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You have one new message.

First new message.

Sam, your target is a Black Dove. Your target is a Black Dove.

Abort the mission.

I have to talk to him. Sam, I need to talk to him. Don't kill him.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Please tell me you haven't.

- I just shot him. - Is he dead?

Very much so.

Oh shit.

He was a Black Dove?

I think it's to do with Operation Wildflower.

- He and Ida Povetkin were... - I'm not gonna remember any of that.

I'm just not gonna remember right now. Fucking hell, what should I do?

- Check his pockets. - He's in his pants.

Forget about the fucking pockets, then. Check the room and call me back.

- Hold on. - Sam?

Have you...

Oh, you did it.

Brilliant. Can we fuck off?

- What are you doing? - Searching for clues.

- What kind? - Will you just help me, please?

Okay.

What about that?

- That's contact lens solution. - I don't know what I'm looking for.

No. Don't cancel. We could still make the interval. Let me call you back.

- What you doing? - Helping this dickhead look for clues.

What are you? Gay Miss Marple and lesbian fucking Poirot now?

We need to get out.

To get to your shit date with your ugly girlfriend?

Well, she's not my girlfriend. It's not a shit date. It's Phantom, so...

- She's still ugly. - All women are beautiful. Misogynist.

I used to think that as well before I met her.

- All right. - I have to go.

- I thought you were giving us a lift. - I can't.

Such a dick sometimes, isn't he?

It's bad. It's very bad.

I knew a trigger man who killed a Black Dove once.

They found his arms in the shark tank at the aquarium.

- The rest of him is still missing. - Listen.

You didn't know he was a Black Dove when you killed him.

- That won't matter. - What? You used to work for them!

I worked for Reed. Reed is gone.

No one in that place knows who I am.

Did you find his phone?

I found

this.

"Stowaways luggage drop. Open 24 hours. King's Cross."

There you go. And you say I never take you anywhere nice.

Hello. Thanks.

I mean, actually, this is all quite helpful.

What? How?

It's all interconnected, isn't it? Your thing and my thing.

Where's Reed? Who are you working for? We're looking for the same answers.

We thought we were in separate shit creeks,

but we're in the same shit creek paddling together.

- There is no paddle. - What?

That's the second half of the saying. Up shit creek without a paddle.

Well, I think friendship is the paddle.

I think you're losing your mind.

- Thank you. - Here.

Hey. Hey.

What's your name, son?

Whiteman.

Who did this?

There were three.

Man and two women.

You see their faces?

Heard a name.

S... Sam.

Is that an ambulance?

No. It's the other thing.

- Hello. - Hi.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just letting the nanny know I'll be home late.

What about Wallace?

Well, you know, I'm normally asleep by the time he comes up.

Sex life good, is it?

Thirsty tonight?

Ida Povetkin, 22nd October 2026, Moscow.

I have been on an undercover assignment in the oligarch Alexi Chernov's household,

tasked with accessing his private files

to search for information relating to a historic Black Dove operation

in East Berlin.

In a file marked Wildflower,

I discovered documents relating to the existence

of someone identified only as a survivor of the operation.

I passed on this information to Mrs. Reed, but received no response.

I now believe my cover here has been compromised.

Someone is watching me.

I am ending my mission.

I will update accordingly once I am in a secure location.

God, save me.

They found her body next to the Moskva River a week later.

So Reed sent you to Paris to get these Wildflower files that Ida found?

So, is Reed covering something up?

You said that Klein was in some kind of a safe house when you killed him.

Heavily guarded.

So that means the Black Doves were trying to protect him.

They knew somebody was coming after him.

- Just who are you working for, Sam? - I don't know.

But there is one person that we could ask.

If you've come here to kill me, you better fucking not have.

I've got a goulash on.

If I knew I was having guests, I'd have got out the good ashtrays.

You like goulash?

I can't say I've ever tried it.

Well, tonight's your lucky night. Sit down.

Do any of these cats bite?

Some of them just scratch.

I saw you on the television, Mrs. Webb,

moving into your new abode.

