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Delivery.

It's a bit of a mess.

No judgment.

You're new.

I don't feel new.

I was at a funeral this morning.

All the doggies in the Park were there but not you.

Yeah, 'cause I got fired for stealing that bastard file for your lot.

That's why I was there.

To verify your claim.

That's a lot of dough.

It'll need cleaning.

You know, the Park don't even know the file's gone.

Just... I got caught somewhere I shouldn't have been.

I hope the big man understands.

Oh, he understands.

I lost my job. That calls for compensation.

Or else you tell the Park he commissioned the theft of that file, yeah?

Only, from where he's standing, that doesn't look like a compensation claim.

That kind of looks like blackmail.

I just want what's fair.

I guess that's why I'm here.

Oh, is that your boy?

Yeah.

Important that a father takes care of his son.

Fuck.

Yeah, let's see. Fuck.

Holy shit.

Meeting in Lamb's office now. Shit's going down.

Yeah, no can do.

Bitcoin's about to pop off.

Could be another big payday for the Crypto-Rod.

Cartwright's dad's back.

Why are we just sitting here? We need to... We can trace Harkness's car.

Well, I can see why Daddy might be a bit of a stretch, but Harkness?

- So, is Standish not back yet? - No.

Look, I've got the plates. We can just... What are you looking for?

I'm looking for a cigarette.

May as well get in there now 'cause fuck knows who he sent to kill us this time.

Uh, he didn't actually try and kill anyone today, can I just say.

Well, he did bounce you off his windscreen.

- Yeah. - And let's face it.

That doesn't necessarily speak to evil motives.

Yeah, what about the two dead Horses you had me check on?

What dead Horses?

Struan Loy and Kay White.

They used to work here. Not that anyone would've noticed.

- They've been killed? - Yeah.

What, both of them?

Well, if it had only been one of them, I would've only said one name, wouldn't I?

Christ, it's... it's like watching plankton think.

Well, they must be connected, right?

- Th-Them and Harkness. - Yes.

Maybe.

Yeah. Which is why we need to address the five Fs.

Who the fuck? What the fuck? Where the fuck? And why the fuck?

- That's four. - Fuck off. That's five.

Glad to see you're still with us, Mr. Bundy,

because I want you and Tiny Dander here

to go and see if you can find out anything more

about Kay White's apparently accidental death.

Well, I'm not going anywhere till we get paid.

Well, what else you gonna do?

Forage for mice in the basement?

Cartwright, you and the Womble of Wall Street track Harkness's car.

Thank fuck for that.

Yeah, I want to know where he's been and where he is now.

And don't do anything without my explicit orders.

Not everything's about you and your daddy issues!

Well, go on then. Fuck off.

Fucking hell.

Diana! So glad you could come.

My latest fine dining find. What do you think?

First-class wine cellar and popular with the House.

Handy for keeping an eye on who's plotting with whom.

You've got 15 minutes.

Oh, I do wish you wouldn't be so peremptory.

I'm sure there's a more convivial person in there somewhere.

If only she was allowed out.

Fourteen minutes.

You know, this reminds me of one of those drama games

where one gets dealt a playing card and has to act out

whatever status it confers.

Queening it about even if in reality one has no power or leverage whatsoever.

Peter, you seem to be under the impression

that you have the upper hand.

Do I really need to remind you how this started?

Quite right.

We each have a gun to the other's head.

But the thing is, Diana,

I'm an already-disgraced former minister with virtually no reputation left to lose.

You're the unblemished head of the security services.

My gun really is much bigger.

I suppose it's too much to ask what you used the money for?

Oh, don't be silly.

Damien!

What a delightful surprise. Please, join us.

You remember Diana?

Of course. Madam First Desk. It's an honor.

Damien's the owner of Britain's newest... well, newish news channel.

Is he?

Strong, accessible, opinion-led content.

Very slightly right-leaning. You must've come across it.

Well, who hasn't?

It's doing awfully well.

And Damien's a huge fan of yours, Diana. Huge.

Mmm. I was wondering, in fact--

I don't do media.

Did I mention? He's also the chap who gave me the money I gave you.

I'm just a patriot happy to invest in the nation's security.

And with an enormous platform to discuss that investment should he so choose.

Peter.

One television interview. That's all I'm asking.

Hmm.

Your dad picked up a rental car.

Where is he now?

That is the six-million-dollar question.

I missed a call, uh, yesterday

and I can guarantee it was him. Can you trace it?

Well, you can't trace a missed call. You need to answer it.

Yeah, that's what... That's what I'm saying. I missed it.

That's why it's called a missed call.

Yeah, but if you answer it, I can trace the connection.

Yes, but I missed it. That's the fucking point.

Listen, River, I know you're going through a lot right now.

- I do. I get it. - Don't--

I've been there before.

You... Been-Been where?

