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This is a false flag attack.

Someone's making sure no one deals with
it.

If anything, it's been cozying up trying
to secure rare earth metals.

Previously on the agency.

It's Viking.

Whatever it takes.

Get OGC to breakfast.

The Chinese delegate met with a Western
woman.

I accessed her room and cloned her
laptop.

I even recorded her voice.

You've done well, Danny.

Send me back to Taiwan.

Valhalla smuggled diamonds onto the
world market through this man, Mikhail

Bruyne. Somewhere in this chain, we find
a weak link who puts us next to Viking.

You want me to go to Africa?

Yes. Give me a map of London with 16
blinking red dots, including you. This

stays between us.

I have to resolve the voice analysis you
asked for.

I know her.

She works by Richard.

We need to recall Gremlin.

Why would we do that? Because her
boyfriend is working for the Chinese.

What are you doing? You're under arrest
for sharing intelligence with the enemy.

Have all your conversations into your
own email text message.

I know everything.

That's my bullshit.

Make a list of every target you
recruited for the Chinese or plan to

I promise you'll get prison, not the
nose.

I work on geophysics. My job is to
conduct seismological research.

Write names.

And leave.

Do you know how son is that money?

Yes.

He was your target.

He's my boyfriend.

In that case, you must miss him.

This is what happens if you stick to
your life.

Either I send him back to my expert
friend upstairs to finish his job, or

can spare him.

Don't. Please, don't.

Not you.

Now you write the names of your target
save his life

You have one minute to say goodbye.

You got too close.

Two circles.

One for friends, one for targets.

They never mix.

A target is an enemy of you, your
country, of the agency.

Our enemies shut up.

Get out of the way or die.

There's a cost for doing this work.

A price.

Are you sure you want to pay it?

I love you I love you too

Stop the cable. What's going on? No.
Tell me. Not now.

She's my agent. I said no.

Oh, but Craig can breathe.

That's bullshit. Craig is on a wrong
desk, and no, he does not know the full

picture. Gremlet is in a cell. I can't
just sit at my desk doing nothing. I

the feeling. Trust me.

Listen.

I have a theory involving Marsha. It's
definitely not the time to be airing pet

theories. Henry, the time is now. If we
both think that he... I counsel you.

Do not identify yourself even to me.

If you're wrong, you jump too soon.

If you're right, you become a target.

And it's not just careers that will end.
You make one misstep. We'd be in

danger. You're hunting a predator.

Miss the kill shot.

It comes for you.

And I thought we were fucking this up
when I got on the plane. We got behind

eight ball in Bahrain, so it was just a
consequence. Someone in the station has

sold your product to the Chinese.

We don't know that.

Do we need to clean house to exclude
that possibility? Yes, of course

possibility. I've seen the evidence.
This is a fact. What evidence do you

British intercepts.

Gremlins field reports leaked to a
Chinese asset.

Where did you hear that?

Show the SAS chief in.

Morning, Jim.

Wish I were here under happier
circumstances.

Mission ambush?

Far from it.

You're under attack, but I am the relief
column.

Or the cavalry, as you like to say.

James, tell Jim what you told me this
morning.

RGCHQ has a significant intercept which
shows that Gremlin's reports were being

passed to the Chinese by a senior
officer in this station.

We certainly hoped so I actually prayed

You got a name for me?

Fuck off.

This evidence is clear.

Look, I know this is hard, but if that
person put an agent in the field in

danger, I want them fucking burned at
the stake. If this is real, so do I.

Good. Yes.

Mr. Mayhem? Yes.

We need

to

get this upstairs.

How much does Washington know about us?

Cleaning house.

Nothing.

They're politicians. They want
solutions, not problems.

Yeah. Well, let's keep it that way.

Tehran?

Ah, it's in the morning packet, so he
probably hasn't read it.

Trust me, he's read it.

Viking was a Category 1 target. Why is
he still breathing?

An attempt was made, sir, but we're
dealing with a more advanced counter

setup than we anticipated.

The agent who lost a leg.

Yes, sir.

And this morning, JSOC lost two more
operators.

Good man.

Should I be worried their identities may
be used to create further false flag

attacks? We have to assume that this was
the beginning of a campaign, yes. The

African Union meets in a week to discuss
rare earth metals. If Viking attacks

that, it makes it look like we did it.
Okay, so what's the play? We have a

second fuse lit.

Timeline? Uh, sensitive.

Matter of days.

See to it. The White House is up my ass
on this one.

What's up? I got a problem.