I've expected a knock on the door from Mrs. Reed.

A knock on the door and a knock on the head, if you know what I mean.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing in this business.

But I don't need to tell you that.

Reed's missing.

Run away, or...

No idea.

Well, that's worrying. She owes me money.

- There's more paprika if you need it. - Thank you.

Is... Is there less paprika if I need it?

So Reed's missing. You're both here. Please, elaborate.

What has led you to darken my door at this late hour?

I did a job, last week. Should've been easy.

Old trigger man, out of the game.

Mark Moore? I heard he got clipped. Shame that.

A disproportionately well-endowed man.

- I hope he didn't suffer. - He didn't.

When I came out of his flat, there were ten armed police officers waiting for me.

So, why aren't you in prison?

A man called Patrick came to the station and offered me a deal.

Four targets in exchange for my freedom.

A little Faustian pact.

- What could go wrong? - I didn't have much choice.

You had a choice. You just didn't like one of the options.

First target was a Black Dove.

Well, that really is a pickle.

Isn't it, Pickles?

So somebody's hunting Black Doves. But who?

Who could walk into a police station and get a man off a murder charge?

You hear things.

Nothing happens in this town without you knowing.

Increasingly, Samuel, I find myself outside of the loop.

We all have our time in the sun, but that time must end. Just ask Reed.

Can you ask around? See if you can find anything out.

Oh, I'll suck the lemon.

See if I can find any pips.

You be careful in the meantime.

These are strange times to be nefarious.

And yet...'twas ever thus.

- It's terrible, by the way. - What?

- My sex life. You asked earlier. - Don't worry.

Judging by tonight, we're all about to be thoroughly fucked.

I ought to stay away from you.

I ought to start behaving wise.

I ought to walk by fast.

And walk right past those crazy eyes.

I ought to lock myself away.

So I can't do the things I do.

It is a pure disgrace.

The way I'm chasing after you.

But I can't do what I can't.

I don't do...

Turndown service, Mr. Young?

Show me how...

You know, you can use me as a concierge every now and again if you want.

Restaurant, theater bookings,

whatever your heart desires.

You were loved before...

My friends would like Phantom of the Opera tickets.

If you have any.

That is a catastrophic waste of my talents,

and not really what I meant, but...

Oh, all right.

Tell me why...

Why do you live in this hotel?

Your hands are cold...

I like the way you restock the minibar.

And I'd miss those little... shampoos.

I'm having visions of you...

We place bets downstairs.

What does the handsome man in room 509 do?

Dreaming of is far away...

What was your guess?

I said I didn't wanna know.

I like you being a mystery.

Well, except that...

now I'm not so sure.

Do you think a person is defined by what they do?

Well, I don't want to work in this hotel forever.

But I'm 42 years old, and

my father died at 43, so...

maybe forever's already happened for me.

You just don't know, do you?

My father died when he was 52.

But that was old. For his line of work.

What did he do?

The same thing as me.

I think it's safe to say that, a peacetime prime minister

has, has rarely faced such a difficult start to the role.

Okay, eat up quickly. We're running a bit late this morning.

Jacqueline, you've got swimming today.

So, listen, I have put a carrier bag inside your rucksack.

Please put the wet swimming costume inside the carrier bag.

- Because what happens if you don't? - Everything gets wet.

Everything gets wet, exactly.

Popularity.

Webb will face an uphill struggle to win the public over.

I have to run. Okay, listen. Have a good day. I love you. Mwah.

I love you, love you. Mwah.

- Come on, say goodbye. - See you later.

- Bye, have a good day. - Bye. Love you.

Love you.

Mr. Prime Minister?

This is Cecile Mason. She's the United States...

United States Defense Envoy. Mr. Prime Minister, what a pleasure it is.

Congratulations on taking your place in this grand office.

Thank you. It's nice to... You know, we weren't expecting you yet.

I figured why not get here ahead of the crowd.

Wanted to bend your ear

before the girls from NATO got their claws in you.

I told Ms. Mason the agenda for the summit has been carefully prearranged.