Loss. Grief.

Tara.

Roddy, she was a Libyan honey trap.

Yeah, jury's still out on that.

Harkness's car is parked at Tower Hamlets. Feldon Road.

Have...

Have you... Why did you not just tell me that straightaway?

Thought you needed a distraction. You know?

'Cause your grandpops is dead.

Oh, my fucking God. I... I actually...

- I am gonna just kill you now. - Whoa. Whoa!

A bit of fucking urgency wouldn't go amiss here, Cartwright!

Namaste.

Is he in there?

Nah.

Yep. Very funny.

Lamb.

Fuck off.

Fuck.

You don't see that every day.

Go on. Check upstairs.

Yeah.

No, nothing.

Who was he then?

Andrew Nesmith.

A Dog.

- A Dog? - Yeah.

Yeah, it looks like your father was, uh, trying to make it look like suicide.

Or another sex game gone wrong.

How could he be connected to my dad? To... To Harkness?

Yeah. Or my joes, for that matter.

Well, shall I, um... Shall I call the body in then?

Unless you want to use this as a chance to tell me about life and death again.

There's something wrong here.

- You think? - Yeah. There's no cash,

no credit card, no phone, no laptop.

No nothing.

Yeah, well, robbery isn't really Harkness's style.

Huh. Yeah, it's not, is it?

Where did you get those?

On there.

There's a CCTV camera on the building opposite.

It might've picked something up.

Good.

Well, go on.

Go see what's on there!

Yes, yes, yes. I'm gonna. Jesus.

Didn't even get chance to dry my jacket. Fucking drenched.

However crap things are, there's always room for them to get worse.

Job was shit enough when we were actually getting paid for it.

You got much savings?

I'm loaded.

Investment banker. Ten years. Got a cool car too.

- Right. - You?

Nah. Paycheck to paycheck kind of girl.

Do you want some money?

No, I'm all right, thanks.

All right. Friends or family?

Colleagues.

We cherished her.

Hi, um, I was wondering if you could help us.

We're looking for someone's boat. Kay White's.

We used to work with her.

Uh, yeah. It's just that one there.

Cool.

Fucking hell.

Why does everyone live in better places than me?

Jesus Chri...

How the fuck do you do that?

Well, it's not like she needs it anymore, is it?

Hey.

You ain't supposed to be here.

Um, uh, yeah. Can I speak to who's in charge?

I'm head of security.

Well, I'm from the security services, and I, uh...

I need to look at the footage from your camera out there.

ID?

Can't see it.

What exactly are we looking for?

It's just... Oh, there. Stop... Stop that.

- Right. Can you, like, play it forward? - Yes.

Great.

What... What is that? Is there another angle?

Hold on.

I can get closer.

There's a camera in the alley.

It's not ours, but...

Yep, that's a child.

Right.

Shit.

Um, okay.

I'm gonna need to send this to someone.

- Oh, can you... - Yep. Hang on.

It's not very clear.

Oh, great.

Thanks for that.

I'll, um, see myself out.

Actually, just a thought...

If you, uh... If you get a minute...

...you should call that number and tell the woman that answers

that you want to join something called the Dogs.

I know. It's, uh, where I used to work.

And, um... Well, I think they could probably use someone like you.

If that's...

Oh, and, uh, tell her that River Cartwright sent you.

"Tell her that River Cartwright sent you."

Oh, she'll be having doors slammed in her face from now until judgment day.

Don't make that face.

You're a... face.

'Sup.

Roddy, I've just sent you something.

Um, can you check if there's a minor registered

at flat four, Hardwick Hou--

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck.

Ghost call?

No, no. It's just, um, someone trying to sell me something.

Do you want to know your tell?

I don't... I-I don't have a tell.

What is it?

You're a shit liar.

It's him. Harkness. He's fucking with me.

Well, if he calls again, let me know.

'Cause fucking with you is my job.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Yes?

Um, there's an interview. Just gone in the public diary.

Yes, it's a media commitment.

Right. But we don't do media.

We do what I say we do.

Yes. Of course. Um, but I had no idea about this until ten minutes ago.

And I have to pre-check all your public-event security.

It's my job.

Yes, I know what your job is.

Okay, we have pulled pork, appleslaw,

mac and cheese and onion rings on the side. Twice.

So is that cash or card?

Cash.

Yeah, that's not enough.

Sorry about your friend.

Yeah, thanks. He's... He's taking it really badly.

You know, I did see something. The night she died.

Yeah, two people coming from her boat. A man and a woman.

Have you told the police?

No. My visa's expired.

Aren't you her friends? You tell them.

What'd they look like?

Oh, yeah.

How much?

They have a problem with inflation.

No, we don't... We don't need a nail gun.

Yeah. Have you ever used one?

Jesus, this...

What?

I don't like being told how to do my job.

