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Babe, have you seen my phone? I just had it.

It's on there.

How many times have we told him? Drives me nuts.

Put it in the dishwasher. That's from last night, I think.

Eurgh. Mum, I can't find my football shirt.

Er, have you looked in your wardrobe?

No, it's not there. Radical suggestion - try the dryer.

So, you finish eating, and then you put it inside this little box.

Is that what you do It's a dishwasher.

Very funny Yeah.

No. No. You are not wearing fake eyelashes to school.

It's a health hazard.

Well, the glue's not dry. I could go blind.

You're not. Get them off.

Breakfast, please. Thanks, Mum.

You need to eat some breakfast. Yeah, yeah. I will.

I'll take something with me.

Seriously, Katie, please make sure you do.

I don't wanna be a nag. Eat breakfast!

You are a nag.

You know those things are banned at school.

It'll have to dry on you. Wow!

Great advice, Mum.

Where's my scarf? It was on the chair.

Er, have you tried the old pile of death over there?

I'm gonna sort it today. I promise you.

Yeah, yeah. I promise you.

Fiona.

I need my green scarf, love. I'm wearing it today.

I'll swap you one of mine.

All right, fine.

No, I'll... I'll do it. Jesus, Mum.

You are so stressful. Right!

I'll find you one.

Why do you always lock everything away?

So long as you're not dealing drugs.

How do you think I bought our massive mansion?

Don't lose it.

Love you.

OK. I've gotta go. Oi, you.

This. Thank you.

So, what is it this time?

Convertible Jag in Monte Carlo or a mosque in Istanbul or...?

Hilarious. Bye, kids! Be good.

Charming I'll miss you.

Get a room!

Eyelashes off, you, now.

They're off! Bye.

Love you. Love you.

'We have clear skies. Echo now in cigar shop.'

OK. I've got you some prickly pear jam.

You said you wanted something Maltese.

'No hostiles in the area.'

Well, it was either that or cactus liqueur.

'We'll have eyes on her when she leaves the cigar shop.'

Yeah, I don't think so.

'Eyes on Echo on the agreed route.

'CCTV cameras are all clear at the church.'

OK. Call you later.

Bye.

It's a beautiful church, isn't it? Very beautiful.

Do you have the cigars?

200 hours of battery life.

Right thumb here.

Only works for you.

Spare batteries here.

We'll send you a message if you need to put one in.

So, what's the gossip in the villa?

Not much.

Igor's on the phone all day.

I was right about Mikhail.

He's got something going on with Matti.

The PA?

I've been watching them.

You're doing great, Lena.

How's my brother?

We'll have him moved to the border any day now.

This is his way out, and yours.

Just focus on that.

Igor likes to boast,

and we want to know about Moscow's ops in Europe.

Igor makes me nervous.

He's on holiday with his family.

He's got nothing to be suspicious about.

You should go.

Are we good?

We're good.

Hi.

She's getting out of the car.

She's inside the villa.

I'm back.

Sandro, time to put it away.

I've got to kill the dragon.

Well, you don't want these, then?

Yes!

Just how you like it. Thanks, Matti.

Pleasure.

English, guys, even on vacation. All of us.

He has to learn.

Mikh. I'm off for my massage. Already?

I got your aloe Vera.

You're an angel. Thank you.

Please make sure Sandro does all his French homework.

Of course. Don't make a fuss.

Grandpa has to work, too.

Did you hear your mother?

No excuses. Alors?

Lecon de francais?

Why do I need to learn French? French and English.

Well, English is more universal than French,

so why do I need to learn French?

Well... what other reasons could there be?

Maybe if we ever go to France.

But we are not going to France.

Hold tight. 'Why do you want me to learn?'

Moscow centre, live from Malta.

You look very handsome.

I feel like Caesar walking to the Senate.

You know how many times he was stabbed? 23.

Same number of ministers in my Cabinet.

Ryan definitely leaks.

Trust me, or at least Melissa does anyway.

Isn't that what special advisers are for?

Excuse me, Minister,

that is an outrageous accusation from you, thank you very much.

So, listen.

If Ryan comes in hard on the small boats, then pull him up.

He needs to roll his tanks off your lawn, OK?

You know how he loves playing to the crowd.

But you're the bloody Home Secretary, for God's sake.

This is your patch, not his. Tell that to the Prime Minister.

He lets Ryan walk all over him.