The president is keen that we make meaningful progress ahead of the summit.

He asked me to relay the strength of his feelings personally.

Right, absolutely. Well, let's coordinate our diaries and...

We'll sync up like a couple of college roommates.

I am gonna be in your hair until the summit,

but we are gonna do great things, sir.

Week one, you're already leading the way.

- Let's go through those schedules. - Yep.

Any news on Reed?

Nothing.

Are you still looking for her?

Of course we're still looking for her. Jesus Christ.

A woman like Elizabeth Reed, out there.

What do you think she was looking for in Paris?

You're close to a trigger man called Sam Young, aren't you?

I was, yeah.

Interesting choice of friend.

Personally, I've always found assassins boring.

They aren't curious about the world.

They don't ask questions because they don't want answers.

Me, I like questions. I like answers.

You want to tell me where he is?

I've no idea.

Reed indulged you.

She took her foot off your neck, made you soft.

That's why you thought you could have an affair.

That's why you think you can do whatever you like.

That's why you're happy to lie to me.

I don't know where Sam is.

I'm the prime minister's wife now.

I have to be careful who I'm seen with, I'm sure you'll understand.

- Laila Joshi. - What about her?

We're looking for her too.

Looking for everybody, aren't you?

Funny how you don't seem to be able to find anyone.

Joshi was suspended from active duty six months ago.

She's been AWOL ever since.

You can imagine our surprise to learn that Reed was using her on a mission.

I imagine you just about fell off your chair.

Perhaps you should start taking the situation a little more seriously.

These are dangerous times for us.

Two Black Dove agents have been killed in the last month.

Just because you're the prime minister's wife doesn't mean you can't be got at.

- I can look after myself. - I don't know that you can.

So you need to start working with me.

Let's begin with the security briefings for the summit.

And tell your friend Sam we'd like his help with our inquiries.

Every day that passes, the chance of Reed turning up alive gets smaller.

Consider that.

We had Saliba injured. Jesus, Ødegaard, Saka.

It'd be like if me, James and Eggsy and Barry

were out of the pitch tomorrow with cock rot.

The company would be left with Fat Sally and the fuckwits doing the sales pitch.

Was that you?

- What? - Was that you?

No.

Ridiculous.

What's your fucking problem?

I'm drawn to conflict.

You're buying me a new drink.

- Oi! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Little girl.

A drink.

- Fucking hell. - What did she say?

Just gonna get a drink.

- Three more of the same, please. - Okay.

Bruv, you...

Fuck!

So, today's the day.

I have a lovely cleaning lady who comes in on Tuesdays.

I don't want her to have to find me, so you call it in afterwards, yes?

Yes.

I don't want to be a dreary old lady about it,

but I mean, the fucking standards you get these days.

I'll call it in.

- I just put the kettle on if you want tea. - Let's keep away from the kettle.

What, and the, the knife rack?

If you wouldn't mind.

What about a biscuit?

They're not poisoned. No?

Well, I'll have one anyway.

I can't sleep nights because I...

I have to say,

I'm... I'm surprised to be getting the whole home visit treatment.

I've been out of the game for a while.

Almost makes me feel special.

May I ask you some questions?

- Before you shoot me? - Maybe instead of shooting you.

Who would want you dead?

Dear, forgive me, but you're the one who's come to kill me.

Are you telling me you don't know who sent you?

- In a way. - Oh, I have no idea.

The truth is, I've lasted longer than I ever should have.

Want to know the secret to that?

I got out early.

Must have bought myself 20 years.

Good ones too.

You should think about that.

- You were a Black Dove. - The blackest of doves, darling.

A real crow, I was.

I wouldn't be surprised if you were here on their say-so.

I don't think I'm working for them.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

That's a dangerous game you're playing.

I guess I'm wasting time.

But I've got to...

You knew Mrs. Reed?

Oh, yes, I know Elizabeth.

You trusted her?

The thing about Reed is she always tried to act as if she was above us all,

as if it didn't consume her the way it consumed everyone else.

This great game of ours.

Wildflower.

That mean anything to you?