Do you?

It doesn't matter what we like.

Ah, costumes.

The kid in the CCTV is Reece Nesmith.

What, so he's the son of the dead Dog then?

Yeah. But he didn't live with his dad.

And also, he gets moved around different children's homes.

Hmm. Well, I need to know which one he's in now.

Yeah? I want an address.

Right, he called again, but I didn't miss this one.

So, can you trace it?

Did he leave a message?

No, no message. It was, like, three seconds of white noise.

Is that enough?

If you're Hobi-Wan fucking Kenobi.

The Force is strong with this one.

Fucking hate Star Trek.

It's Star Wars.

I'll get to it.

Hello, madam.

Can I offer any assistance?

No, I'm just browsing.

Sure. Yeah. Feel free.

Or perhaps I could offer some pointers? You thinking white or red?

Red. I'd be thinking red.

Red. Okay.

Well, how about something classic and French?

Perhaps a Bordeaux or a Burgundy.

Or dare we venture as far as the Rhone.

I would want something I could really sink into.

A Bordeaux. Okay.

Uh... yeah, okay.

So, both are classics, but very different terroir.

The Margaux has hints of spice, tobacco, plum.

It's polished. Balanced.

The Saint-Émilion, well, that's more merlot,

so think wild hedgerow berries, oak, leather.

It's pungent, but with real depth.

Hmm.

Hmm.

I used to drink Margaux with an old boss of mine once.

It was a while ago now.

S-So, the Margaux?

- Why not? Yes. Let's go with that. - Okay, great.

- Oh, I'm going to need a corkscrew. - Certainly.

Good evening, ma'am. How are you?

I trust you had a good journey.

Damien is so excited you've agreed to do this.

Such a "coop" for the channel.

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

I am so fucking starstruck here. Diana.

Is "Diana" okay? Or should it be "First Desk"?

Yes, Diana's fine.

- Our security in these hands. Literally. - Wow.

Diana, I'd like you to meet the team.

Hello, team.

And we'd love to, uh, talk you through how we imagine the interview unfolding.

Well, obviously, no operational details and no questions about my personal life.

Other than that...

Uh, well, we've actually prepared a list of possible avenues of discussion.

Maybe we could, uh...

Oh, I'm sure you know your business.

I don't need to read that, but I do need a cup of coffee.

Black.

Lara, black coffee for Miss Taverner. Thank you.

Moving away from geopolitics for a moment,

let's talk about your career in the Service.

Because there are some people who think that you should've got the top job

a long time ago.

Are you one of them?

I have learnt an enormous amount from watching my predecessors,

and I am very grateful for that opportunity.

So you learned from their mistakes?

No. I learned from their leadership, from their courage.

Did that help when it came to formulating your response

to the recent nerve agent attacks on British soil?

We've seen more than one attack in recent years,

using a toxin with a well-known provenance.

What I would like to know is how the security services responded.

Serena, I think it's obvious why I-I-I can't answer that question,

- but I will say that-- - Is it that you can't or that you won't?

It's called the Secret Service.

Yes, and here you are on national television.

Well, I'm a public servant.

Don't you think the public that you serve

has a right to know how and if they're being protected?

- The sec-- - If it's a matter of a few diplomats

being expelled, or if there's been a more muscular, retributive response?

As I was saying,

- the security of the British people... - It's just a yes or no.

...is our top priority, and if there has been retaliation--

Hold on, hold on, hold on. I said "response." You said "retaliation."

A r-response.

If there was a... response... If there has been... Excuse me.

If there has been a response, then it will have been made

with the British public safety in mind.

There have been whispers... that one of your predecessors,

a First Desk like yourself, was found to be in the pay

of a foreign power.

Is that a rumor you've ever heard?

No.

Never?

Oh, come on. In spy novels perhaps, but honestly...

Thank you.

Absolute nonsense.

Can I just say it's been such an incredible honor

to have you on the show.

We really do hope you'll consider returning.

Um, now, I've organized for your car to be downstairs, so just let me know.

Diana, we are not worthy.

Oh, I thought you looked fantastic.

Or do you think maybe we should've shot you behind a screen?

I can arrange something similar for you...

...or you can give me your sources.

Ah, journalistic privilege. I couldn't possibly divulge.

God.

Thank you.

- Yes? - Hello, um...

Sorry to disturb. We've had a report of a possible gas leak.

I haven't smelled anything.

Um...

Oh. We still need to check the input.

Do you know where the meter is?

Yes, of course.

Follow me.

Lovely place.

It's, uh, just down here.

Do watch your heads.

Is this going to take long?

It's just that I'm in the middle of something rather important.

- Only be a second. - It's at the back.

Oh, I keep meaning to have a clearout, but you know how it is.

Just shove everything aside.

Actually, would you mind if I left you to it?