Yeah, but that's just because he's popular, isn't it?

I mean, look, dear old Anthony, bless him,

he never really learned the art of PR, did he?

He's too old-school. That's why I trust him.

Trust me, it's not... It's gonna backfire on him, OK?

I've requested a bilat with the French in Lisbon, Anthony.

Would you like me to raise Dover?

Not to the ground, obviously, though it's tempting.

Imogen. Prime Minister.

Thank you, Ryan.

Right. To business.

'I'm responsible for all foreign operations.

'You're a week in, and I find out about it now?'

The head of Russia desk has operational independence.

I learnt that from you, Zak.

'Not when I'm learning about your ops

'from the accounts department.'

Getting ears close to their chief was always the Holy Grail for us.

'Agreed, but right now,

'Malta's a red zone, oligarch central.

'And you said it.

'You're running an op against the chief of Russian intelligence

'while he's on holiday,

'which they would consider highly provocative.

'If Igor rumbles your agent...' He won't.

And the potential intelligence outweighs the risks.

'Potential?'

'You can't give him so much ice cream all the time.

'Like, what do you want? Him be a sugar boy or something?'

'He's on holiday.

'Come, it's OK.

'If you're a good boy, you can have an ice cream.'

'To justify an op like this,

'Igor would have to be trading top-grade insights with his son.

'Who's your agent in there anyway?'

She's Mikhail Borodin's Russian nanny.

'Who is she?' She's an orphan.

She's scared shitless her kid brother's about to be conscripted.

I'm offering them an escape route.

'A bloody risky one.

'All I can say is it had better be worth it.

'If nothing turns up, I'm pulling the plug in three days.'

What about Gus? How's he getting on?

'Well, he's been dropped, bless him.'

Why would they do that? Why would they drop him?

I thought he was one of the best players in the team.

'I know. I might have exaggerated a little bit.

'Come on, it's a father's prerogative.'

Igor's got a visitor.

Sounds busy there. 'Yeah, I've gotta go.

'I'll call you later.'

OK, bye.

So, we've got a new arrival.

Rewind it.

Again.

I think that's Kyril Markov.

Jesus.

You think he's here to talk UK ops? That's all he's ever worked on.

He's not on holiday.

He's got to be bringing intel from London.

He's a ruthless bastard.

Kyril!

Your wife prefers English. Where's your suntan?

You need to get out of Finland. You're turning into a European.

Well, look, this must be a bit of a relief

after the Moscow gloom?

Beautiful weather. Let me get you a drink?

Let's go. Have they shown you around?

Yes. Have you seen the guest house here?

'My father had it built last year.'

They're out of range.

OK, so that's the cigar box on the move again.

'You remember that holiday in Moldavia?

'That was really something. I've never... Lena.

'Lena.'

Lenochka. This is Kyril Markov.

He's a close friend of the family.

Kyril, this is our nanny, Lena.

Nice to meet you, Mr Markov. Kyril. The pleasure's mine.

'She's been with us for two years now.

'Kyril.'

You want a cigar? Why not?

You may go, darling. Thank you.

Mikhail, may I have a cognac, please?

The cigars are bought by the ministry

to keep my father happy.

Breathe. Went Mexican.

Yeah! Starving.

So, Irina's gone to bed, and the men are a bottle in.

Wine or vodka? Both. Igor's showing off his cellar.

Yeah. That's good.

It'll loosen them up. What's the chat?

Well, someone somewhere's got cancer.

In their ranks?

No, it sounds like a politician.

Put it on speaker. Yeah.

"Mol", "the Moth" - Putin. Play it back.

So, who's the poor bastard in our Cabinet with pancreatic cancer?

Someone close to the top, or at it.

If Anthony Fletcher had cancer, wouldn't we know about it?

Nothing stays secret in Whitehall for long. No.

Not unless this is all a bit... convenient.

We're three days from calling time, and Moscow suddenly hands us

the intelligence coup of the century?

How could they've known we'd listen? Our security was bulletproof.

We'll have to go home and put it in front of Zak.

Fuck me. Good luck with that.

How long have we got left on the battery?

Er, a day, at most.

What you thinking? Do you wanna tell Echo to change it?

It's a lot riskier with Kyril in there.

Let's see how this plays out, and then I'll make the call.

The stakes are higher now.

We'll need more to convince Zak.

Morning.

Bit early, even for you. Well, it's a big day.