How I stand it, but I do...

Berlin.

What happened?

Each night, I sit alone...

We were afforded the opportunity to become... savage.

And I'm afraid to say we took it.

I guess I'm wasting time.

But I've got to clear my mind.

I don't know why I love you, but I do.

Twenty good years.

She said that they were afforded the opportunity to become savage,

and that they took it.

What the fuck does that mean?

I don't know. That was just before she tried to kill me.

And then?

- Then I shot her in the neck. - And then you shot her in the neck.

- And you didn't get any more information? - No.

- Just another dead body? - Yes.

Right. Sam, I don't mean to criticize your detective skills,

but the next time you get a little envelope of doom,

tell me who's inside so I can speak to them before you shoot their brains out.

- I'm sorry. - Okay. Right.

Must dash.

Got a sociopath to talk to.

Take care, darling.

Mr. Young.

How can I help you?

I want to book a restaurant for tonight.

I can certainly help with that. What did you have in mind?

I don't know.

Just something... nice.

Something nice.

And will that be for one person?

Actually, I was, hoping it could be for two?

I would be very happy to arrange that.

Perhaps around... 8:00 p.m.?

Perfect.

Thank you.

Oh, wow. Cool disguise. Is that cap bespoke?

- What do you want? - Reed's missing.

Shit.

- Have you heard from her? - No, I wasn't due to.

You weren't due to because you're not actually a Black Dove, are you?

- You got thrown out six months ago. - Maybe.

- Why did they get rid of you? - I was stealing stationery. Who told you?

My new handler while they're looking for Reed.

They're looking for her? Is that what they told you, yeah?

Yes, but I don't believe them. What do you think?

I think that she wasn't exactly keeping her colleagues abreast of the situation.

Well, what about me?

I don't know. I guess she trusts you or something.

Personally, I don't see it.

- You didn't tell anyone we were meeting? - No.

- And you definitely weren't followed? - Of course I wasn't.

Go, go, go!

Hey, stop. Stop!

Dude, what the fuck?

Go!

Shit.

Come on!

Fuck!

Not being followed? Why don't you use your eyes next time?

Fucking spy wives.

Down there!

- We need to keep a low profile. - Yeah, low profile. Cool.

I do, yeah.

- What the fuck? - What?

The subconscious in modern art.

Sigmund Freud being one of the great perpetrators.

He decided the night would be the day, and the day would be the night.

Fuck this.

Oh my!

Sorry, no filming.

Oi!

Oh, don't worry, guys. It's... It's all... It's all part of it. It...

Excuse me, this exit is...

- Think anyone saw that? - Fucking everyone saw that.

Good thing you're wearing that incredible hat.

Okay, what exactly did Reed tell you about Paris? What's Wildflower?

I... It's a code name, all right? Something to do with an old operation.

An echo of something from long ago.

Beautiful. You really paint a picture with your words. I'm leaving now.

- I need to find out what's going on. - Oh my God, of course you do.

Something curiosity, something, something cat.

Seeing as everyone connected with this seems to keep getting murdered,

I'd consider the benefits of minding your own business. Yeah?

It's certainly what I'm gonna do.

Now, it was nice knowing you. We'll always have Paris.

Don't call me again.

You know a man called Ethan Bishop?

- No. - I wouldn't make it a priority.

Anyway, I'm in a business meeting with him.

And he has just let slip that he's in a situation similar to yours.

He got arrested, and a mysterious chap turned up at the station

offering him freedom in exchange for work.

Just like you.

Now, he accepted the offer 'cause he's as stupid as you are

and dropped off a load of weapons at an address in town.

I hypothesize this may be to the gentleman you are searching for.

You want my advice?

Clip this fella now

before he gets his claws into you any more than he already has done.

Okay, have you got the address?

32 Clay Street.

32 Clay Street?

You may consider yourself in my debt.

'Twas ever thus.

Oh, Mr. Young, I got that reservation you asked for.

Eight o'clock at Burnt Sugar. Wardour Street.

It's kind of like a sharing plates thing. It's nice.