Let me guess. Nils has been Googling.
Yep. Our asset's been on a sledgehammer

execution deep dive.

What's his panic level?

He emptied his current account.

Presently searching airline sites.

Flights to Costa Rica, Venezuela.

Maybe he's planning to reward himself
post -mission.

Some quality him time.

De Bruyne chartered a private jet from
Antwerp to Africa day after tomorrow.

If Nils doesn't get on that plane, we're
fucked. Everything's in place. He's

just got to hold his shit together long
enough to board a plane. Should you call

him? Don't squeeze.

When an asset gets spooked, they're like
a wet bar of soap.

We can't just wait for him to run.

Close OTG surveillance. Get grandparents
on him, whoever's closest.

If he makes a move, standing orders to
lock him down.

Enter. If you think your silence isn't
communicating your mistake, then that

body language is screaming something's
wrong. What is it?

This special investigation you and Henry
are doing.

Yes.

How close are you to a name?

Don't you think you'd know if we had
that?

It's a process. We're making progress.

It's more elimination rather than
identification.

Okay, so nothing conclusive?

Not yet, but... But what?

As I mentioned in my report to you, I...

I get the impression that Henry is
sharing everything.

I imagine he wants to be careful before
accusing anyone. His methods have been

questioned in the past. Secretive? Well,
we're all bad here, aren't we?

Yeah.

Thanks. That's all I wanted to know.

What do you got?

I made it through the encryption on the
field clone of the SIS laptop.

Can you confirm who it belongs to?

Details of the approach to Hassan Zamani
and Bahrain.

British reports suggest Zamani be
approached with a high status

position in the energy sector.

Gremlin's report.

You're certain it's a match?

It's not just a match.

It's 100%.

Someone in this building with access to
Grumman's report passed it to the Brits.

And there's another document.

It's word for word.

Did you send that to anyone?

This man.

Li Wenyin.

Chinese delegate at the conference.

I never thought... I wish I could say
the same.

We have a meeting?

Yeah, I think we do.

I, uh... I know you told me to back off.

But my gut said no.

And it was right.

selling product through a back door to a
rogue sell over at the Brits.

A bad box in their china desk.

Okay.

So in the interest of leaving those
stone unturned, why in the wide world

fuck would Martian do that? To secure
Sami Zahir's release.

Henry, British intel's always been Swiss
cheese, you know this.

The Russians had Anthony Blunt in
Buckingham Palace having lunch with the

once a week right throughout the Cold
War. Why didn't you come to me earlier?

Look, I don't want to go after one of
our own any more than you do.

Yeah.

What? Game's over, Henry.

What are you talking about?

What the fuck is this?

Mr. Ogletree.

We're detaining you for conspiring to
gather and deliver national defense

information.

Chief of British intelligence is a
double agent.

What am I looking at, Henry?

What are you? Your goddamn deputy.

I have pending investigation. You are
now under custodial protection.

I'm sorry.

It's out of my hands. Take him.

Henry, what's going on? Stay back, ma
'am.

What's happening?

Make sure all the papers on my death go
into my safe.

God preserve that people.

What's going on? Shut up and listen.

We need to get into Henry's office now
before they steal it.

Go.

Where is the safe? I don't have the
code.

What?

God preserve thy people, Tchaikovsky.

It's the rough and orthodox chant at the
start of the 1812 Overture.

How the fuck did you know that?

Henry trained me.

In sleep deprivation, he played it for
72 hours, full volume.

You don't forget that.

What's up?

It's Henry.

His office is cleared. He's been
detained.

Yeah. I just heard.

Henry's the reason Bahrain went south.

That's probably why he was so keen to go
out there in person to clean it up.

Who's the source?

Look, I know this is going to affect
you.

It's hit us all here, too.

But it cannot impact the mission.

Langley's got us under a microscope
here. It's become a game chip for the

Office. I don't buy it.

Henry was willing to throw you under the
bus to save your skin.

He came to me with your scalp in his
hand.

Was it the Brits? I can't confirm or
deny, but our...

DCIA and the British Sea.

Our center court watching the Djokovic
match together.

This will not impact the mission you
have my word.

Nils, are you okay?

Me? I'm fucking great.

I'm superb.

I'm... I'm fucking great.

I told you to use this phone only if
there was an emergency.

I got one.

I'm not doing it. I can't do it. Nils.

I don't wanna do it.

Get the grandparents up there right now.
This piece of shit's about to fly the

coop. We discussed this, Nils. We
discussed the repercussions if you

to cooperate.