If this checks out, it's gonna be the op of the decade.

Let's hope so. I don't think Zak's a fan of bombshells.

Yeah, or rising stars. Good luck!

No.

Fuck me, no!

I'm sorry, Kate, but I think it's a classic Moscow play.

There's no evidence they know we've got ears in the villa.

We spent eight months setting this up.

Our security was bulletproof. I believe you.

But Russia's dangled hooks like this to every agency in the West.

I'm just trying to follow the facts, Zak.

Which might actually be misinformation.

Igor and Kyril Markov hook you in and plant the idea

they've got a spy at the top of the British political system.

We spend the next ten years chasing a ghost.

Or it's true, and we've just got wind of it.

MPs are easy enough targets for entrapment.

Well, that's a line for C's next select committee appearance.

I'm sure he'd enjoy telling the Foreign Secretary, our boss,

that he's one of the people in pole position to be a Russian spy.

Look, I understand your caution.

I know how you got played when you were head of my desk.

Every agent runner's been played.

And I don't want the same thing to happen to you.

That's why I'm in this office.

Can't we just ask the PM directly if he's ill and rule it out?

Sure. "We hear you're dying, Anthony. Could you confirm that?'"

Well, I'm gonna have to insist the raw intel from Malta

goes into the PM's overnight brief.

That's C's call. Yeah, I know.

But if it is misinformation, wouldn't he want to know about it?

Nice play. You'll make a Whitehall warrior yet.

Check in with Rose and go over your security.

I'll need your debrief in 48 hours.

Then I want the op wound up.

If you have been compromised or your girl in Malta's set you up...

Echo didn't set us up. I know my agent.

Leave Julie there to keep an eye on her.

Until you've triple-checked your sources,

no political investigations on home turf.

Understood?

Understood.

Fuck!

48 hours? How generous.

Well, we all know how badly he wants C's job.

First Muslim chief of MI6.

Even so, Rose, he's being bloody obstructive.

Zak's always felt the world is against him, not unfairly.

Well, if I try and stall him,

he'll just throw his toys out of the pram.

So we need to buy more time.

OK, write up your report, send it to me first.

As head of security, I'm busy,

so I won't be able to give you an answer for, what, three days?

Then I'll need another one or two to digest it.

I wanna give the SO's expert view the consideration it deserves.

That should give you about a week to verify your intel.

Thanks, Rose. Good.

Could you speak to your guys in Moscow

about advancing Echo's brother to the start line?

I think we might need to begin his extraction sooner than we thought.

I can, but Zak will need to sign it off.

I'll try and work my magic.

I owe you... as always.

Hi.

Julie just called. The mic battery's dead.

Christ. What do you wanna do?

Want me to tell Echo to change it?

Yeah. Are you sure?

We haven't got a choice.

We don't know who they've compromised in the Cabinet yet. OK.

So, how was Zak? Wait, don't tell me.

We now have permission to investigate the entire Cabinet.

We do not. Zak thinks they saw us coming.

He can't just refuse to believe something might be true

because it's too explosive.

He can, and he has.

I-I've been over the op security again.

Yeah, there's no red flags. Yeah, I told him that.

The Home Secretary?

She's smart, female, Black.

It's not an obvious choice for Moscow, which is why I like it.

Yeah.

Stuart and I are having dinner with her tonight. Are you?

Might just ask her about the PM's health,

seeing as I'm off duty.

Are you gonna talk to C?

No, no, no. Not while Zak's holding out.

You should shut that down before he sees it.

No investigating any MPs. Express orders.

Right, of course.

But just in the event that I was stuck here

late at night, bored...

I had no idea you were such an insubordinate pain in the arse.

Hello.

Irina tells me you're from Saint Petersburg, like me.

Yes, originally.

I moved to Helsinki with Mikhail and Irina. Really?

So you speak Finnish?

Maybe we can find some job for you in the service.

Not so well.

Sandro speaks better than I do.

Shame. But your English really good.

It's a fucking stupid language.

Never mean what you think. Just like Brits.

Never mean what they say.

Lenochka. Don't pay attention to him.

He thinks he's God's gift to women.

You need a proper drink, asshole. He is an asshole.

The Petrus is open in your honour. Just you and me.

Lenochka, we'll save you a glass.

You look like you need something to cheer you up?

Don't take it personally.

He's just an old dinosaur.

Hello?

God.

Hiya, love.

I'm sorry to hear about the football team.