Ladies, if you're looking at the screen, I hope you can see--

And there's some money to be made if you play your cards right.

It's a full house for this sale of thousands of lots

with many bargains to be had. And it stands...

Take care of yourself now.

Yeah. Thanks again for your time.

It still seems too easy. Are you sure we have the right list?

Take a minute.

Do I know you?

No, we haven't met.

But you recently contracted me to do a job for you.

There is a reason we haven't met.

The job's done.

But there was, um... a complication.

A third party.

Third party...

- Mmm. - You mean a witness?

Yeah, I'm dealing with it.

Does this witness know about the stolen file?

I don't know.

Makes no difference to the next step. I don't leave loose ends.

You should be aware, however,

that the person in question is a minor, as in a juvenile.

So do I still have your authority to... proceed?

Well, you are the expert so...

I'll be guided by you.

I love the outfit.

What time you going on stage?

I'm going out.

What do you want?

Five minutes of your time.

Struan Loy. Kay White.

They're on my deceased list.

Yeah, and I'm wondering how they got there.

You ever come across a Dog called Andy Nesmith?

Oh, yes.

He was on my floor last week when I got to work.

I thought you had a strictly no Dogs policy?

I do. I told him to leave.

He got very aggressive.

Big mistake.

HR were not amused.

He was fired.

Well, he was murdered today.

Do you know who did it?

Yeah, I'm more hung up on why.

What do you want me to look up?

Well...

Lady Di has had us deleted from the Park's database.

She says it's a glitch but, uh,

she doesn't do glitches, does she?

- Interesting. - Yeah.

So I was hoping to look at the paper files for Struan and Kay.

Okay.

That's my night fucked.

Go for Ho.

You find the address of the kid?

Yeah, it's Brighter Start Children's Home in Ealing.

Oh, and Coe and Dander called.

Two people were seen leaving Kay White's boat on the night she died.

So, maybe not so accidental after all.

Wow. Keep this up, and I'll have to get you a gerbil

to replace that fake girlfriend you had.

What?

- The files are gone. - What?

- Both of them? - All of them. You're all gone.

Slough House is completely missing.

Has, uh, Standish shown yet?

No. No sign.

Blake's grave. Now, send out the order.

And make sure they all understand to go fucking dark.

- Blake's grave. Let's go. - No, no, no, You don't.

I've been sat here for fucking ages. Just finish tracing the call.

Take your hand off me.

Blake's grave. We can't stay here.

I'll finish it in the car.

Your phone's off.

I know. Have you come all this way to apologize?

I've called Blake's grave.

Any more information or is that also on a need-to-know basis?

Look, there's people trying to kill us.

Get in the fucking car, will you?

You planning a big night, are you?

I haven't drunk.

Yeah, I know.

What, you think I wouldn't be able to hide it?

Well, for the first half hour, maybe.

But second bottle in, you'll be under a trucker. We both know that.

Look, drink or don't drink. Kill yourself, or don't.

It's your decision.

But just make your mind up in the fucking car, will ya?

Holy shit.

What?

You are not going to believe this.

What? What am I not gonna believe?

- Nah, that's mad though. - Roddy, fucking hell.

Guess where the call's coming from.

I'm not... Roddy, I'm not fucking guessing. Just tell me where it's coming from.

Harkness is calling you...

...from inside the house.

What?

Your grandfather's house.

He's calling you from inside your grandfather's house.

Where are the others?

Fuck knows.

Where's Ho?

Don't know.

Jesus. Here, take that.

Why are we here?

Someone nicked a file with our names on it from the Park,

and now they're trying to kill everyone connected to Slough House.

So Frank Harkness.

Well, if it is, he's not alone. He's got a new team working with him.

Why would someone steal a file with our names in it?

Maybe because the digital files got wiped.

So the paper files are the only way to get to our names.

- Yeah? - I knew you'd pick up!

What don't you understand about going dark?

Why aren't you dark?

No, no, no, 'cause I'm your fucking boss.

- Where are you? - I'm on foot.

River kicked me out. I'm in front of St. Paul's.

And where's Cartwright?

He's going to his grandfather's house to look for Harkness.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Yeah, stay put. I'll pick you up.

Fucking idiots.

Do you know where the old bastard's house is?

- Yep. - Yeah. You go after Cartwright.

Dander, Standish, you go pick up Louisa.

- She's moved-- - I know where she lives.

I know where she works.

Why does he get to go by himself?

Because nobody likes him.

I like him.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey. Maps.

Pick up the others. Head to the safe house.

And who wants to be key monitor? Huh?

Yeah, I thought you would.

Right. Everyone accounted for?

Only, you're not very memorable people.

Oh.

And I cannot emphasize this enough.

Stay fucking dark, yeah? No phones!

Frank!

Come on, Frank! Come on!

Hello, River.