blowing things up.

Nobody blamed you, nobody.

But it affected you very deeply.

Life is a string of experiences,

and even if they're horrible, they make you who you are.

Without that, may as well have died.

But you didn't.

Myfanwy Thomas is sitting right here across from me.

I know you.

This is you.

I'm surprised Farrier hasn't sent her flying monkeys after you yet.

I didn't tell her I was coming.

Well, she has a way of knowing these things.

Be careful with her.

I will.

I am.

And thank you for today.

It's the first time anyone's been willing

to tell me anything.

I'm glad you found me.

- You all right? - Thanks.

Um, bye.

That letter that I sent here told me to run from you,

and I didn't understand it.

I do now.

Good afternoon, sir.

Afternoon.

I'd like to access my safe deposit box, please.

Certainly, sir.

I'll just need some identification

whilst you sign the...

Excuse me.

Whilst you sign the log.

I... I'm, sorry, I... I think I may...

We had a deal.

Even trade.

You get Myfanwy, I get Nazim.

You failed to deliver your end.

Call him.

He's out there somewhere

wiping the memories of anyone he crosses.

Don't order me around.

I don't work for you.

You are in my custody.

So call him.

He wouldn't meet with you.

He doesn't trust you.

Smart boy.

I am giving you one more chance

to execute our original agreement.

Call him now.

How about you let me go?

Right now.

I'll find him for you and bring him to you.

And then you give me what I was promised.

Otherwise I'm not doing shit.

I got married far too young.

We were growing apart before you ever walked in my office.

But you were still married when we had our fling.

It was more than a fling.

Did you ever think about leaving her?

You were my patient.

It was wrong.

That's what we were fighting about...

- that night. - The night of the fire?

I tried to break up with you.

I will never forget the look on your face...

The anger,

hurt.

It caused people on the other side of the wall to collapse.

You'd never done anything like that before.

It was an experiment that got out of hand.

What do you mean, an experiment?

Linda noticed that...

your abilities seemed enhanced when I was around.

Classic transference. A crush.

Normally harmless, easily dealt with.

But in your case,

the emotions were doing something powerful for you.

So on her directive...

I went along with it.

Linda knew about us?

She did.

It was a conscious, therapeutic approach...

Conscious? Are you fucking kidding?

But it turned real.

Linda had me cut myself with razor blades

and fuck my doctor to maximize my potential as an asset?

But it didn't work.

Pain released endorphins had actually dampened your abilities.

The cutting came later. It was your idea.

To suppress emotion.

And your EVA.

After the fire, you stopped trying.

You swore you would never do it again.

I'm sorry to disappoint you sick fucks.

- I'll let myself out. - Myfanwy!

Myfanwy!

Can I help you?

- Sorry to disturb you. - It's fine.

My name is Nazim al-Rifai.

Do I know you?

No.

But I... I know you.

I am the one who wiped your memory.