It's their loss.

It's no worries. Fiona made her pasta?

I had cereal. Don't blame you.

Come on. Come now! How was work?

Was fine. It's good to be back.

You were away?

I don't know why you're yelling.

You literally asked me to make dinner!

I asked you to make dinner,

and now I'm asking you to tidy up the mess that you've made.

Give me five minutes. I'm doing my mascara.

Can you give me some privacy, please?

OK, so, privacy is a privilege that you get

when you fulfil the agreements that we've made.

Do you understand? Mum... Mum said...

Mum said what?

That you'd agreed to baby-sit tonight, yeah?

Yeah, I'll be down in five minutes. Hurry up.

She claims that you said

that she could go out three nights a week.

No, I said it depends on the week.

She'd make a good politician, wouldn't she? Yeah.

Did she tell you about Jay? No.

Who's Jay? Who?

Her new boyfriend, who she wants to see... tonight.

Can we just leave it for now, please? No.

I'm not having her lie to us. Let's pick our battles.

We need to go out any minute. You need to get changed.

Fiona, please come and tidy up this...

bloody mess.

'Cut our defence spending...'

Yeah, go on, then. '..end of the Cold War.

'We all hoped there would be a peace dividend...'

'And that all Europe remains...' Shh, shh.

'We in Poland did not cut our defence spending.

'We had the same hopes,

'but they were tempered by experience.

'We have a powerful neighbour...'

I knew it.

Thank you.

So, who's this Jay?

I don't know, some boy from school.

What, is it...? Is that her boyfriend, or what?

I think so. Well, how old is he?

You ask her about it, then! Fucking hell.

How's the stabbing in Cabinet? Front or back?

It's both.

Today, Ryan was rolling out his "tribune of the people" schtick

before swanning off to the NATO summit.

God. So where does that leave you?

Making all the boring, centrist arguments nobody wants to listen to.

Why doesn't the PM rein him in? He used to.

He's lost his stuffing a bit. Is that a new thing?

Didn't you say that he was a bit, off recently?

Did I? Don't remember that.

Whitehall amnesia.

Maybe Jane's got him on the same diet Imo made me do.

You'll thank me this summer when it's time to get your legs out.

Well, if she has, it's working.

He's definitely lost weight. Harry!

Shit, I'm sorry. I don't think that's gonna do it.

Come with me. I'm an expert in damage limitation.

She actually is. Sorry, that's her favourite shirt.

Yeah, you're in trouble. I'm dead.

I need some salt. Yes.

Put it on like that.

Is everything all right? Yes.

Just knackered for a change.

Harry seems on good form, though.

How's his charity doing? Barely afloat.

Steering kids away from knife crime can't compete with homeless donkeys.

Sounds tough. Yeah.

I'm trying to find time for him along with everything else, but...

I don't know how you do it. Who says I do?

So, all the press are at Number Ten

for an emergency statement from the PM.

Lord. Yeah.

'So, if you're just joining us

'and you're wondering what it is you are looking at,

'we are waiting for this emergency statement

'by the Prime Minister.'

'Here he is. He's just coming out now.

'So let's hear what the Prime Minister has to say

'to the country.'

Look at the state of him. 'Good evening.

'I'm sorry to have called you here at such short notice.

'But today, I received some unwelcome news.

'Three weeks ago, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

'And this afternoon,

'I learnt that my prognosis is less... positive than I hoped.'

Anyone who has occupied this great office will testify

that one can never be a part-time Prime Minister.

So I feel I owe it to you all to offer my resignation.

Holy shit.

I will remain in place until a new leader is chosen.

Given my condition...

I have asked the party to shorten the process

of electing that leader... to one week.

'It has been the privilege of my life to have served my country.'

Where are you going? It's an emergency. Back in an hour.

Ryan... Turn on the news, Melissa.

'From the bottom of our hearts, Jane and I thank you.

'Thank you.'

Poor Anthony. Yeah, no, it's... it's so sad.

Listen, we need to get to work now.

We've got five days, OK? Give me a minute, Stuart.

It must be a hell of a shock.

Yeah, the resignation is, but...

he told me he had cancer a couple of days ago.

Sorry, he swore me to secrecy. Just you or the whole Cabinet?

He said he was only telling a few people.

That's understandable. Yeah.

Come on. Come on.

Sorry. Got to take this.

'Hey. Are you still with Imogen?' Yeah, what's up?