That's... That's perfect. Thank you.

What's Wildflower?

An echo of something from a long time ago.

Hello, Robert.

Elizabeth.

Sorry it's taken me a bit of time to come visit you. Turns out

there's a lot of admin when one of your colleagues goes rogue.

Would you like to go through the charade of asking us why we've locked you up?

Or should we go straight to the point?

How did you know I was in Paris?

- A tip-off. - From who?

An anonymous source.

We just tried to pick up Laila Joshi.

- Tried? - She was with Helen Webb.

They incapacitated our field team

and engaged in a foot chase through Somerset House.

I'm glad you think that's funny.

If Webb's cover gets blown, that's us done.

Then keep away from her.

- And Joshi too. They can't help you. - Well, then perhaps you can.

The hard drive you put so much effort into stealing from Alexi Chernov.

Ida Povetkin, 22nd October 2026, Moscow.

I have been on an undercover assignment in the oligarch Alexi Chernov's household.

In a file marked Wildflower,

I discovered documents relating to the existence

of someone identified only as a survivor of the operation.

I passed on this information to Mrs. Reed, but received no response.

My cover here has been compromised.

I believe those were her last recorded words.

So, what did Ida uncover that got her killed?

A Black Dove cell,

stationed in East Berlin in 1988.

Look at how young you all were.

Peter Maddison, he was station chief.

Klein and Ambrose were foot soldiers, and you were the undercover asset.

Maddison was killed in '88. I believe you were there when it happened.

Klein was assassinated yesterday by your friend Sam Young.

And Melanie Ambrose,

we found her body in her apartment

this very afternoon.

They're all dead, Elizabeth.

Apart from you.

What was the mission in Berlin?

The infiltration of an anarchist political action group named Kestrel.

You were undercover with them for five years.

That's right.

This is half a decade's work?

If I drop this, I'd be worried it'll fall through the floorboards.

But maybe that's the point.

Maybe you just weren't keeping many notes.

Still, tough gig for a new agent.

Violent too.

- Kestrel didn't survive. - The mission was wrapped up.

Just before they were wrapped up,

as you put it,

they made contact with a KGB officer,

a Mr. Alexi Chernov.

Alexi Chernov, whose penthouse you sent two agents into last week

to commit a violent act of robbery against.

That Alexi Chernov?

Povetkin says on tape that she believes Chernov was looking for someone,

a survivor from Berlin.

Who?

If you won't give me an alternative explanation,

I have no option but to trust the evidence before my eyes,

that you are currently involved in a violent act of subterfuge

that has led to the deaths of at least three agents.

If I am wrong about this,

now is your opportunity to set the record straight,

to try to clear your name.

What are you hiding, Elizabeth?

Very well.

I've always respected you, Elizabeth,

despite your obvious contempt for me.

Perhaps it'll make your scalp feel more like a prize.

Getting to control Helen Webb certainly feels like one.

We'll be moving you soon.

You got curious.

You decided to ask around, even though you were told not to.

Sam,

you have to realize you're in the dark because that's exactly where we want you.

This kind of investigation,

asking questions,

breaks our contract,

and we just can't have that.

What if I just shoot you in the head?

Then I'll be dead.

My problems will be over.

Yours will only just be beginning.

Put the gun down, and I'll tell you why.

Look.

You're imagining

we're gonna hold you to our arrangement with blood,

with violence, with something you can fight against.

But you're wrong.

It is our silence we will use to bind you.

Our discretion.

Love is weakness,

and you're full of it.

What is this? Where did you get that?

We've had that a long time, Sam.

But rest assured,

you do exactly what we tell you, and that'll never see the light of day.

Helen Webb's secret will be safe with us.

Now, we've added an extra target to your contract.

We want it done tonight.

A way for you to show us we can still trust you.

If you can't do it for you,

do it for Helen.

I need to know who I'm working for.

Just a name.

Kestrel.

Spoke to him.

He's in line.

We can go to the next stage of the plan.

- Sorry I'm late. I'm... - Hey.

- Where's Daryl? - Daryl had to run.