You and I made a deal. Look, man, I did
what you asked.

I waited for the package.

I opened this box and saw what's inside.

Watches. Three dive watches engraved
with Bahala's insignia.

They're gifts.

I'm not stupid. Make sure the one with
the black dot goes to a guy they call

Viking. You guys put GPS in it or some
shit. Send a drone in. Neil, there's no

GPS in any of the watches. I guarantee
that. I'm not fucking with these guys.

There is no GPS tracker in the watch for
Viking.

There's a bomb.

A bomb?

You'll be far enough away long before
it's detonated. Are you insane?

You want me to mule a fucking bomb to a
mass murderer?

Yes. A bomb? Yes, and I can detonate it
right now and send in a bunch of guys to

make it look like a gas leak. So shut
the fuck up and listen to me.

Your flight doesn't leave for the next
37 hours.

So I want you to stay where you are.
Don't leave the apartment.

I'm coming to you.

I'm going to Antwerp. Put him straight.

Call Tom. Tell him to get a passport
ready for me. Apart from Tom, no one

outside this room knows. You got that?

Got it. The agency is cleaning house.

That's why Henry was detained.

So until we get the all clear, we keep
all operational details tight.

Understood? Yeah.

Sure.

I lied to you on several occasions,
puppy.

Lying kept me alive, but it became a
part of me, a tap I couldn't turn off.

Why are you making me safe?

I'm not running from the truth now.

I have one shot to prove myself, to show
where my allegiance lies,

to make all the pain I've caused mean
something.

I did what I had to do.

This is how I clean it up.

This is how I get back to the truth.

Tom, is it ready?

All ready. We're good to go.

I know this is a rush job. Is it a
splice? Could I get stopped?

No, the scan is real. I tracked it into
the VISA data set using the same serials

as the last one.

Nice work.

Got some serious stuff in there.

Safe explosion rated.

But you're storing sensitive documents
with what?

Block of C4?

Is that a rack of detonators?

Yeah, I was about to separate them and
move it to secure storage when the call

for the passport came in.

Tom, this isn't good enough. If one of
these pops off, if this cooks, there's

enough shit in there to take down the
whole building.

Flat exaggeration. Enough to kill us
both.

I wouldn't do that with the dead in your
hands, sir.

Shit. You're right.

Let me dispose of that by the book.

Chances are low, but following any
impact, there's a small chance they can

There I was, lecturing you about safety.

Yeah, well, believe it or not, I am
pretty up on health and safety when it

to handling explosives.

All clear.

Look, I'm sorry, I, uh... There's a lot
going on.

You can say that again, sir.

Henry had you looking into stuff for
him, right?

I don't know anything.

If you have information that could help
clear his name, you have to use it.

Sure about that, sir?

I'm sure.

Thanks for this.

Unregistered. Loaded.

Block 19.

Kilo C4.

Station chief authorization.

Security challenge code is in there.

Have a nice day, sir.

message.

Hey. Hi, it's Poppy.

You said I could call.

Is everything okay?

Dad's gone.

Did he say where he was gone?

No.

Where are you?

I'm at his.

My wonderful daughter.

I had to leave. I'm so sorry.

I hate to vanish.

Again.

I'll be gone a while.

You won't be able to reach me.

No one will.

They'll ask you about me.

Tell them the truth.

If they tell you I killed myself, if
they show you proof, don't believe it.

I would never do that.

Let's talk about your childhood.

You were born on the 30th of July, 1998,
in Seville, raised in Sanlúcar,

Andalucía. Is your family there?

Yes. Where did you live?

On the east side, near the Plaza de
Toros.

El Pino, the bullring.

You know Sanlúcar?

Ever go to a bullfight?

No, I don't like them. I would love to
see one.

I love the idea that the bull is both an
opponent and a partner.

Did you know we have them here in Iran?

No. Yes, up in the north, amongst the
villagers.

But here, the bull fights another bull
to the death.

And you grow up around it and see how
backward and barbaric it is.

You don't get the romantic attraction it
has for foreigners.

Sounds like Iran.

I love Iran.

You do?

Don't you?

My patriotism is complex.

I find it easier to hate my enemy than
to love my homeland.

How stupid do you think I am?

I won't talk badly about Iran in an
interrogation. There is a dance.

But the bulldog in the end. On occasion,
the matador died first.

Don't look far. Quickly. The street you
grew up on. Escalera del Pasillo.

Parallel to Chiculino.

Perpendicular, not parallel.