'So, our intel was real. And guess what?'

It looks like Lev Amatov made a hefty donation

to her husband's charity the year before last.

I thought he used to fund the Tories?

'Yeah, well, the man's got his fingers everywhere.'

Yeah, it looks like it.

She just told me donations were down.

How much did he give?

You know, just 200 grand.

'Look, a hundred at first and then another six months later.'

N-Now I've gone and I've checked the Commons register.

She didn't declare either of 'em. Jesus.

I've got to go. Talk to you tomorrow.

'Yeah, OK.'

That was Fi. Apparently, it's past our curfew.

All right, well, I'll draft something tonight.

I'll send it over and see how you feel in the morning.

All right. Thank you. All right.

Thank you. Bye, thank you.

Bye, Harry.

Did you know the PM was ill? No. No, no, she didn't mention it.

Was that really Fi who called you just then?

It was Zak. About the PM?

I can't say. Sorry.

You and your secrets. Here we go.

Do you think Imogen will run?

She didn't seem that enthusiastic. Tell me about it.

You could literally write a book on her imposter syndrome.

End of the day, who would you rather have as PM -

her or Ryan bloody Walker? Yeah.

Lena.

Igor requests the pleasure of your company.

So I thought... I should come instead.

He's pretty wasted.

Tell him... thanks, but Sandro can't sleep

unless he says good night to his favourite football players. Ha.

Kids.

Sweet dreams?

I'm awake.

Thanks for baby-sitting.

You sell lots of drugs? Not enough to retire.

So, tell me about this Jay. How old is he?

We're not having sex, if that's what you're asking.

I'm old enough to know what I'm doing.

I'd rather you told me the truth... even if it's not what I wanna hear.

People who say that never actually mean it.

Love you. Love you too.

Night-night. Night-night.

Rather quiet in here... for an impending leadership crisis.

The calm before the storm.

Let's hope it's merely a squall.

Come this way.

Sorry I'm late. I was on with Rose.

You're bang on time.

Apart from my wife,

I only told the Home Secretary and the Foreign Secretary.

Both have given me their word they said nothing to anybody.

If Moscow knows about it,

they must have hacked my medical records,

which suggests a serious data leak.

So far, GCHQ have found no evidence of any data leak, Prime Minister,

though it is early days.

We're about to enter a highly sensitive leadership election.

Do you seriously think

what Mrs Henderson overheard in Malta was pure coincidence?

Or did Moscow get wind of her operation

and decide to use it against her?

It does seem rather convenient.

The last thing we need are allegations of Russian collusion.

We all know what happened in America.

Any hint you're investigating anyone in the Cabinet for treason,

and the... the well is poisoned.

With respect, Prime Minister, it's already been poisoned.

We've openly pro-Kremlin elements in the US and parts of Europe.

And rumours like this will wreak havoc here,

hence my deadline on the leadership campaign.

I appreciate that... It was something like this

that permanently damaged American democracy.

I will not let it happen here.

I appreciate that, Prime Minister.

But if a minister running for the leadership has been bribed

or blackmailed, we'd be catastrophically exposed -

nuclear codes, strategic intentions, pulling out of NATO.

I am aware of the dangers.

I'm also told this is all the hallmarks

of a sophisticated misinformation operation.

But, Sir, it would be foolish of us... No, enough. Enough, please.

Before I authorise an investigation into any leading politician,

I'll need concrete evidence.

The man's got months to live.

He doesn't need a lecture in international politics.

Yesterday, you said his illness was misinformation.

Yes.

So it's wrong to state the dangers of ignoring intelligence?

No, it just doesn't mean

that a member of his Cabinet is a Russian spy.

All right, enough.

We back our agents and our intelligence.

We serve our political masters too. You'd both do well to remember that.

Sandro's been asking a lot about his friend from school.

Who? The Iranian? Yeah.

Sandro, no phones at the table.

It's mine, sorry.

No comment. Listen to your nyanya, not like me.

I'm not a baby. Sandro!

Look, you make her smile, like a sun coming out.

That's what my mother used to say. Really?

Mikhail... sign her off tonight.

She needs some good rest.

I'm not the boss here. Sandro? Sure.

- Thank you, Sandro. - What do you say, Sandro?

Get revenge. Yes.

He's always winning.

Whenever we play, Sandro always wins.

I don't know. It's kind of strange.

Deal me in.

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