He's got some vomit-related emergency with his daughter.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Well, how was your day?

Remember how at our wedding we had to keep redoing the seating plan

to accommodate all the various factions of my warring family? Remember?

Well, that's what organizing a peace summit with, 23 countries is like.

Oh, Daryl said we needed to speak honestly with each other.

Actually, he said it was vital that we, speak honestly with each other.

Okay.

In that spirit, I want to ask something. If I don't, it's gonna fester inside me.

Right.

Have you ever strayed from our marriage?

Christ, Wallace.

My assistant Dani told me...

Your assistant Dani,

who was completely in love with you and... and fucking insane?

- I don't think that's fair. - Well, she was fawning all over you.

- Power's attractive to some people. - Yeah, to weak people.

So you're saying that you didn't?

Yes, I'm saying I didn't.

You're distant sometimes.

Sometimes I don't know where you are. You... You...

You leave the house without telling me where you're going.

I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I needed to ask permission.

You know I didn't mean that. There's no smoke without fire, is there?

Okay, except for right now,

because there seems to be a lot of smoke and fuck all fire.

Have you ever thought about it?

No.

I don't believe you.

Why not?

Because you're not happy, Helen.

You're... You're sad, in fact. You have this sadness in you.

And I cannot believe you haven't thought

of some kind of exit strategy or something.

Exit strategy? Oh, there's an idea.

What would you have me do, tunnel out of Downing Street?

Should I get a body double to come and live with you?

There is no exit strategy.

Not while we're here, no, but I can't...

You know, we might not be here for very long, so why not

let ourselves off the hook when we leave?

- I'm sorry, the hook being our marriage? - Yeah.

Wow.

Are you asking for a divorce?

I think I'm just asking for honesty.

Okay, cool.

Well, sure.

You know, when the British public decide you're no longer fit to run the country,

then yeah, sure, we can go our separate ways,

and you can tell yourself that that's fine, because I'm...

Sorry, what was it that you said? Because I have a sadness in me?

A sadness.

Let me tell you something.

We've been married for 12 years. We have two children.

We recently moved to 10 Downing Street. You might have heard of it?

I am stressed.

I am possibly perimenopausal.

I am definitely exhausted, and yes,

sometimes I think what life might be like if life wasn't like this.

Somewhere else, with someone else.

Sometimes I don't want to touch you.

Sometimes I have to force myself to be near you.

That is not a sign that I do not love you.

That is a sign that I love you very deeply,

because if I didn't, if I didn't,

I probably would've strangled you by now.

Or I would have left.

Or I would have had an affair,

which I haven't, and I won't.

You look fucking miserable.

Been a very bad day.

Yeah, shite day.

You should tell her.

Tell her what?

Oh, you're the expert on interpersonal fucking relationships now, are you?

Anyway, what would be the point?

Because one day, Williams,

assuming you've not been killed,

you're gonna wake up and half your life will have gone.

And if you're not careful,

you'll look around and see to your great surprise that...

you've got absolutely nothing to show for it.

It's a workplace environment.

It wouldn't be conducive to a professional... you know, whatever.

- What would I even say to her, anyway? - Just speak what's in your heart.

What's in my heart is I want to smack her around the head most of the day.

She drives me demented.

Yeah, but that ain't it, though, is it?

No, that ain't it.

- Tell her. - You tell her.

- I'm not in love with her. - Lucky you.

Yeah.

- Where are you going? - I've got a job.

- Do you want me to come? - No.

This one's just for me.

Put your head on my shoulder.

Hold me in your arms, baby.

Squeeze me oh so tight.

Show me...

I am the setting sun.

That you love...

I am the coming night.

Me too...

I am the last word in your story.

Put your lips next to mine, dear.

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe.

You and I will fall in love.

Love

is weakness,

and you're full of it.

Whisper in my ear.

Baby.

I am the setting sun.

I am the coming night.

I am the last word in your story.

Put your head on my shoulder.

Hold me in your arms, baby.

Squeeze me oh so tight.

Show me.

That you love me too