You go back a lot.

No. Why?

No reason to. You have close family in
the area.

Your mother, your grandmother.

My grandmother's dead.

Silly me.

That's why you went back to Europe for a
funeral and to London to sell

everything.

Yeah.

Was it your maternal or your paternal
grandmother?

Answer me.

I never met my paternal grandmother with
my mother's mother.

I have the death certificates of both
your grandmothers.

Neither died in 2023.

So you lied.

Your Chinese friends made a mistake.

Saw the glint in the sun, the cape's
swirls, and the death born near.

I specialize in interrogating the
Mossad.

But their brute force is pointless.

They have an answer to every question.

Like you.

My grandmother just died of cancer.

Your documents are wrong.

Call the hospital.

It's a clinic in London.

King's. They'll tell you.

You place great trust in your Chinese
friend's abilities.

In order to achieve lasting results,
it's going to require more commitment

cooperation with this process.

Actually, I feel a whole lot better.
Pretty much as good as new.

These things take time.

Pain I can live with. It's not short
-term pain that's the problem. Some

can lead to permanent disability.

I need to speak with Bosco.

It's urgent.

Well, how long is he going to be?

And the truth of the matter is, we're
here to do anything we can to help.

To that end, we'd like to offer a
solution to your Tehran mess.

The man is Arash Namdar, a major
financier of the Quds Force.

He arranges the flow of money to
Hezbollah in Lebanon, to Hamas in Israel

Gaza, and to the Houthis in Yemen.

He was arrested on money laundering
charges in June, passing through

We have him. The Iranians want him back.

We could slip him to the Spanish, and
they could offer up a trade.

The Iranians will take it.

You'll have no involvement.

So you'll just let us have it?

What's in it for you?

A gesture of goodwill at the start of a
new regime.

my intended future close cooperation.

Well, we're grateful to the SIS and the
British government for this gesture of

interagency cooperation.

Is there something you need to see?

Like now?

Okay, come.

Sagan ran analytics on the recordings
from the room where Martian had his

physio. They were referenced against the
recording Gremlin made of the contact

in Bahrain.

It's the same person, and she works for
SIS on China Desk under Richardson.

The woman who was sitting right here two
minutes ago. She's how he moved

information to SIS.

Henry had the whole picture. It's all
here.

It's why Martian shoved me off Gremlin.

I thought it was personal. It was
fucking tactical.

He didn't want me watching.

You are aware. Henry could have planted
all this.

Most of this is the same evidence that
the Brits gave us. Just pointed the

way.

Not now. No.

No. Go away.

Not now.

Not now. I said not now, damn it. Sir,
yes, now.

I have a problem.

How did that happen?

I think he must have distracted me. Oh,
do you think?

I'm sorry, sir.

Why wasn't that secured?

It was. It was in the safe. He tricked
me into opening it. Tricked you? What

exactly did he take?

EPX -2R. It's a plastic explosive.

How much?

Roughly a kilo.

A fucking kilo?

Are you... All right.

You're telling me you let Martian vanish
downrange with a black passport and a

fucking kilo of explosives?

And a loaded unregistered firearm?

Serial numbers filed off, rifling board,
untraceable, also secured in the safe.

Not anymore!

What do you want?

You need a fetus, sir.

Yeah, give me Rick. Internal security.

So what? What is it? This is more for me
to see. We found it in Marshall's

apartment.

It amounts to a fine confession.

Where is he?

Where's Martian? He's not here. He isn't
here?

Okay.

Jesus! Fuck!

If you wanted a face -to -face... Look,
if this is about Henry, I've done you a

favor. He was about to bring a dump
truck of shit down on us, and you know

saved your skin.

You're welcome.

I was selling to you.

To yourself.

If I'd known it was flying out the back
door to the Chinese, I never would have

agreed.

Endearing. The patriotic traitor.

And you'd be best known as bollocks.

Because you didn't agree. You begged.

Begged me.

And it worked.

For us both.

How long have you been taking the
Chairman's Renminbi?

Since college?

When you were posted to Hong Kong?

I'm starting to realize your meteoric
rise through the Asia desk had nothing

do with talent.

Only one talent matters in what we do.

Survival.

Pull over.

Look, I'm Steve now.

I'm the fucking head of SIS. We're both
made for life.

So stop waving that fucking...

Excuse me, sir. He stopped moving.

They're two minutes out.

Sure, the perimeter.

Claire, the target's not here.

You seeing what I'm seeing?

Go out. Cool.